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just wanted to thank you all for the support on this blog and the way i've been welcomed back into rpc as a whole after years and years of being away, epecially from writing doctor who. the fifth doctor is my doctor and is especially important to me, so seeing the support for me writing him has been FANTASTIC! you guys are the greatest and i enjoy writing / can't wait to write with all of you! and everyone's blogs are so beautiful too, i never thought i'd learn how to use caard LMAO. don't ever be afraid to holler at me if you want to write <3
#π ( ooc . )#there is also new content out for classic who now which helps like time crash and da new audios#GAHAHA i rmr back in da day we had NOTHINGGG#loving the crumbs and morsels so much#legit the last time i wrote this man was maybe 2013? 14? it's been a while yall .#still working on starter calls and my drafts btw don't worry i haven't forgotten!#if i'm ever overwhelmed i'll literally Say So so don't ever feel afraid to reach out and ask to plot or for / to leave a starter you guys#i just had to make this post because i saw y'all's sweet comments on my promo and i love you guys
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part twelve - book 2
βͺ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.
βͺΒ life is going from bad to worse but maybe a bit of alone time is exactly what you need.
βͺ mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando
βͺ last part before we continue on desire book 2! Very annoyed because the site I used to edit the text messages is gone and now I have to change the whole aesthetic of the fic. Tag list is closed.
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pick up your phone
where are you?
babe text me back pls
text me pls
baby I'm sorry
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norrizz absolutely foul that they set you up with Danica all the time π
β³ bott_ass is like they want a cat fight on live television π
norris4 did you and lando break up?
milliexoxo didn't invite me for some waffles? Rude.
β³ oscarpastry pretty sure you were in the wrong garage π
carlandooo millie and Logan confirmed? π
oscarpastry she was just in williams garage, doesn't have to mean anything ofcourse but they've been seen together a couple times π
bobnorris did you break up with lando???
joris__trouche douce petite fille avec sa nouvelle amie π¦ (sweet baby girl with her new friend)
β³ leclerc_16 it's been a while since I saw uncle joris in the comments π
landoooo why are y'all asking her if her and lando broke up?!
β³ norry4 just a stupid rumor going around again..
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y/nusername rien que nous deux π (just the two of us)
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norrizz oh..okay :(
hannahh going on a holiday all by myself with a toddler sounds like a nightmare to me, you go mom!
norry4 who remembers millie getting excited about her holiday to Greece with the 'norris bunch' π
β³ lan4lan stop she was so excited when y/n told her π
yukisan when was this?
norry4 one of mils her vlogs
hamilt44n fastest kid in the pool π π¨
bott_ass put me in your suitcase next time please π
landoscar wonder why they broke up..
β³ clsixteen nothing had been confirmed yet, jeez y'all need to calm down
julieeeexo hope you guys enjoy your little girl vacation <3
landonorizzzz guys lando is still liking her posts, it's probably nothing (I'm delulu π)
β³ charliecharlie charles is also still in her likes and guess what they are? Not together anymore :(
landonorizzzz girl shut up π
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Hi there, it's been a while and I completely understand if you don't want to speak to me and feel free to ignore this message but I've been seeing all the things they've written about you and everything that's happened and I just need to know if you're doing alright, making sure zoΓ« is doing good
I know we don't see eye to eye anymore but you were my best friend since we were little kids so I'll always think about you, I hope you understand that
I'd apologise a thousand times for what I said and did but I also understand you're done withe me
I'm asking for you to give me your whole story but a thumbs up to let me know you're okay would ease my mind
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Desire taglist; @fangirl-dot-cm @sainzluvrr @writingworlds @chezmardybum @lewisvinga @xjval @fanficweasley @rockyhayzkid @aundercover @thecubanator2 @minchedchilli @crimeshowjunkie @alisoncasey21 @eeviepepi08 @shamelesspotatos @sleepybrokenmelle @leireggsworld @janeholt3 @iamahalicinationn @dessxoxsworld @kapsylia @22yuki
Everything taglist; @thomaslefteyebrow @hopefulinlove @smoothopz @softboystarkey @honethatty12 @cixrosie @parkersmjs @ireadthensuetheauthors @celestialams @be-your-coffee-pot @heli991113 @kodzuvk @reality-is-a-con @80sloverry @bibissparkles @myescapefromthislife @lanando4 @elliegrey2803 @ravisinghs-wife @harrysdimple05 @minkyungseokie @pretty-little-bunny382728 @thatgirlthatreadswattpad @severewobblerlightdragon @cherry-piee @namgification @mycenterfold @devineendevers @celestialend @jsjcue @d3kstar @themislovesf1 @geehsf @mehrmonga @gentlemonsterworld
Lando taglist: @beatricemiruna @simp-for-fictional-people @landossainz @christianpulisic10 @bored-brunette2 @i83andrew @mcmuppet @justdreamersdream
#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#charles leclerc x reader#lando norris#charles leclerc#lando norris smau#charles leclerc smau#lando norris x y/n#charles leclerc x you#lando norris fanfic#charles leclerc fanfic#f1 x reader#lando x reader#charles x reader
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Hi, was wondering if you could write a dadrry social media au? Could be about anything, just love to see that content β€οΈ amazing work btw!
pairing: Harry Styles x famous!reader
summary: just dadrry and his sweet family of five
a/n: a little fic based in the famous!reader universe!
masterlist taglist famous!reader
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harryupdates HARRY and his youngest baby were seen hiking in Italy!!
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ynupdates that's certainly a way to hold a baby!
harrysmoustache FATHER IS HERE
stylesbabie you're the real one for putting this emoji on baby's face! i saw others not being so considerate
β€· harryupdates of course! it's a child and besides the as it was bts neither yn or harry posted their face
harrysmylife here i thought he would stop walking so much after having children. nope! now, he's bringing them with himself!
ynsmymama i saw photos with their oldest baby there as well, yn's having some me time
hArrysbtch y'all here praising him for being a father and here i am staring at his arms. my man got some guns on himself
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yourinstagram being heavily pregnant during winter >>>>> during the summer
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harrystyles You look flawlessly.
β€· yourinstagram nothing you say will give back my biscuit
β€· harrystyles We have two packs in the pantry.
β€· yourinstagram yeah? but that one had the most raisins i've ever seen on a biscuit. and you ate it.
annetwist As soon as you'll be back in London I am taking kids for a week. I miss them!
β€· yourinstagram you're the best, mum. can you take your child as well?
β€· harrystyles Rude.
β€· annetwist Of course! You need some alone time!
gemmastyles hello, sexy mama. are you single?
β€· yourinstagram i am for the next twenty minutes. let's make the most of it. gelato?
ynupdates you're glowing
harryupdates what a beautiful family
ynsmymama how do you like the ball exercises? because i hated them during my pregnancy
β€· yourinstagram hi child! and tbh i don't exercise on that ball. i just roll on it
β€· ynsmybestie ICON
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harryupdates HARRY was seen walking to the hospital in London! It's the hospital where YN and him went to a few days ago.
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ynupdates ohhhh, this is a fresh dad Harry
hArrysbtch that's the man that for the third time, THIRD TIME became a father
harrysmoustache DILF
ynsmybestie i love how cozy he looks
stylesbabie finally that big ass bag is full of necessary shit
harrysmylife when is he going to start wearing dad clothes? i can't wait to swoon over a man dressing like any father on the planet, because I will
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harryupdates HARRY was at the playdate with both of his and YN's older kids!
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hArrysbtch hot dad at the playdate???
stylesbabie i hope those mums and dads are respectful
harrysmylife i asked for a dad outfit and he delivered
β€· harrysmoustache definitely! my dad dresses the same
ynupdates he looks good, fatherhood is treating him good
β€· hArrysbtch i wouldn't expect anything else
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dailymail Harry Styles and wife, YN YSN, were asked to leave the restaurant after customers and staff were disturbed by YN breastfeeding their newborn. Our source says that after having a conversation, led by YN, the manager of the restaurant didn't change his decision. Harry escorted YN and their child to the car and then came back to have a talk with the management of the restaurant. Apparently, he was visibly furious and on the edge of losing his temper. After a discussion and manager's attempts to apologise, Harry stormed off.
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harryupdates I'm not surprised he was furious! was yn supposed to starve their child?
ynupdates it's 21st century and people are still scared of women breastfeeding
ynsmybestie who was disturbed, men or women?
β€· stylesbabie the article said it was three men complain
β€· ynsmybestie I'm sadly not surprised
ynsmymama if they were so bothered by her breastfeeding near others, they could propose her some private room and not throw them out of the restaurant!
β€· ynsmybestie but they shouldn't have a problem with it. she shouldn't leave restaurant for feeding her child
β€· ynsmymama of course! but wanting to please all the customers you adjust to the situation. they didn't do thag
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yourinstagram Hello, you little people in my phone! As most of you know (because of Daily Mail) two days ago, my husband, our child, and I were asked to leave the restaurant we ate at, because of causing disturbance to other customers. The said disturbance was me breastfeeding our child. Before our waiter and then the manager talked with us, my husband took a picture (above) (he really takes pictures of everything) showing what was visible while breastfeeding (A BREAST !!). There really was no conversation between two parties. When asked if covering myself with a cloth would be more comfortable, I was just once again asked to leave the restaurant. No person should be forbidden to feed their children in public. I shouldn't have asked if covering myself would be more comfortable with others. No. We shouldn't accept this kind of non written 'rules'. With everything said, I wasn't going to let our child starve and went to feed her in a car, so no stranger eyes could see a breast. In the link in bio you can find a great article about breastfeeding in public and what parents go through to please the strangers being bothered by a flesh of naked skin. Be kind to each other. YN.
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harrystyles You are the best mother our children could have. And the best partner I could find and share the life with.
β€· yourinstagram I love you.
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gemmastyles You tell'em sister
ynupdates I am so mad that you needed to made a statement about it. sick.
harryupdates people are very delicate when it comes to breastfeeding but have no problem with parading without a shirt on
hArrysbtch im just gonna focus on how precious that picture is, and the fact that harry is that type of a father to snap pictures of everything
β€· yourinstagram he really is, those 256gb are straining and in need of expanding
β€· harrystyles Not my fault they don't allow SD cards anymore.
β€· hArrysbtch we love a millennial
harrysmoustache that restaurant is going to flood with negative reviews right now
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harrystyles To the best woman I know, thank you for choosing me to be your partner and father of our beautiful children. There is no moment in the day or night when I don't think about how lucky and fulfilled I feel spending my life with you. Happy birthday, my love. Your, H.
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yourinstagram Come downstairs. There are now words to describe my love.
annetwist Happy birthday, YN. I believe there could be no other person more perfect to be in our lives.
gemmastyles Happy birthday, wifey!!!
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a/n: should i write some blurbs about dadrry?
#harry styles#harry styles x reader#harry styles x you#harry styles imagine#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles instagram#harry styles fake ig#harry styles one shot#famous!reader#dad!harry
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βΉΛ.β OUR FAVOURITE DILFS WITH A FAMOUS S/O - JUJUTSU KAISEN
β. flora's notes : I've had this idea forever but I couldn't manage to write it UNTIL NOW. my idea was that reader is a model so it's kind of based on that, though you are free to be famous for whatever reason u want π
β. send me a request ! : i would love to write this for other jjk characters (especially TOJI) but please give me ideas cuz i can't find anything :((
β. gn, male, female reader π
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β. he 100% stalked you on your socials and knew everything about you
β. it's also very likely that he slid into your DMs shamelessly
β. something cringe like : " what a pretty human in a pretty restaurant, we should go there together sometime π"
β. but we all know this mf, he didn't stop at ONE DM
β. no, his name is elegantly followed by "9+ messages" all of them being cringe pick up lines to beg you to go on a date with him π
β. and you eventually agreed but it was mostly for him to leave you in peace
β. he was convinced you'd fall for his charms and unfortunately, he was right... can't blame you I would too
β. and since your first kiss - which was an officialization of your relationship to him - he would not shut up about it
β. everytime y'all are out in public he makes it clear he's your boyfriend for the paparazzis
β. gojo loves attention... so he LOVES paparazzis
β. he thinks y'all are the most goal couple to exist and brags about it
β. "y/n, can you imagine what other people must think of us : "the strongest and the most famous (your job of choice), they were meant to be"
β. you have 100% your own ship name and fanpages, you're labeled as the "hot couple" who is edited on tik tok 24/7
β. I don't think I insisted enough on how he BOASTS about dating you to whoever shows a spark of interest in his life
β. the poor nanami hears about it every second of the day and is FED UP with it, but his last straw was when gojo was talking about you to a curse they were suppose to eliminate...
β. he has you and him on a fun fair date as a wallpaper and purposely leaves his phone on during meetings so everyone can see he's dating you... and also to get yet another occasion to brag
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β. HE WOULD BE SO SUPPORTIVE
β. he will attend all of your shows and interviews, always on the front row. sometimes walking for a show can be pretty stressful for you but seeing his angel face calms you down and gives you back your confidence in an instant <3
β. ... he's very active on LinkedIn and he reposts your achievements/front pages with a professional yet sweet and admirative commentary
β. he likes to go backstage before your shows so he can give you one last forehead kiss and compliment
β. never hesitates to tell paparazzis to back off, he doesn't like his privacy invaded but he will gladly take pictures of you with a fan for them
β. his favourite photo that he has everywhere is one a selfie you took before a show with a world renowned brand. you looked so stunning and confident, it never fails to make him smile when he looks at it
β. i feel like he didn't really know you, just saw you from one or two front pages but it didn't click until you told him you were a (your job)
β. i don't know why but i think you would have met on a dating app π like nanami is tired of being single and he told gojo about it WHO OBVIOUSLY WAS KIN ON HELPING ! and he got to discover your personality first, which is the most precious part of you in his opinion
β. because yes you ARE attractive but no one but him knows the part of you that is the most beautiful and he loves that
β. i think he can't help but be a bit jealous that people simp over you so he would never refuse to take a cute picture for the world to see
β. on your third date, he asked you to be his partner and gave you a ring as an officialization. since them, you've been wearing it as a lucky charm and you never take it off
Β© izukuisbaby. comments appreciated ! although do not modify, translate, copy, claim as your own or repost on any app/platform/social media (this applies to all of my content)
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Snowed In [Modern! Mizu x Reader]
Recently i got snowed in at my job and in my sadness i got to thinking, huh what if this happened but in a good and romantic way? And most importantly, with Mizu. This is definitely very fluffy and cute but honestly i need it lol. This was also supposed to be posted way sooner but then i got the flu and that got me good y'all. Anyways i hope you all enjoy! <3 Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated, i would really like to hear what y'all thought of this and it really helps keep me motivated! <3
Also wanted to add I listened to Kali Uchis βTu Corazon es Mioβ to get into the cute mood π yβall should give it a listen itβs a very sweet song.
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You were propped against the couch with a despondent look on your face as you watched the snow blanket the city. As a kid, snowy days were the best because school was cancelled and you got to go outside and play in the snow. But frankly the older you grew the more you realized how inconvenient snow can be.
Especially today.
"I'm sorry the snow ruined our plans," Mizi mumbled as she joined you on the couch.
You could hear the sad pout in her voice and couldn't help but chuckle.
"I know you are not apologizing for something that is completely out of your control," you turned to her.
"I guess I am," her shoulders jerked in a brief chuckle before turning back to you. "I just feel bad. I know you were really looking forward to tonight."
"Of course I was. I think we both would've really enjoyed the food but we can always make another reservation. Today is still our anniversary and that's what I'm most excited about," while still on the couch you started to crawl over to her. Mizu's eyes darted between your eyes and mouth the closer you approached and you didn't stop your prowl until you were almost towering her.
"Anywhere with you is exactly where I wanna be. Come rain or shine. For better or worse," you whispered as you leaned into her and her eyes fluttered closed as you gingerly trailed kisses around the regions of her eyes, nose, and cheeks. She released a breathy sigh as your lips teasingly hovered above hers, a space she desperately wanted to close. She felt your lips twitch into a smirk, you had her right where you wanted her and she knew it.
βFucking brat,β she rasped against your lips and one quick motion she yanked your legs and sent you flying back onto the couch.
You yelped at the abrupt landing and laughed as Mizu quickly seized your neck with gentle bites and kisses.
"That tickles, that tickles!" you cried out.
She felt your laughter reverberate through your chest and couldn't help but laugh with you. Still chuckling, Mizu pulled back to look at you and the snarky comment she had planned got stuck in her throat when she saw you look back at her with so much love and adoration in your eyes.
Prior to you Mizu only had one serious relationship experience and it was a very bad one. She disclosed this to you from the very beginning but what she didn't disclose is that because of her bad experience she almost decided against seriously pursuing you. She just didn't think a person like you could actually love a or even find a genuine interest in someone like her.
"Hey," you tucked one of her loose hairs behind her ears, bringing her out of her thoughts and back to you. "What's going on up there?" you gently rubbed at her temple.
"Hmm?"
"You look all pensive, you okay?"
"Yeah I was just-" she sighed, trying to gather her thoughts. "I was thinking about when we first started going out. How I almost ruined us..."
"You didn't almost ruin us," you chuckled. "I mean, I could tell you were scared but from what you told me, what you've experienced, I understood it. Honestly I was kinda scared too."
"Really?"
"Mmhmm," you nodded.
"Why?"
"Because I had never liked anyone how I liked you. Every time we were together I could just feel myself falling for you more and more. It was like the more I learned about you the more I just liked you. It felt dangerous because I realized that you could really break my heart," you lightly laughed even though you were being completely serious.
Mizu caressed the side of your face, "I'd never do that. I'd never purposely do anything to hurt you. I've never been happier than I have been with you in these last three years. I love (Y/N), you mean so, so much to me."
"I love you too," your hand overlapped hers as she caressed your face and you gazed back into her lovestruck eyes. "I love you and every moment with you." You snaked your free hand behind her neck, gently guiding her lips to yours and Mizu happily complied.
The kiss is tender and soft as both pour your love for each other into it. You opened your mouth and Mizu took the bait, sliding her tongue in and she moaned as she reveled in the taste of you.
"Y'know I wouldn't mind spending the rest of our anniversary on this couch, or we could move to the bed if you want," she said as her lips trailed down your neck.
"The bed sounds lovely, however we do have to figure out what we're going do for dinner soon."
"I'm working on mine right now," she replied with a firm squeeze at your hips to which you laughed at her insinuation.
"Ha, funny but I said dinner not dessert- oh," you abruptly moaned as Mizu sucked on a particular sweet spot on your neck. "Fuck."
"My thoughts exactly," she grinned. Mizu gave you one last chaste kiss before getting off of you and you whined at the absence of her body against yours. βBut I guess we do have to eat actual food eventually soβ¦β she casually ambled towards your kitchen and opened the fridge, intently eyeing its contents. βWe donβt have much but we have enough to make some pizzas. We even have some of the toppings you like.β
βHomemade pizza sounds fantastic,β you smiled to her. It didnβt take much to make you happy, especially with Mizu around. You rose from your spot on the couch and sauntered into Mizuβs arms, βBut how about we visit the bed first real quick.β
At this Mizu gently laughed, βSo impatient to get me into bed, huh?β Truly she loved that you wanted her as much as she wants you. But there was something she had to do first. βIβll meet you there just give me two seconds okay?β
βMmhmm,β you eagerly nodded. βDonβt make me wait too long.β You cooed as you walked towards your shared bedroom.
Mizu just stared at you adoringly as you disappeared into the bedroom. She then walked to one of the cabinets where she carefully hid a small blue box. She opened the box in her hand and stared into the diamond ring, grinning to herself. Quickly she pocketed the box, saving it for tonight.
There was a lot of things Mizu was unsure about but you were not one of them. Her love for you was unequivocal and when she thought of her future she couldnβt see one without you. She had thought long and hard about proposing, it was a big step but it was a milestone she knew she wanted to partake only once and only with you.
βMizuuuβ¦.β You called out from the bedroom, bringing her back to the present.
βComing, love,β she replied, finally making her way to you.
A/N: should I do a proposal scene yβall? π€ Ngl was kicking my feet in the air writing this lol I love fluff
Edit: Part 2!
#blue eye samurai#mizu#mizu blue eye samurai#blue eye samurai x reader#mizu x reader#mizu x you#modern setting#fluff
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Silent Words (P x Deaf!GN!Reader)
Note: Just a little thank you to those that commented on my previous post, y'all were so sweet in encouraging me to write, I'm not great at writing but I really hope you enjoy it! My requests are open if anyone has any ideas and I'm also open for criticism especially with things such as deafness, I want to be as respectful as I can be when writing things like that.
Note #2: The reader in this wasn't born deaf but eventually lost their hearing as a child. And pinning, LOTS of pinning because I'm a sucker for that stuff lol
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Finally getting back to the hotel, P made his way into the main lobby and greeted Sophia with a nod and she with a wave. "Hello Gepettos puppet, I'm glad you are back safe. Did you manage to get
to the factory?", she asked as P nodded in reply, "That's good. Please take a rest you deserve it" she smiled as P nodded and made his way to Eugenie, his legion arm wasn't doing good and needed
an upgrade.
Upon walking to that section of the room, he caught a glimpse of a new face- or the back of the head of someone he had never seen before. Remembering how Sophia said to introduce himself to new people as a way to be polite (of course when doing this outside of the hotel he had to be careful and wary), he walked towards the piano room and saw you with your back turned reading
a book of some sort. He walked closer and mimicked a cough to get your attention- you didn't react. He tried again and still no reaction making him tilt his head, his eyebrows twitched, were
you ignoring him on purpose? He walked a little closer before feeling a gentle pull on his arm making him turn around and see Sophia, she smiled, "They are deaf" she stated making P raise an eyebrow causing
Sophia to soften her gaze. "They can't hear you which is known as being deaf, there is different types of deafness some people can still hear although poorly and some can't hear at all. They arrived here not
too long ago, still... introduce yourself they're nice" she said with a smile as P turned around and faced you, so you couldn't hear? P had yet to learn about disabilites and yet it intrigued him, while he did
say a few words he was rather silent for the most part which he preferred. One reason was that his voice sounded flat and the second reason was that he saw no point in being talkitive for the sake of being
talkitive.
