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yellobb · 1 year

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I would be VERY interested to hear more about electric love and/or pigfarts 2: electric boogaloo 👀👀👀👀

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Electric Love:

Alright, this will date this WIP quite a bit, but do y'all remember that TikTok trend a while back where people would use the sound "Electric Love" by BØRNS and kiss their best friend for the first time (example compilation I found on YouTube)?

Well, imagine this: Baz and Simon have been best friends for years post-Watford, and Baz is okay with that because he'll take any bit of Simon he can get. And he's happy, because he adores spending time with Simon and being a part of his life.

Well, one day he's hanging out with Simon in their shared living room and gets up to make tea. When he comes back, he doesn't see Simon's phone, but thinks nothing of it, because why would he? When he goes to rejoin him on the couch, though, Simon kisses him, and for a moment he has everything he's ever wanted.

Except it's not real. Simon just kissed him for a stupid trend. And how in the hell is Baz supposed to come back from that; having what he's wanted for so long made a mockery of for a TikTok.

Here's an excerpt:

I loosen my grip as he pulls back a bit, eyes flitting across my face. I raise an eyebrow at him and smirk (it still gets a rise out of him). He huffs, and I can feel his breath on my lips. Then it’s no longer just his breath.

I don’t even think. I’m pure instinct, hands shooting up into his curls and shoving him closer to my face. I hold onto him as if the penalty for letting go is death. I kiss him with all that I have and all that I am. I think I might cry.

Simon tries to pull away, but I won’t let him. I’m suffocating on him. He can’t go until he’s breathed me in, consuming me completely in order to survive.

When I pull away, I’m gasping for air. I shoot Simon a feral smile as I attempt to calm my breathing.

I come untethered when I see the expression on his face. He looks apprehensive, but not in the way he looks when he’s giddy with nerves. He looks like he’s going to be sick. I feel my smile fall from my face and my eyebrows draw up in concern.

“Simon…?” I try to reach out and take his hand, but he shoots off the couch. My heart sinks into my stomach as a nervous laugh rips through Simon’s lungs. He’s sweating as he stumbles away. It’s then that I see his phone, propped up against the tellie stand, my face reflected back at me in perfect frame.

I'm literally so in love with this concept, and I love most of what I've written, but I cannot for the life of me pace the ending right (it's written, but I don't like it), so it's been in WIP purgatory since August 2021 :))))

PIGFARTS 2: Electric Boogaloo:

Now this one is a fucking monster of a project that I haven't touched since I wrote 10k words of it in December 2020.

So the idea behind this is that it's a Hogwarts AU in two parts. My sister was writing Simon, Baz, and the rest of the gang's time at Hogwarts and I was writing them as adults, hopefully to be updated in synch with each other. I won't speak on Liv's side, since I let her take the reigns on that part of the story.

Baz is a professor at Hogwarts, and it's all written from his perspective (I believe both parts would be). There's a whole fuckton of plot I came up with that I apparently never wrote down (it's still mostly in my head, don't worry ;)), but here's the summary I pitched to Liv (TW: major character thought to be dead):

Harry Potter AU where Simon and Agatha’s daughter is the chosen one, which Agatha can’t handle. She separated from Simon and became his secret keeper, but decided to let the mage in on the secret because she can’t handle that responsibility (the mage is evil so this ends up getting Simon killed). When Penny found out, she tried to kill Agatha and got sent to Azkaban. The one thing Simon didn’t want for his daughter, for her to grow up in a care home, happens because Penny was the godmother, so when Baz, the charms professor, finds out? He adopts her and raises her as his own, telling her stories of her father. When Penny escapes Azkaban, we learn that she cast a health spell on Simon when everything started going down so she would know if he was ever in danger. He’s been in danger for the past fourteen years, which means he’s alive.

I can't quite remember what kind of relationship I was going to give the Mage and Simon, but that's a later problem. Uhhhhhhh anyway here's a couple blurbs because I couldn't pick between the two:

I stop paying attention after the third student. They really should restructure this ceremony so that it’s shorter. With all the Mage’s “reforms,” I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t happened yet. The returning students just want to eat and the first years always look so mortified when they approach the hat. I let my mind wander to my lesson plans for tomorrow as I absentmindedly pick at my nails.

“Lucy Snow!”

My head jerks up so fast that I see spots. I’m sure that I’ve misheard. Surely it can’t be… But, as I watch, a thin little girl walks up to the stage with wild bronze curls, wide brown eyes, and a face-full of freckles and moles. I feel like the breath has been knocked from my lungs, and I have to grip the arms of my chair for support. His daughter.

---

The second time Lucy comes to my office, I’m more prepared. We spend the day recounting what I can remember of his and Wellbelove’s quidditch careers.

The third time, I tell her about his abhorrent eating habits.

The fourth time, we laugh about him getting sick on the train every year and puking in my aunt’s car (Fiona nearly committed homicide) while we share a plate of sour cherry scones absolutely smothered in butter.

It becomes a regular occurrence, even as the term picks up. I take a break from my relentless grading to tell her stories of her parents while we eat scones and drink tea. Honestly, it’s the best thing in my life currently. I thought it would be painful, reliving the memory of him, but it’s not as bad as I thought. I miss him terribly, but it’s nice to be thinking of him again.

Part of what's holding me back on this is Liv not being into fandom stuff right now, but most of it is a) how fucking massive it's going to be and b) how much editing I'm gonna have to do. My 10k words only get us to winter holidays of Simon's daughter's first year, and that year isn't half as plot heavy as some of the later years. On the editing side of things: I wrote everything before AWTWB and Baz's siblings are featured in it a lot right now, so I'll have to fix their names, pronouns, and characterizations, which will be a not fun time.

#m writes #m answers #wip #literally two of my favorite concepts on this list #I spent an hour making this response because I got so excited lmao #it was nice to go back through both of these #maybe I'll finish electric love tonight

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callmerainman · 2 months

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Oh my gosh! You should make an Adam x reader playlist on like what you think the vibes and aesthetic of the relationship would be like!!

BEING IN LOVE WITH ADAM | A PLAYLIST

"but it's not forever, it's just tonight. oh, we're still the greatest"

Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon fits Adam's rock vibe, first of all. I see him performing it at his shows, and thinking about Reader in the process, it's just passionate in every way possible.

"just to cure it 'cause I can't ignore it if it's love"

Adam is definitely bad at feelings. Has a hard time understanding when he's in love, and when he does it really feels "accidental". Also, Adam gives romantic 2000s rock love songs vibes.

"honey, we can see right through you. girl, you can't conceal it. we know how you feel and who you're thinking of"

This all time classic goes for Reader, who I can picture struggling to accept that they're falling in love with Adam (I mean, it's Adam). But they're having it bad, so they come to terms with it (but won't say it).

"where can I find a woman like that?"

Watch Adam writing a whole-ass song if he ever were to fall in love with Reader and they're taken. Performing it a show and looking at them in the eyes and everything. He can't help it, he wants them to be his.

"some things just make sense and one of those is you and I"

Still into You just fits the vibe, just over the top love rock song that would go well with a possible Adam love story perfectly imho. Maybe after a break up.

"oh I, I just died in your arms tonight, it must have been something you said"

Would comedically work as either Adam or Reader suddenly realize that they're in love in a very specific moment. Reader being vulgar or violent? This song starts playing as Adam goes all wide-eyed looking at them as his cheeks get red. Adam playing the electric guitar? Reader goes full Lego Batman GIF looking at him.

"Don't go breaking my heart"

"I won't go breaking your heart!"

Throw this song in Hazbin Hotel as a duet between Adam and Reader where they profess their love for each other as soon as they realize it.

"(s)he ain't got no money, her/his clothes are kinda funny, her/his hair is kinda wild and free"

I see this more applied to Adam. Because people will ask Reader WHY Adam, and he's just that guy. Can work the other way around if Reader is particularly unique.

"one good girl is worth a thousand bitches"

Adam, in my opinion, is capable of serious relationships even if he's kinda hinted to be a fuck boy. He definitely has many flaws in relationships but he would be willing to work on them. Also, I headcanon him to listen to Kanye even if he's a rockstar lmao.

"the soul you bring to the table, the one that makes me sing in a minor key"

I'll finish this on a tender note. Adam and Reader come full circle about how much they love each other, they accept it, they know. And love changes both of them, both their souls. It can be that deep, even if it's Adam we're talking about. Reader makes his soul sing, and Adam theirs.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #vivziepop #adam #adam hazbin hotel #adam x reader #playlist #adam playlist #hazbin hotel adam headcanons #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel adam fanfiction #hazbin hotel adam playlist #adam x you #hazbin adam x reader #writers on tumblr

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 5 months

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Lumine, Eula, Noelle (obviously), and anyone else of your choosing with a late night working S/O, how would they go about persuading their S/O that they need to go to bed and sleep?

(Genshin Impact) Jean, Noelle, Shenhe, Dehya, Lisa, Xinyan, and Ei forcing their S/O to sleep

...Maybe I should sleep after writing this considering it's 12:45 AM. Also, Lumine and Eula's parts were done in a prompt very similar to this one!

"My goodness my glass house is sparkling delightfully in the morning sun, what a nice day to indulge in my favorite hobby of projectile mineralogy! - Yahtzee Croshaw

Yeah, Jean has absolutely zero room to criticize her S/O for working late into the night.

She does the exact same thing, usually passing out for doing so.

But ever since S/O had come into her life, she had been working on adjusting her schedule so she can properly rest at the behest of Barbara, for both their sakes.

Not to mention S/O was also concerned for her well being, so a compromise is made between the two.

(Jean) "If you rest S/O, then I will too. Like Lisa says, there's always tomorrow."

The last thing everyone needed in the Knights was two workaholics falling unconscious after all.

Noelle also has no room to criticize S/O for working too hard.

That being said, Noelle usually brings some tea for S/O, gently sitting it next to them.

(Noelle) "S/O, I know that I may not be the right person to say this, but you should get some rest."

Similar to Jean, Noelle also makes sure to take better care of herself so S/O doesn't have to worry, and hopes that they would do the same for her.

She has no problem helping S/O get tucked into bed before quickly settling in next to them.

WIth Noelle, she doesn't take long to convince them at all.