He stood up straight and walked towards you before gently tapping your shoulder causing you to turn around, your (E/C) eyes stared at him before giving him a smile. "Hello" you said quietly, P nodded his own way
of a hello. "Are you also staying at this hotel?" your voice soft and a little scratchy as if you didn't want to disturb the silence of the library. P nodded, he pointed to your ears making you blinked in confusion before realising what he
meant, "Ah, yes. I can't hear, haven't been able to since I was 8" you explained to the puppet who watched you intently. "Are you...P? I've been told there was a special puppet around and I'm assuming you're him?" you asked,
P as usual gave a silent nod, still looking at your ears. A voice called out for P, it was Eugenies. P bowed to you before making his way to his legion arm upgrader, you smiled as you faced back to the book in your hand.
Sometime passed and P made his way to the piano room again but found you with Miss Antonia, he watched as you were moving your hands in certain ways without opening your mouth and speaking while Antonia was chatting with you.
This interested P, you were moving your hands and fingers in certain ways towards your face and outwards. He walked towards you making you turn your head, you waved and noticed him staring at your hands, "I'm using sign language,
it helps me communicate more easily without having to speak" you said, your voice hoarse which indicated that you didn't speak very often yet made the effort to explain it to him which stirred something in him. You, forcing yourself
to use your voice in order for him to understand your movements made him feel a bit bad (though how is that possible? He was just a puppet after all). His eyebrows furrowed as he scooted closer to you and pointed to your hands then at him to then you, you blinked as Antonia chuckled "I think he
wants to learn from you" she stated as you let out a small 'oh!'.
You smiled at him and excused yourself from Antonia and sat on the couch and waving your hand for P to come sit with you which he did. "I'll teach you some simple conversations"
you said as you began to teach him things like 'Hello', 'How are you?', 'I'm feeling...', etc... It took him a while to move his hands in certain ways (especially his legion arm) he made a few mistakes but that only made you smile before correcting him. 'There you go!
You did really well!' you signed and clapped, he hung his head a little as if getting embarrased and also feeling something stir in him more. 'Thank you...' he signed back, he enjoyed this and wanted to learn more but he saw the time and
pointed at the clock making you turn your head, 'ah...probably should go to bed. Thank you for taking the time to learn with me P, stuff like this...means a lot' you signed and stood up along with P, 'Goodnight P' you signed before gently touching
his arm making the cogs in his chest turn even more. With that, you walked off to bed. P watched you before putting his head down, he felt determined to learn more as he enjoyed speaking that way and with you no doubt.
He walked to Antonia on anything
about sign language, she located him to a section of books that would help him and he set off to learn. At times through the days you would catch him reading intently, "P? What are you reading?" you said as he then quickly hid the book at his side and signed
'Nothing important. Also you don't need to talk, it's okay', you blinked 'oh? Have you been practising?' you chuckled as he stared at you, he WAS practising and he was doing it for you so you didn't feel obliged to use your voice and hurt your throat more.
As the days passed, you were still staying at the hotel and was sitting next to the fire with the hotels cat in your arms. During the days, you would converse with P via sign language and you noticed him getting better and better which made you have a
sense of pride as you thought it was really sweet of him trying. Staring into the orange wisps of the fire you heard footsteps approach, turning your head you saw your puppet friend approach you as he sat next to you. 'Busy day?' you signed, 'Yes, many
puppets, I can smell the oil...it stinks' he said, his face scrunching up. You could see him changing more and more every time he came back and with the biggest change of them all- was his hair. You really liked it like that and wanted to play with it, would P
be okay with that? 'Hey, P...' he tilted his head at you, 'can I...play with your hair?' you signed to him making him sit up straight- he nodded a bit too enthusiastically for his liking but he liked all the little touches from you, despite not being able to
hear you, you would sit next to him as he tried to play the piano with your hand on top of the instrument and feeling the vibrations with your eyes closed and your shoulder touching his. He loved moments like that.
You smiled and sat in front of him, his legs opened with you between them with your own legs at the side of his waist as you ran your fingers through his silky brown/blackish hair. His eyes immediatly closed as he felt his ergo stir inside him, he leaned closer
to you pulling you closer by your waist making you blush, his head now into the crook your neck as you played with his hair. With becoming more human he could now smell so him being able to smell a soft almost flowery scent from you made him move closer into
you, he pulled back after a few minutes and looked directly into your eyes for signing, 'You smell nice', ah... bless this puppet he was so direct that he forgot humans get a bit flustered at stuff like that- you included. Your face heated up more, 'Antonia was
kind enough to lend me a perfume-', 'It suits you' he replied back as he went back to the position you two were in previously. You had a feeling he knew what he was doing sometimes. Cheeky thing.
With more days passing you and P would have fully fledged conversation in sign language, the only person who really understood was Antonia but she didn't take notice of your private conversations...sort of. She would catch phrases here and there. She smiled as she glanced at the two of you sitting on the floor signing away with a smile while P would stare, his gaze looking more lovingly as the more you delved into your story. P would glance at your hands and at the one that was closest to him, the more time he spent with
you the more he wanted to be close to you and with this language you were speaking with just the two of you he felt so close to you. It was just him and you, conversing in your own little world and he enjoyed that.
Later one night you were looking out the window, getting to the Krat hotel was dangerous you remember almost being hit as you didn't hear puppets and it frustrated you. You can fight but you're no where near as good as P or even a stalker. You sighed but any
feeling of despair was quickly washed away as you felt a familiar presence next you and knowing who it was you didn't bother to turn around and smiled as you felt a head on your shoulders. 'Hello you' you signed as P leaned closer to you, 'You aren't asleep yet? Are you okay?'
he asked and you shook your head 'I'm...doing okay. The city has become so...isolating and depressing it's hard not to think about it how many lives have been lost and how lucky- or unlucky- I am to have to surived for so long.' You faced P, 'P...I know it's only been
a few days but...I really care for you. I'd even call you a dear friend and even a...ahem, well, You've done a lot for the people of Krat and I just hope you know that you have my support no matter what. P, I...' you couldn't say it. The three words you wanted to say, they
wouldn't come out, as if your fingers were frozen and refused to budge. You sighed, 'I should probably head to bed now...would you like to join me?' you asked shyly as P nodded not a moment after.
You were already in pj's and watched as P took his coat and shoes off now only
in a plain shirt and pants (which were thankfully clean) and headed into the bed with you, laying next to you he gently moved his legion hand towards your face the cold finger tips grazing your ear making you shiver slightly as you close your eyes and lean closer into him, you could feel...beating? You could feel his heart beat making you smile as if it was like music to your touch. It wasn't long before you drifted off to sleep knowing P would alert you if anything were to happen.
Without your knowledge, P signed you something that you wouldn't be able to see but he meant every word of it. The three words that wouldn't come out of you either.
'I love you'
And with that he pulled you close, hoping one day he'll get to express those words to you but for now he enjoyed all the little moments with you and that was good enough for him right now.
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Sweet Music Playing In The Dark (Be Still, My Foolish Heart) [ Part Four ]
[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] [ Part 3 ]
{ I'm 100% not writing these in chronological order. I just write them as the ideas come and they don't come in order of the story. Just in moments inspired by the songs. Hopefully y'all still enjoy them!!! Cuz i really love this little story. Even though it's like a little patchwork quilt of a thing. πππ }
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They've been together for a bit. Their relationship is still private. For the most part. But they're very publicly friends. Always together and laughing and adorable. But in private, they're dating. Taking it slow. Cuz touring life is bonkers and they're both busy writing and doing their music.
But Eddie starts seeing some shit from Steve's fans. Like, an oddly puritanical little sub group. That the other fans are always like "no thank you. Please don't associate with us OR steve please." And They've been posting things about eddie "corrupting" steve and saying shit like, "Eddie's making him go down a path he'd never choose on his own".
And that Eddie's a cult leader and indoctrinating steve. And some even say shit about robin and chrissy too. That they're like, Eddie's cult wives. And they sent him some of those comments and Chrissy was like,
"Robin's gagging. She loves you. But she's gagging." And Eddie laughs so hard he almost falls out of his chair. But he takes the comments and shows Steve.
Because he is not social media guy. He's never on there. And he reads some of them and just keeps frowning and frowning and eddie just curls into his side and is like,
"hey. Its okay. I don't care that they're saying that. I play up the cult thing. You know that." Steve did know that. Loved it. Bought Eddie a shirt that said "cult leader" on it. It's a pink crop top and Eddie adores it. It's his favorite shirt. But steve is like,
"some of these are really mean Ed's." Some of them even mentioned Nancy and how she was so good for steve and so pure and blah blah blah. Eddie snorts VERY loud at that, says,
"did they miss her cheating on you? Just ignoring that are they?" And steve frowns more, says,
"that was never really said publicly." And Eddie's takes his hand, laces their fingers together and says,
"People know Steve. They saw through her. Okay? Just like I did. Your real fans love you. And some of them even love me now." He says, cheeky glint in his eyes. And then he's smiling too, all big and sharp and Steve's like,
"i know that face... what are you planning?" And he's already almost smiling himself, knows its gonna be good. And eddie just wiggles his eyebrows, says,
"I had this idea... for a video. And the idea wasn't originally to have YOU in the video. But I've been thinking, since reading all that shit. That maybe we should have some fun." He leans closer, presses soft kisses to Steve's cheek, the corner of his mouth.
"What did you have in mind?" Steve asks, his eyes closing as he sighs into Eddie's soft touches. Eddie hums, kisses him again, nuzzles into his cheek and kisses down his neck. Pushes steve into his couch and tells him all about it.
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What Eddie had in mind, was this. First, he, Steve, robin, and chrissy are all gonna be in the video. And the CC boys, playing in the background.
Eddie has a warehouse that he bought to make his videos, and others videos, and he does band photoshoots there sometimes. Has done several for Robin and Chrissy and a few for some other artists he's friends with. He loves doing weird little videos with just his friends.
So they go there, the set is literally just a ton of white cloth drapped everywhere. White on white on white. The band is playing all white instruments, the background is white velvet curtains.
Chrissy is in a beautiful white dress. Perfect and pristine, her hair all done with curls, her nails a pretty pearl. Robin's in a snug white suit. Waistcoat and all. Her hair slicked back.
Steve is in fancy white dress pants, a white tank under an open white shirt sleeved button down, Eddie let him do whatever he wanted with his hair, its neat and swoopy and perfect. The CC boys are all in matching white mechanic jumpsuits, white lines painted across their eyes.
Eddie had told them all the required colors and let them dress how they wanted. Told them what would be happening to the clothes too, so they knew.
And Eddie, he's in black skinny jeans, ripped at the knees, and is favorite pink crop top, CULT LEADER, printed in black across his chest in bold letters.
Steve can't take his eyes off him. Eddie makes his rounds, making sure everything is ready. And then walks up to Steve.
"You sure you wanna do this?" He asks, hands on Steve's hips as Chrissy and Robin lean against each other as they wait. Steve just stares at him, bites his lip, and nods.
"Yeah. Let's do this." His eyes are full of excitement and Eddie matches it, his cheeks dimpling as he nods.
They release the video a week later.
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The video opens with Eddie and the band just silhouetted against the background. The music plays and the lights come up when Eddie claps twice and he starts singing, moving and jumping in place to the beat. And when he says,
"is this what you wanted?" The camera jump cuts to Steve and Robin and Chrissy all standing off to the side, stock still, looking a bit like they're in a trance as they answer,
"no!" Eddie sings,
"you want some more?" And they all turn in unison to look at him when they answer,
"yes" and then the lights go up even more, the bright white around them all, their clothes, the velvet, all of it seeming to shimmer as they dance around, moving closer and closer to Eddie as he sings. Eddie looks directly into the camera when he sings,
"who's keeping score?" And then the chorus hits and his attention is all on steve, his hand moving up Steve's neck as he sings,
"cuz youve got a taste now." And steve leans into his touch, looking helpless to it. Robin does the same to chrissy,Β her and Eddie in synch as they draw in their partners, touching them and moving with them as Eddie sings about no one loving him like he loves him, steve smirking, his eyes closed, letting eddie touch and move him however he likes, and then Eddie sings,
"but you should've known, that this was gonna end in tears" and "blood" starts falling on them all, red stains blooming across the sea of white, all their clothes bleeding red as Eddie screams the next parts. Steve and the girls jumping and dancing and singing in the bloodrain, Eddie crooks his finger at steve when he sings,
"now come here and give me a hug" and steve saunters over, his hair dripping red as he falls into Eddie's arms. Eddie lowers him to the ground for the next part, his fingers moving and dancing across Steve's throat as he sings,
"i got my hands around your throat. I love way you choke." He dips down further, his lips brushing Steve's as he looks up at eddie, adoration in his eyes, both of them dripping blood as eddie sings,
"Cause i am yours and you are mine, I'll never let you go" right against Steve's lips, and Steve fucking arches into it, his palms flat on the gound.
Chrissy and Robin are fucking waltzing through the blood behind them, their feet kicking at the puddles of blood they glide through, moving across the "stage" as the camera pans after them, capturing the CC boys as well, all of them stained red, their instruments dripping and splashing as they play their hearts out. .
And then eddie is standing, singing the verse again as he moves his hands over steve, and Steve moves with his hands, like a puppet under Eddie's control, dancing and rolling in the blood on the floor. And then Eddie screams,
"GET THE FUCK UP" and steve is on his feet in an instant. Dancing and spinning through the guitar solo until it stops and he freezes, making like he's going to fall back to the floor before Eddie catches him in his arms.
Steve straightens, Eddie spins him and he and drapes himself over Eddie's back, Chrissy does the same to Robin behind them. Steve's hands moving over Eddie's chest and up his neck languidly, slow, with a purpose, dragging his hands through the blood thats covering them all now, Chrissy drops her head back onto Robin's shoulder as Robin tucks her arm loosly around her neck. Eddie stares straight at steve when he sings,
"nobody love you like i love you, oh my dear." And then they both drop their gazes to the camera, looking right at the audience as eddie sings and then screams,
"you should have known. This was gonna end in tears." Steve dropping his chin on Eddie's shoulder as he mirrors Robin's hold on Chrissy.
Eddie's voice goes quiet at the end, him and steve and the girls genlty swaying as the blood falling drenches them, their clothes and everything around them soaked a dark red now.
Eddie and Steve all tangled together just like Robin and Chrissy as the screen fades to black. And just before you loose sight of them all you can see them all laughing together right before Steve tightens his hold on Eddie's neck and pulls him into a kiss.
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They release the video and all their fans go fucking NUTS. Partially because Eddie posted it and captioned it,
"hey. Me and my boyfriend made you guys something." And he puts a little kissy emoji. And everyone FREAKS out. And of course the purity people show up and start being like,
"see! See! His shirt even says it! He's a cult leader!" And people start saying steve looks drugged. Which eddie immediately shuts down and blocks them. But the CCboys go into the comments, cuz they're tired of it. They love steve, and eddie. And them together. And they're like,
"y'all realize they made this video BECAUSE of you nutballs right???" and chrissy and robin just respond to their comment with,
"right???" And like fifteen laughing emojis.
And steve and eddie just turn off their phones and eddie tugs steve into bed and they lay there, just breathing together. And steve nuzzles into his chest and smiles and says,
"at least most of the blood came out of your shirt." Eddie hums, moves his fingers into Steve's hair and says,
"i knew it would. Just a little darker now." He presses a kiss into Steve's hair too, for good measure. Steve wraps his arm tighter around eddie, cuddles closer, whispers,
"just like me." And kisses Eddie's chest as he laughs, tugs on Steve's hair so that Steve's looking up at him and says,
"just like you. Dark and corrupted. Just the way i like you." Eddie teases, both of them laughing into their kiss as Steve drapes himself over Eddie.
When they turn their phones back on they're met by several croped headlines sent to them, and marked up and memed, by Chrissy and Robin. Followed by a text that says,
"congratulations on the big gay announcement! Thanks for letting us be a part of it!" Followed by every single heart emoji they could find and a few edits of themselves with hearts for eyes.
They laugh so hard steve snorts into Eddie's shoulder and eddie almost chokes on the chocolate chip pancakes steve had made him.
Eddie had corrupted him into making breakfast in bed. If only his fans fucking knew.
#sweet music#sweet music part four#steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#steve harrington x eddie munson#steve x eddie#rockstar!eddie munson#musician!steve harrington#mine#my writing#my fic#Spotify
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I'm on a two week spring break (as the seasons in my country work differently to EU and USA), and I'm also working on a business report that has to be submitted by October 13th. What better time to write than now?
I am once again truthfully sorry for my continuous disappearances.
Here's a Bucky fic because I found my tiny magnetic frame with a photo of him in it <3 (pic of photograph at the bottom).
P.S. this will be my first publicly posted Bucky fic woo-hoo!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Summary: it's the 1940s, and Bucky comes home from a hard day at work, but his wife is there to make every moment of his hard work worth it.
Genre: fluff
Warnings: mentions of war. Probably not all canon regarding time, etc. Slightly oc Buck.
A/n: Please do not plagiarize my work, and please give me credit if you post my work elsewhere. I might make this a series, dunno. Love y'all. Pls comment or inbox me if you'd like to be on a taglist.
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The walk home seemed longer than usual as Bucky trodged down the familiar path, every item of clothing feeling heavier with each step. He juggled his keys, slightly frustrated when they didn't go into the lock in the first few attempts. Finally, he managed, stumbling forwards from having his weight on the door. Bucky kicked off his boots in an instant, hung up his coat and hat, and looked around for his sweet love, his sugarbunch.
A smile bloomed across his handsome face as he saw her sauntering towards him, pretty dress flowing in the cool spring breeze. "Well, hello there, handsome chap. To what do I owe you the honours?" She smiled playfully, arms stretching open. Bucky gracefully accepted her invitation, wrapping himself around her and laying his cheek on her shoulder. "There, there, my love. Come on in. Go have a warm bath whilst I finish setting up the dinner table." His wife soothed, kissing above his cheekbone.
Once he'd freshened up, Bucky came downstairs to their four-person dining table, grinning at the meal his wife had prepared. She slid down in the seat across from him and reached out her hand, taking his. "Would you be as kind as to say grace for us?" She smiled, stroking her thumb over his bruised knuckles. They bowed their heads and closed their eyes as Bucky prayed for the food, "Lord God, Heavenly Father, bless our food and our drink, since you redeemed us so dearly and delivered us from evil, as you gave us a share in food and so may you give us eternal life. Amen.". They said amen in unison, and James kissed her hand as he let go of it.
"Jamie, my dear, I do not mean to alarm you, but I read about the war in the papers earlier today. It only seems to be intensifying. And I'm afraid young American men are no longer permitted a say as to whether or not they're getting drafted." His wife announced as she was washing the dishes, and he was drying and packing them away. The mug that he was busy drying slipped from his hands, but thankfully, his wife caught it just before it tumbled down the floor. "James," she breathed, taking his hands and gently tugging him away from the sink.
"Be..g my pardon, m-my love. The reality of the situations and times that we are living in has only dawned upon me now." James breathed, exhaling once again in disbelief. "Why don't you go and get ready for bed whilst I finish up here, hm?" She hummed, trailing her hand up to his neck and laying it there against his warm skin. "Alright, my darling, I bid on seeing you soon." He smiled, squeezing her hand that he held. "In the blink of an eye, sugar. Now go." She grinned, patting his cheek.
She joined him shortly after bathing and getting ready for bed, her chest tightening as she saw his frame in the bed, curled up in fear and staring off at the wood of his closet doors. Despite being fully aware of her presence, Bucky jumped when he felt her hand snake over his side and onto his stomach and chest. "Pardon me, my love." She giggled, spooning up against his back. James held his hand over hers as he continued to stare at the door. She felt sudden guilt. Should I not have told him that? She wondered.
"I'm sorry if I alarmed you, my darling." She said, pressing a loving kiss to the back of his neck. "You did not alarm me, dollface. 'M just tired from work 's all." He said, turning to face her. "Jamie, what'd your mama teach you about lying?" She warned. "Alright, alright." He smiled, eyes trailing across her bonny face, ruminating his luck. "Whatsoever may happen with this war, James, know that I love you." Y/N smiled, holding his hand to her chest and kissing his palm. "And I you." He smiled.
She skipped her reading that night, and so did he, just basking in each other's presence. The pair had fallen in love just after high school. James had seen her at church after praying for a pretty woman to cross his path, and she had prayed for a stable rock in her life to start a family with later on. It was instant love. After a period of wooing the pretty girl, they started dating, which then flourished into marriage. Bucky, age 24, Y/N, age 22, decided that they were content with the life they had built. Small but decent apartment, church community, flourishing matrimony, James had a stable job, and Y/N was applying for several.
Not to mention, their parents were incredulously proud. They were the spoken couple of Brooklyn, and Y/N treated Steve with the respect he deserved from day one, which was probably one of the central reasons for Becky's undying love for her. The life they had built together was sublime. Until the war hit.
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Fin. Hope you liked it. Lots of love x
#bucky barnes drabble#bucky x y/n#40s!bucky#bucky angst#bucky barns x reader#husband bucky#bucky barnes series#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes angst
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20 questions for writers
Thank you for the tag @thebiwifeonao3!
How many works do you have on AO3? 88
What's your total AO3 word count? 1,090,772
What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Frozen (Kristanna, especially), sometimes crossing over with other Disney movies. I've also written 7 fics for Wednesday (TV), and one or two for Good Witch (TV), The Americans, Beetlejuice, and What We Do in the Shadows. Oh, and a fic about the song, "Brandy."
What are your top five fics by kudos?
Woe is Your Master (Wednesday/Tyler, E)
Cat Scratch Fever (Wednesday/Tyler, T)
Woe is Me (Wednesday/Tyler, E)
Sweet Poison (Wednesday/Tyler, T)
Black Lace on Red (Wednesday/Tyler, E)
5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, I try to! But to be honest, if I get a super long comment or something that needs a long response, I usually put it off because I want to answer with as much effort as the commenter put into it. So sorry to the people whose comments I haven't responded to. Please know that I read them and loved them and will respond as soon as I collect myself from the puddle on the floor.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I've yet to write anything with an unhappy ending. But the closest I got was The Ice King (Hans/Elsa, E). I can't say because it's a spoiler. Let's just say that everyone got what they wanted, but it didn't work out quite the way it was supposed to.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Everything else? I guess if I have to pick one it's She Holds a Candle (Kristoff/Anna and Stephanie (transfemme Sven)/Ryder). I ended up giving Stephanie and Ryder their own chapter because I loved them so much and just wasn't ready to let them go. So Kristoff and Anna ended up together and then Stephanie and Ryder got married at the end. (Y'all know I love Ryder so much that I named my cat after him.)
8. Do you get hate on fics? I have. Mostly on ffn, so I stopped posting there. And I've gotten a little on AO3, too. Mostly it's been from people who don't know what archive warnings and tags are for, or who have contempt for the characters, ships, fandoms, etc. and haven't even read it.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes! Mostly m/f, usually femdom, and sometimes with mild BDSM (mostly bondage)
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I did more when I started out, but I don't do it so much anymore. I guess the craziest was Hans/Elsa in an animated Addams Family fusion AU (The Magenta Cravat, T). At one point I was going to write a WednesdayxFrozen AU where Anna was Wednesday's roommate instead of Enid and Elsa was a teacher at Nevermore. There's also the Frozen/Midsommar AU (Elsa/Pelle) which will never happen either. C'est la vie.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, a couple of my Wednesday fics were translated into Russian!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic? Yes, but it never saw the light of day. It was with a few other Frozen and Beauty and the Beast writers in the Frozen Hearts Will Melt Discord server (DM me if you want an invite).
14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Kristoff/Anna from Frozen.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? All of them? Seriously, though. I've determined that none of my WIPs on AO3 are going to be finished except for Head Over Feet. I'd love to finish The Refugees, All Tied Up, Sophisticated Grace, and Pour Some Sugar on Me, but I don't know if I have it in me. I dunno. Maybe someday.
16. What are your writing strengths? I've been told character dynamics and descriptions of body movements.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? Repetitive sentence structure, head hopping. And I have no idea where commas are supposed to go. Every time I think I'm right, my grammar check tells me I'm wrong.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for fic? I generally prefer to write dialogue in English and indicate that it's in another language. I don't want to make the reader do extra work just to find out what happens next. I also want the reader to be in the character's shoes the entire time without even realizing it, and having to read in a language they're not as familiar with can take them out of it. But, at the end of the day, it's a technique and a choice the writer has to make about what's best for the characters and their story.
I wish I knew another language well enough that I could write a whole fic in that language, but alas. I hold writers who write in foreign languages in the highest esteem.
19. First fandom you wrote for? Frozen (Kristoff/Anna)
20. Favourite fic you've written? Pretty Please (Kristoff/Anna, E). I wrote this for @99goosebumps for the 2023 BDSM Exchange. It was so much fun to write, and all the stars aligned with it. Aside from writing some new kinks I loved, I'm really happy with the quality of the fic and I really loved Kristoff and Anna's dynamic in this one. I don't think I've ever gotten it quite as right as I did in that fic. It's definitely not for everyone, but I hope the people who have read it found something they liked there.
Tagging @thefamilybruno @glassslippers-n-cowboyboots @bad-at-names-and-faces @thecassadilla @99goosebumps @paigebstorey @butchbetty! And anyone else who wants to participate.
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Sweet Child O' Mine
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Warnings: angst, death, some small talk about trauma, probably poor writing but whatever
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If any of y'all saw my post about HATING Tumblr and tell them to go fuck themselves, this fic is the reason. I had to re-fucking-write this because they made my entire screen go white and the only way to fix it was to reload the screen. Therefore, effectively deleting everything I wrote
I also wanted to make this fluffy but then decided that nah, just plan angst works fine. So prepare to be saddened
I honestly want to give S1 Jonathan (and this Jonathan) a hug. They deserve it
I also did this fic based off of Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns N' Roses purely because it was stuck in my head. Like that is LITERALLY the only reason I did it
Anywho, enjoy
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky (Sky)
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long, I'd probably break down and cry
Jonathan remembered how Y/N had smiled at him as she drove. He had noticed it from his peripherals while he was adjusting something on his camera and had smiled to himself. God had he loved that smile of hers. It always reminded him of his childhood. The good parts of it, at least. Like when his mom would take him and Will to the park and the sun would be high in the sky. Not a cloud to give any hint of rain. When the sun would be high in the sky and he never felt a single ounce of the pain going on at home. He had lifted the camera to take a photo of her smiling face. He had known she had seen him take it when she started laughing. That of which had him ending up snapping another of her laughing.
He had known that later she would have looked at those photos and groaned. Would have made a comment how bad she looked laughing. He would end up disagreeing and saying how much he loved photos of her laughing. How she always looked the best in them. And she wouldn't believe him. She never did. And he never cared. It may have been a never ending circle, but he didn't care because it would be in it with her
Sometimes when he still looks at the photos of her, he gets taken back to that time. Either with Will and his mom or the moment in the picture with her. But he never was able to stare at the photos for too long. He always would remember what happened and end up breaking down crying.
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by
He remembered how when he looked into her eyes and saw everything in them. It had always pained him to see them when they were full of pain. He remembered when he told her about Will's disappearance and then when his 'body' was found and was declared dead. He remembered how the pain gathered in her eyes like a coming storm. But it never gathered enough for the rain to come. Never did a single tear fall from her eyes.
But he also remembered how she had pulled him in. That he had collapsed onto her. That at some point during his break down, she had walked them into her room. That at some point she laid their foreheads together and made him mimic her breathing. He remembered that one of his hands had fallen to the back of her hair. He remembered how he had done it many times, before and after that, for comfort. He remembered how warm it felt. It didn't matter if they had been outside in the rain or snow. It was always warm.
He remembered that the warmth of it always reminded him of when he and Will were kids and their parents fought. When he would had Will sneak into his room or he would sneak into Will's and they would listen to music. That had always been his comfort during their parents fights. With Will in one of the rooms, listening to music and talking about whatever.
He used to think of it as hiding from thunder. Something he had always been afraid of. But she had always been there to calm him down. All until she wasn't.
Where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
Mm-mm, oh, where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Oh, where do we go now? (Where do we go?)
Where do we go? (Sweet child)
Mm-huh, where do we go now?
Ah-yah-yah-yah-yah-yah-yah-yah-oh (Where do we go? Where do we go?)
Ooh, where do we go now? (Where do we go?)
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-oh, wow
Where do we go?
Oh-oh, where do we go now?
(Oh) Where do we go, oh-oh-oh-oh? (Oh, wow)
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
Woah-oh, where do we go now?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Sweet child
Sweet child of mine
He remembered when Hopper came to his apartment just as the rain had let up. He remembered how Hopper's hat was off. The somber look on his face. Jonathan's first thoughts were a jumbled mix of worry for his mom, brother, and Y/N. He remembered how Hopper only assured him it wasn't his mom or brother. He remembered how he asked about Y/N. And that Hopper stayed quiet. He remembered how Hopper finally said it. Finally confirmed his worse fears.
They had found her car crashed into a ditch. That she had been in it. That she had probably been driving in the storm, lost control of the car, and it spun out into a ditch. He remembered how he tried so hard not to cry. Not in front of Hopper. But the moment Hopper told him that she had listed him as her first emergency contact, he finally lost it. He finally broke down and cried.
The two of them had made the other their emergency contact years ago as a joke. Never thinking that it would be important. Never thinking that a cop would show up at one of their doors to say they were dead.
And now it was raining and was the day of her funeral. They were maybe halfway through it when he ran out. Unable to sit through it all. He knew that Will and his mom had ran after him. But he ignored him as he sat out on the sidewalk. The rain pouring over his head. Everytime there was a sound of thunder, he jumped.
He knew that his mom and brother were worried about him. He hadn't been this broken over Will's 'death' when it happened. But he thought that was because deep down he knew his mom was right. That he wasn't dead. And look. He wasn't. He was alive and breathing next to him. Unlike her. Unlike Y/N. Y/N who hadn't deserved to die. Especially not during a fucking rain storm.
And maybe because with Will's death he knew what he was going to do next. He knew that he was going to graduate High School and get a better life for him and his mom. But without her, he had no idea. He didn't know what to do or where to go from there.
He just wanted to be with her. Be with the one person who always had his back. No matter how many dumb things he did. No matter how many breakdowns he had. No matter how snappy he could get.
He just wanted his best friend back. That was all. He just wanted her back. And while Will and Joyce knew this. They didn't know everything. Not until the next words came from his sobbing lips.
"I never even got to tell her that I loved her."
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Hi, guys!!
I just wanted to apologize for not really replying to stuff these days, I had big mental health problems again. I just think I'm gonna take a longer break from social media up until I go through some stuff on therapy and get at least a bit better. But I wanted to let you know of that first, because I don't want you guys to think I abandoned this blog, because hey look I still do love Hoffstrahm and think about them 24/7!!!! Just ask my friends they can confirm!!!ββ
Good news in all of this is I've been writing a lot, MUCH MORE of the Hoffstrahm fic than I even did before (which is honestly partially thanks to y'all, you have no idea how much your appreciation for my fic and your comments on it motivate me to write it further, I'm so excited for you to read everything that comes later!!!) which means I might finish the 6th chapter soon. That also means I think I'll edit and publish the 4th one much sooner than I thought ! (I know my writing process sounds kinda weird and chaotic, but it's just basically - I keep leaving a few chapters unpublished in case I decide to go in a slightly different direction in the next chapter, so that I can still change stuff, revise it, go through it again, check if everything clicks and makes sense plot-wise, relating to the movies, characters, everything really. I just want it to be as realistic, as Saw-movies-like as possible!)
I won't say when I'll publish the next chapter yet, but just keep an eye out for a post about it, that's all I can say! Again, thank you so much for all your sweet words and your appreciation when it comes to my fanfic, my posts, my headcanons and theories, my playlists, everything <333 You truly have no idea how much it all means to me.
Oh, there are a couple more things I do have planned for this blog once I'm back, one which I'm not gonna spoiler π«’ and the other, I keep working on this Hoffstrahm fanart which I might post once I'm back, maybe not only that one, who knows π
I hope all of you are having a great day/night, sending you everything that is the best, huge hugs and as much time as possible for rewatching and analyzing Saw, hehe !!!
See you! <333
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Ok I was tagged for this and it took a few days but i'm finally doing it!
How many works do you have on AO3? 46
What's your total AO3 word count? 508,068
What fandoms do you write for? Right now? Digimon, Persona, Fire Emblem, and Dungeon Meshi (technically only one fic for that but who's counting)
Top five fics by kudos:
Falling Through Life (Life is Strange)
At The End of The Day (Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury)
You Never Forget Your First Time (Life is Strange)
A Whole New World (Life is Strange)
A smut fic with a name I won't mention because even the name itself is NSFW lmao (Dungeon Meshi)
(For the record I find it very funny that three of these are for a fandom that, while I love the game, I haven't really kept up with the fandom in forever and the top one is an abandoned fic WOOPS. Pro-tip: writing about the hot new game about queer girls will really give you those kudos if you want them)
Do you respond to comments? I do my best to! If someone either doesn't have anything nice to say or doesn't, really, have anything substantial to say or they're just kind of Yapping then I avoid it, but otherwise I take the time to go through comments and thank people profusely for enjoying my stuff
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh god this is tough??? I generally write either lighthearted fics or smut and my main dramatic fics just, either aren't anywhere near done to have an angsty ending or were abandoned? If I had to pick probably the Dungeon Meshi fic listed in my top 5 by kudos-- I almost went for a comedic ending but wanted to go for something angsty-ish and unnerving and I thought it hit pretty well! Otherwise the one Fire Emblem 3 Houses fic I have (also a smut fic) has a pretty oof ending
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Man this is TOUGH. I have a lot of happy/nice/sweet endings just by virtue of writing a lot of smut and heartwarming stuff for the fandoms I love. Uh, maybe At The End of The Day??? It takes a nice ending and makes it cute? Otherwise maybe Especially For You which is a smut in my Persona 5 AU that has a really sweet ending for the main ship of the AU???
Do you get hate on fics? Thankfully no! I did have one person laugh at one of the connections a character made even though the character had no reason to believe otherwise? Another time I saw someone bookmarked my fic and mentioned "this character isn't at their best" when frankly I put my whole bussy into writing them incredibly well SO I was salty about that and they have bad taste on that in my imo BUT WHATEVER I KNOW THE TRUTH
Do you write smut? Dawg you have NO idea. I have so many wips that have just not been finished and probably never will be, so many documents with vague outlines that I have no clue will be finished. A small handful I haven't posted yet. Plenty I've written for friends for their birthdays or otherwise. I'm a smut maven and I love it. And I'm apparently pretty good at it, I've been told.
Craziest crossover: The closest thing to a crossover I've done is a crossover AU I did for one of the Jyoumi month challenges that was Joe and Mimi in The World Ends With You? It was... alright. I wrote it all in one day like I did the rest of the onesehots for those challenges and I had some neat ideas but man, I just don't think I'm all too great at crossovers, nor do they entirely interest me? More power to those who CAN do crossovers and do them well, y'all are more powerful than I can imagine
Have you ever had a fic stolen? No, but I DID have a character bio stolen in roleplay before. I know this because I had to make very specific changes/specifications to their power set for that site. Someone used it exactly as is but changed some of the history and I called them out and they insisted it was theirs, despite me having proof and having others verify for me. They kept saying "Oh I've had this forever" and when I asked for proof they turned it around on me being like "Well people have stolen my stuff so I don't want you to steal it" so. It was a great fun mess. Fics? I pray not because if I have to get into something like THAT but for fics I think I'll actually throw hands for real for real.
Have you ever had a fic translated? I have not, I'm not esports enough for that treatment.
Have you ever co-written a fic before? I haven't! It's definitely something that would interest me/would drive me to work harder and more consistent but as of right now, nope.
All time favorite ship? This is not fair this is not right you cannot ask me to do this. I'm gonna do a small handful and y'all will have to put up with it
Joe Kido and Mimi Tachikawa (Digimon)
Kari Kamiya and Yolei Inoue (Digimon)
Davis Motomiya and Yolei Inoue (Digimon)
Kumiko Oumae and Reina Kousaka (Sound! Euphonium)
Suletta Mercury and Miorine Rembran (Gundam: The Witch From Mercury)
Joker and Ryuji Sakamoto (Persona 5)
Yu Narukami and Ai Ebihara (Persona 4)
Yu Narukami and Rise Kujikawa (Persona 4)
Nico Minoru and Karolina Dean (Runaways)
Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz (Agents of SHIELD)
I have so many fucking ships these are just the first ones I thought of this isn't even counting the rp/tabletop ships with original characters or otherwise we'd be here all day.
What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Probably my old main Life is Strange AU that I was writing as the game was coming out or an Agents of SHIELD AU I wrote when I got back into fic writing early into the pandemic. Neat stories I hold dear but I just don't have the time, energy, or motivation to work on them anymore.
What are your writing strengths? I think dialogue and conversations. I've also been told I'm pretty good at writing characters true to how they are in the source material which is great. I've also been told my writing is very snappy and sincere which makes me very very happy. I also like to think I'm alright at fight scenes!
What are your writing weaknesses? Probably good descriptions of places/people/things, especially in smut. I always feel like I can get better so I'm pretty hyper critical of my own stuff, so I think descriptions, as well as being too wordy sometimes. I use so many words to say a few things and it's frustrating.
Thoughts on dialogue in another language? Personally I'm iffy on it. I think it's something that needs to be worked on very well. I've recently seen stuff of people writing characters in English for like, fics in English or rp in English but they'll say stuff like "Naruhodo" and it just absolutely throws me off and I just think "You are not serious people" a la Logan Roy. When I write fics in Japan (besides Digimon because I generally go dub-focused but that's another matter) I'll do stuff like honorifics, but I generally won't try to use dialogue in another language. It trips up easier than it actually works well in my opinion, and I think I would need to be a lot better of a writer to do it-- there's a reason why so many Digidestined across the world speak in Japanese primarily in stuff like the sub of the World Tour after all, lmao
First fandom you wrote in? Tales of Symphonia! I love that game so much and I have to credit it with my love of fic writing. It was a horrible self-insert fic that I cringe whenever I think about it, but it's MY horrible self-insert fic that makes me cringe.
Favorite fic youβve written? This is literally not fair lmao. I think Someone On Your Side for Persona 5 as part of my AU was a lot of fun, very affirming, but also took the issues of societal transphobia especially in the context of my AU seriously and with weight. Also, The Curse of The Beast was some fun unhinged smut I got to write and I adore it. But also something something all my fics are special except the ones that aren't.
Tagged by: @zuzsenpai Thank you for tagging me! Sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy this haha. It was a lot of fun to do this!
Tagging: whoever wants to feel free I always feel weird about tagging this stuff so go for it
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Miracle-twenty three
*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*
Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader
Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.
Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.
Author Note: Hopefully this will keep y'all fed until the last chapter. WHICH I'M GOING TO CRY WHEN I POST THE FINAL CHAPTER TOMORROW. OMG. anywhoo, enjoy the smut.
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"Noah?" I called out into the dark room, an uneasy feeling settling low in my belly.
It was late, the show in Paris ending a few hours ago. I hung back to help the crew tear down while Noah and the rest of the guys headed back to the hotel. They were exhausted as we were nearing the end of our month-long tour overseas with only two shows left and the thought of being able to go back home to sleep in our own beds made all of us giddy with excitement.
Home.
The place that Noah and I were slowly making ours before we had to leave. I was still very apprehensive about moving in with Noah because Jolly was living there but they both reassured me it was fine. It was a nice feeling to be wanted by someone and not in a sexual way. In a way that made your heart soar when they walked into a room or when they remembered to pick something up that you like from the store when they went earlier. I made a comment about how much I loved having iced coffee every morning so what did Jolly do? Bought four boxes of coffee and a specific machine that I could make the coffee iced.
The night before we left for the tour, I told Noah that I needed to run out to get something from the store. It was late in the evening, and he did not want me to go out alone to get it, so he offered. Immediately, I denied saying I was fine to go alone.
"Angel, just tell me what you need. I can run to the store and get it for you. You should stay in bed, it's already late."
"No, I can run to grab it. It's bad enough I have to ask my boyfriend for money so I can buy it, the last thing I need is for you to be the one that goes to the store for it." I quickly threw on my jacket and shoes so he couldn't stop me.
Noah chuckled while running a hand through his hair. "What, do you need tampons?"
My body stilled as I stared up at him.
"Oh, shit," he uttered. "You do need tampons."
"Yep," I said popping the 'P'. "So I'll be back in half hour."
Noah knew how stubborn I was but so was he so we ultimately agreed that we would go together. He ended up stocking the cart with atleast a three-month supply of tampons and pads also throwing in whatever sweet I was craving. My heart nearly soared out of my body when I saw him throw a large fuzzy blanket into the cart as well.
He shrugged. "It's heated. I'd figure it would help with the cramps."
That night he also bought me whatever else I would need to feel comfortable in the house since I lost everything in the fire. I only allowed him to buy me the essentials; toiletries, clothes and shoes, but I drew the line when he tried to buy me a new laptop. It was a pricey one where I could edit all the pictures, I took for their social media page when I went back to work.
"That's way too much money, Noah," I said with a stern voice. "I can save up some money to buy myself one. I'm sure Bryan has an old laptop I could use."
Bryan had one, even offered it to me, but Noah turned down his offer. All because when I went to open my suitcase after arriving in Europe for the first show, there was a brand new laptop still in its box with the plastic right on top of my clothes.
I remember being so pissed at Noah. I didn't talk to him for a few hours but eventually he wore me down, with his tongue, and I accepted the present with so much gratitude; with my lips wrapped around his cock.
The first night of tour, I was stoked to get back to work until I realized I didn't have a camera, that was until Bryan let me have an old one of is.
"It's a little older than the one you had, but I figured it would work for now," He pulled me into a side hug.
I wrapped my arms around him, heart aching with the amount of small gestures everyone in the band and crew had done for me. "Thank you."
Folio lifted my spirits whenever the bad thoughts crept back in my mind. A few nights ago, I woke up from a terrible nightmare. Noah was out with Nick and Jolly at a bar right down the road from our hotel in Ireland. It was the first night Noah wouldn't be by my side when I went to sleep since the fire and he was very nervous too. I reassured him I'd be fine because the nightmares stopped for a few weeks so when it clawed its way through my brain; I woke up with a shrill scream.
Flames tickled my skin, burning it right from the bones, as I reached for Noah to save me before falling into the dark depths of my death.
Folio's room was right next to mine and when he heard my screams, he texted me to make sure I was alright. I responded with a one word response.
No.
He stayed with me for the next hour until Noah returned, who was upset that I hadn't called him to let him know what happened.
"I didn't want to bother you," I blew out a shaky breath as he cupped my face.
"Angel, you could never bother me. I love you."
The last few days, though, I've noticed that Noah, Bryan, and Matt had been talking amongst themselves a lot but stopping as soon as I entered the room. At first it didn't bother me but now, it was making my mind race with what the hell they could be talking about. I couldn't dwell on it though because while I pack up my things to return to the hotel room tonight, Noah texted me he would be waiting up for me. Although the dark hotel room said otherwise.
"Noah?" I said again, this time flicking on the lights to the room.
I gasped when a hand wrapped around my throat from behind, cool leather pressing against the heated skin as a deep voice spoke.
"You're late."
Goosebumps pricked at my skin and I dropped my bag to the floor, ice cold fear filling my veins.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize what time it was," I tried to explain through my shaky voice.
He breathed me in then let go of his grip around my throat, pushing me forward slightly. Suddenly the room was blanketed in darkness again and I tried to maneuver my way through the dark until the bedside table lamp clicked on, a warm yellow glow showcasing the man that sat on the edge of the bed right in front of me blanketed in his own darkness. He slowly removed the hood of his jacket, his face covered by the black ski mask. It was as if he redressed himself after earlier.