(Shenhe) "You should be resting S/O."

Shenhe is quite confused as to why S/O is up at this hour.

They should be resting, surely the work can wait until tomorrow?

At first she offers to stay up, thinking it was something related to no one keeping watch.

Only for S/O to explain it was just some work they could be finishing tonight instead of the morning.

(Shenhe) "It'd be far more efficient to have a clear mind and work later, would it not?"

Shenhe stares at S/O with an innocent expression, eventually making them break and relent.

It makes her feel more at ease, knowing S/O won't suddenly pass out from exhaustion.

(Dehya) "Jeez, you're still at that? Come on, it can wait till morning!"

Dehya playfully wraps her arms around S/O's upper body.

If they refuse to budge she'll make a loud and obnoxious sigh.

(Dehya) "If you don't put the paper down, I'll pick you up! It's reaaaal easy for me to do that, y'know!"

When they relent, Dehya chuckles and stretches her arms.

(Dehya) "Finally. Some shut eye will make you feel better too. Can't get paid for your work if you're paying for medical bills."

Part of her wishes that they would try to continue working, just for the excuse of getting to pick them up and embarrass them.

But alas, that would have to wait for another day.

Lisa refuses to bring any work home once she's done for the day.

And by all the damned souls in hell, Lisa will enforce that rule upon S/O as well.

(Lisa) "Darling, no bringing work home.~"

Despite her teasing tone, she is 100% serious.

Lisa was a hard worker herself, but that was only when she was supposed to be on the clock.

Their home was a place to relax and not think about work, so she'll first take S/O's hands gently and have them wrap around her hands instead.

Archons forbid S/O tries to continue working, then the tone of her voice becomes more lethal as S/O starts to feel electricity in the air.

(Lisa) "Won't you pay attention to little ol' me instead of some papers, S/O?"

(Xinyan) "S/O, get your tush into this bed! Don't make me sing some crappy ol' love song, I'll do it!"

The tone of Xinyan is half playful and half serious.

She doesn't want to play some cheesy song just to catch S/O's attention (mostly).

Xinyan just doesn't want S/O to overexert themselves when they don't have to.

Even she didn't write songs that late into the night

...Well, mostly, but S/O didn't need to know that little detail.

(Xinyan) "Trust me, your brain will make the work flow waaay better when you sleep, speaking from experience here!"

Ei convinces S/O to rest, though not in the way most would imagine.

Being an Archon, she could simply use her godly authority to force S/O to heel.

Or if it was the Raiden Shogun, then smiting S/O was an option.

Instead, Ei has S/O stop their work simply by being herself.

(Ei) "S/O, if you are going to stay awake during this time, can we eat some dessert?...It's too late at night? If you're working, then we can drink some dango milk!"

Simply put, it was annoying them for sweets if they stayed up for too long.

While it was because she was concerned for their well being, since humans are meant to rest, she was holding out for some hope that she can sneak in extra dessert for the night.

So far, it didn't work, much to her quiet dismay.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #jean gunnhildr x reader #noelle genshin impact x reader #shenhe x reader #dehya x reader #lisa minci x reader #xinyan x reader #ei x reader #noelle genshin impact #shenhe genshin impact #dehya genshin #lisa minci #xinyan #ei raiden #jean gunnhildr

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doc-pickles · 6 months

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waking up in vegas | matthew tkachuk x hughes!sister (pt. 3)

series masterlist

summary: a flashback to the scene of the crime

warnings: excessive alcohol consumption, sexual themes but no smut, more tkachuk/hughes nonsense (it needs a warning at this point)

a/n: i love how much y'all love this series! I hope you enjoy this next part. eventually I'll write the smut for this night but I didn't want to put it into this particular chapter because it quickly became an almost 2.5k monstrosity. enjoy!

i also hid a quote from icebreaker in this chapter so if you find it, send me a message hehe

xoxo

nina

“I’m gonna head back and call Emma,” Brady announces as he stands from the booth. You and Taryn begin to boo him. “Leave me alone.”

“Can’t. You’ve become so boring. Marriage has changed you,” Taryn plucks a chip from the basket and tosses it at Brady. “Get out of here loser.”

Laughter erupts from your table as Brady rolls his eyes before leaving the restaurant you’d tucked yourself into the back of. You’re between Taryn and Jack on one side of the booth while Quinn, Matthew, and Luke occupy the other side. It’s your third and final night in Vegas celebrating your and Luke’s 21st birthday. So far you'd gone out and had fun at various clubs but had kept your shenanigans to a minimum, a shocking feat for your group. Tonight though there was an electric charge in the air hinting at something exciting happening. Inhibitions were lowered and everyone seated around the table was vibrating with excited energy.

“Man now I’m stuck with you guys,” Quinn groans as he sips his beer.

“New drinking game,” you exclaim, getting everyone’s attention. “Drink every time Quinn complains tonight.”

“Take a shot if he asks to go home,” Jack adds.

“Finish your drink if you catch him sighing dramatically,” Luke finishes, sending all of you into a fit of laughter.

“Fuck you guys,” Quinn grumbles as he crosses his arms. “Should’ve gone with Brady.”

“Drink!” you all exclaim as you sip your drinks.

You’d all gotten significantly more drunk at Quinn’s expense before ditching the restaurant in favor of a club where Taryn was now occupying the dance floor. Even Quinn was looser and louder as the the boys were talking about hockey. You debated whether or not to order another drink or to join Taryn when someone came up and began to dance with her, making your decision for you.

“I got it Matty,” you chuckle at Matthew’s annoyed expression. “But you’re gonna have to face the fact that your little sister isn’t so little anymore.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” Matthew grumbles as you brush past him. He softly grabs your wrist, turning you toward him. “What happens if someone starts dancing with you?”

“Then you can come save me. As a thank you for dealing with Taryn,” you wink at him as you slip away from Matthew towards the dance floor.

Taryn grins widely as you approach, stepping away from the guy behind her to grab your hands and drag you further onto the dance floor. She mouths a ‘thank you’ as you two dance together, laughing and spinning around.

The two of you lose track of time as you enjoy yourselves dancing and belting out the lyrics to the songs playing. Eventually you end up leaving Taryn to go and order another round of shots, your body leaning against the bar as you wait for the bartender.

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty girl,” someone whispers in your ear and you immediately tense up, turning to see the clearly drunk guy standing behind you.

“No thanks, I’m good,” you reply and turn back to the bar. Your body freezes as his hand lands on your hip. “Please don’t touch me.”

“C’mon, this dress makes your ass-“

“Hey baby, there you are,” your head whips around at the sound of Matthew’s voice, sighing in relief as he sidles up next to you. “Sorry I took so long, you good?”

You nod but the guy still doesn’t let go of your hip. Matthews eyes land on his hand and he promptly pulls you into his arms, his hands pulling you close to him as his lips land on your neck. The move is unexpected, a small gasp coming from you as Matthew caresses your skin with warm kisses.

“Everyone is waiting for us,” Matthew says as his teeth nip at your earlobe, one hand moving to twine with yours. “C’mon babe.”

Matthew doesn’t let go of your hand until you get a few feet away from the table. You stop him and press your hands to his chest, “Thanks for rescuing me Matty.”

“Anytime,” Matthew breathes out, his lips leaning down to brush against your neck. “God… You smell amazing…”

“Get your hands off my sister Tkachuk!” Quinn yells with a laugh. “C’mon Luke ordered shots.”

Matthew slides into the booth and immediately pulls you in behind him, your body half resting on his thigh. One of his hands snakes around your body to pull you into his side, breath hot on the side of your face.

“Where’s Luke?” you ask just as Taryn approaches the table.

“Chatting up the waitress that took our order,” Quinn points to the left and you almost gag as you catch sight of Luke with his tongue down a bottle blonde’s throat. “Hey he got us free shots, I’ll take what I can get.”

The five of you clink your shots together before downing them. When Luke returns with a flushed face and another tray of shots none of you can find it in you to complain as you down another round.

“Luke,” Quinn swings his arm around Luke’s shoulder and pulls him close. “I will give you $500 if you convince the waitress to let you motorboat her next time she comes over here.”

Jack sputters on his drink as Taryn lets out a howling laugh. Your mouth is simply dropped in shock as you look between your two brothers, “Quinn you’re cut off. Luke, don’t you fucking da-“

“Deal.”

The table erupts in cheers and laughter as Luke waves down the waitress again. You try and stop him but Matthew tightens his hold on your waist, “Let him have his fun, he just turned twenty one and has no inhibitions.”

“So did I but you don’t see me motorboating random women in bars,” you giggle as Matthew lips find your neck again, his fingers squeezing your hips. “You sure are touchy when you’re drunk.”

“Can’t help it,” Matthew whispers in your ear. “You look so- Holy shit he did it.”

Whipping your head up you spot Luke with his head between the waitress’s boobs, Quinn and Jack red faced with laughter as Taryn takes photos. Your jaw is slack as your brother lifts his head up with a smirk, winking at the blonde in front of him.

“Oh my fucking god,” you shriek as Luke sits back at the table, gesturing to the round of shots the waitress had brought over. “You’re insane!”

“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” Luke shouts with a whoop as you all down your shots. “C’mon sissy you gotta catch up. Last night here!”

You roll your eyes but smirk at Luke, “Some of us want to leave this city alive, Lukey.”

“I’ll give you $1000 to do whatever Jack and Taryn say for the next hour,” Quinn smirks, clearly wasted as he chuckles.

“Just because you’re making millions every year doesn’t mean you have to do insane shit like this,” you laugh as Quinn stares you down. “Fucking stop it, I’m not taking your money.”

“Cause you’re a pussy,” Quinn slurs as he slams his hands onto the table. “Take the money!”

“Okay you’re cut off buddy,” Jack slings his arm around Quinn’s shoulder. “C’mon let’s-“

“Fine I’ll do it,” you lean across the table, matching Quinn’s stare. “Let’s go bitch.”

Taryn, Jack, Luke, and Matthew are staring at you and Quinn wide eyed, unsure of if they should intervene in whatever pissing contest the two of you are in the middle of.

“You’re really gonna let me and Jack be in charge of you,” Taryn asks warily and you shrug. “Your funeral. More shots!”