Holy. Shit.
"Take off your dress," his deep voice demanded.
With a squeak, I shed off my black sundress with ease letting it fall to the ground at my feet. I stood in front of him in nothing but a matching red bra and panties set. Because of the mask, I couldn't tell if the sight of me affected him or not.
"On your knees."
I was on my knees so fast the carpet beneath my skin burned.
"Off."
One word that held so much power it made my body shiver with pleasure. Feeling cheeky, I unhooked my bra and slung it into his lap, the red lace contrasting to the darkness of his pants.
"Oops," I shrugged innocently.
His lips twitched into a scowl and hooked a finger towards me, beckoning over. My mouth ran dry when I realized I was in trouble and rose to my feet.
"No. Crawl to me."
Oh, so this is how it's going to be.
Whatever reserve I have about doing this was far gone along with my dignity. He wants me to crawl to him? With fucking pleasure.
The carpet scratched at my palms and knees until I stopped right in front of him and peered up at him through dark lashes. A gloved hand cupped my chin and forced me to look deeper into his eyes; dark and not a hint of the brightness I adored.
"You want to please me, don't you?"
I eagerly nodded. "Please."
His thumb brushed over my bottom lip. "Good girl. Take my cock out."
The sound of his belt clinking to the ground and then a zipper echoed in the eerily quiet hotel room and soon, his thick cock sprung free. Pre-cum built at the head and I licked my lips, wanting a taste, but his grip on my chin tightened.
"Not yet. I need you to put your hands behind your back."
Once my hands were clasped together, he stood to his feet, hard cock right in front of my face and I whined when the pre-cum now spilled onto my lips.
Such a fucking tease.
He bent over my head to tie my hands together with his belt, pulling it tight.
"How is it?" His voice was lighter than he'd been using, full of concern.
Our facade slipped away for a moment as I smiled up at him. "I'm good, trust me."
His thumb grazed over my cheek then slipping back into character, he sat back onto the bed with his hand wrapped around his cock.
"Open."
Mouth wide for him, I moaned around his cock as it slipped between my lips finally getting a taste of him. I bobbed my head up and down the length as much as I could; the head hitting the back of my throat, but I didn't gag; I wanted this to be perfect for him.
He deserved this after the hell of a schedule he's had.
"Such a good girl," his head fell back in ecstasy when my tongue flattened against the underside of his cock.
I moaned in agreement as I continued to suck him despite the pain in my jaw. His hips raised up in my face so he could bury his cock deeper in my throat while his hand pulled tight at the ends of my hair. He was close I could practically taste it but before I could beg him to cum; he pulled me off of him with a loud pop echoing throughout the room.
"On the bed," he grunted while lifting me to my feet.
I scrambled onto the bed as best as I could since my hands were still tied behind my back. Both gloved hands gripped my hips as he helped me face the mirror on the wall to my right and I nearly came at the sight that stared back at me. Drool stuck to my face, mascara running down my cheeks from how hard I was sucking, and lips swollen from the thickness of his cock.
I was a mess, but he didn't mind because he all but ripped my panties off, leaving me bare in front of him while he remained fully clothed in his concert gear, mask and all.
He pushed my upper body down to the bed while my ass was raised in the air, the cool air from the fan causing my skin to rise with pricks. My pussy shivered with desire when I watched him in the mirror stare hungrily at me, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
"I'm so fucking hungry, angel," he groaned.
I pushed my ass back towards his face. "Stop fucking teasing me-."
A hard smack to my ass echoed in the room and I mewled in pain at first then pleasure seconds after.
"Such a nasty mouth. Did my cock not teach you anything?"
I feverishly nodded. "Yes, it did."
Through the mirror, I noticed him tilt his masked face to the side while a gloved finger brushed over my wet folds. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, king," I moaned.
He rewarded me by slipping a finger in me, knuckle deep as he fingered me hard and fast.
"Oh god," I buried my face into the blanket beneath me.
His large body loomed over my back and left kisses along my spine. "Remember angel, there's no God here just us."
"Yes, fuck that feels so good," I gasped when he slipped another finger inside of me.
The feeling of his cloth gloves felt different but in such a good way. Through lidded eyes, I looked int the mirror to see his cock was still out of his pants; red and hard. Angry as it begged for release with the cum that dripped down to the bed.
His name fell off my lips as I begged for his cock. While his fingers were long and could reach that spot with ease, I needed the thickness of him to feel full.
"What do you want?" He purred while brushing his lips over my back, fingers slowing to an unmoving pace now.
"Please, I want your cock."
He hummed in response. "Anything for you, angel."
I screamed out as he pressed himself deep inside of me with one fast snap of his hips. One arm wrapped around my stomach from behind, enclosing my tied hands to his stomach, while his other hand kept us upright on the bed, palm flattened right next to my face. He tossed off one glove I didn't know when and when the small design of the back angel wings tattoo on his thumb became clear, my heart warmed and doubled in size.
Fuck, I really love this man.
"Noah," I moaned when I felt my orgasm build to a fever high, it needing to snap before it took me under.
He lifted me from the bed to adjust our position so we both were on our knees in front of the mirror. With his free hand, he spread my legs wider apart, and I leaned my head back against his chest with the new angel making him all of my most sensitive places all at once.
"Look at yourself," he demeaned.
I was exhausted but did what he asked by looking in the mirror, the sight so unholy. A man in a mask and dressed in black spearing me wide open on his cock.
"You're beautiful, angel," he praised with a hard thrust.
"Mine."
Thrust.
"Fuck," his burrowed his lips into my neck to bite down hard on the skin.
My throat was dry, raw, and I could barley make a noise as my orgasm finally ripped through me with such force I fell limp in his arms, my arousal coating his dick and pants.
"I love you," Noah moaned as he finally spilled himself into me, coating my walls.
We sat there for a long moment to let our breathing fall in slow sync with eachother then Noah gently laid me on the bed so he could remove the binds from my wrists. He rubbed the red marks before brining them to his soft lips, peppering it in kisses.
"Are you alright?"
I gave him a blissed out, goofy smile, and nodded. "More than alright. Thank you for this, Noah."
He made a noise low in his throat as he bent down to press a kiss to my lips.
"I should thank you, angel. This might have been my idea, but you were comfortable with it," he said while covering me with the blanket.
I held it to my exhausted body as I watched him remove the mask from his face, chocolate waves of his hair sticking up in many directions. Sweat beaded at his eyebrows and ran down the side of his face.
"I don't understand how you can perform three songs in that getup," I shook my head with a laugh.
Noah chuckled as well as he shed off the jacket and black shirt, now only wearing his black briefs and blank tank.
"The ladies love it," he walked over to the other end of the room.
I hummed. "Yes, they do."
Noah fiddled with something that was poised on the table in the room pointed directly towards the bed and mirror.
"Did you get what you needed?" I wondered with a cheeky smile.
He held the camera up towards me, the bright red light still blinking. "Sure did. Anything you want to say to the camera?"
I flipped it off. "If anyone sees this Noah Sebastian, I'll cut out your vocal chords."
Noah's vibrant laughter bounced off the walls of the room as he shut the camera off, letting it rest on the floor at our feet before he crawled into bed with me. He pulled me into his chest and left a chaste kiss on the back of my shoulder.
"I really should shower," I noted.
Sweat covered every inch of me, and I was a sticky mess between my legs.
Noah yawned while turning off the lights, drowning us in that same darkness from before. "In the morning, angel. Let's get some sleep."
If you all want to read Noah making Angel accept his gift with his tongue, read it here.
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So I just finished rereading the Dragons in Our Midst and Oracles of Fire series (a 7-month-long endeavor), and I thought I would share my thoughts now that I've finished revisiting what were arguably some of the most influential (to me) books of my preteen and early teen years.
Much to my relief, my level of enjoyment while reading these books didn't go down β actually, I think it probably had an overall upward trend.
(Except for the bit where I literally hurt my thumb while reading Bones of Makaidos because of supporting that thick of a book for long reading sessions.)
I think I had forgotten just how weird these books are? Or maybe I just never realized in the first place? But somehow you end up with dragons and King Arthur stuff coexisting with sci-fi-ish elements like Ashley's inventions and Mardon's experiments, plus multiple different dimensions, most of which are some form of afterlife, and it's crazy. I like it, though, and I deeply respect the fact that Davis has managed to build a career out of more or less writing whatever he wants without really worrying about either genre or genre conventions. Life goals right there, y'all.
There is so much allegory and Christian/spiritual messaging in these books. Like, I remember them as being very heavily Scriptural/Christian even for 2000s Christian fantasy, but I think I originally didn't pick up on half of what was in there. It's kind of a lot at times, but it's also kind of nice to read something that's so up-front about its message.
On a related note, I actually appreciate The Candlestone and Enoch's Ghost a lot more now because I understand what the author was doing! Like, Enoch's Ghost was originally probably my least or second-least favorite in the series? And now I'm like, this is great! I see what's going on! And storm me if this does not explain a lot about why Ashley is one of my favorite characters!
(Side note: at one point, I was making a comment about how my favorite book in any given Davis series is, for some reason, usually the one in which the characters go through literal hell, and I said that this was true "with the exception of Enoch's Ghost." Davis saw this and helpfully pointed out that no, the characters definitely do end up in hell a bit in the book, and I was just . . . too polite to point out that I meant the exception in the other direction. But at this point, Enoch's Ghost might be my favorite in OoF, so . . . retroactively true? IDK.)
There's a lot of family in this series, and it's absolutely wonderful. And Davis really emphasizes parent-child relationships (which are hard to do well in adventure fantasy) as opposed to sibling relationships (which are comparatively easy to work in and probably more common), and I just love any instance of multiple generations fighting and adventuring alongside one another, or of the main characters turning to their parents for advice and support even as they're getting older and becoming more independent.
I legit cannot stop thinking about how these books kind of came out at the last possible moment. They were published from 2004 to 2009, and had they come out ten years later, they would've been a completely different story. In the 2000s, you have this sweet spot where the internet is very much a thing, but people don't really have camera phones or constant access to the internet. Like, can you imagine the beginning of Raising Dragons in today's society? Besides the fact that, depending on the school, Bonnie probably wouldn't be able to get away with keeping her backpack on all the time . . . like, her and Billy's escape? There wouldn't be rumors about giant bat creatures floating around the school; there'd be two dozen photos and videos being rapidly posted to FB and IG and someone catching just the right angle to be like "Is that Bonnie???? and that's definitely Billy????? what the heck????" And that's mild compared to the chaos that something like the climax of Circles of Seven or the modern-Earth-side events of Oracles of Fire would create.
Anyway, rereading these was an excellent choice. 10/10 would recommend. I'm going to reread Children of the Bard too sometime soon, but I don't have the same experience with them that I do with DiOM and OoF, so they're part of a different Event.
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A Butler's Duty
A Hadaka Shitsuji fart fiction written by yours truly. Lol. Two odd fandoms to put together, I know, but I really went all out on this one, you guys. T_T It's my first story post here, but I really hope y'all like it!
Smuttiness/grossness ahead
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Sakuma walked throughout the halls of the mansion, holding a clipboard. His posture was perfect, and his stride was dignified. His dark blue hair was done up just so, and there wasn't a single wrinkle in his navy uniform, or the tiniest smudge on his glasses. Such were the makings of the Kamishiro Mansion's head butler. He had studied for years at the best butler academy in England, and graduated with flying colors. Sakuma devoted his whole life; his whole being, to becoming the perfect butler. That certainly didn't stop when Tomoaki Maeda came to the estate a fated few weeks ago. Even if he was a temporary master, the man wouldn't dream of slacking off. It wasn't in his nature.
That morning, Tomoaki lay sleeping in the master bedroom, while the other members in the house were wide awake.
Sakuma walked up to the windows, ticking a box on his checklist. The glass was spotless, as he liked. He made a mental note to give Arisato a compliment on it later. The older man then made his way to the kitchen, a complaint already in his mind. Breakfast was taking far too long, and he'd be giving that no good chef an earful for it.
He swung open the door, a wonderfuly sweet smell filling his nose. Despite how deliciously divine the scent was, he kept the stern look on his face unwavering.
"Komine, our master ordered a small breakfast of toast and rolled egg this morning. What on Earth is taking you so long?", he complained, sucking his teeth when he saw the Kansai man flipping a large fluffy pancake.
"Aw, get of my case, Sakuma! Yur always givin' me a hard time!"
Komine put a hand on his hip, turning to his superior. He didn't even need to look at what he was making, being so excellent at his craft.
"Because your reputation for being an Addlepated clot-head precedes you..."
He deadpanned.
"Yea yea! And you gotta reputation for usin' big words I don't understand. So there."
Komine cleared his throat, placing the last pancake atop the pristine pile.
"Breakfast is just takin' a little longer. I wanted to make something yummy for Tommy s'all."
Sakuma's forehead ticked.
"That's certainly not what Master asked for. "
"Well- Yeah."
Komine blew air from his lips, waving off his comment.
"But that was borin' though! Tommy needs something more hearty! The man needs some meat on his bones!"
"Why must you be so bull headed? You cannot just go against Master's orders whenever you please- And honestly, I've said it a thousand times, please refrain from calling him anything but Master! It is highly disrespectful!"
Komine sighed deeply, handing Sakuma the tray of food. What an absolute feast! Bacon, pancakes, rolled egg, fruit, toast, and a glass of OJ. It was more than anyone needed when they first woke up, really.
"Here! He doesn't hafta eat it all, but I felt like makin' it. My pride as a cook's on the line over here!"
The butler stared down at the food, thinking about tossing it, and making Komine start again from scratch. He didn't do that of course, since he didn't like wasting food and couldn't possibly be that mean.
"Fine then, but blatant disobedience of our Master won't be tolerated in the future. Understand?", Sakuma asked, lifting a brow.
"Yeah, yeah! I bet anything he'll be happy though! You just wait and see!"
"Indeed."
Sakuma blinked, then swiftly exited the kitchen. He was quick, but careful, as to not drop anything. Though, ever since his butler school days, he was skilled in balancing plates. He hardly had to think about it anymore.
Sakuma went one handed, checking his pocket watch with the other. Five minutes past schedule. He shuddered. Tardiness was blasphemy for a butler.
Finally, he reached Tomoaki's room, knocking once before entering for the sake of being polite. Knowing Maeda, he would be sleeping like a log though. The door cracked open, and Sakuma cracked the faintest smile. His master's sleeping face was so utterly adorable, a drastic change compared to how he was awake.
He set the food down on the nightstand, speaking ever so gently. He didn't want to give his lord a rude awakening after all.
"Master, it's time to wake up and greet the day", he spoke with saccharine susurration.
Maeda groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead, and rubbing his temples. Sakuma barely giggled a breath, seeing Tomoaki struggle to rise.
"Breakfast is ready for you. It's...quite a spread."
Tomoaki's brown eyes blinked open, foggy and tired. His stomach growled, and the mention of food roused his mind.
"Morning Sakumaa-aa-aaa-"
He finished off the last part of his greeting with a yawn, stretching, and shaking off the cobwebs.
"A spread, huh? I only remember asking for something small."
He glanced over at the food, eyes widening slightly. It really was quite a bit.
Sakuma sighed.
"Well Komine had other plans for you, it seems. I told him exactly what you wanted, Master."
The young adult waved it off, grabbing the food.
"Eh, whatever. Honestly, I don't mind. I'm hungrier than I thought I'd be."
Tomoaki almost drooled at the sight of all that delicious goodness. The fluffy pancakes drizzled with honey, the rolled egg cut into fun sized bites, the white toast- oh so buttery and warm, and that crispy bacon piled up high. He blinked, making sure it wasn't a fantastical dream.
'It's still hard getting used to eating like a king every day. I'm not complaining though! I wanna pig out!'
Sakuma smiled warmly.
"As long as you're happy, Master, so am I."
The brunette picked up the fork, about ready to take a stab at those pancakes, when he felt a little sharp pain in his gut. Maeda clicked his tongue, leaning forward ever so slightly, and cutting a short but boisterous fart.
FfffFrrrRRttt
Tomoaki laughed a bit, finding the release a little funny. He was a guy, and an immature one at that. Toilet humor still got a rise out him. So what?!
He looked up at Sakuma who could only stare in shock, pink in the cheeks.
"M-Master!"
Tomoaki cocked a brow, taking a bite of pancake.
"What? It's just some morning thunder, you prude. Never heard a fart before?"
"W-well that's- It's just a bit...Undignified. Don't you think?"
He stuffed a piece of egg in his mouth, annoyance plastered on his face.
"You calling your master undignified?"
Sakuma's heart sank! What a blunder he'd made! Saying such a thing about his dear Master!
"N-no! Not at all! I'm terribly sorry."
He bowed, not wanting to upset him any further.
"A lowly servant such as myself has no right to comment on your..f-flatulence."
Maeda snorted.
"Damn right. You're dismissed for now, Sakuma. I'll find a suitable punishment for you later."
"Y-Yes, sir."
Sakuma looked like a kicked puppy, as he exited the room. He mentally scolded himself for his rudeness, awaiting a consequence for his actions. He went to go reflect in his own quarters for awhile.
Once the butler left, and Tomoaki was alone, he snickered to himself. Honestly, Sakuma was way too gullible for his age.
'Sure, he kinda pissed me off talking like that, but still, I just wanted to fuck with him a little. No matter how tiny the offense, I can discipline him as hard as I want~'
Half an hour passed, and the Master finished up his breakfast. He burped into his fist, stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. It was a whole lot of food, but he cleared his plate fully.
He got dressed, still wracking his brain about what to do to Sakuma. Something that he'd yet to try, something cruel, filthy...His stomach gurgled, snapping him from his thoughts. But that gave him just the inspiration he needed, and a nasty idea creeped into his brain. He smirked, excited to try out his newest scheme.
He walked out into the hallway, seeing the muscular Todou lifting a table, while Arisato cleaned under it.
Todou smiled like a big dog, eager to greet his owner.
"Good morning, Master! Lovely day, huh?"
If he had a tail, it'd be wagging. The gentle giant always seemed to have a pep in his step.
"O-oh! Morning!"
Little Arisato paused his scrubbing for a moment, giving Maeda a teeny wave. He was far more important than any speck of dust after all.
"Hey, guys, can I ask a question real quick? Sorry to bother you."
Todou's eyes bugged out, and he practically dropped the large piece of furniture on his fellow butler.
"You could never bother us, Master! Please, ask away!"
"Mhm! We'd be happy to answer."
"Thanks, guys."
He smirked, putting a finger to his chin.
"What do you guys do when you have to rip ass? Is there some way you manage it?"
"H-huh?!"
Todou stood shocked, setting down the table when Arisato was finished.
Flustered, he tried his best to answer.
"U-Uh- I guess...um- When I need to f-fart, I usually walk outside. If I can't though, I'll do it out a window.. It filters the..er..smell outside."
He scratched his neck, embarrassed, honest to a fault.
"Hm. Gotcha. Arisato?"
"I-Is this an important question, Master? It's a little embarrassing."
Tomoaki scoffed.
"If it wasn't, I wouldn't be asking. I thought you said you'd be happy to answer."
"S-sorry! My bad!"
The little thing squirmed where he sat, thinking for a moment.
"I, well, I mean- I try not to..If possible- But if I have to, I guess I usually go to my room and do it there."
His face burned crimson, and he looked up at Todou, who looked just as embarrassed as him.
"I gotcha. I gotcha."
Tomoaki made a 'hmm' noise, comically tapping his finger to his cheek. He found this quite fun.
"Interesting answers. As your master, I now forbid you from doing any of that."
"What?!", the two guffawed in unison."
"Master! T-that's!- What do you expect us to do?...If I might ask?", Todou quizzed, rubbing his arm.
"Y-yeah! What's gonna happen then?"
Tomoaki only laughed, a sadistic gleam in his eye.
"For now, you hold them in until I tell you otherwise. Make sure Ichinose and Komine know too. Got that? I need to go have a word with Mister Mizoguchi. None of your asses better be making a peep til I give you the direct order."
This was the strangest order the two had ever received, but stupidly, they complied. It wasn't like they had to, since he wouldn't be around to hear, but Tomoaki knew they'd listen. All five of them were wrapped around his finger.
"Y-Yessir! We'll tell them!"
"Mhm!"
Tomoaki walked off to speak to the oldest member of the house.
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"Ho ho ho...", Mizoguchi laughed, smiling.
"My, what a fascinating idea, young master. You have quite the mind."
The old man never batted an eye at Tomoaki's awful ideas. He was somewhat of an enabler, and would do anything he could to help.
"Heh! You really get me, Mizoguchi! I knew I could count on you to help! You think you can get that room all prepared by tonight?"
The elder nodded, eager to start.
"Why of course, Young Master. I bet I could finish it even sooner than that if I started immediately."
Maeda patted Mizoguchi's back, grinning.
"I'll let you hop to it then! You just call me when it's done."
"Of course, Young Master."
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"He wants us to do what?!", Komine shouted, absolutely dumbfounded.
"Tommy gets crazier and crazier every day. Nuttier than a barrel fulla squirrels."
"I'm positive he has his reasons. We can't doubt our Master!", Todou defended wholeheartedly.
"Well, yea, but- Our farts? Really?"
"Ichinose is...A little confused himself", the gardner spoke, blushing. Ichinose could only nervously play with the hem of his shirt.
"But..Todou's right....Master is..Master. And Master always knows what's best..."
"You're way too naive."
Komine pursed his lips.
"But I guess I'll go along with this. Not that I have much of a choice."
"We'll have to see where this goes."
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"It's perfect! Exactly how I pictured it!"
Tomoaki walked into the closet, staring at his master plan in wonderment. How did Mizoguchi get this done so fast?
"It's the highest honor to a butler knowing you're impressed, YoungΒ Master. I couldn't ask for anything more."
The old man bowed humbly.
"After you get Mister Sakuma, please meet me in my room."
"Will do!"