Three rounds of shots later and everyone at your table is giggling and making jokes. You’re completely sitting on Matthew’s lap at this point, arms casually strung around his neck as he squeezes you close.

Quinn had disappeared a little while back and Luke is currently not so inconspicuously making out with the waitress who’d just gotten off her shift. Jack and Taryn are whispering in the corner of the booth and you watch them with curious eyes. You know they’re planning something insane for you to do but you can’t hear them over the pounding music in the club.

Your body is keyed up, equal parts adrenaline and alcohol coursing through you as you wiggle on Matthew’s lap. He groans and squeezes your hips in a tight hold.

“Stop moving so damn much,” Matthew whispers against your neck as he tries to hold you in place. “Or your seat is about to get real uncomfortable.”

“We have a new challenge,” Jack smirks at you, pulling you away from Matthew’s words even as a blush spreads across your cheeks. “It’s a good one too.”

“I’m ready, hit me with your best shot.”

“We go down the street to the wedding chapel, we take some pictures of you with some random guy, and then we send them in the family group chat and act like you got eloped.”

“What the fuck,” you spit out between bouts of laughter. “How did you even think of that?”

Taryn grins and turns to Jack, “Between the two of us there’s a lot of evil genius going on here.”

“Alright let’s go,” you shuffle off of Matthew’s lap and out of the booth. You’re barely standing for ten seconds before his hands are on your waist again. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to get rid of Matty long enough to ask someone to pose for a photo with me.”

Taryn gasps excitedly as she looks between the two of you, “Perfect! We can pretend you two got eloped! I think both of our moms would die if they saw that.”

You snort as you start to make your way down the street, “I think my mother would kill me if I actually got eloped in Vegas.”

The two blocks to the chapel go by quickly, the four of you standing in front of neon letters and flashing lights. The retro themed chapel boasts 24 hour wedding services and their reputation as the elopement destination of the stars.

“Ohhh they even have one of those convertibles you can take pictures in,” Taryn gasps as she spots the neon pink car. “I bet you could even get a veil!”

You’re laughing so hard that you don’t even notice Taryn going inside the chapel. When she comes back she’s bouncing around excitedly as she looks between you and Matthew.

“It’s only $75 to get married,” Taryn smirks. “I think you two should do it.”

“That would definitely make the Christmas card,” Jack nods enthusiastically. “Do it!”

“I’m not eloping right now,” you scoff as you cross your arms. “I would not make it home alive!”

Jack and Taryn only glance at each other before your brother speaks up, “You still have about 10 minutes left of the hour so… you won’t win Quinn’s bet if you say no.”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” your voice rises a few octaves as you look from Jack and Taryn to Matthew who has a smirk on his lips. “Why are you smirking? I don’t like that.”

“What, you don’t wanna marry me? C’mon baby,” Matthew coos as he steps closer to you while you laugh. “Promise I’ll make a good husband.”

Matthew is too close, clouding your brain with dangerous thoughts as you meet his eyes. In one quick movement, his lips are pressed against yours, Jack and Taryn cheering excitedly in the background as you enthusiastically kiss Matthew back. When you pull apart your chest is heaving as he holds you close.

“Should I get down on one knee?” Matthew grins widely, his eyes bright as he watches you.

“Baby, the only time I ever want to see a grown man on his knees in front of me is when his face is between my legs,” you relish in the way Matthew drops his jaw, his fingers digging into your side. “C’mon Tkachuk before I change my mind.”

The rest of the night is a blur between taking shots and reciting your vows to Matthew. After you’d officially tied the knot Taryn insisted on taking about a thousand photos of you and Matthew with your insistence that none of them actually go to the family group chat. Taryn easily agreed and once she was satisfied her and Jack ran off to the casinos leaving you with your husband.

“Sooo,” Matthew grins as he pulls you closer. You had changed into a short white dress before your impromptu marriage, the fabric clinging tightly to your hips. “Does this mean we get to consummate the marriage?”

“If you buy me pizza and tell me I’m pretty,” you laugh as you walk away from Matthew. He catches up quickly, arms wrapping around you as his lips find your neck once again.

“Baby, you’re fucking stunning,” he groans as he holds you close. “And I’d buy a damn pizza chain to keep you in my arms all night.”

“Okay then hubby, lead the way,” you giggle as Matthew chases you down the street, both of you alive with joy as you run the rest of the way back to your hotel.

#matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk fic #matthew tkachuk imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #hockey fanfic #hockey fic #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #brady tkachuk #nina writes

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minisugakoobies · 11 months

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Sunny! I’d like to request #5 on the dirty texts with anyone - smutty dealers choice!

Ooooh, dealers choice?? Hmmm… I gotta go Yoongi on this one, I have not (and will never) recovered from the D Day tour. 😵‍💫

This was supposed to be a drabble but it's well over 1k so… sorry about that!! 💕

Title: Out of the Bag Now Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: friends to lovers?, a bit cracky, smut, Coworkers!AU Rating: M(18+) Warnings: accidentally dirty texts, misunderstandings, mutual pining, masturbation (m), almost turns into phone sex, reader is flustered af (in the best way!), ends on a cute note, prompt is highlighted in bold

You: Okay, so we have everything ready for the presentation tomorrow?

Yoongi: Yeah, we're good to go

Yoongi: Nothing to worry about, so try to get a good night's sleep

Yoongi: I know you didn't sleep before March's shareholder meeting

Glancing at the last text message, you sigh wistfully.

For over a year now, you've been madly in love with your coworker, Min Yoongi. Ok, love might be stretching it a bit. You're wildly in lust with the man.

He's everything you've ever wanted in a partner - cool, calm, collected, clever as fuck with an acerbic wit that always makes you laugh (while praying that you'll never been on the receiving end of its sharp sting). Plus, he's absolutely gorgeous, the kind of guy that people would use an example of "have you ever seen a man so beautiful you cried?"

Or maybe that's just you.

But he is strikingly handsome, and makes your knees go weak when he favors you with one of his rare smiles. They usually come out when he's being sweet to you. Like when he's making sure you're getting enough sleep.

So yeah, you're head over heels for him. If only you had the guts to do anything about it.

You: I'll try

You: But you too! No late night movie marathons again, Yoongi

You: Boss's orders

That's just a dumb joke between the two of you. You're colleagues, on the same level, but Yoongi had insisted that you take the lead on this project, since you had more familiarity with the product than he did. Another check in the "pros" column - he's a man who supports his other colleagues and isn't afraid to take orders.

Yoongi: Yes boss

Yoongi: You can't see it but I'm saluting you right now

He sends a few emojis through and you giggle. For the last few weeks, the two of you have been texting back and forth after hours. It's mostly shop talk, but lately the conversations have dragged on and on, drifting into the late night hours. As this one has. You've already finished your nightly skincare and have moved on to your dental routine.

Yoongi: Seriously though, try not to stress about tomorrow

You: Honestly, I'm not! I'm feeling pretty confident about this

Yoongi: Good. Then you can just relax tonight

You: That's the plan

You balance your phone in one hand while using your electric toothbrush with the other. Yoongi cracks a joke, and your response is a little mangled by your sole thumb's lack of dexterity.

You: Sorry abour any typos

You: I'm like typing with one hand

Three grey dots dance across your screen for a few seconds.

Yoongi: Oh shit, you're REALLY relaxing. I didn't realize it was that type of conversation

You spit into the sink, brow furrowing as you reread his message. What does he mean by that?

Then you scroll up and nearly scream. "I'm like typing with one hand"?? Oh my god, why the fuck did you say that to him? He doesn't know that you meant you were brushing your teeth!

Frantically, you start typing out a response, erasing and starting over a few times, trying to figure out the best way to say "hey no I'm a dumbass who was just brushing my teeth and not touching myself to you" even though the fact is that you have touched yourself while thinking about him, several times actually, but that's neither here or there -

and then a new message appears.

Yoongi: Hold on, let me catch up

Excuse me??

Your phone buzzes with an incoming call and you nearly throw it into the sink in shock when you see that it's Yoongi calling. It takes a few seconds for the command to answer the call to get from your brain to your finger.

"Yoongi?"

A happy sigh greets you. "Fuck, that's better. Wanted to hear your voice."

The floor seems like the safest place to be right now, so you collapse onto it, leaning back against the cabinets under the sink.

"You did?"

"Oh yeah. You've got such a pretty voice, YN. Bet it sounds even sweeter when you're coming," Yoongi rumbles, that's the only word for it, he rumbles in that deep-ass voice of his, and you slide until you're just lying on your back, staring up at the bathroom ceiling, waiting for death to claim you, because how the fuck are you supposed to go on living after this?

"I - um - thank you?"

Yoongi laughs, but there's a slight hiccup in it, and it dawns on you what he's doing right now while he's talking to you. He's catching up. Images flood your brain - Yoongi lying on a couch, or maybe on a bed, hand tucked into his pants, fingers wrapped around a hard cock - and you choke on your own saliva.

"You ok?"

"Yeah! Yes. I'm fine, thank you."

He chuckles again, and it's physically impossible but you swear you can feel the vibrations through the phone. "You sure? You sound a little flustered."

"Oh, I'm sorry." What the fuck are you supposed to be saying to him right now? You're pretty sure it's not apologizing, but that's what you do anyway.

"Don't be. It's really cute."

Well thank fuck for that.

"Yoongi," you steady yourself with a deep breath, "what I said earlier… I didn't mean I was touching myself."

Silence. A lot of silence. It's a relief when he speaks again, but it fades quickly as you catch the disappointment in his voice.

"Oh shit, really? I - fuck." Now who's flustered? "What - what were you doing?"

"Brushing my teeth."

"Oh. Huh." He sighs, sounding deflated. "Guess I just jumped to a conclusion that I… wanted."

"Oh," you echo. "That's…" Incredible? Unbelievable? The best thing you've heard since you were born?

"Listen, YN, I'm so sorry. This whole thing was just - fuck, just really inappropriate, and if I've made you feel uncomfortable, I'm truly sor-"

Sitting up, you wave your arm to stop him. As if he can see you right now. "No, no! Yoongi. Wait. It's not like that. I wasn't doing anything right now but… but I have."

More silence. You bite your lip as you wait for him to catch up, for real this time.

"You mean…"

"I mean, I've t-touched myself while thinking about you. Before." Clearing your throat, you cover your eyes with your free hand, hiding your face from an invisible audience. Somehow, it emboldens you to keep talking. "A lot, actually."

He exhales shakily. "Really?"

"Yeah. Yeah, really." Uncovering your face, you stand, propping yourself up against the counter as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Is that really you having this discussion right now? You start to laugh.

"I don't think I'm getting the joke," Yoongi says slowly.

"Holy shit, this is just so surreal, Yoongi," you inform him. "I never in a million years thought I'd be admitting that I - Jesus, that I masturbate to thoughts of you! Not over the phone like this. Maybe after like-"

"A date?"

You huff out another laugh. "After a dozen, maybe. This is… I'm extremely out of my depth here."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I think you're doing a great job." He's laughing now, too, and it makes you grin so wide your cheeks actually hurt. "How about this - you let me take you on a date tomorrow night, to celebrate our successful presentation, and maybe by the end of the night, we'll know where we stand on the timeline for surprising confessions?"

"Okay. Yeah. Yes." You close your mouth to prevent yourself from continuously accepting his offer.

"Great. Then… I'll see you tomorrow." His voice drops to a soft whisper. "Sweet dreams, YN."

"Good night, Yoongi."

Okay, so you may have lied to him. Because there's no way you're getting any sleep tonight.

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#bts smut #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #min yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi fanfic

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goroaix · 1 year

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〘 Maybe Teyvat could be a home after all. 〙

Lumine x gn reader. Slight hints of depression/loneliness. Descriptions of injuries. Slight spoilers for 3.2

Lumine had come to terms with being alone.

It was something that was foreign, always had been from the moment of her conception to this very second, yet she had no choice in her isolation.

There was something within her that always longed to be with another, someone that understood her on a level that Paimon couldn't. And, as much as she loved the pixie, it wasn't the same as her brother and nothing would ever be.

Her blade felt dull to the touch, the sharp edge still able to slice through even the thickest of metal, yet it has lost its sheen. It has no lustre of its former days as the weapon of light and Lumine felt something similar to mourning bubble within her chest.

Was it so much to want to leave? To go back to how it had all been before? Teyvat wasn't her home and no matter how long she spent here, she doubted it ever would be.

"Hey, are you okay?" Paimon asked, floating to beside her. She wasn't in the mood, not right now.

"I'm fine," she said, managing to force a smile. "Can you get me some sweet flowers, please? I'll make sweet madame for us tonight."

"Yes! Paimon is on it!" The girl was almost a blur as she sped away in search of the flowers and Lumine sighed, letting the weapon clatter to the floor, her chin resting on her knees. She had been through two nations with nothing but a growing sense of despair. Everything was all crumbling between her fingers faster than she could ever hope to rebuild it.

All she wanted was her brother.

The breeze that brushed along her cheeks was cool and comforting, bringing along something that made her her heart hurt a little less.

"Shall I leave them here?" An unfamiliar voice said suddenly, prompting her to look up to see a beautiful person standing a few metres away with arms full of sweet flowers. "Ah, is this your friend?"

Lumine had known and gorgeous beautiful people from far and wide, yet she couldn't help but feel a little shy under this person's inquisitive gaze.

"She is! Lumine, meet my new friend!" Paimon chirped, stating their name seconds later and Lumine repeated it - tasting it on her tongue before smiling something a little less strained, more natural.

"It's nice to meet you."

It was on night's like this where she couldn't sleep, where the warm breeze brushed over her face as slept under the stars with only the moon as a witness to her tumultuous thoughts.

"You're still awake?" A whisper drew her out of her stupour and she lookrd up, eyes meeting the familiar visage of the person she had came to trust as her own. "Something on your mind?"

"Kind of," she answered, shuffling up on her makeshift bed of leaves and a blanket, a warm body laying down beside her. "It's nothing."

"Are you cold?"

A moment of silence passed.

"A little."

"You should say something." Their voice was so soft, so soothing, and the rush of warm air that enveloped them both was enough to have her eyes closing - lulled into comfort. "You're too busy to fall ill."

"I don't get sick."

"You don't?"

Her heart betrayed her, a beat skipped ad fingers brushed against her cheek. "No."

"I envy you."

You shouldn't, she thought. There's nothing worthwhile to envy.

Yet she said nothing, instead letting herself be embraced, a head resting against her shoulder while the cold was warded off for the night.

The shogun walked with purpose, sword crackling with electro as it lifted above when head, ready to deliver the finishing blow.

Lumine's eyes were barely open, her chest feeling like it would cave in on itself with every ragged inhale. Shocks of electricity ran through her muscle, making her fingered twitch yet she didn't have the energy to move.

The footsteps against wood echoed.

Was this where she would die?

She closed her eyes, accepting her fate. If she was to be murdered in plain view, then so be it. If this was what it meant to end the loneliness, then she would lie here and take it.

Yet when she felt the crackle of energy make her hair stand up on end, and then heard the clang of metal on metal, Lumine knew that her story would not finish here.

The shogun's attack had been parried.

Warm, comforting arms picked her up, carrying her away with relief bleeding into her body, easing all the aches. There would never be an injury that lingered so long as Lumine had them.

"That's not safe!" Lumine pleaded, her limbs feeling like they were weighed down as she tried to crawl forward. "You can't! You won't win!"

"And you will?" Their eyes were full of apology, unwillingness to leave as clear as the countless nights skies they had witnessed together. "He's tried to hurt you. He has hurt you. I'll... I'll stall for time."

"NO!" Her throat burned from how loud it was yet they didn't dare look back, anemo vision glowing like an emerald on their hip as they entered the theatre, the false god only inches away. "No, no! Come back, come back!"

Her body refused to move, a sob bubbling from the depths of her chest as she heard the sounds of concrete breaking, of a sword hitting divine metal with enough force to rupture eardrums.

"Come back," she begged, seeing warm crimson drip onto the floor. "Please."

And it was just as she heard a horrific crack that the Samsara restarted, her heart pounding in her chest from fear and adrenaline.

"Are you okay?" They asked and she nodded, only to touch her cheek and realise she was crying.

"I'm okay." And it was the truth.

"You know"-they sighed, the breath tickling her ear-"you seem happier these days."

"Do I?" The stars were brighter than ever before. "I feel the same."

"You smile more often." A hand was laced with hers, fingers tightly intertwined with one another in a way that had butterflies forming in her stomach. "You're so pretty when you smile."

"Stop embarrassing me."

"You don't mean that." Their thumb brushed over the scar that they were unable to heal, the only injury that had escaped their efforts of always tending to her - of sewing every broken hearted piece of her back together with painstaking care. "I'll go sleep next to Paimon then."

"Hey, I was just joki-" Lumine huffed when they started to laugh. "You're such an ass. Go sleep next to her. She'll kick you."

Their hands had yet to seperate and she wouldn't let them, not when the heat that radiated from them was so comforting. "I'd rather sleep beside you."

This smoothed the slight frown, the darkness no longer as daunting.

Somehow, loneliness wasn't as prevelant in her life as before.

#lumine x reader #traveler x reader #lumine fanfic #lumine fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines

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panickingpansexuality · 1 year

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Bowser x Peach Pt. 3

Second part

That night Bowser made an attempt to comb his spinkey red hair, and put on a decent shirt and pants. His children took note of it first, five of them already at the table when he arrived.

"Woah dad." Roy said as the King took a seat.

"Is all that for Mama?"

"Yes." The King said, "I want her to see that I'm trying."

"She knows you are dad." Ludwig said, "But to be honest I think she's hear for us more than you, Iggy said that she hasnt gotten one of our letters and you shouldve seen the way she lit up when Jr woke her up."

Bowser sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Where's Wendy and Morton?"

"Getting ready with Mama." Lemmy said, "Wendy said that she wanted her and Mama to match tonight."

Bowser tried (and failed) to hold back his smile. Then the doors opened and he stood ready to fight but he relaxed as soon as he saw who it was.

Wendy and Peach were both were pink and white dresses, Wendy's was a pink dress with white spots while Peach wore a pink dress with white in between the ruffles of the dress so that the dress changed when she moved, but it wasnt just the color that surprised him. Peachs' dress was also sleeveless with a sweetheart neckline.

Morton came in behind them wearing a brown skirt and a black shirt with an electric guitar on the front.

"Mama said this was ok to wear." Morton said.

"NO FAIR! Lemmy whined, he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "I wanted to wear a skirt.."

"Why didn't you?" Peach asked, "I'm sure you wouldve looked lovely."

"Dad I couldnt wear it."

"Lemmy," Bowaer sighed. "Your skirt is singed and has more holes than skirt and since you refuse to throw it out I'm not getting a new one until you do."

Peach giggled and got the other two children seated, she went to sit but Bowser pulled out her chair for her.

With a blush Peach sat down thanking him.

Dinner was served steak and mushrooms with wine for the two adults.

"So," Bowser Jr. Said. "How come you too dont sleep in the same bed?"

Peach coughed into her napkin and Bowser spat his drink all over the table, Mort thinking this was funny did it as well, the two adults were too stunned by the question to react.

"Well," Peach said coughing. "Only married couples do that."

Bowser nodded

"Well then get married." Jr said as if the answer was obvious.

"Well the thing is," Peach said "Your dad and I.."

Seven little eyes looked at her waiting for the answer, but Princess Peach unable to disappoint the children sighed.

"Have royal things to work our before we can think about marriage."

"Like what?" Jr asked.

"Adult things." Bowser said, "now finish your food."

"But I wanna know too!" Wendy piped up

"Yeah!" Morton and Lemmy piped up.

"If you finish your food I'll tell you all the details about marriage between two countries." Peach promised.

She looked over ar Boweser for approval who was suppressing his smile, the boring details were always enough to make anyone fall asleep (even Peach).

When dinner was finished Peach walked with Bowser to the children's rooms.

"So.." Bowser said nervously, "have you thought about it?"

"Hm?"

"Marriage." Bowser said, "Your kingdom is prosperous enough as it is and you have no real need to marry for power so you're free for love."

Peach flushed and kept her eyes forward.