Tomoaki left in a hurry, eager to go get the head butler. He was finally putting his idea into motion, and couldn't wait to make a mess out of Sakuma. Nothing made him happier than seeing that perverted butler writhe in masochistic pleasure by his own hand- Well, his hand plus a few more~
He wrapped on the door, wearing a cheerful smile.
"Sa-ku-ma! Come on out, won't you?"
Sakuma opened the door, a frown on his pretty face.
"Master, I'm-"
He paused, feeling Tomoaki's hand place itself gently upon his head. He gingerly pat his hair with short strokes, making the older man perk up. He couldn't help but smile.
"O-oh."
"Chin up, Sakuma. I'm taking you somewhere nice."
He stopped the petting, motioning for Sakuma to follow him. Of course, he did right away, quick as could be. They walked the halls in silence for awhile, til Sakuma finally spoke up.
"Master, where are we going if I might inquire?"
"Somewhere to punish you of course. You didn't think I forgot, did you?"
Tomoaki made sure to keep his tone chipper, careful not to be too aggressive right away. He was usually like this, an easygoing, happy guy...but when it came to the butlers, something deep inside him seemed to take over.
"O-oh! Of course not! Whatever punishment you see fit, I'll take it in stride."
Maeda grinned cruelly.
"I didn't have a doubt about it."
One trip down a flight of stairs later, and finally, the two reached their destination: A secret cellar underneath the mansion, originally used for storing wine. It was a little cramped, but everything had been moved from it to make some extra wiggle room. There was a light inside, a few books, a bucket, and a comfortable chair to sit on.
"Here we are. Your quarters for the next few hours."
Sakuma looked a bit nervous, but nodded. It looked comfortable enough. He could survive in there for a while, no doubt.
A soccer ball sized hole had been cut in the ceiling, and Sakuma looked at it curiously.
"You'll be in here until I come get you, so stay put 'til then."
Tomoaki walked off, locking the door.
"I don't know how I do it. God, I'm good", he gloated, walking to Mizoguchi's room.
On the way, he peered into the kitchen, seeing a large pot of chili brewing over the stove. He smirked. It was just as he requested.
"Oh! Good to see ya, Tommy."
Komine nervously smiled, rubbing his belly. At his master's orders, he hadn't ripped a single toot in three hours, and it was getting hard to contain. This couldn't have been healthy.
"Er- The chili idea was really somethin'! Western food was a bold choice!"
Komine's heart sunk when Mizoguchi told him what Maeda had asked for for dinner. He had a bad feeling about the whole thing. Despite his carefree attitude, Komine picked up on things like this the easiest. He had seen the world more than any butler in the manor.
"I know, right? I was really craving it tonight, I guess~ I had it at an American diner once, and just couldn't get it out of my head. You made sure to put lots of beans, right? It's way more authentic that way, ya know!"
Komine scratched the back of his neck, a low whine escaping his bowels.
"Oh, you know it, Master."
Tomoaki fakely widened his eyes, snapping his fingers together.
"Oh yeah! Bet your stomach's reeeally killing you right about now. Good news, you can fart again. Sorry 'bout that."
He smirked, thumbing over his shoulder in the direction of the storage closet down the hall.
"But you can only do it in that bright green chair in the storage closet.. Just installed it. You really can't miss it. Make sure to tell everyone, got it?"
"Err- Yea! Sure. Whatever ya say, Master."
Tomo sauntered out, proud of himself. Komine dropped what he was doing, running to tell everyone his newest order. It was a little suspicious, but everyone would be relieved no doubt.
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Tomoaki clicked through the security camera feeds on the monitor, each one serving a separate purpose. One showed Sakuma sitting inside his room, reading a book, and a few more cameras broadcasted different angles of the so called 'Fart Hole' Tomoaki designed.
To elaborate, the 'Fart Hole' was a wooden chair with a circle cut out in the middle. It was painted lime green, with a comfy cushion for seating on top. The chair sat in the corner of the unused storage closet with a suspicious hole covered up by mesh in the center of it. This was the only place the butlers were allowed to blow off steam for the rest of the night. They wouldn't dare disobey.
His face lit up, finding the arrangement absolutely perfect. He thanked Mizoguchi a few more times, before the old man left Tomoaki to his own devices. He was happy to build anything, and do anything for his master. Mizoguchi was the perfect servant indeed.
Tomoaki perked up, drumming on the table when he saw Komine enter the room.
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"I swear it- That man's really gotta few screws loose upstairs."
He blushed, looking back and forth, before plopping his tush down on the chair. Komine was a pretty naturally gassy guy (though he hid it well). He hardly needed any dinner to get his guts rolling, and by jove, the cook was on the verge of exploding.
"Gh- I'm 'bout to blow hard as an stuck cannon."
He pursed his lips, letting a low and slow toot rumble into the hole. Another ripper followed quick on it's tail, longer in length this time.
"Aw man! This is rough!"
Komine's eyes wandered down to the troubling hole, and he solemnly shook his head. He didn't even want to know what was happening here, and frankly, he wasn't trying to think about it too hard.
A mostly silent hisser burned out, making the poor man wince. It burned like lava; he didn't even want to imagine the smell.
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Sakuma on the other hand...Didn't have to.
Upon the first initial sniff, he had figured that some of the flooring was molding, but the fumes only got stronger as time passed by. He gagged, throwing a hand over his delicate nose. He closed his book shut, looking around the small space for the source of the smell.
A minute had gone by, and the air in the closet was practically toxic. He had figured out that the hole in the ceiling was definitely where the foulness was coming from...and Tomoaki had definitely put it there. What could his master possibly have in store for him?
"Heh. Smell good in there, Sakuma?"
"H-huh?! Master?"
Sakuma turned his head every which way, trying to find his master. It was only a speaker that was broadcasting his voice though.
"This is your punishment, but also a learning opportunity."
"M-Master, I don't-"
"All the butlers in this mansion are gonna be filling your room with farts tonight~ Komine's up first, and boy, is he packed full. You're in for an awfully fun time~"
Sakuma was dumbfounded. Komine was- How in the world? Why in the world?
"B-But Master- I...I just don't understand your reasoning for all this! What am I to learn?"
Tomoaki clicked his tongue.
"Use that big brain of yours. Really think hard."
The man blinked, scratching his head. He tried to ignore the smell, but it was so heavy in the air, like a dense smog. He wracked his enormous cerebral cortex for an answer. Sakuma firmly believed that Tomoaki couldn't be wrong, that he was merely missing some sort of bigger picture. In truth, Maeda was just looking to get off here, but it filled his heart with glee knowing Sakuma would defend his actions to the very end. Honestly, whatever reason the butler thought of was what he'd go with. Tomoaki found it pretty amusing.
He tilted his head slightly.
"Is this to teach me- perhaps; that flatulence isn't something to fear? That even butlers just like me can do something so crude?"
How cute. Tomoaki couldn't help smirking.
"You aced it. Want a cookie?"
"Oh, no reward necessary, Sir-"
"Alright, you're on your own now~ Smell you later, Sakuma~"
"Wait- Master?!...Master?!"
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"Unngg- Sonova-"
Komine gripped his belly, crinkling up his uniform. Holding his farts in all day couldn't have possibly been any good for him whatsoever. He ripped another, a blast so loud and beefy that it rattled the box. He had made himself a quick egg salad sandwich for lunch that afternoon, and he was starting to regret that choice immensely.
Ppppprrrrrtttttbbbbb
"Gah! Slithering salamander, that stings!"
He kicked up his leg, resting it on the wall. He needed some leverage, because things were getting awfully intense. This caused his ass to lift a bit, letting some of the gas in the box spill out into the relatively fresh air.
"Hrk- And it stinks too!", he complained, going green in the face, and covering up his nose.
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"Aaann- Noo- Ugghh-"
Sakuma groaned and protested, wanting nothing more than to Shawshank straight out of his makeshift prison with a spoon. The stench was utterly intense- And with Sakuma's perfect pedigree, he was at a disadvantage. Years of sampling exotic teas, and tasting wines had given him the sniffer of a devine God. He could pick up notes of jasmine in his Earl Grey, and hints of saffron in his soufflΓ©...
He could also observe the fragrance of previously digested pickles and eggs that lingered in the air.
Komine's bowels weren't letting up, and Sakuma could smell every dirty detail in his functified fart cloud. This was debasing....filthy; Truly the lowest position a butler could be put in. How humiliating- To be huffing the gas of those post beneath him...
He felt a small twitch below
No. No way this could be happening. It was inconceivable. Sakuma refused to look down, refused to acknowledge it...but boy, was it there. That despicable itch, that burn... He didn't look, so it wasn't so. It couldn't be so.
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A final tumultuous toot blasted from his beguiling behind, funnelling straight into Sakuma's cell. Komine's farts were much like himself: pretty obnoxious. His gas was unrelenting, ear spilling, and made itself known to the world. He would have preferred it not to be so loud of course (or so rank), but 'twas his body. If bottled up, his gas would explode like a vinegar volcano.
"Haa...Aw man, how embarrassin'. Good thing Tommy wasn't there for that."
Komine stood up, dusting himself off. He paused, hiking up his leg to rip his final butt burp of the night.
"Whew, Back to dinner then."
He chuckled bashfully, and exited the room.
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As dinner was being served, Tomoaki served himself. A bottle of lotion half empty sat on his nightstand as he stroked away. This was almost as good as "Naughty Nurses Night Shift Nookie 3" (And that was a really good video!)
He ran a hand through his short hair, and ran the other through his short and curlys, fondling his member like no tomorrow. This was the life! He was making his own porno! A true artist- A master of the craft. He liked the ring of that one.
Sakuma was busy recovering from the onslaught, unable to get the scent from his nose. He slumped in his chair, rubbing his head. His master could be cruel, but he was certain this was necessary. This was training. His spirit would not be broken. His eyes peeked down, and to no surprise, his surprise was still there. How troubling indeed.
"Ha..What a stink- This will be quite the gruelling night."
Just as Tomoaki was ready to blow, his eyes darted to the camera. A certain blue haired tree hugger walked into view, squirming with every step. Had dinner already ended? He looked at the clock, and a whole half hour had passed. Ichinose must have been a quick eater.
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"Oohh no...That chili was...bad. Not good for Ichinose...His stomach."
The gardener placed a hand upon his belly, that gurgled beneath his fingertips. Ichinose closed the door up tight, wiggling his pants down slowly. He moved like molasses, slow like syrup. He had all the speed of a snail in a salt trap.
The man was no doubt a ditz, and his mind was always off somewhere high up in the clouds. He was innocent, and didn't have the sense to question his master. He was like that, a pure soul, heart full of trust.
His undies were the next to go, and with an air of gentleness, the gardener sat down. He glanced over at a pink begonia on the window sill, giving it a heavy hearted look.
"Ichinose is...sorry. Ngh!-"
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A small hiss, quiet as a tortoise escaped Ichinose's delicate hole. The fart wasn't particularly powerful, but it did feel awfully warm. He buried his face in his hands, taking a small whiff.
What the fart lacked in size, it made up for in sheer stench. God, it was vile. He had a naturally skunky, rotten vegetable type smell to his gas, and it could cause anyone to run for the hills. Luckily for Ichinose, he didn't fart like this too often. If his gas was normally so strong, it could have wilted his precious plants.
"Nngh. Stinky..."
He squinted his blue eyes, a soft fart puttering down below. He wiggled on the seat, trying to get himself comfy, but the pain in his belly was at an all time high. His light pink hole quivered with each release, making him gasp and sigh like a tender schoolgirl deflowered for the first time.
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Sakuma gasped and sputtered, eyes wetting with dew. He wasn't sad, but the nearly toxic winds were causing his sinuses to flare. He could make out the smell of beans from the chili, but also the ever present odor of spinach left out in the sun for a week. It was rotten to the core, straight from the depths of whoever was sitting up there. Sakuma honestly had no idea, since there was a black cloth obscuring his view. A rump was on the other end of the hole, but he hadn't a clue whom it belonged to.
"Hrk- It's so utterly!--"
He choked, another SBD raining down from above. A fetid fog, a sickening shower... Though the butler above had only been farting for about ten minutes, it had felt like an eternity for the entrapped Sakuma. He took note of the lack of sound, and surmised that was probably why they were so awful. He knew the all too embarrassing saying about silent ones...
His ears did pick up a low groan though. The voice was airy and delicate, and sounded pained. It was undoubtedly Ichinose, whom he had known longest of all the butlers. Sakuma's expression was soft, taking pity on his suffering friend even if he was in far more agony. His small, cold room was starting to feel a little...warmer (mostly because of the farts- But like..In a metaphorical sense)
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"Mmm! Haa! It- It hurts!!"
Ichinose's gentle eyes watered, as he gripped the sides of his seat. The gas was fiery hot, and burned his poor behind like white hot coal. He was going to be awfully sore after this.
"Ohhh..Ichinose is...So full- He's sorry!"
He stammered out an apology, though he didn't know to who. Perhaps it was to his poor flower friend who was currently wilting without any clean air to speak of.
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His final rip; lava incarnate, sent his head into a tizzy. The first toot of the night that actually made any real sound. It was good and damn long too. His tongue hung from his mouth after, and the poor boy began to pant. His asshole was seared like a charcoal grill.
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"I-Ichinose?! Are you in there, buddy?!"
A familiar voice...
He weakly turned his head to the door, calling out to his friend.
"Y-yes..Ichinose is..here."
"U-u-uh..Okay! Just urm- let me know when you're finished!"
The bodyguard's voice sounded strained and impatient. Ichinose hiked up his drawers a little quicker than before, opening up the door.
The lumbering lug stood squirming in place, trying his best to give a winning smile.
Todou was always so considerate of others, and contrary to his appearance, was one of the nicest people anyone could hope to know. He was good with kids, a little clumsy, and kinda dense...but his heart was ten sizes too big, and he was always there to lend a hand. The bumbling beefcake had his place as the mansion's sole protector. Guard dogs, bodyguards from a far off land, security cameras...Tomoaki insisted none of them were needed as long as Todou was around. He himself knew that he wasn't the smartest guy around, but his strength was unmatched.
"Best of luck..."
Ichinose gave a bow, disappearing off to his treasured garden.
Todou swung the door open, stumbling to the box. He yanked off his pants and undies, planting his bottom firmly on the hole. He hadn't exactly understood the whole "no farting unless you do it in the box" rule, but he knew Tomoaki had some reason for it. He just figured he wasn't bright enough to understand what it was.
"T-This is the pits! You just couldn't stop yourself from getting thirds of that chili, could you, Todou?!", he whined, his toned tummy gurgling.
He blushed as a wet, meaty fart blew from his hole. Todou daintily fanned the area in front of his schnoz with his large hands. He squeezed his thighs together, and soiled the air once again.
"Mmnng- T-this is just too much!!"
His wind had a special, wettish quality to it that was unlike most. Perhaps it was all the protein and fiber he ate to stay fit, but his gas could be downright gnarly. He was delicate, and could hardly ever handle what he put out. The smell of his own farts made Todou queasy, and he got pretty embarrassed whenever one happened to slip. He didn't really blast ass more than your average Joe, and could only recall being especially gassy on days when he was trying to bulk up. Sure, his diet was super healthy, but all the meat and veggies he ate came at the cost of giving him some truly wicked butt bombs.
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He moaned in relief, doubling over on his box. The sudden release stretched his poor button out wide. The feeling of the biohazardous fumes spilling from his body was a little more pleasurable than he'd care to admit.
"O-ohh!! Ah--Geez~ I'm glad no one was around for that", he muttered, scratching his neck.
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Sakuma didn't even have the words for just how vile this all was. He didn't get a single break between Ichinose and Todou. (He knew these farts belonged to Todou because of just how loud the footsteps were above him. You'd have to be deaf to miss those enormous floor slappers stomping around).
He'd went from bad to worse, as the air around him became more and more tainted. There was nowhere for the stink to ventilate, and Todou's gas was in a league of it's own. You could bottle the stuff and use it to kill roaches.
The head butler was disgusted, and yet...so incredibly stiff. His breaths became shallow, and his face turned a sickly green. The more nauseous Sakuma felt, the more his nipples began to harden. What an incredibly odd butler he was. As each minute passed, the longing for his master only grew.
"It burns...Ngh-"
Erect, dizzy, shamed, and lonely; Sakuma felt his eyes roll back into his head. For the next couple minutes, he'd be knocked out cold.
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Things continued on for awhile, Todou would blast his nasty gas unwittingly onto the captive below him, and fill up the cellar with noisome fumes.
He had one last big stinker to go, and it just wouldn't budge. He clenched his teeth, and balled up his fists, finally acquiring the strength to push out the behemoth of a fart. It was drawn out, and went on for about ten seconds.
"G-Gaah!!"
He took a minute to catch his breath, and putting his trousers back on. He gave a curious whiff, recoiling from the smell. The odor was similar to a pack of ground beef that got tossed out in a dark, dank alley...and covered in mystery fungus.
"That's awful! Geez..I really need to watch what I eat."
He stood up, fanning his behind, totally flustered.
"Oh, I'm glad master wasn't there for that..I'd be ten times more embarrassed."
Todou quickly exited the room, making sure to swing the door a few times to aerate the room. He'd feel bad leaving the place a total stink bomb.
And not five minutes later, a shrill cry could be heard from down the hall, accompanied by frantic footsteps.
"Uuuwaaaaa!! Noooo!!"
Tomoaki knew who that was, plugging his ears while he watched the screen. What a grating voice...
"I-I can't! Master's gonna get mad at meeee!"
The cleaner barrelled into the room full force, red in the cheeks, and holding his ass with both hands. He stumbled on the door, nearly tripping; a little "ouchie!", spilling from his lips. HeΒ proceeded to clumsily sit on the chair, breathing a big sigh of relief.
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"Haa~ That was a close one!"
Arisato wiped his forehead, a few droplets of sweat flicking off the shiny surface.
He was relatively new to being a butler, but the eighteen year old was always trying his best. He was a total klutz, a chatterbox, and a general pest..but his uppers found him endearing. Sakuma scolded him often, but he always tried to never be too harsh. It wasn't as if he was faking his clumsiness to get attention or anything, so the head butler tried to go easy on the little squirt. His big eyes and adorability had gotten him far in life. Arisato was like... a little brother- or clingy puppy in a way.
A low gurgle escaped his bloated stomach, making him gasp loudly.
"Oh nooo..That's not good."
He slid his pants down to reveal his plump, pale cheeks. A rather large fart bubbled out, leaving him a sputtering mess. Despite his size, his gas was pretty booming. His signature scent wasn't as nostril burning as the others, but when Arisato cracked one off, it was hard to miss it. A couple more raunchy rippers rumbled out rapidly. On their own, the smell wasn't much, but combined, it filled the room below with a musty, fishy aroma. It was like a clamorous thunderstorm on a smelly tuna boat.
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"U-Uggh! Oh gosh- That's so gross! Oh, I don't even deserve to live!!"
The blondie dramatically protested and whined, cutting a couple more loose as he did. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and his tongue hung out. About five minutes passed, and finally his swollen gut began to flatten. He was now, undoubtedly out of gas.
"Waaa..So embarrassing."
Quickly, Arisato buckled back up, and scurried away, red as a beet with a sunburn.
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Tomoaki opened up the door of the tiny room, allowing some light from the hallway to shine in. Sakuma looked debased, dishevelled, and worn out. Of course, that wasn't all Tomoaki noticed. Sakuma also happened to be panting erotically, and stiff as a rock to boot. His dick stood fully erect in a tent, rubbing up against the fabric of his suit pants. He didn't lay a finger on it though. Nearly two hours of being full mast, and yet...he didn't touch his throbbing erection even once. A small wet spot stained the navy fabric. The once neat and tidy man looked so utterly pitiful.
Sakuma perked up, eagerly looking to the side. His eyes filled with an immense happiness seeing his master. He didn't have to be told, crawling over to Tomoaki and kneeling at his feet. Maeda, his divine, wonderful master had come to see him after his punishment. He was too exhausted to stand up fully, but just seeing Tomoaki's face made his heart swell with joy. His eyes looked up, begging silently for praise.
"Heh...Just look at you. Four hours of huffing farts, and you can still move. You're pretty damn resilient", he said, giving the older man a pat on the head. His little grin was like pure sugar to Sakuma, who responded aptly.
"Y-yes? You think so?", he tiredly asked, trying to wake himself up.
"Sorry, Master. I'm tickled pink to see you...but I feel quite tuckered at the moment."
He flashed an apologetic smile, not harboring any anger at Tomoaki whatsoever. He felt his punishment had merit and that he'd learned something, of course, but he was also extraordinarily gratified.
Maeda chuckled.
"Damn, you really know how to push my buttons, Sakuma. You know, I busted my load five times while I watched you squirm."
Sakuma burned bright red.
"Aa!- W-well that's quite the compliment."
"But fuck...I was getting kinda impatient. I wanna defile you with my own hands. Strip for me."
"But of course, Master", he said with a timid smile.
Sakuma tinged red, but he was already used to this. He complied, removing all the clothes off his body. He was smooth, devoid of hair, and oh so ghostly pale. His nipples were a beautiful shade of pink, and his cock was good sized upright... No one knew this besides Tomoaki, but Sakuma was much more of a masochist then he let on. A perverted butler who got off to pain and humiliation at the hands of his master. The perfect, and most adorable plaything.
"What...are your orders, Master?", Sakuma asked, already panting softly. His hands lay neat at his sides, and he looked forward at Tomoaki with servile, submissive eyes.
"Just obey my every command~"
Out of his back pocket, Tomoaki pulled out a shiny white device, only moderately big.
He pressed a button from a remote in his pocket, making the long, smooth thing vibrate in his hands.
"Not to sound thick, Master, but.. what is that strange device?"
He was being genuine. The thirty year old was so sheltered, he didn't even know what sex toys were. Tomoaki almost laughed out loud.
"This goes inside you, Sakuma. It's a vibrator."
"A vibrator..."
He gulped, staring at the phallic object. Compared to his Master's, that thing was puny, but still, he was nervous. Sakuma still wasn't used to these things yet.
"Show me everything."