"If this is a way of asking me to marry you-"

"No!" Bowser said quickly. "I meant just in general, I'm sure Mario's made his intentions known."

"No," Peach said, "We've never actually been on a date, and Luigi, sweet as he is, is planning on courting Daisy."

Bowser gave Peach a squinted stare.

"What?" She said noticing his glare.

"That's such a lie."

"And you have evidence of this?"

"Mario rescues you every time I come get you! I thought maybe you were both of the brothers one time but when it was only Mario I knew it had to be him."

"Mario likes adventure and I'm his friend, saving his friend fits right into what he likes."

"Oh please!" Bowser scoffed "I'm not stupid."

"No," Peach stated, "Just stubborn."

"Stubborn?!" Bowser growled out. "I'm no such thing."

Peach held in her laughter for only a few moments before it came out in glorious waves, at first Bowser was stunned but the infectious sound got to him and he began to chuckle as well.

#bowser x peach #bowser #king koopa #wendy koopa #kammy koopa #mario bros #princess peach #princess toadstool #mushroom kingdom

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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His Queen Pt15- Secret Of The Tomb

Years Later

Larry set up a new planetarium program so we all getting ready for the grand reopening, but for the last few weeks I haven't been feeling well, which is very strange. Now tonight I feel even worse, weak and I have been coughing, like I am right now

"My love are you alright?" Ahk asks me

"Ahk something not right. Is the tablet safe?" I ask. Ahk walks over to the tablet, I walk behind him and we notice a green erosion. Ahk and I look at one another before he runs off to find Larry. Not long later Ahk returns

Have you ever seen it like this before?" Larry asks

"Never. This corrosion has never happened before. It's always been exactly the same"

"I wonder what's up with it"

"I have no idea. And to be honest... my father knew the secrets of the tablet better than I did. Unfortunately, he swore he'd never reveal them. He never did" I start coughing again just as Ahk looses his balance

"You both okay?"

"Yes I'm ok" I answer

"I'm fine"

"Just take it easy out there tonight, all right? you guys have got 15 minutes till showtime. We're gonna figure this out tomorrow" Larry walks out of our exhibit

"I'm nervous about tonight" I announce

"I know. So am I" Ahk pulls me in for a hug.

Ahk and I watch on the sidelines as Teddy starts

Since 1869, when I was a mere boy of 11... this museum has been a shining beacon to our great city. Tonight we'll expand our horizons even further... to the Sun, the Moon, and the stars. From our very beginning mankind has looked to the heavens and given names to what he saw. The constellations. I thought you might like to meet them" Sacagawea opened the door and all the stars come flying out. Dexter then comes out doing tricks but then it all starts to go wrong. I begin coughing as Ahk has to hold onto a pillar for support.

Everyone is now sat on the staircase looking disappointed in themselves, even the animals

"Guys what was going on out there? seriously what were you thinking? Attila what were you doing with that dolphin man? their the most peaceful creatures

and you're hacking into it like it was The Cove or something. Did you see the look on Regis Philbin's face?"

"Reeju?" Attila says sadly

"Yeah, Reeju. Teddy, what were you doing pointing a gun at me?" Larry now turns attention to Teddy

"Forgive me, Lawrence. I don't know what came over me"

"Do you even remember that?"

"Not at all. Laaa, shut that down!" Laa is the new caveman. He seams to have taken a liking to Larry "It's a defibrillator. Put it down. It's dangerous! Laaa, that's electricity. Those aren't headphones. Stop it!" Dexter then start to wee on Larry which makes him angry "Oh! Hey! Whoa! Dexter! What are you doing? Honestly, if you're gonna act like a baby, then I'll get you some diapers. You want diapers again?"

"Ease up on the reins there, hoss. Can't you see? He feels terrible! Hell, we all do!" Jed says to Larry

"I don't know what's going on with everybody here... but tonight was really weird. Really weird"

"We feel awful. Something took hold of us like an evil spell" Octavius now adds

"Yeah, like we just weren't ourselves" Jed finishes

"Could this be to do with Ahks tablet?" I ask

"Maybe. I'll see if I can dig anything up"

"Woah cowboy what's going on with the tablet"

"Nothing for you to worry about" Larry checks his watch "it's nearly sunrise. Everyone go to your exhibits. I'll figure this out ok?" we all nod our head and get up. Ahk and I make our way to the Egyptology Department and into our sarcophagus

"Larry will help us, he always does" Ahk says as we lay down. The Jackals coming over to put our lids on

"I know, I'm just worried that this will be 3rd time unluckily" I sigh as I'm consumed with darkness. I close my eyes and fall asleep.

#ahkmenrah imagine #ahkmenrah x reader #ahk #ahkmenrah #a night at the museum #larry daley

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[CW: This story post will contain a description of the game's ACROPHOBIA scene, as well as depiction of emetophobia. Keep an eye out for the RED and GREEN tags indicating the beginning and ending of these sections if you wish to avoid them! Stay safe!]

Some things... are better off forgotten. ...right?

Thankfully, Omori spared Sunny the discomfort of White Space before he woke up this time, and he found himself in his room instead, staring up at the ceiling as his brain struggled to process what just happened.

The thoughts were already fading away, a relic of Headspace that the real world wanted to push away. Maybe that was for the best right now.

The room was dark, and the only sound was the chirping of crickets outside -- well, that, and the faint beeping of the phone indicating a new message.

He took a moment to gather himself before standing up, going to the phone and listening to the message.

"Hi, Sunny! It's Mommy. I'm still in the city setting things up for our new home. Did you finish packing your things yet? There are only a few days left before the movers come. I've left a list of chores for you to do before they arrive. Also -- sorry, Mommy messed up! I forgot to let the electric company know that we need a few more days before we're ready to move, so the lights might cut out sometime tonight. Anyways... I know it may seem scary to move to a new place right now, but the change of scenery might be a positive thing for both of us. I know you haven't talked to anyone in a while, but... you might want to see your friends before we leave. I know Kel has been trying to get a hold of you ever since we put our house up for sale. He's been calling at least once a week for the past few months! He seems lonely... maybe you should pay him a visit? It might do both of you some good. But... that's it for now. Mommy loves you! Bye, honey!"

The phone clicked as the message ended. Sunny stood there for a moment, processing his mother's words in his head.

Of course, there would be things to do. Moving is a big deal, apparently. He can't just sleep the days away anymore, unfortunately...

But what about Kel? He didn't recall any calls from Kel.

... he'd have to worry about that later.

He looked back at the bed, ready to go back to sleep, but his stomach growled. He hadn't eaten in a while... maybe it would be better if he got a snack first.

His eyes drifted to the note on the wall. 'Hi, Sunny! This is a note from Mommy. I left some food for you in the fridge downstairs. It's steak, your favorite! Love you, XOXO'

Steak was his favorite. He turned and left the room, feeling his way through the darkness.

[WARNING: ACROPHOBIA AHEAD. Look for the GREEN tag to skip it!]

He found the edge of the stairs and took a deep breath, grabbing onto the railing and slowly taking a couple steps down. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his body trembled with it, making his movements uneven. His eyes drifted towards the bottom, putting a pit in his stomach and making him feel dizzy.

... I can't do it.

He quickly went back up instead, leaning against the rail and taking a few deep breaths to steady himself.

I'll eat later. I just... wanna go back to bed.

He quickly went back to his bedroom and flung himself back into his bed, closing his eyes and trying to will himself back to sleep.

... his stomach growled. He was still too hungry to sleep.

He had no choice but to go back.

He sighed as he got up and left his room, his ears ringing as he stepped out. The whole area was blanketed in shadows, and the only thing illuminating it was an eerie red light shining through the window. It was almost like it was calling his name.

A moment of panic ran through him and he quickly tried opening the door instead, but it was locked. He fiddled with the knob desperately, but to no avail. It wasn't going to budge.

He trembled as he finally went to face the staircase again.

... was it always that tall?

He started trembling again as he stared down it, slowly descending it, step by step. He gripped the railing with both hands as he walked, keeping himself from falling to, presumably, his death.

He could see dark hands reaching out of the shadows, trying to grab at him and pull him down. Whispers echoed in his ears, but he forced himself to ignore them. His hunger was the only force driving him forward.

A kitchen knife rested on the steps in front of him. He picked it up and kept going, holding it out as if it would cut through the darkness in front of him as we walked.

The whispers grew louder. The hands came closer. His heart beat faster. His ears were ringing. His head was spinning. He had to keep going. Just keep going. Don't look behind you. Don't look beside you. Keep walking. Keep walking. You're almost there. You're almost there. You're almost --

Something suddenly grabbed him from behind, stopping him in his tracks.

He trembled more as he stared into the darkness. The darkness stared back, grinning up at him with a wide smile.

He wanted to run. He couldn't run. There was nowhere to run, anyway.

Desperately, he slashed at the darkness, hoping to hit whatever was out there. Whatever was mocking him. His attacks did nothing.

He could feel something pushing him... something pulling him... something dragging him down further. He felt like he was falling. He tried gripping the railing. There was no railing to grip. There was nothing holding him in place.

... suddenly, a familiar voice.

"Sunny..."

He paused for a second, trying to single out the voice over the sound of the mocking whispers.

"Take a deep breath... don't be afraid. It's not as scary as you think."

Who was talking to him? It wasn't the darkness. The darkness was mocking him. This voice was trying to help him.

Nonetheless, he didn't really have any better ideas. He listened to the voice, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

He felt his heartbeat start to level out, and his trembling slowed. He was calming down.

He continued to breathe, blocking out the darkness around him, and it finally faded away.

[END OF ACROPHOBIA. Continue reading from here!]

He found himself back at the bottom of the stairs. Everything was back to normal -- the darkness was gone... well, mostly. The house was still dark, but nowhere near as shadowy as before. The red glow from the window was gone, too.

A bit of relief washed over Sunny, and he went to the kitchen. He earned his food now.

Funny... the knife had ended up on the counter. He was sure he was just holding it a moment ago. No matter... he picked it back up anyway.

He then went to the fridge and opened it, and sure enough, there was a steak inside.

... it was raw cold. He should probably heat it up before he ate it.

He placed it in the microwave, turning it on for a minute. He watched it spin around inside, and the beeps rang through the house once it was finished.

He pulled it out and set it on the counter, going to dig in. At last... something to fill his belly!

[WARNING: EMETOPHOBIA AHEAD. Look for the GREEN tag to skip it!]

... or not.

He had only just swallowed it, and already he felt nauseous. It didn't agree well with him. Of course it didn't.

Ugh... he had to go back up the stairs to go to the bathroom.

He held his breath as he dragged himself back up the stairs, hobbling his way to the bathroom and keeping a hand over his mouth to keep himself from heaving right then and there.

Finally... he made it. He quickly went to the toilet, hunching over it as he threw up his dinner.

Gross. It always tastes worse the second time.

He flushed it down and stayed there for a moment, taking deep breaths to settle himself.

[END OF EMETOPHOBIA. Continue reading from here!]

... a knock on the door distracted him for a moment. Who could be knocking this late at night? Maybe Mommy came home? But why would she need to knock?

He slowly got back up, going down the stairs and walking to the front door.

"Hey, Sunny! It's Mari! I'm finally home... but I forgot my keys. Could you get the door for me, please?"

... Mari?

He stood there and stared at the door for a bit, his heart racing. Could it really be Mari? Maybe it is. Just maybe! He wouldn't want to keep her waiting. But what if it wasn't Mari? ... but it sounds like her. It must be her. It must be!

He slowly opened the door...--

That's not Mari.

He immediately slammed it closed again and held it there, trembling. That wasn't Mari. That was definitely not Mari. What was that? Not Mari. That's all that matters. It's not Mari. He can't let it in. It can't be in the house. That... creature isn't allowed here.

He raced back up the stairs as fast as he could, ducking into his bed and pulling the covers up. Sleep would distract him from this. Sleep would keep him safe.

He closed his eyes, letting his mind drift away...

He finally woke back up in White Space, his body and mind calm again. Omori crouched over him, blinking and tilting his head.

"You're back."

"... y-yeah... sorry. I was just..."

His voice trailed off. What was he doing?

"... never mind."

Omori stared at him for a moment longer before shrugging and standing up.

"Let me know when you're ready."

"... okay."

He stayed laying there for a bit longer, enjoying the feeling of safety that White Space provided. It wasn't much... but it was enough. A place to survive.

Mewo padded over to him and sniffed him.

"Meow?"

"... hi, Mewo..."

He gently pulled her in closer, stroking her soft fur gently.

His eyes drifted around the space. Omori laid nearby, taking a moment for himself... and, for once, leaving the laptop up for grabs. Sunny seized the opportunity and sneaked over, booting it up.

... the screen glitched the moment it turned on.

What remained looked like... a list? "HANGMAN" was written across the top.

Hangman... why did it want him to play Hangman?

He brushed the thought aside and closed the laptop instead. He wasn't in the mood for games, especially on Omori's laptop. If he got caught, he might get in trouble...

A soft thud rumbled through White Space, catching his attention. He got up and went to look, avoiding the hands standing guard around the area, and found a map.

All of Headspace was sketched out on it, but it was all blacked out. No matter... a map is a map. It might come in handy.

He tucked it away in his pocket, returning to the center of White Space. He gazed towards the door, an adventurous feeling soaring through him again.

"... Omori? I'm ready..."

"... okay."

Omori stood up, calling forth the red hands again as he led the way back through the door -- of course, their friends were waiting for them again.

Aubrey ran forward first, followed by the boys.

"Thank goodness you're both here! We were getting worried!"

"Have either of you seen Basil..? We can't find him anywhere..."

"Basil?..."

Sunny paused and blinked a bit as he tried thinking about what happened to Basil. The last thing he remembered wa--

The thought quickly erased itself from his mind, replaced by another one.

"No need to think about that now."

Why not? Basil was his friend.

"It's not important. He's fine. No need to worry about him. All he does is cause trouble, anyway."

He blinked a bit, feeling a bit fuzzy. Maybe it was better not to think about it for now...

"We should go tell Mari you're okay..." Hero suggested. "She's been worried sick!"

Sunny nodded, and Omori took the lead again, guiding them back out into Headspace.

The moment they made it out, something caught Sunny's attention. A black key sat on the ground -- the letter "A" was sketched into it.

He slowly went over, lightly brushing it with his fingers. It felt cold and sharp, but it faded away nearly immediately, leaving a tiny hole in the ground.

"Sunny. What are you doing?" Omori called him back over, and Sunny paused as he went back to the group.

"... sorry."

One of the red hands went to his side, making sure he stayed close. Great.

The park was bustling as usual, and Mari sat on her blanket, an anxious look in her eyes. She gazed into the trees, seeming to talk to something there, though the group approaching caught her attention and she perked up, relief flooding over her as she got up and ran to greet Sunny, scooping him into a hug.

"Sunny! There you are -- thank goodness you're okay! Don't worry me like that, little brother!"

Sunny paused, hugging back onto her and closing his eyes as he enjoyed her presence. This was Mari.

"... sorry, Mari..."

"... I can't stay mad at you." she sighed out, giving him a final small squeeze before pulling away. "Where's Basil...? Isn't he with you?"

"... no."

"He's right..." Hero nodded solemnly. "The last thing I remember was sorting through his photos in his house... then, next thing I know... me, Aubrey, and Kel are waking up in our room."

"At least we found Omori and Sunny..." Aubrey chimed in. "... but I still hope Basil's okay. Who's going to protect him now...?"

"Don't be such a downer, Aubrey! We'll find him together!" Kel huffed encouragingly, and Mari nodded with a smile.

"You're absolutely right, Kel. It's times like these when we gotta stay positive!"

"Well... we might as well start looking at Basil's house, since that's where we last remember seeing him." Hero offered. "There might be something we missed..."

"That's the spirit, Hero! You know where to find me if you need me." Mari encouraged. "Good luck!"

"Thanks, Mari!" Aubrey grinned at her, and Omori went to lead the group back down towards Basil's house.

The trail there felt... sad. The flowers were starting to wilt, so naturally, Sunny insisted they stopped and watered them. It only felt right, with Basil not around to take care of them. Other than that... it felt empty without Basil's voice rambling on about each of the plants and worrying over them.

The house itself already had a small hole in the floor. The potted plants inside looked sad and tired, but Basil was nowhere to be seen. There wasn't even any evidence of him being there.

As the friends discussed where he could be, Sunny gazed into the hole. It was dark and deep, and it almost felt like something was staring back up at him. Voices filled his mind again, blocking everything else out...

Basil sat alone in the darkness, sniffling and trembling. Not here again. Please, anywhere but here again. He didn't want to be here. He didn't. He didn't--

"... back again, are we?"

The sudden voice made him jump, and he looked back with fear in his eyes.

"U-um-"

There stood Stranger, escorting Abbi back to Blackspace. His glowing eyes were all Basil could see, piercing straight into his soul. The gaze sent chills down his spine.

"... so he's started the cycle again. I feared this would happen. But don't worry... I'll make sure this is the last time."

"... what... what do you mean..."

"You is... lost here? Basil... flower boy..." Abbi tilted her head as she studied poor Basil. He shifted back uncomfortably, giving her a wary look.

"How do you know my name...?"

"Oh... sorry! I am... no mean to... afraid you. My name... am Abbi... a friend!" She offered her hand to Basil, and he stared at it warily before very reluctantly going to take it.

"Um... nice to... meet you? I think..."

"Very nice!"

"... enough with introductions." Stranger sighed, shaking his head. "If you wish for the cycle to end, you must join us. Please..."

"No way!" Basil immediately snapped, glaring up at him. "Why would I do that?"

"It's the only way we're going to survive this."

"I don't believe you!"

"I only speak the TRUTH, flower boy. You should too, if you want this to be over."

"... I don't know what you're talking about."

Basil snatched up the key on the ground beside him, backing away again and putting his wings around himself in an almost protective stance.

"I'll die here before I join the likes of you!"

The words sent a shudder down Stranger's spine, and he flinched back before forcing himself to calm down.

"... die here you will. I thought you'd know that by now. But it seems we're going to keep our separate ways for longer than I hoped."

Basil ignored the warning and bolted through the first door he saw, leaving them alone again.

The group had searched through the entire forest, but still no sign of Basil anywhere. Finally, they went back to Mari in hopes to regroup- though their discouraged faces only made her worry grow.

"How's it going? Any sign of Basil yet?"

"No luck so far..." Hero sighed out. "We've searched the entire forest."

"Oh... I'm so sorry, guys. I wish I could help more..."

"We're all doing our best... but maybe we should look beyond the forest."

The idea suddenly made Kel speak up.

"I know! Why don't we try that really tall ladder east of the stump?"

The very mention of it made Sunny's stomach drop -- but luckily, Aubrey was there to defend him.

"We can't do that! Sunny's scared of heights, remember?"

"But what if Basil is up there somewhere? We gotta take our chances!" Kel insisted.

Aubrey huffed at him, crossing her arms. "I know, but--"

"Sunny..." Mari stepped in, going up to Sunny. "You're growing stronger every day. You can handle climbing a ladder... can't you? Come on, little brother! Face your fears!"

"It's natural to be nervous at first... but we all believe in you. You know that, right?" Hero reminded.

"Come on, Sunny! It just a ladder! What's the worst that could happen?" Kel chimed in again.

Aubrey and Omori both turned back to Sunny.

"I'm not sure about this, Sunny... do you think you're going to be okay?"

"There's no shame in saying you can't do it."

Sunny trembled a bit, a little overwhelmed by the sudden pressure, but he nodded.

"... I'll do it."

"Okay, if you're sure about it..! But don't forget... I'm here to back you up if you get too scared, okay?" Aubrey offered, and Sunny gave a small nod in response.

"Thanks, Sunny. You've got some real courage..." Hero nodded, smiling down at him. Wow...

The admiration couldn't last forever, though, and Kel's cheer interrupted them.

"WOO-HOO! Let's go, let's go! To the ladder east of the stump!" He exclaimed, jumping up and down, but Omori huffed at him.

"... too energetic."

The group said their goodbyes to Mari before they set off again, following the trail up to the ladder. The actual sight of it, however, made Sunny question his choice...

It was so tall that he couldn't see the end of it. Straight up into the sky...