Sakuma complied willingly, lifting his tight, supple ass upwards with an air of sluttiness.
"Is-Is this alright, Master?", he softly cooed, practically begging for praise.
Tomoaki exhaled through his nose.
"Yeah. You look really fucking sexy right now."
He ran his hand along the arch of the butler's back, making him shiver under his fingers.
"T-Thank you."
He smiled, honored to hear such a thing from the man he served.
Tomoaki usually wasn't one for preparation, but he cut his losses, knowing he'd have a bloody mess to clean up if he didn't at least put a finger in first.
So he shoved his digit inside the waiting Sakuma, then two more, not caring about gentleness or anything like that. He wasn't the compassionate type, but the one being penetrated didn't mind.
"A-aah! Master! Nnggh!"
He yelped, then moaned, as Tomoaki diddled around inside him. His ass throbbed and pulsed around Maeda's fingers, making him bury his face in the floor. His erection was even more painful now that Tomoaki was teasing him so!
"S-Stop- Nn- Aaghh!"
"Sure~"
The sadist finally pulled out, a sticky trail dripping from his fingers.
Sakuma's hole looked nice plump, ready for something a bit thicker.
The man breathed heavily, absentmindedly swaying his rear end back and forth. So provocative. He really knew how to get his Master going.
"Haa..Haa..Master, I didn't.. Why- mm...Why did you stop?"
"Because sticking my fingers up a dude is fucking gross", he spat, wiping his ruined hand on his corduroys.
Sakuma looked up, dejected.
"I'm sorry for being born a man--"
"Nah, don't worry about it. You're plenty good enough."
He trailed a hand on his ass, giving it a good smack. He contradicted himself way too often, but that was Tomoaki for you. He was a confusing, childish, contrary man.
Sakuma yelped, making him grin.
"No women I know make filthy noises like you do, Sakuma."
"M-my goodness..."
Tomoaki cracked his knuckles, grabbing the vibe. He was ready to stick that sucker in, and he did it without missing a single beat.
"Aaaahgh!! Hngg!!"
Sakuma mindlessly mewled from the sensation of something so large forcing it's way into his small hole. The prepping helped, but still, he was only a butler, a virgin until Tomoaki came along. He gripped his tummy with one hand, worried he'd be able to feel it. It vibrated his insides, shaking his senses.
"M-Masterrr! I can't-!"
"Tch. Can't what? You better not push it out. I went through so much trouble to prepare you. Mine's bigger anyway."
"M-mm. Y-Yes. Much bigger, master. I-it's..warm...and fills me. T-this is hard and- and cold. Nothing like you."
Tomoaki smiled wickedly, slapping his tender ass again.
"You really know what to say to a guy, Sakuma."
He flicked off the device, giving the head butler a wee break from the intense waves of pleasure he was experiencing all at once.
In an instant, Tomoaki winced, feeling that twinge in his tummy once more. He'd been holding back since that morning from cutting the cheese, and it was starting to hurt like hell. What a fucking pain.
He quietly cursed, pulling Sakuma back up into a kneeling position.
"Since I made you feel so good just now, I deserve a reward. If your Master's in pain, you'll do anything to help him, right?"
"O-of course! The idea of you suffering breaks my heart, Master! Just say the word, and I'll do anything."
He ignored the throbbing pain in his hole, his fatigue; coming to his lords' aid with much haste. He was a perfect butler in this regard, more worried about his master than his own wellbeing.
"Glad to hear it."
Sakuma's loyalty made Tomoaki's heart feel full. He was at the top, the most important person to his the servile man. It inflated his already massive ego. He grinned, and pushed the naked man up against the wall with his bright pink sneaker.
"Guh!-"
"Stay right there, wouldja? Don't move a muscle. I need to you to take this for me. It's your punishment."
Tomoaki whipped around, shoving his jean clad ass in the butler's face.
Sakuma went tomato red, eyes widening.
"Mff?!"
"Ah, shit- Fuck, that hurts."
He bit his lip, ripping a gnarly fart in Sakuma's face. A little sigh of relief escaped his lips, grinding himself up and down.
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"U-unngg!? Haaa?! Mmff!", Sakuma cried out, eyes watering from the smell. His nose was pressed right against Maeda's pants, and the stink had nowhere to go except his nasal cavity. He felt dizzy; the putrid, eggish odor flowing up his nostrils, making his lungs scream in absolute agony. This was brand new from what he had experienced before. He had smelled plenty of farts that night, but none had been ripped right in his face. That honor was reserved for his master.
Again, a low raspy fart bubbled out of him, and gas made a devilish popping sound against his nose. The scent hung around him in a miasma thick as butter, cleaning to Tomo's pants. The fart was fiery hot in every sense of the word. It burned coming out, and it burned going into Sakuma's sensitive sniffer.
"N-no! Nng-"
Another toot came fast and steady. Without thinking, Sakuma's head bucked to the side, turning away from the sheer force of the rip.
"You put your head right back where it was, Sakuma. That's an order", Tomoaki threatened lowly.
"Mm- I'm t-truly sorry master- Hrk! It's just!-"
"Gross? Is that it??", Tomoaki hissed.
"N-No!! That's not!-"
"If you wanna quit, just say the word, Sakuma!!"
He didn't like defiance one bit, and if Sakuma thought, he, his godly master was gross, then Tomoaki had the right mind to choke him to death. What was the point of a butler who didn't appreciate and love everything his master gave him? That would be a useless butler, total garbage unfit to serve anyone....
His face darkened, and he whipped around. His mind was already set in stone stubbornly. Sakuma found him repulsive...He felt his hands ball, mindlessly raising them to bring his wrath down on the poor butler.
Sakuma's eyes widened, and he was snapped from his trance. Tomoaki's farts were powerful enough to totally paralyze him. He held up his hands, and squeezed his peepers shut.
"I-I just really!- Love them too much!!"
His words were clear as he shouted, louder than he had ever been before.Β This was the most outspoken the meek man had ever been. He didn't falter. His voice was full of truth, without an ounce of uncertainty. Sakuma was a bad liar, and this..It was certainly no lie.
Tomoaki lowered his fists ever so slowly.
"Haah??"
"I said...I-I love them. Master, I-I could never find you gross. I apologize for coming across that way. Anything you give to me, I was born to love it, to cherish it."
Sakuma buried his flustered face in the palms of his hands. He tried to convey his feelings properly, even if he was rambling a tad.
"They are certainly intense, but as your head butler, they're nothing I can't handle. I simply--hurt so much...down there.."
Relief washed over Tomoaki, and he let out a laugh. Yeah. That's right. He was being silly. Sakuma was a devout servant who could never think badly of him. It wasn't like he was self conscious or anything like that...Probably..but the lord of the estate needed to be reminded of Sakuma's loyalty every so often, or else something deep down would start to eat at him.
He smirked, using his shoe to massage the bulge.
"You love my farts that much, huh? Alright. You're gonna cum from them."
Maeda pushed Sakuma's surprised face up against the wall with his rear end. Yet again, a ripe fart rumbled out, filling the surrounding area up with his musky scent. Sakuma cried out in pure ecstasy, rubbing his nose up and down the crack of his ass. He looked filthy, like a dirty dog in heat. He'd been conditioned that night, and was now craving that sweet, sweet release more than he ever had before.
This was a new kind of torment, a disgusting torture thought up by the most depraved mind around.
Another burst of stink travelled up Sakuma's nostrils, as Tomoaki unzipped and whipped out his pecker once again. The man recognized the noise, even with his eyes obscured by ass. He wanted to taste it on his tongue, to smell the manly pheromones that wafted off it...But he was more than satisfied with the back end tonight.
Tomoaki fapped, and let out one more, triumphant, glorious fart. It was loud and proud, long and strong, and had an earthy, moldy cheese scent. The butler relished in it, letting the fumes go to his head.
They both came in lovely strands of ivory, making beautiful music together. The sounds of choral moans, cascading fluids, and a booming tuba toot was definitely an odd tune, but for the pair, it was welcome.
Sakuma collapsed in bliss, mumbling one last thank you to his gracious master.
Tomoaki bit his lip, turned around, and pumped his schlong once more. One last spurt of baby gravy splattered across the glasses of his unconscious servant.
"Heh...Well that was a lot of fucking fun."
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Sakuma sat at the dinner table with his fellow butlers, eating a graceful meal of short rib and risotto.
"Give me your thoughts on the sauce guys. I worked up a real sweat makin' it, and I'm planning to serve it for Tom- Er..Master tomorrow!", Komine corrected himself, beaming.
The head butler gave the hick a sideye, dabbing a napkin on his soft supple lips.
"It's passable- But this meat is far too raw for our Master. You may like it cooked this way, but you must take his tastes into account when you prepare him food."
"Heh. Ya got me there, Sakuma. You think about all that stuff way more than me."
"Sakuma knows Master better than any of us! He's so cool!", Todou complimented with childish wonderment, eyes sparkling.
"M-Me?!--I hardly deserve such praise!"
Sakuma cleared his throat, feeling pretty happy from the comment.
"Oh Komine, this rice is so so so good!"
Arisato shoved a spoonful down his gullet, moaning happily as he tasted it. Their Kansai chef really had a knack for preparing food.
"Oh yeah?? Ya think so?"
Chatter continued at the dinner table for awhile as the staff all shared their meal. They didn't eat together all the time, but when they did, it was awfully special.
Sakuma paused, blushing when he smelled something familiar among the scents of their meal.
"My stars! Ichinose! Don't you know how rude it is to break wind at the table?"
The quiet man flinched, lowering his head a tad.
"Ichinose is...sorry, Sakuma...He couldn't hold it in."
He coyly pointed to himself.
"But...how did you know..it was me?"
Sakuma pulled at his shirt collar.
"Uh...lucky guess."
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-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --
Oh lord here we go- Ok, first off, y'all get a small paragraph beforehand, please forgive me. :'D I've... never posted smut THIS PUBLICLY before. This is admittedly incredibly nerve-wracking and I'm hella nervous because I feel like I write... 'conservatively'? You'll see what I mean. So... Please go easy on me for this one...? I'm great for sweet stuff and angst, but smut is a whole other beast despite NSFW being one of my favorite art forms when drawing. I mean, I've already made a few *spicy* art pieces for them, but just... Writing is difficult. I mean, I really hope you guys like it anyway!! But fair warning. THIS is new for me. QuQ I do have a few more smut pieces in the works, but this was the first one written.
So uh... on to the story, I guess...!
**Small reminder that I have a small 'Masterlist' for these!**
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*Warning?: Hella smut, lots of biting, choking and kisses, some blood from said biting, just rough sex in general? Normal, to rough, to fluff. not entirely sure what else to add?? :'D It's all consensual, no worries.
Summary: With some high tensions, a smart mouth, and some unfortunate forgetfulness, Emelia gets herself into a bit of... 'trouble' with the notorious Metal Man. But maybe this time she bit off a bit more than she could chew... Not that she really ends up minding.
A pair of footsteps echoed through the underground tunnels of the factory, almost mimicking the constant sounds of pickaxes being dug into the stone. The walking man looked around every once in a while, seemingly proud of whatever progress had been made.
"All is going well. Good, good." He said proudly, puffing on the cigar he held between his fingers. The woman next to him rolled her eye. The small lights of the tunnels glinted in the glasses he wore as he turned his head to glance at her. "Is there a problem?" He chuckled.
"If by 'well' you mean 'excruciatingly slow by dimwitted slaves', then yes."
"Would you like to join them then, Emmy?"
"Bloody hell, no. I'm still sore from lugging those damned carts around..." Emelia mumbled, reaching to rub behind her neck. The man next to her chuckled again, handing over his cigar. He stepped forward slightly as she took it, holding out his free arm.
"And yet you're still walking!" He chimed, looking back at her as she puffed on the cigar, herself. "We'll change that soon enough."
"I'm not working myself to death, Heisenberg." She huffed, picking up speed and shoving the cigar back into his face. "While factory productions are important to me too, perhaps learn the definition of a 'break', and not as in 'break my back'."
Karl took the cigar with amusement as she walked forward ahead, clearly heading back to the main building.
"First you tell me to work harder, then you say not at all." He mused, following closely. "Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I can do what I want?"
"And yet, what you want is what affects YOUR factory in the long run... Timing, Karl."
"You act as if you know more about MY factory than I do."
"And what do you know?"
"Everything."
"Good, then you know I'm heading upstairs to rest for a moment."
"I assumed so."
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The two wandered along the corridors to a hall with stairs leading to a metal door, sharing the cigar before she went forward and kicked the door open, snorting as she heard an irritated grunt behind her.
"If you break that, you're fixing it." He muttered, setting his hammer down to the side as he took the cigar from her. She snorted, tossing her own weapon to the side, watching it land on a pile of fabrics used for either covering machinery or covering herself when she slept, whichever happened to come first.
"You say that as if it would be difficult." She retorted, taking her hair out of the tie it was in and running her hand through it before stretching slightly as he walked past her to sit in a chair next to a desk in the room they were in. It was similar to a bedroom, but not quite. 'More like an office with a small bed' , she always said, occasionally taking residence on said 'bed' when she was tired. She felt Heisenbergs eyes on her as her muscles stretched and popped, and she let out a satisfied groan.
"It wouldn't be, but you'll have to make a new one from scratch." He said, arching a brow as he leaned back in the chair. She rolled her eye, moving to stretch her arms in front of her.
"Again, not hard." She shrugged, finally moving towards the desk he was next to. "Making a door takes less brains than you already have."
"Are you calling me an idiot?"
"I'm not calling you a genius."
She almost laughed as she saw him pause before taking a long drag on the cigar.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear you say that." He sighed. She shrugged, leaning over the table and looking over the papers that had been laying on it.
"It's a joke, Heisenberg. I'll admit you're more intelligent than you let on." She said, moving the papers and other objects slightly while looking at them. She then paused as she held them, her eye going over the plans, x-rays, and sketches. "Did you leave out the other Soldat plans?"
"They're in with the cadou notes. I thought you would have seen them." He said simply, reaching for a manila folder on the corner of the table. He put the cigar in his mouth as he opened it and flipped through with a huff. "The new ones haven't been functioning properly, damn things... I'm thinking of rewiring the circuits to the brain.".
"Wouldn't that cause more damage than good?"
"Not if it's done properly." He chewed on the cigar for a moment before flipping over one of the papers. "The worst that could happen is the head exploding from the current. In that case-"
"Lycan food?" She suggested. He nodded in agreement.
"Lycan food. They're mostly useless to me otherwise..."
"As are most things..." she muttered, earning a glance. She looked back at him. "What? Am I wrong?"
"Not necessarily. Others do still have use."
"How?" She asked, turning to face him. "No head means no use."
He shrugged, tossing the folder back onto the table before leaning back in the chair.
"Replace certain muscle tissue and bones with pneumatic or hydraulic systems, whichever proves to be less of a pain in the ass that day, hot wire circuits to the remaining muscle structures, add an engine system into the chest with a strong battery..." he tilted his head slightly, almost as if he were picturing the plans in his head, thinking of more details as he went along. "They would quite literally be mindless, but a few shocks and currents would make them go just fine."
"Sounds a bit like you..." Emelia snorted, turning back to the table to organize the papers as he glared at her. "Shall I pick a few poor sods from the village to test this?"
"Or I could just use you..." he muttered.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Keep making your ass-backwards comments and see what happens." He shot back, finally pushing himself up to stand. "Yes, I'd like you to do that. Fresh bodies work best for the experiments. I'll send out the Lycans as well, given they don't tear them apart."
"That wouldn't matter anyway, Karl. You'll just stitch them back up like you always do."
"I could, couldn't I?" He started, taking a step closer to stand next to her with a sinister smile. "Or I could make YOU do it. You seem to have fun with tearing things apart and putting them back together-"
"I'm NOT sewing your bloody creations together." She interrupted. "I'll kill them and I'll tear them to shreds, or I'll assist with the inner workings of the mechanics. I don't sew."
"You'll learn."
"Like hell I will."
"I'll make you."
"Bullocks."
"Keep talking, Emelia." He dared, his voice lowering in a threatening manor. "I'm not in the mood."
"You were before we got here." She challenged. She only held her breath as he suddenly snuffed out the cigar on the table itself while his eyes seemed to stare directly through her.
"That's what happens when you keep insulting me, Emmy. I start to get angry. You know that."
She felt a chill down her spine at his voice. It was different from any other time she had aggravated him... It was as if she were in actual danger. His face was only inches away from hers, and he smirked once he noticed her hesitation.
"Scared, Emelia?"
She kept her eye on him, watching his movements carefully. No, No she wasn't in danger... Maybe.
"No." She replied, lifting her chin slightly as he arched a brow.
"Oh?"
"What is it you say to me...? I'm 'in a mood'...? Because I believe you're currently in one, yourself." She asked, finally moving forward and brushing past him in a nonchalant manor despite being somewhat stiff in her movements. "Drink some coffee and throw a few things around with that power of yours, you'll be fine."
She felt his eyes on her as she neared a cushioned chair against the wall.
"I'll throw YOU around..." He growled, taking amusement in her body slowing down as he spoke. He walked towards her as she turned to face him. "See how that pretty mouth works after your head goes through a wall."
"You forget I've stopped your hammer with my arm." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest before smirking. "You smashing my head through a wall would be as effective as Sturm trying to hold something with his nubs."
"You don't seem to understand what I can do to you, Emelia."
"And you don't seem to understand the amount of fucks I don't give, Karl."
His arm twitched slightly, and she glanced over as metal pieces on the floor began to shake just slightly. She just hoped he wouldn't direct his power towards her...
"If you would like to play, I'll GLADLY entertain you."
She suddenly got in his face, a mischievous, antagonistic spark in the gold of her eye.
"Entertain me HOW? Throw me to the Lycans? The Varcolacs? Hell, let Urias get ahold of me, see what happens."
He bared his teeth in a snarl, though the corners of his mouth stayed in a malicious grin.
"I'll turn YOU into a goddamn Soldat, you'll be so full of metal you won't be able to FUNCTION without me-"
"I'm more afraid of your SISTER than I am you!"
Her smirk widened as she saw a sudden spark of anger in his face, his smile faltering.
"Don't you dare attempt to bring that bitch into this, I'll put my hammer straight into your skull-"
"TRY ME, THEN-" She started, only to give a yelping gasp in surprise as Heisenberg slammed her against the wall by her throat.
"Shut your damn hole!!!-" He snarled. His grip was tight, but he seemed to stop once he glanced at her open mouth. All of a sudden the air around them changed, and she stared at him with confusion in her one golden eye. "Oh, Emmy, you didn't tell me!" He said with a sudden cheerful tone, moving his hand from her throat to her jaw. He switched so quickly...
"Wh-" she began, only to stop as her jaw was yanked open. She was confused until she saw the reflection of her tongue piercing in his glasses.
Shit.
"Well well, I guess you've got some metal in you after all. I won't have to try as hard..." He chuckled, tilting his head as she stared at her own reflection. "What else are you hiding from me, Emmy?"
Her eye was wide in simultaneous fear and curiosity. She knew she couldn't have hidden the piercings forever, but certainly longer than this. She usually at least took the one out of her mouth when around him given how often they talked for this reason... But even then, he had never noticed it before. Why now?! She kicked herself for forgetting. She wanted to shove him away... Shove him and run. Would he chase her? He was most definitely trying to scare her, she knew that much... But she also wanted to know how far he would actually go if she did nothing. Would he rip them out if he found the others? Use them as control like he mentioned? Or would he leave her alone? Something told her the latter was out of the question as he showed growing interest in her silence.
"N-.... Nothing..." she managed, nudging her jaw out of his grip. "I just-"
"You're a liar, Emelia." He said, his grin growing wider. She gave a huff and shook her head.
"I am not, you ridiculous-"
She was stopped with a startled gasp as a gloved thumb was shoved between her jaws, nearly propping her mouth open.
"Now now, this'll go far easier if you do it my way. Now open up."
He lifted his other hand to his face, taking a finger of the glove between his teeth and sliding it off. The glove fell to the ground between them, and she watched as he reached for her face with his bare hand. She flinched slightly as his fingers pressed against her lower jaw, though admittedly relaxed as his thumb drifted over her bottom lip. The skin was expectantly rough, she found, calloused and covered in smaller scars. She closed her eye as it drifted over her sharp lower teeth before thrusting over her tongue, pushing it back and causing a small gaging reflex. It tasted... metallic... Metallic with hints of other things. Not quite metal, not quite blood... Maybe residual oil? Maybe a hint of the cigars. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but the mixture wasn't bad... She really didn't mind much. She could almost feel the interested look on his face as she relaxed, though she attempted to hide it. Oh god, was she enjoying this...? She only flinched as he pressed his thumb against the muscle, pushing it out of her mouth somewhat to see the piercing fully.
"Let's see how much you're hiding from me, shall we?" He grinned.
There was a moment of confused silence before she felt his thumb press against the metal rod, her eye snapping open with a gasping yelp as what felt like electric sparks and currents traveled through that piercing, as well as the others.
All the others.
The sparks lasted only a second, but a second was all that was needed as her back arched slightly away from the wall. Heisenberg took a step back in surprise as Emelia suddenly collapsed to her knees, shaking and panting ever so slightly out of shock and... something else. She doubled over with a wide eye, an arm covering her chest and the other pressed against her abdomen and ever tightening thighs. What the hell WAS that...?! What the fuck did he do?!
"W-.... Wh-...." she tried, trying to voice her thoughts. But alas, despite the tingling feeling up her spine disappearing, she couldn't. She couldn't even move as she heard movement directly in front of her, the shock of the feeling only allowing her to look up as he grabbed her chin and lifted her face to meet his. She watched as he kneeled, only to look up and see the most smug grin she had ever seen.
"Liar liar, Emmy... You know how I hate liars." He chimed, adding to the smug aura he held. It pissed her off, but she couldn't do much about it now... She then grew nervous as he tilted his head, taking in her reaction fully as she stared at him with an ever-deepening red blush on her cheeks. "If I was more foolish, I'd say you enjoyed that."
"I-I... D-did NOT...!!" She snapped, stopping with a small squeak as he shoved his thumb back into her mouth to silence her.
He was met with another squealing whine as he pressed against the piercing once more, gleefully sending more currents through the metal pieces in her body. Emelia reached up to shakily grab his arm as the piercing was left alone once more, though the residual shock still remained. She wanted to say something... Say ANYTHING... but the feeling in her face, chest and thighs was so odd and... and good... It kept her silent, and Heisenberg took interest.
"Lycan got your tongue?" He joked, chuckling as she let out a growl. He found it amusing, of course. She only frowned as he tilted his head with the ever present smirk, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the room. "You know, Emmy..." he started, yanking her forward by the jaw slightly as she kept her hold on his arm. "I can't help but wonder how it tastes."
She felt another shiver down her spine at the sickeningly curious tone in his voice. Taste... Taste?? She stared at him as he removed his thumb from her mouth, though nearly started to form words immediately in stupid curiosity. The answer came to her quickly, however, in the form of a hand around her neck, a mouth to hers, and being shoved against the wall once more. She made an almost strangled noise as her back hit the concrete, her mind attempting to play catch-up as she felt something being shoved into her mouth. More sparks traveled along the piercings as his tongue slid over hers, and she let out a whining growl in response.
The taste of metal and the slightest bit of sweetness filled her mouth, along with the taste of the cigar they had shared only minutes prior. But... Why did it taste so good? Why wasn't she fighting him? She found herself frozen for a few moments as the realization set in that she... truly enjoyed this. He couldn't have known, could he? There was no WAY he could have known... Oh god, what was wrong with her? She generally wanted to strangle the man, but now...
She allowed the frustration from earlier to bubble in her chest, giving her control of her limbs for a few moments. Heisenberg began to back off, thoroughly satisfied in her reactions and his 'taste test' before she suddenly grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him back against her, giving a quiet grunt as her back was forced against the wall again with his weight. He was brought to his knees at the force of the tug, and it was her turn to feel satisfaction as a startled grunt left this throat.
Emelia returned the forceful kiss with all her strength, her back arching somewhat with the now consistent current from the piercings. Her legs shook slightly as she felt a warm feeling in her thighs from the current, unintentionally letting out quiet whimpers and heavy breaths into the kiss. His hand stayed pressed to her throat before he moved it to the side of her neck and shoved her head upwards with his thumb. He tore himself away to attack her neck immediately, licking along the skin before closing his jaws around it. She gasped as he moved along her neck, leaving bloody bites and bruises while using his free hand to nearly rip at her shirt. The fabric was pulled it from its tucked position, his grip tearing a few holes in the worn fabric as he held it taught away from her skin. She couldn't help it as her heavy breaths turned into pants, and she gripped his arm tighter as she felt the fabric continue to tear from a mixture of his grip and her squirming from the feeling between her legs. She shuddered as he finally pulled away from her now very bruised neck, his lips hovering right against her ear.
"Let me taste all of them, then." He growled, returning his hand to around her neck and squeezing along the bottom of her jaw.
Her squirming paused in his grip. 'Please, oh PLEASE-' she thought, secretly wishing to rip the shirt off, herself. But he couldn't know that... If he did, she knew he'd taunt her mercilessly. Not that he wasn't doing the same now... Instead she shook her head just slightly, trying to even out her breathing.
"W-Wait-" she started quietly, only to gasp once more as he finally tore the front of the shirt clean off from the seams. He tossed the fabric to the side as her back arched to meet the new air her front was exposed to, the newly revealed silver nipple piercings glinting as her body moved.
"Too late." He chuckled deeply, grabbing her by the side and bringing her chest forward as if he were claiming a prize.
He leaned down slightly, his arm wrapping around her as his mouth returned to her skin. He kissed and nipped to her shoulders and collarbone until his lips met the tip of the large scar that rested between her breasts. She swore she could almost see something flicker in his shade-covered eyes as he seemed to study it before nipping at it carefully. The nips were... oddly careful. It was as if he knew what it was... She managed to compose herself enough to speak, one of her hands moving to nudge his shoulder. She couldn't help but give a nervous gulp as he looked up at her, his eyes burning as if her touch had fueled the fire.
"N-... N-Not... um..." she tried, her voice oddly timid. She knew what was happening, though the idea made her nervous... "N-Not... here..."
"Hm?" He tilted his head slightly, loosening his grip on her neck. He then followed her gaze to the small 'bed' in the corner of the room- though it was more like a single mattress over a solid 'frame' with random odd pillows along the wall and multiple covers lumped on top. It was how she liked it.
"Th-There... uh..." she looked away for a moment, heavily aware her burning cheeks. "P-... P-Please..."
She could nearly feel his smile against her skin as he chuckled, though he didn't reply. It was then that she was suddenly picked up with a surprised yelp and tossed over his shoulder, her knees pressing against his sides to balance herself. She managed to hold on long enough before he walked to the 'bed', landing roughly onto it as she was tossed. She nearly scrambled to sit up until she looked up at him, watching him quickly close the space between them, removing his thick jacket and single remaining glove.
"Stay still, Emmy. The show is just getting started." He taunted, unbuttoning the long sleeve shirt he wore before kneeling onto the cushion and looming over her. She couldn't help as her vision traveled down what she could see of his chest, seeing similar scars along his skin.
She opened her mouth to speak, giving a quiet yelp as she was shoved into the sheets by her neck, her legs now situated around his waist. Her back arched as he leaned over, biting at her shoulder and collarbone once more before around one breast and onto the other. She gave a whining gasp as he reached the peak, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin and the small bar of metal pierced through it, his teeth grazing the it ever so slightly. He used his other hand to trail along the scar on her chest and down to her pierced belly, his rough fingers caressing the skin until they pushed underneath the tied overalls. Her legs twitched as his fingers reached the piercing between them, feeling as it was surrounded by a moist warmth. He smirked.
"I knew it." He said, rubbing against the piercing and bundle of nerves with another jolt of electricity before removing his hand. She couldn't help the whine that left her throat as her hips bucked lightly from the feeling, and he chuckled. "Easy..." he muttered, returning the palm of his hand to her stomach and shoving her down.
He dug his fingers into the skin around the belly piercing as she glanced down, and she made another strangled noise as he sent another wide current through her piercings. Her back arched as he pressed harder to keep her down, though she was startled as he suddenly crushed his mouth against hers once more. The small currents pulsed in a slow rhythm as she returned the kiss, her legs shaking and tightening against his hips. She let out a soft cry against his lips as the pulses increased, her grip on his arm tightening and even pulling him closer as the waves of a small orgasm rushed through her in spasms. The feeling was strengthened with the addition of... something pressed to her thighs underneath their clothing. But the waves... The small spasms that affected the muscles of her back and legs... While it hadn't been something she had felt even when human, and while she knew what it was, all she knew was that it felt good. REALLY good...
She could have sworn up and down she hated the man at any point before this, but as he broke the kiss and pulled away to look at her, she couldn't help but feel... want? Desire? Whatever it was, she knew she didn't want it to stop at the moment, and that's all that mattered to her. She still didn't want to give in so easily... But god damn was this feeling hard to fight off.
"D-... D-Damn you..." she nearly whispered, her voice wavering slightly. She was met with an amused chuckle as he removed his glasses and lightly sent them to the table they had been at before.
"Just what I like to hear..." He taunted, removing his hand from her throat. "Tell me, Emmy... Do you want more? Feel free to say nothing if you do."
She stared at him as he gave another sly grin, opening her mouth as if to protest... But she couldn't. Instead, she remained silent, though gave an irritated, embarrassed huff as she glanced off to the side. Her lip curled into a silent snarl as he gave another chuckle.
"I thought as much." He replied, leaning up. His fingers were dragged along her skin as he moved, trailing along other scars that littered her skin.
She glanced down to follow his hands, watching as they trailed over her hips and around to her front where the knot in the tied mechanic suit she wore. With one quick movement it was untied and loosened, and she jumped as everything was suddenly pulled away and off of her hips, sliding down her thighs. She froze at the new rush of cool air surrounding the warmth between her thighs, and suddenly the entirety of the clothing was removed as he seamlessly pulled it away from her legs. Now she was completely bare in front of him... Exposed.
The desire to cover herself was overwhelming as she met his eyes, seeing the smugness and sense of possession he gave as he took in every visible inch of her skin. Her arms and legs twitched in an attempt to cover any vulnerable areas, but she suddenly found her arms pinned next to her head and his hips against the backs of her thighs to keep them open.
"Don't you dare." He grumbled, a smirk still on his face as he glanced down slightly before looking back up at her face. "I haven't tasted everything yet."
"Wh-..." she tried, her legs twitching again.
She was met with another kiss as he leaned down, though it didn't last long. She let out quiet pants as his lips and teeth moved along her jaw to her neck, leaving more bites and bruises among the ones that already stained the skin. Her arms twitched as he reached her breasts again, hit tongue repeating the same actions as before on both piercings before finally returning to the large scar running down her sternum. He planted light kisses and nips along it, earning her confusion as he continuously moved lower. She watched as he nipped along the skin of her stomach, the corner of her mouth twitching as he seemingly, almost playfully, gently bit the piercing in her belly and glanced up at her. She rolled her eye for a moment before he sent another current through the metals, and she let out a soft whimper. It wasn't until he let go and moved to kiss and bite around her hips and thighs that she realized, her head shooting up with slight panic as she felt his lips against the inside of her thigh.
"H-Hey-"
"Quiet Emmy." He purred, the tone of his voice making her freeze. She watched as he kissed the inside of her thigh once more, her head landing back against the cushion with a shuddering gasp as he bit along the sensitive skin. Her hand flew over her mouth as he moved closer to her core, whimpering as she felt his tongue gliding along the skin.
"K-Karl, wait-" she whimpered through her fingers, only to take in a sharp, gasping breath as she finally felt his tongue against her, moving slowly as if savoring her reactions.
She tried closing her legs, though found it nearly impossible due to his hands forcing them to stay where they were. She could almost feel the bruises form where his fingers pressed against the skin, though that feeling was second in her mind compared to the pleasured sparks up her spine with each movement of his tongue. She couldn't help as her hand left the sheets, finding its way to his head as he played with the small piercing through the bundle of nerves, sending small electric pulses through her body once more. She felt the vibration as he chuckled against her, gripping his hair with small gasps and whimpers as his tongue delved into the warmth. Her back arched slightly with each movement, her thighs shaking from the new sensations. Why did it feel so good...?! She let out a long whine as the electric pulses continued, eventually biting down on her hand as to attempt to prevent any further noises. She could feel the tightness return as his teeth grazed against the piercing, and suddenly her hand was gripping his hair in a fist as she came again, a multitude of muffled whines and mutterings of his name escaping her mouth while her back arched. She barely heard the grunt he gave as he was pressed against her, not even realizing as he was able to pull himself away.
She flinched as Heisenberg reached up to grab her wrist, her body shaking slightly as he managed to nudge her hand away. He ran a hand through his hair to smooth it out, rising to loom over her once more as he licked his lips. Where the actual FUCK did he learn that?!
"That hurt, Emmy." He purred, keeping his grip on her wrist as she finally looked at him. Her face was red as she panted, her legs trembling as they rested against his hips once more. "Good girl."
He smirked as she stared up at him, his tongue swiping over his teeth before he leaned over and yanked her other wrist from her mouth, pinning both of them to the cushion beside her head. Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden movement, her eye widening as it met his. There was a moment of silence as they held a stare down, only ending as he shifted her wrists into one hand and used the other to undo the belt and button of his own pants in one swift motion. It took her a moment to register the movement, keeping eye contact once the full realization of just how far- and how fast- this was about to go hit her. She squirmed slightly in his grip as she glanced down, nearly breaking said grip, only to get caught in yet another rough kiss as she felt something warm press against her thighs. She could taste herself on his tongue, and somehow it made her arousal worse...
She let out a whining groan as she was rubbed against, her back arching once more at the new feeling, only to give a surprised and somewhat pained cry against his lips as she felt him enter her quickly and fully with a grunt. She gasped into the kiss as he returned his hand to her neck, her back arching into his chest and her thighs once again tightening around his waist. More of the pleasurable feeling shot up her spine as he moved a few times, pressing against her roughly as she gave small whimpers and whines. It felt... good... so good. Why did it feel good? Why did all of this just feel GOOD? What the hell was she missing from her old life that didn't include THIS?? She couldn't help the small moan she gave as the kiss was broken, and he shoved his hips against hers. He tightened his fingers around the sides of her neck with a sly smirk as he stayed where he was. Although the glint in his eyes may have looked malicious, his actions proved otherwise as he allowed her a few seconds to relax.
"Am I being too rough with you, Emmy?" He asked, his smirk widening into a grin as she mindlessly shook her head, though it was more like a few twitches.
"N-... No... N-Not rough enough..." she growled with a challenging tone, though her voice was still light. She was met with a dangerous chuckle.
"Good."
Emelia glared up at him with a somewhat clouded eye, her breaths coming in light pants that turned into gasps and moans as his movements continued, growing faster and harder with each passing second. She struggled to keep her voice down despite the feeling of each thrust sending sparks into her chest. The sounds of his low grunts and deep breathing weren't helping, she found, and it made it much more difficult to control her own pleasured noises. She was then aware of a low laugh from him.
"Ah... I didn't think... you could sound like THIS, Emmy...~" He purred, his grip on her neck tightening. She opened her mouth, nearly flinching as she let out more soft moans.
"S-... S-Shut...." she tried, though was unable to finish any thought with her gasps and whines.
Her arms struggled in his grip, shaking with each thrust, only to suddenly be freed as he let go in order to take ahold one of her hips. She mindlessly reached for him almost immediately, gripping the edge of his shirt with one hand and grabbing the necklaces around his neck with the other in order to yank him down. She was rewarded with another rough kiss, her head being jerked up as he kept a hand around her throat. She let go of the necklaces, instead reaching under his shirt, her fingers trailing over his own scars until her nails dug into his back. There was an internal satisfaction as she heard Heisenberg give a surprised grunt, only to give a yelping cry as he suddenly pulled away to replace his hand around her neck with his teeth.
Small sparks of pain made their way through her shoulder as his teeth broke the skin, though they seemed to amplify the feeling as the thrusts became rough and quick. She finally reached her other hand around and under the shirt he wore, her nails dragging down the skin of his back as her moans and whines grew louder.
"F-... FuCK...! K-Karl...!!" She said suddenly, her voice cracking somewhat as she was met with a possessive growl and the slight smell of fresh blood as he let go of her neck. She couldn't help but gasp as she felt his cheek against hers, his beard scratching against her skin as his lips nearly against her ear.
"You're MINE, Emelia..." He growled.
Emelia felt as more pulsing currents were sent through her piercings, and she couldn't help but cry out as the pulses caught her by surprise. Her muscles tensed, her nails tearing at Heisenbergs back as she felt the waves of a strong orgasm, making her body shake and her legs flex around his waist. Her thighs tightened at his hips, halting him enough to keep him where he was as she came, but not long enough to stop him entirely. He let out a low growl as he kept up his movements until he slammed against her hard enough to move her up a few inches. She gave a gasping moan as could feel his muscles shudder and a strange warmth in the pit of her stomach as he filled her, and her back arched against his chest as she nearly hugged him to her for dear life.
There was small silence as their movement ceased, each breathing heavily. Emelia held onto the man over her as if it meant life or death, momentarily forgetting her irritation around him in the first place as there was a sudden feel of lips along her neck in a multitude of small kisses. They were gentle against her bruised skin... The odd tickle of the facial hair made the corner of her mouth twitch as she panted, unintentionally laying her head to the side for him as she very slowly but surely relaxed. Her irritation only slightly returned as she heard a chuckle from her neck, and she glanced down.
"Th' bloody hell is so funny...?" She muttered, unable to keep the lightness from her voice. She watched as he looked up from her neck, a sly smile across his still bloody lips.
"You're adorable, Emmy." He said simply, making her groan and start to push him away.
"Piss off...!!" She growled, only to gasp as he suddenly leaned over her with a chuckle, nearly being pushed into the mattress again as he finally slipped off the button-up shirt.
"Precious little doll, you didn't seem to hear what I said."
'Doll' ...? Emelia stared at him, now also shirtless, taking in the rest of the scars she had never seen. She could feel her face heat up more as he leaned over her, holding himself up with his hands on either side of her shoulders.
"Wha-" she started, only to let out a gasping yelp as he gave a single hard thrust to silence her.
"I told you, Emelia. You're mine. In more ways than one, it seems." He nearly purred, leaning down to press his nose to hers.
Her single eye widened as he grinned, only to be met with a quick, relatively gentle kiss. It took a moment for her to calm down before she returned it, staying where she was and secretly holding herself to that proclamation. She didn't want to admit it... She never would. But somehow, despite how he could be, this made her feel... wanted. It was an odd feeling, and one she knew she would be hesitant on getting used to. But she still hated him... Right?
She gave a soft whine as he pulled away, physically removing himself from her with a shuddering breath. She let out a whimper as she relaxed back against the covers, feeling an odd coldness and even a slight sense of loneliness as his weight left the mattress. She opened her eye with confusion and watched as his pants were fixed before her vision trailed up his back to see the bloody scratches she had left.
"Whoops..." she muttered, earning a chuckle and a glance back.
"I'll let you relax for now, Emmy. I don't wanna break you just yet..." He joked, nodding to the shirt he had left. "Use that for now, we'll get you another shirt later."
She couldn't help but smirk, her face red.
"Done already...?" She asked, her smirk faltering heavily as he glanced back with an odd mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Never said I was, Doll. This is for your sake."
Emelia watched as he began to walk to the jacket he had left, but she felt... sad. Not because he had stopped. Not even because she almost wished they would keep going immediately... No, it was another reason she couldn't quite place with every step away he took. She carefully pushed herself to sit up, wincing at the tenderness that settled between her legs before reaching for her discarded jumpsuit. But she only grabbed the simple boxers she had, managing to slip them on with minimal issue. She saw him slow his movements as she managed to stand, her knees just the slightest bit weak. Holding on to a support beam on the wall, she shakily made her way over to him as he glanced at her with an odd curiosity. She didn't care if she was entirely naked save for underwear, simply covering her chest with her arm as she reached for him. She stumbled into his back, feeling his muscles tense as her arms slowly wrapped around his torso, her fingers lightly drifting along the hair and scars on his chest.
"Don't you dare leave me like this, Heisenberg..." she muttered, pressing the scarred half of her face against his back. She knew he could feel her trembling as her legs threatened to collapse on her.
There was a moment of silence before she heard and felt him chuckle.
"You really are an odd one, Emmy..." He chuckled, turning his head to glance at her over his shoulder before giving a dramatic sigh. "Have it your way, then."
Emelia jumped as he suddenly turned in her arms, her cheeks going red as his face was suddenly mere inches away from hers. What was she DOING? Why she acting this way? She didn't know... But she was pleasantly stunned as she felt his hand raise and nudge her chin gently. However, instead of it going around her neck again as she expected, he simply caressed her cheek, avoiding the scars around her missing eye; Even he knew she hated them being touched, and now didn't seem like the best time to annoy her. In fact, he almost enjoyed her more when she was calm like this... She couldn't help but feel relaxed as the rough pad of his thumb brushed over her skin. Relaxed enough to settle her cheek into his hand fully, ever so slightly trying to remind herself that this wasn't who he was all the time. This was temporary... But she could do temporary.
"... Don't tell anyone..." She muttered suddenly, keeping her hold on him as he leaned back against the shelving next to them to stay comfy. He chuckled once more.
"Who do I have to tell, Emmy?" He chimed. She stared at him for a moment before shrugging, laying her head against his chest.
It was a moment of domesticity that she vaguely remembered wanting as human... Something about someone being close physically always seemed tantalizing, yet there was no way to achieve it here... Or so she thought. If she could just have more time like this... Though she knew it wasn't meant to last, especially not with him... But for now, she appreciated it. It wasn't until her senses focused on the machinery noises outside of the room that she gave a sigh, reluctantly pulling away from him.
"I should get back to work, then..." she mumbled, taking a few steps away, her fingers dragging along his chest before she turned, not seeing Heisenbergs face as he watched her walk away and run a hand through her hair to push it out of her face.
She made her way over back to the bed-like cushion, absent-mindedly picking the button-up shirt he had been wearing and slipping it on, herself. She'd take it since he offered, and because she didn't necessarily feel like hunting down new clothing. It was only slightly loose over her frame, being only slightly smaller than him in stature, and she felt his eyes burrow into her back as she buttoned it up. Quiet footsteps approached her from behind, causing her to jump with a small gasp as arms surrounded her while the shirt was only halfway buttoned. Heisenberg pulled her back against his chest, one hand on her hip and the other around the front of her waist.
"What are you-" she started, only to stop as the arm around her waist raised to nudge the collar of the shirt off her shoulder, placing gentle bites and kisses along the skin as soon as it was shown. Small shivers went up her spine with the movements, and she let out a wavering breath in attempts to not laugh from the tickling of his beard. "K-Karl, stop-"
"I never told you to get back to work..." He said simply, his now semi-serious tone interrupting he train of thought and causing any hint of laughter to disappear. He trailed kisses and bites to her jaw and her ear once more. "Indulge me then, Emmy, and I'll let you go. Let me have my fill."
Her face fell slightly. His fill... Did he mean...?
"W-What, be your toy until you're done?" She huffed, turning her head slightly to face him. Though he was on her blind side, she could almost feel the grin.
"Well, when you put it that way..." he started, letting his hands wander. One trailed under the shirt slightly, his fingers drifting below her belly, while the other found and gave a gentle squeeze to a now exposed breast from the shirt being moved before resting over the large scar. "Yes. But don't worry. I take care of my toys... I said I wouldn't break you so soon. And besides..." he pressed another gentle kiss behind her ear, "You seem like you want more. Am I wrong?"
Emelia took a shaky breath as she felt the odd sensations once more, reaching to hold onto his forearms as his hands moved. Well, of COURSE he was right... She knew there wasn't much else she would have to do around the factory today anyway. She worked constantly, and the factory ran relatively smoothly without her. She even came here for a break, anyway... And, despite her feelings about him, what the man had just shown her was... Well, her legs still held a slight wobble. To say she wanted more was an understatement. And so, she have a small huff and looked forward, tilting her head to allow him at her neck.
"... Go ahead..." she muttered, her voice an embarrassed tone. She felt his grin against her neck taking a breath as he gave a small, rough bite.
"You won't regret it, Emmy."
She gave a small, joking snort.
"I'll believe you if you can prove it, Karl..."
"Oh, even after what I've just shown you?" He played, his lips pressing to her neck once more. She said nothing, only somewhat easing against his chest with a huff. She rolled her eye as he chuckled, though her breath caught in her chest as his hand left the scar, letting his fingers trail up and along her throat. "I didn't think I would have to prove anything."
"You never do..." she muttered suddenly, only to close her mouth as she felt him freeze behind her. Where the hell did that come from...??
"Oh?"
She was silent for a moment before clearing her throat.
"Th-That, ah..." she started, only stopping as he grabbed her throat and pulled her to him roughly.
"What?" He growled, ever so slightly moving them forward. She took shaky steps, following his direction.
"N-Not... what I... mean..." she finally managed, glancing down with a quick breath as she felt the edge of the work table against the front of her thighs.
"Hm. What did you mean then, Emmy?"
"I..." she tried, though was unable to find her voice. What was this rush of excitement...?? The tone of his voice sent chills down her spine as he nibbled at her shoulder while awaiting a response. She then decided to just speak. What could go wrong?
"I-I mean...." she managed, gaining a smirk and holding onto his arm. She could feel as he tilted his head in curiosity. "You haven't quite done so thus far, how am I to believe you could...?" she continued, feeling his grip tighten. Good. She pulled away from him slightly to aggravate him. "You always need to prove yourself Karl, you won't get far without it-"
She was stopped with a surprised grunt as she was suddenly shoved down against the table, giving a surprised grunt of pain as her chin hitting it with a light *thunk* . He kept his hand between her shoulders, using his weight to keep her down as she moved to rub her jaw. Her hand was then suddenly yanked away as he twisted her arm behind her back, earning an uncomfortable grunt.
"Bloody hell- H-hey-!"
"I don't give proof, huh?" He growled suddenly, leaning down over her to talk into her ear. "I assure you, Emelia, I have all the proof you need."
She opened her mouth to speak, only to shut it with a surprised noise as he suddenly bit down on her neck and yanked her towards him. The backs of her thighs hit his hips, and she let out a small, surprised whimper. He slipped his fingers under the waistline of her underwear with his free hand, taunting her by slowly dragging them down. There was a sudden spark at her piercings once more while her lower half squirmed, and she couldn't help but give a small, moaning whine as she felt the sparks increase. Waves of pleasure traveled up her spine, causing her back to arch into the table somewhat and nearly bite her bottom lip until it bled. Small goosebumps covered her skin as she felt her underwear finally fall to her ankles. It wasn't until she felt him adjust himself behind her that she attempted to look to the side, only to be met with a growl and his teeth digging into the skin more.
She could smell the blood as it began to seep from between her skin and his teeth... It made her head swim as she finally felt him rub against her roughly, the small sparks of pain from his teeth adding to the odd pleasure she was feeling. He removed his teeth from her neck for a moment to speak into her ear, sending more shivers down her spine.
"I've got your 'proof' right here." He purred, his smirk nearly audible. He shoved her down again once more. "HERE!!"
He gave a rough thrust forward as he spoke, filling her quickly once again and earning a yelping moan; but this time, he didn't stop. A mixture of pain and pleasure racked her body as he kept up the rough thrusts, simultaneously twisting her arm more behind her back to hold her there. She couldn't stop the now loud moans and whines she gave as she panted, nearly digging her nails into the metal table supporting her. She could feel the pulses of her muscles threatening to tighten and mutate as she was slammed into nearly mercilessly, her fingers creating small dents in the material as she forced her mutation back once she felt a familiar flutter in her chest. He seemed to notice, letting out a low chuckle through his own grunts and growls.
It wasn't long before she felt the sudden waves of an orgasm, making her give a loud cry as she shifted under him, pressing back against him for a moment. She reached forward quickly and gripped the edge of the table, easily denting and nearly crushing it in her grip with light cries as he continued his thrusts through the tightening spasms. Her body shook while he didn't slow down. Instead, he increased his movements, and she almost felt tears come to her eye with the overwhelming sensation.
Her other arm was suddenly freed as he moved to grip both of her hips, leaning down to bite at her shoulder once more with low grunts and growls. He kept going... Oh god, he kept going. She couldn't speak, the only noises leaving her throat being whines and cries. She couldn't help but lean into his jaw, almost begging him for more despite the overstimulation. Her neck was bitten multiple times as if she were being marked, each bite breaking the skin with ease. Beads of blood slowly dripped from the wounds and over her skin every time he let go, only to feel his teeth elsewhere. She felt tightness below her belly once more as she let out a wavering cry of his name, only to be met with slower thrusts and a growl at her ear.
"What do you want, Emelia?" He growled, his voice low and strained. She couldn't help but squirm and push back against him with whining whimpers as he slowed more, quickly becoming frustrated and seemingly desperate. No... No, why was he stopping... Why was he slowing down?!
"N-.. N-No...!! D-Don't- fuck- D-Don't slow-...!!" She managed, earning a dangerous chuckle.
"Tell me Emelia, or I swear to God I'll stop right NOW." He played. She could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. She knew this was amusing to him... It was payback for her insults. Her body shook out of desperation and anger as the thrusts slowed considerably, and she put her forehead against the table with a growling whine. He held her hips in place against the table to prevent her from moving against him. She couldn't take it anymore... She wouldn't even try to fight it. It was as if she were being denied a prize, and she hated it already.
"F-Fuck- I-" she started, barely able to get words out, "Y-YOU Heisenberg, you bloody idiot!!! I want YOU!!!" She finally yelled, her voice cracking somewhat. "J-Just... D-Don't... Don't FUCKING stop!!! Fuck- PLEASE!!"
She could almost feel the pride-filled smirk he gave in knowing he had won, but she didnβt care... Her little outburst gave her slight confidence as he chuckled, his last breath coming as a low growl.. She jumped as she suddenly felt an arm around her waist, roughly pulling her back towards him as his other hand reached to pin and hold hers as if keeping her in place. A wavering whine left her lips as he gave a possessive growl, looming over her with obvious intent.
"Good girl." He grumbled, only giving her a chance to inhale before returning to the powerful, near brutal thrusts from before, pulling her to him with each movement.
She didn't even attempt to hide her voice again, her cries and moans growing louder with each passing second. She almost didn't want the feeling to end, allowing herself to melt into him as her back arched into his chest.
"D-Don't... D-Don't stop... F-FUCK- Don't stop...!!!" She repeated, her voice wavering with uneven pants and gasps.
"You. Are. MINE." He suddenly growled in her ear, not letting her respond before biting into her shoulder once more.
More electric pulses were sent through her piercings, nearly making her scream while gripping the hand over hers. The orgasm she felt then was strong, traveling through her body in waves and overstimulation as the pulses continued. The feeling was amplified as he kept moving for a few seconds, finally pressing her roughly against the table with a loud, wavering growl and swear as he came as well. She let out another gasping moan as she felt him twitch inside of her, shuddering with the light warmth she felt at the pit of her stomach.
The room was filled with the sound of their panting and deep breaths as their rode their highs, and Emelia finally relaxed against the table with a shaky, satisfied sigh while still panting. She felt... good. Great, actually... Very sore now, as well as numb, but good nonetheless. It was as if any frustration she felt had melted away with the thin layer of sweat on her body. She gave a quiet whimper as she felt Heisenberg shift somewhat. He removed his jaws from her shoulder, nudging her head and pressing his cheek against hers as his grip on her loosened to allow her to relax more.
"Are you alright, Emmy?" He asked quietly, his voice low and catching her off guard enough to flinch. She only made a small, confused noise as she glanced over. He chuckled, catching a glimpse of the residual pleasured tears that stained her cheek. He reached over, dragging his thumb over her skin to wipe them away. "Is that a yes?"
She kept her eye on him for a moment before giving a small nod and setting her head back on the table. She attempted to shift, but found her body was... unable to move. The numbness had begun to turn into the feeling of being a puddle, she found. Her muscles shook as she tried to push herself up, and she almost collapsed under him. He nearly laughed while kept his grip on her waist, keeping her upright while he watched in interest.
"Would you like some help?"
"N... N-No, I..." she tried, her voice quiet. There was silence for a moment before she gave a shaky sigh, putting her head down once more in defeat. "... y-yes..."
"I thought so." He chuckled, finally pulling himself away with a quiet grunt. She could hear the amusement in his voice. "Alright. Keep steady, now."
Emelia glanced back as he partially adjusted himself, not bothering to fully fix his pants before he let go of her waist. A small panic entered her chest as her legs began to collapse under her, barely able to use the table to keep herself up before she felt him at her side. Her body shook as she tried to lean up once more, reaching to hold on to Heisenbergs arm as he draped it across her shoulders. He didn't even flinch as she leaned her full weight on him, and he chuckled.
"Come on, then." He said, suddenly leaning down once she was fully off the table. She let out a surprised yelp as he swept his other arm behind her knees, bringing her up into a cradling position against his chest as she held onto him tightly. She tightened her grip more as he started to walk, her face red. "Something wrong?" He asked, amusement thick in his voice. She watched his movements, only somewhat relaxing as they neared the bed.
"N-No..." she replied quietly, slowly easing herself in a sitting position the tattered covers as he set her down, wincing again at the soreness she felt. While the fabrics weren't always the best for relaxing, right now they were comforting, and a godsend for her shaking muscles. She then jumped as he sat down himself before he laid beside her with a huff. She stared at him for a moment as he held his arm out for her. What was he doing...?
"Well?" He asked expectantly, raising a brow as she looked confused.
"... what?"
He rolled his eyes.
"You're wearing my shirt Emmy, the least you could do is lay down."
"What-" she started, only to look down. "O-Oh... um..." She had admittedly forgotten what she had been wearing, and sheepishly pulled the shirt over her now throbbing shoulders and neck. She then adjusted herself on the mattress with a quiet grunt. "Ok..."
"NOW you're embarrassed??" He asked, nudging her arm slightly. "Should I describe, in detail, what I just did to you?"
She glared at him and gave a small huff as she managed to lay down.
"Shut up..." she mumbled, somewhat begrudgingly cuddling onto his chest as he smirked.
"It was an honest question."
Emelia only grumbled in response, though relaxed as she felt his arm go around her. She adjusted her head on his chest, pausing as she felt a heartbeat. It was slow and rhythmic, lulling her into a relaxed breathing pattern. He glanced at her as her arm wrapped over his chest as well, though he froze as she mindlessly began to trace over some of the smaller scars over his skin. She watched her own fingers move, an amused smile creeping on her face as she felt him tense and relax at her touch. She tilted her head slightly as she heard a light grumbling from his chest, her fingers pausing. He shifted under her, and she looked up to meet his eyes.
"What...?" She asked, resuming the movements. She watched as his eyes traveled between her and her fingers multiple times, his breathing easy with small grumbles in each inhale.
"Nothing." He replied simply, only to lift his chin slightly in confusion as she moved her hand to the scar across his neck. She felt his breath hitch as she traced it, and he looked at her again. "What are you doing, Emmy?"
"Nothing." She copied, almost laughing as he rolled his eyes.
"Don't get soft on me now Emelia, just earlier you were threatening me." He snorted.
"I still can if you would rather that."
"Hm. No, I'd rather fuck you again."
She went silent for a moment, her face heating up once more with embarrassment. "You said you wouldn't break me." She huffed.
Heisenberg gave a chuckle before turning to face her, gaining a smirk when she looked at him in surprise.
"I won't. I can't, actually." He said matter-of-factly, suddenly pushing her shoulder to have her lay on her back. She jumped, staring up at him in a stunned silence. "That doesn't mean I can't try. I haven't had that much fun in years, and I know you're durable. So am I."
"I-I can tell..." Emelia managed, clearing her throat slightly. Well, she knew he had a point... Despite being sore, she still felt oddly energized... Sure, the light exhaustion was there, but she knew she would have gone back to work immediately if she were physically able to. And she had to admit... She enjoyed this. It felt... normal. Almost.
She kept her eye on him for a moment before taking a breath. Was she really debating on this? The reality of the current situation hit her full force like Sturm on a rampage. She was silent for another moment before gulping slightly.
"What... What is... 'this' , exactly...?" she asked, her voice quiet. Karl drew back slightly, caught off guard by the question.
"Excuse me...??"
"I... You... You piss me off, Heisenberg..." she started, her arms resting at the sides of her head. Each movement of her shoulders resulted in a dull pain from his teeth, and his mouth twitched as he realized. She paused as she saw the smallest... tiniest twinge of regret in his eyes. But she shook her head, looking down at herself.
"I don't... I've been here for... only a short time compared to you, Karl... And now I... We do... THIS..." she continued, looking back up at him as he held his place over her. "What are we doing...?"
It was his turn to stay silent, obviously contemplating his answer. She had seen the same look on his face when discussing important factory matters... It almost made her feel better.
"What do you want from it?" He asked finally, tilting his head with a light shrug. She blinked.
"... What?"
He rolled his eyes, giving a small smirk.
"Ah, who's asking the hard questions now?" He played, chuckling as she glared at him. "I don't quite care what this leads to, I know what my goals are." He explained. "What are yours? What do YOU want out of it?"
"I..." she started, looking to the side. "... I don't know."
"Then don't worry about it!"
"But I-"
"Look, Emelia. If you can't figure it out, then focus on something else. Is it really worth wasting the energy if you don't know right away?" He asked.
She was silent. He... He was right.
"That... That's the most intelligent thing I've ever heard you say."
She nearly laughed at his insulted expression.
"Hey-"
"I'm joking, Metalhead..." She sighed with a small smile. There was silence for a moment before she finally gave a huff. "Just... For now just..."
"Come on, we don't have all day." Heisenberg joked, smirking as she glared at him.
"... Shut up you daft idiot." She growled finally, reaching to yank him down by his necklaces.
The movement startled him, but he seemed to know exactly what to do as his lips met hers with a light chuckle. The kiss was... gentle, oddly enough, but she relaxed once more under him. Light shivers traveled up her spine as she felt his fingers travel along her skin. The shirt was fully unbuttoned once again and nudged to her sides, and she took a deep breath as she felt the air on her chest. She only whined as her legs were moved, making him pause. There was a soreness between them from his roughness beforehand, sending small waves of a low, pulsing pain through her body. He gave a questioning hum against her lips, and she spoke against his.
"Sore..." she admitted quietly, feeling his amused smile.
"Good." He replied simply, adjusting himself and his pants to rest between her thighs. Emelia let out a quiet whimper as she was rubbed against, her legs shaking against his hips and her arms reaching out to his onto and wrap around his shoulders.
The dull throbbing sensation continued as he pushed into her once more, earning a somewhat pained whine as her back arched. It hurt... But the feeling lessened to a light sting after a few seconds, and she took lighter breaths. She couldn't help but wonder as he stayed still, his words and question playing in her mind as he returned to his position of leaning on his forearms over her. What DID she want from this...? Did she truly wish for any sort of stability from this? Or just survival? Maybe this was the first and last time she'd experience this, or maybe it would be regular. Did she WANT it to be regular, though? She didn't know... All she knew was that his touch swung wildly between rough and gentle every time he touched her, even before this. He always switched between harsher interactions and kind ones, making her angry and thankful at the same time. And yet, when he touched her NOW... Even while over the table, it was almost careful, hesitant to push her too far even while leaving bruises in her skin. Somehow, while sharing this intimacy, he was a perfect mix of the two. And somehow, it calmed her and even gave a small hope in the back of her mind.
Her thoughts stopped, letting out a breathy moan into the kiss as he started moving, this time at a slow pace. This time she kept her arms around him, hugging him close enough for their bare chests to press against each other. Her breaths and moans came from a different sort of pleasure, almost willing to believe that sharing this with him would allow some sort of normalcy. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he set a careful, hard rhythm, one of his arms moving down to press his hand against her stomach.
A single second passed before Heisenberg sent a low pulse of electricity through her body and piercings, causing her back to arch as she pulled away from the kiss with a gasping whine. She felt as he lowered his head with a low groan, starting to kiss and nibble along her jaw. Her nails dug into his back as his movements increased somewhat, creating more scratches to match the ones he already had. Her voice came out in quiet whines and moans into his ear as she clung to him. Sure this was making the soreness worse, but she almost couldn't tell between the low pulses and thrusts coming from the man. Her body shook while simultaneously encouraging more. She WANTED more... She already admitted as much to herself. Another whine escaped her lips as he nibbled just below her ear.
"Fuck, Emmy...~" he nearly purred into her ear, lifting her hips slightly and switching to smaller quick thrusts.
"K-... K-Karl-! F-FUCK-" she managed, her voice breaking somewhat as she allowed her legs to loosen at his sides to bring him closer. She whimpered as he suddenly leaned up, her nails digging and sliding down to his biceps before gripping them as she felt a familiar tightness below her belly; he could feel it, too.
Emelia suddenly held her breath in a surprised, wavering gasp as he slid his hand up her body from the belly piercing, his fingers dragging along the large scar on her chest before lingering and pressing against the sides of her neck. Her whines and moans continued, even as his hand moved higher to her jaw. She then jumped as his thumb pushed past her parted lips, resting on her tongue. She attempted to look up at him, but found it difficult to even keep her eye open... Heisenberg gave a low chuckle at the sight, pushing on her jaw slightly. He didn't even have to say a word as her mouth nearly closed around his thumb. Her whines and whimpers grew louder and her grip on him tightened, and she could only gasp as he pulled his thumb from her mouth and replaced it with his own.
The kiss was returned instantaneously, followed by her wavering, now muffled cry as she finally came once more. He grunted into the kiss as she tightened around him, her legs wrapping around his waist once more while her back arched. She wrapped her arms fully around his shoulders with overstimulated whines as his pace quickened before he finally let out his own wavering moan against her lips. She joined him with her own moan as he shoved his hips against hers, feeling the warmth enter her as he rode out his own orgasm with shaking muscles. God, it felt... It felt good... The warmth and twitching from him kept her whines going as they panted, her body shaking under him.
Both were silent for several moments, the kiss lessening to gentle movements before breaking.
"D-... D-Damn..." Emelia nearly squeaked, her head rolling to the side as her jaw was nuzzled.
"Hm. Are you alright?" Heisenberg asked, earning a small nod.
"... gonna be sore..." she replied quietly, relaxing somewhat as he kept his face against hers. He chuckled.
"You wanted it."
"Shush..." she huffed. Her breathing eased, feeling his smile against her skin. This was... Nice, she had to admit... An uncomfortable whine left her lips as he began to push himself up and away, only pausing as her legs twitched around him to keep him there. "N-No... stay..." she whined, watching as he raised a brow. "... P-Please..."
"I've never heard you say 'please' this much." He joked, earning a light glare. But he simply returned to his place over her with an amused chuckle, nearly laying on her.
She was relaxed despite nearly his entire weight on her torso, though she had no issues. He was really warm... She could almost purr with the warmth both on top of and inside her, the feeling relaxing her to the point of her limbs going lax around him. She felt him chuckle against her skin, taking a breath as his lips found her bruised neck. But her mind wandered elsewhere, and she found herself pressing her cheek to his.
"Can we... Not talk about this...?" She asked quietly, earning a confused hum as he glanced at her.
"Oh? What do you mean?"
"J-Just... Um..." she tried, turning her head to look at him. "M-Maybe this could be... just... stress relief...?"
She jumped as Heisenberg shifted, his face now hovering over hers with their noses together.
"Just stress relief?" He asked, amusement dancing in his eyes as her face reddened. "Is that what you want?"
She simply nodded, her fingers traveling over small scars that covered his upper back and shoulders. 'For now...' she thought. Wait, 'for now'...?? Did she really mean that...? She was pulled out of her thoughts as he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.
"Then so be it." Heisenberg said simply, meeting her gaze. She stared up at him before nodding and taking a breath. But he moved before she had a chance to even think, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Hold on."
"What-" she tried, only to cling to him with a surprised yelp as he pushed against the mattress to lean up with her against his chest. She let out a light whine as she was shifted on him, small sparks shooting up her spine as she was settled against his hips while he sat and leaned back against the wall. He couldn't help but smirk as she let out a whimper, her legs twitching. "Better?"
"I..." she tried, though couldn't manage words as she felt him shift against her to make himself comfortable. So she simply nodded before leaning against his chest.
It was his turn to freeze as she nuzzled to his neck, giving a pleased sigh as his arms hesitantly went around her waist. She relaxed against him, enjoying the warmth he gave and the feeling of his arms around her.
"... You're warm..." she said quietly, earning a surprised chuckle.
"I would almost hope so." He replied, reaching up and under the shirt she still wore to drag his fingers along small scars on her back. He smiled as she relaxed. "I'm going to assume you're not moving any time soon?"
He nearly laughed as she nodded against his shoulder.
"Fair assumption..." she mumbled, closing her eye.
While she wasn't necessarily tired, there was a sliver of exhaustion in her chest. She had to admit, there was still pain from the bite marks that now covered her neck and shoulders, and the soreness of her legs came as a dull throbbing. But she oddly didn't mind... She held her breath as she realized her enjoyment of this. The touches, the intimacy... Even the dull pains she felt. Maybe she didn't even mind HIM...
No, no... She DID mind him. Did she...? She still found him infuriating... But the way he held her now was... Well, it made her question quite a bit.
She finally sighed, relaxing fully against him. She focused on his touches against her back instead of the thoughts in her mind, willfully ignoring them for once. She'd enjoy what she had for now... Her attention went to the sounds of his heart and distant machinery, letting them lull her into a light sleep. She didn't NEED she sleep at the moment, but to her, it was almost perfect.
She only hoped it would stay that way.
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