"Remember what Mari said, Sunny..." Hero reminded. "You're stronger than you think."

"We're right here behind you!" Aubrey chimed in.

"And we'll be able to catch you if you fall!" Kel added, but that only earned a smack.

"Don't scare him, Kel! Don't listen to him, Sunny... you won't fall..."

"You can still back out, y'know." Omori reminded. "It's not too late."

Sunny stared up at the ladder, taking a deep breath. He could feel the shadows reaching to pull him back again, but he shook his head, clearing his mind.

You are no longer afraid of heights.

He grabbed onto the ladder and started to climb, hearing his friends cheer for him down below.

"Way to go, Sunny!"

"You've got this!"

Together they climbed up the ladder, admiring the stars as they went...

... little did they know, someone was watching them when they got to the top.

#omori #omori au #omori civil war #omori civil war au #civil war au #story post #lore post #omori character #omori aubrey #omori sunny #omori kel #omori hero #omori mari #omori spoilers #tw acrophobia #tw emetophobia #vomit mention #tw vomit

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oh-no-another-idea · 2 years

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Hi!

For the dino ask game, Dinonychus, Stegosaurus, Apatasaurus, and T-Rex please!!

(I love the idea of a dino-theme asked game, and this is really fun, since my sister and I were really into dinosaurs as kids, so I actually recognize all the names on that list, asjdakj)

~Morri🗡 (@memento-morri-writes)

Hi Morri, thank you so much for the ask!!! (that's so sweet, aww, it's so much fun to see something and be like hey! i know that!)

Deinonychus - share a scene with banter (from Stars and Ships)

“So, how’d you do it?” the mechanic looked up through his curls and grinned. “Get out of your cell, get transport? Do you have a ship stashed somewhere?”

“No,” Quin said slowly, again wondering what his brother was doing. “We’re going to get ourselves a ship.”

His foot made a dismayed whirring noise. “That sounds like a trashed plan,” the mechanic said matter of factly. “What, are you going to steal a warden’s ship or something?” Quin’s silence said enough; the mechanic looked up as sharp as the split wires he was holding. “You are. You’re insane, handsome.”

“What did you just call me?”

The mechanic grinned crookedly. “You’re the prince in this scenario, aren’t you? Breaking me out of my imprisonment and whisking me to safety? Haven’t you read any old fairytales?”

Quin snorted. “No. And don’t call me that.”

“Okay, your highness.”

Already answered Stegosaurus here

Apatosaurus - share some of your favorite dialogue (this is a hard one, whew! I guess I'll share the butt contest conversation from The Invisible Girl🤦‍♂️😊)

“So, either we finish this whole thing tonight, or we stop the train,” Fynn said.

Velia switched to staring at Fynn, wondering if she’d heard him correctly. Maybe the whistle had blown again, and Fynn had sneezed at the same time, and she’d only thought she heard him correctly.

“It can be done,” he went on calmly, probably sensing the general confusion. “Pulling a brake is one thing. Stalling by blocking more coal is another. Damaging equipment—”

“Hold it!” Lewis bellowed. “No one is damaging my train! I don’t care how many times Antonio West and his million dollar rear end nearly bites it, we are not touching a single nail or bolt on my train.”

Antono craned his neck and peered down over his shoulder.

“It’s nothing that special,” Lewis said witheringly. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“You’re the one who said it was a million dollars,” Antonio retorted, stung. “Was that a lie, then?”

T-rex - share a scene that you’re really proud of (Just wrote this yesterday, very excited about it 😌)

He wasn’t aware he was breathing heavily until he felt the mechanic grab his ankle. Flinching, Quin tried to turn around, banged his head on an exposed pipe, and barely managed to bite back a curse.

“Are you alright? What’s going on?”

“Fine,” Quin got out. He was fine. His leg wasn’t hurting too bad, they were moving at a steady pace; he was fine. The mechanic squeezed his ankle and Quin couldn’t help but shudder. “Please stop.”

The hand was removed immediately. “Oh. Are you…afraid of small spaces?”

Quin gulped in air. “No. I don’t think so. I don’t know.”

“You’re a pilot, right?” the mechanic said as they ducked under an electrical cord. “Tell me about flying.”

They reached another stopping point. Quin replaced the [cramped tunnel] with the dark sky in his head. He told the mechanic about the stars, the way they bled and blurred at high speeds, the shaking of the ship under his hands, the way he could tell her every mood based on the cadence of the engine. He talked about the effortlessness of zero gravity, the way everything was at his fingertips with the small touch of a lever.

#answered #my writing #wip: invisible girl #wip: stars and ships

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p0ssywhippedcream · 2 years

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Sexually Frustrated

L Lawliet x Reader

Summary: It had been nearly three months since you and L even kissed for longer than three seconds and it was driving you up a wall. You understood he had a job to do but whenever you tried to do anything romantic with him, he'd blow you off.

Warnings: Heavy smut, swearing, angst

Themes/tags: L’s a bit of a dick, Face-riding, Makeup Sex

Word Count: 3.5k

Lucky enough for you, after L had introduced you, the Taskforce accepted you in and loved to have you at social gatherings, making it a prime opportunity for you and Misa to became close friends. You loved hanging out with Misa and having girls-night sleepovers on Fridays like you were kids again. She was really kind to you and understood and validated your feelings of loneliness in a relationship with L being because she was in a quite similar position.

And since L trusted you, you were able to take Misa out of the Taskforce at times and tonight, you two were going to go watch a movie and get some dinner.

Once the movie was finished, you walked to the restaurant joking about the character arks and the cheesy lines.

After ordering, Misa asked you with a flirty grin on her face, "So, Y/n, how's your sex life going with Ryuzaki?"

You nearly spit out your water, choking on it and coughing.

"I-um- oh, well it's not really a big part of our lives." You say, blushing.

"Oh, come on, Y/n. It's not like we're strangers, tell me what it's really like. How's sex with the world's greatest detective?"

"Misa!" You hissed, looking around making sure no one heard, "I-Oh, fine, okay. It's horrible. We haven't even had full sex yet just some handjobs here and there which I don't mind but we haven't even made out in three months. I respect his space and boundaries, of course, and I'll only do what he's comfortable with but wow, we are wasting so much electricity on my vibes when he could just give me five seconds of attention. It doesn't even have to be kinky sex, although I love getting praised, but for gods sakes, I'd sell my soul for a french kiss."

Misa wasn't expecting that. Well, she wasn't really expecting him to be some sex god either, but the fact that he hasn't had sex with a babe like you once, is insane in her opinion. It was obvious that you wanted to talk to someone about it by the way you practically burst out your complaints.

"Geez, Y/n, why do you think he won't?"

You sighed, sipping your water and watching the waiters carry food out.

"I don't know, Mises. I just- maybe I'm not pretty to him, you know? Whenever he gives me the rare compliment, it's always about my kindness and my mental traits. I mean, It's Ryuzaki, so I don't think he'd just be attracted to your outsides but he never makes me feel beautiful. And who would want to have sex with someone they don't think is beautiful?"

Misa's jaw dropped. L may not be the worst boyfriend, that was Light, but he clearly hasn't been paying attention to your insecurities and your happiness. She reached across the table and grabbed your hand, squeezing and giving you a reassuring smile,

"Aw, Y/n, I'm so sorry. You've been with him for what, two years? You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel pretty, and you are pretty, Y/n, Ryuzaki just has a couple screws lose. Hell, even I'd have sex with you just to have sex with somebody, Light and I haven't fucked at all!"

You chuckled and was about to respond when the waiter came back with the food, interrupting the conversation and breaking up your hands.

Once the waiter left and the pair of you were happily munching on your food, you came up with a great idea. Wiping your mouth with your sleeve and ignoring Misa's look of disgust at the stain, you spoke, "What if, when we get back, I try to get Ryuzaki away from Light so that you guys can spend some time together too, and you know, we can both get what we need right now."

Misa gasped and cheered at the statement, "Yes, you're brilliant, Y/n!"

You high-fived over the table and giggled at each other. Misa raised a glass and proudly made a toast, "To being dicked down!"

You laughed and clinked your glasses together, "To being dicked down!"

...

Back at the Taskforce:

"We're back!" Misa's singsong voice echoed through the Taskforce, turning L and Lights heads towards the pair walking in.

Now that Misa pointed out L's neglect of you, it was even more obvious and it stabbed right through your heart when L rolled his eyes at your appearance and went back to work.

You walked up behind him and placed your head on top of his, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck, "Aren't you done with work for the day?"

L sighed, like explaining his day to you was the worst chore he could've been assigned.

"Yes, but I want to finish these documents. Can you please get off me so I can continue."

He said it like a demand or an order but you tried to ignore the pang you felt and leaned down to kiss his cheek. Upon feeling your lips on his cheek he pulled away, making a face of disgust you saw reflect in the laptop screen.

If he couldn't even stand me kissing him, he would never want us to have sex.

Leaning back up, you walked around his chair pretending you hadn't noticed his grimace.

"Can I give you a kiss before I go to bed?"

L left out a huff of breath, as if having to scold a toddler.

"No, Y/n. I don't want affection from you."

Your heart shattered, the words driving a blade between the veins in it. You held in your tears and nodded.

"I understand. Night L, night guys."

Misa watched you with a sad look on her face as you waved and left up the stairs. Now, she was really pissed at L. Getting off Lights lap, she walked over to L fuming. He noticed her out of the corner of his eye and began to speak but was interrupted by her slapping him across the face.

L's mouth gaped and Light was equally as shocked, watching with newfound interest as Misa spoke,

"What the fuck is wrong with you, L? Can't you see you're hurting her? God, I thought you were supposed to be smart. You realize that your girlfriend tells me everything, including the fact that you don't kiss, hug or even smile at her. The fact the she feels ugly around you because you never tell her she's beautiful, because you don't kiss her and because you ignore everything she's done for you. She loves you like the gods can't stop her and you can't even kiss her goodnight, much less call her fucking pretty once in a while?! A woman needs to be praised to feel loved, and you can't even do that? If Light can act like he loves me, why can't you even show your love for her at all?"

L couldn't believe his ears, you felt ugly? But you're the most beautiful woman he'd ever met! And he was just busy, you understood that he didn't have time for silly little kisses, right? But if it was just silly little kisses, why would you be hurt? It was just silly kisses, right?

No, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd said he loved you. He hadn't kissed you in forever unprompted or given you a compliment at all in these past months. Fuck, you thought he hated you. And it seemed that you hated you too. I need to fix this.

He looked at the cameras to see you in your room. You were smearing mascara all over your face with a cloth, your skin red from your incessant rubbing and your eyes bloodshot. There was no water on the cloth yet it was still wet, tears pooling in your eyes as you dropped the cloth and looked in the mirror. You laughed miserably under your breath and began tugging on your cheeks, pulling your eyes down and making faces joylessly. Then you sighed and set your hands down on the counter, looking down at sink and letting your vision blur and spill over.

Drip by drip, your tears went down the drain, and L watched on with keen crushing feeling in his chest. He stood up, removed the handcuff on his arm, chained Light to a desk leg with it and began to make his way to your room ignoring Misa's yelling and Light's protests.

...

He opened your door slightly and walked towards your bathroom seeing you sitting on the floor, head resting against the wall with your eyes closed and chest shuddering in shallow breaths.

"I don't think you're ugly."

You opened your eyes and met his with a sad look of disbelief then closed them again.

"Then why don't you want me anymore?"

"I do want you. I always have." He paused watching your mouth contort into a scoff,

"I didn't intend to hurt you, I suppose I've been quite stupid these past few months."

You heard his body collapse next to yours and sighed, "Yeah, you're pretty stupid."

He waited for you to continue talking but you didn't, simply sitting next to him in silence.

Until he decided to speak up, "I think you're beautiful, Y/n. I think you have the most entrancing eyes. I could spend hours watching you think because you have this look in your eye that's somewhere between fascination and hope and it makes me want to live the rest of my life in your arms. I think you have the perfect sway to your hips when you walk that shows confidence and power. I think that your body is like no other, it draws my attention every time and I could spend all my years tracing your scars and kissing your skin."

You opened your eyes and turned to him watching him speak with a small grin on your face.

"You're gorgeous, Y/n, and I'm sorry it took so long for me to say it. No matter my excuse, I am in the wrong and I'm sorry I hurt you." He finished, meeting your eyes with his and returning the soft smile with tinted cheekbones.

"God, I wish I could stay mad at you." You said before leaning over and pressing your lips to his, feeling him smile into the kiss.

He reached towards the counter and grabbed a wet cloth as you pulled away and began to clean your face of the smeared makeup product.

As he did that, you realized something.

"Misa told you what I felt?"

He nodded and you panicked a little, "Did she say anything about you know, the deed?"

He laughed confused, gently wiping around your eyes with the cloth, "What deed? No, she didn't. What are you on about?"

You sighed relaxed, giggling slightly as you played with the hair on his nape, "Nothing, don't worry about it."

Immediately, L caught on to what you were implying just by the blush on your face and the darkened look in your eye. He watched your face as he spoke, choosing his next words carefully, "There's a room that doesn't have cameras in it and while I may not be as experienced as your previous partners, I want to make you feel good and I entrust you in telling me what you like. This can also be a way I can show my love for you and express how beautiful you are. Want to head there now?"

Your shocked eyes bore into his as you nodded slightly and allowed him to pull you to your feet by your connected hands, him dropping the forgotten cloth.

He led the path down the labyrinth of halls to a bedroom comfortably decorated with earth tones. You looked around the room, hearing the door close and lock behind you, you noticed a closet full of white shirts and baggy jeans and realized this is where L goes to sleep.

Hands wrap themselves around your waist, hot breath blowing into your neck as L speaks, "Can I make you feel good, Y/n?"

You nod and hum feeling one hand travel up and under your shirt whilst the other makes it way under the waistband of your pants. A gentle kiss is on your neck now, L's soft lips searching for your sweet spot. He finds it almost instantaneously, hearing you moan out slightly at the pressure. You feel him smirk into your neck, a bite followed seconds later causing you to gasp and tilt your head away, giving him more access as you press your lower body fully into his.

Your actions are greeted with a groan flowing out of the mouth attached to your neck and the hand under your waistband gripping your hip, grinding your ass into his growing erection.

His tongue smooths over the bite mark in your neck, leaving a throbbing bruise in its wake, distracting you as his hand travels underneath your panties. Gasping and crying out, you arch your back into him as his fingers find your clit and press down.

His mouth travels up to your ear, a ragged breath escaping as he begins to talk, "Right there? You're so wet, princess, and I've barely touched you. You like that? Like it like this too?"

Before you can answer, a finger is pushed inside you as the palm of his hand rubs against your clit. Your head flies back, slamming into the crevice between his head and shoulder, a loud moan leaving your lips.

Panting as he slowly pumps into you, you struggle out a sentence, "Ye- yes, I-oh god! Yes, I like it! Mmmhnn, right th-there! Fuck, don't stop-feels...so good!"

A devious smirk graces his lips as he allows his other hand to continue it's path up your shirt and under your bra. He rolls a nipple between his fingers with one skillful hand as the other inserts another finger, slamming into your G-spot with each forceful thrust. Gasps, cries and half-screams leave your lips as he brings you close to the brink. Seconds away from toppling over and flooding his hand, he pulls out of you, a near-broken sob leaving your throat.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna let you come. But when you do, it's going to be on my tongue."

You hear him pull his soaked fingers out of you and taste each individual one, a pleasured groan leaving him. L remembered Misa's words of advice, that you need to be praised and allowed the words to flow freely,

"You're sweeter than I'd ever imagined, now be a good girl and let me get a better taste."

L's hands pick you up gently, laying you down on the bed as he crawls in between your legs, an indescribable look of lust and admiration on his face. He reaches forward and strips you of your shirt and bra, starring at your breasts lovingly.

"What a pretty girl. Gorgeous and wanting, all for me." Praises spew from his mouth as he begins to pull off your remaining clothing off until you're completely bare. L makes eye contact with you, leaning down to kiss you with a unreadable expression on his face. It's something between indescribable desire and indescribable joy that he gets to see you like this, all worked up and practically pleading.

"Tell me what you want and it's yours, love."

You lock eyes with him, flushed cheeks exploding red at the remark, "I- I want to...*mumble mumble*..."

"What was that, sweetheart? I couldn't quite hear you."

His unrelenting starring at you continued without cease, you having to turn your head out of shear embarrassment in order to say it.

"I want to ride your face."

A cocky grin spread across L's face as he lowers his body down the path of yours, spreading your legs slowly as he spoke, "Good choice, princess. Ready when you are."

Your hips are lifted off the bed as he moves to the side, allowing you to nearly straddle his neck as he sets you down on top of him. A reassuring yet lustful look is met with your eyes as you look down at him in between your thighs.

You slowly pick your hips up and hold your pussy over his face, contemplating the situation before his tongue is in your folds, licking a slow strip up. You gasp a drop a hand to grab his hair, the other holding yourself up by the bed frame as he rubs his nose against the huddle of nerves, thrusting his tongue inside you and gathering your arousal.

Your knuckles turn white as he begins to eat you out like you're his last meal, tongue bold yet controlled against your sopping core. L grabs your hips and pushing your further into him as you use his mouth to get yourself off. Screams of pleasure echo through the room as you feel yourself getting close again. You grab his hair with both hands, moving your hips like there's no tomorrow and loudly begging him to let you finish.

Hearing your cries of need, he increases his speed and slams his tongue into you, allowing you to ride his nose as he fucks into you.

Gasping and moaning, with one final swipe against your clit, you're squirting against L's mouth, tears of exhaustion and desperation spilling from your eyes. The salty-sweet flavor of your pussy runs down his throat and all over his chin, the taste a memory ingrained in his brain.

Your hands drop to the side of his face, slowly rubbing your dripping cunt on his face. You begin to lift yourself up, interrupted by L pulling you by your hips back into his face and licking you clean. You squeal and pull away, giggling and blushing slightly.

"I'm too sensitive, L.... Fuck, how are you so good at that?" You say as you move to the side lifting your hips off his face.

"When we first got together, I knew you had been with others who had done sexual acts with you so I researched online to find what feels good for you, in case we ever did anything. But you never asked, so I assumed that it didn't bother you and just let it fester in my memory. I'm glad I looked it up though, you make the most wonderful sounds when I touch you right here."

He reaches his hand across your body and rubs your clit with his forefinger, causing you to gasp and snap your thighs together.

He snickered and retracted his hand, allowing himself the pleasure of tasting you on his finger.

"In truth, now that I've had a taste of you, I'd forsake my desserts for your cunt any day."

Blushing, you turned to face him with a barely mustered up confidence and said, "You know, I don't have a gag reflex. Maybe some time, you'll let me taste you too."

L pulled you closer by your hips, a surprised squeak leaving your mouth as you come face to face with his cocky expression. He rubs slow, soft circles into your hips as he speaks, comforting your worn-out body, "I'm sure I'd love that. But for now, I'm fine with just holding you. I've been neglecting you for months and I have a lot of loving to make up on. Besides, I'd rather spend the rest of my days in between your thighs than ever eat a slice of cake again, I'm sure that says something about me but I'm not sure what."

Humming with content, you leaned in and kissed him lazily, "I do love getting pampered. You give the best massages."

He smiled back, caressing you gently and recapturing your lips in between words, "Sleep well, my love. I'll see you in the morning."

You drift asleep in his arms, soundlessly dreaming of the love you'd been waiting for as he holds you. Eventually, he stood up and made his way towards the main room, where Light and Misa were waiting for him.

"Did the worlds greatest detective just lose his virginity?"

L chuckled at Lights statement, rolling his eyes, "Not yet, but I did discover that there is something sweeter than cake and that is Y/n. You'll be happy to know that Y/n's frustrations have been taken care of, Misa."

Misa laughed, "I knew that the moment you took her from that room, she'd be satisfied simply because of your tongue abilities. You're acting like she hasn't fawned over you tying cherry stems in your mouth and licking sugar cubes."

L debauchedly grinned, "She certainly tastes better than both."

#death note #deathnote smut #deathnote x reader smut #l x reader smut #l lawliet x reader smut #l lawliet x reader #x reader smut #deathnote

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loverhymeswith · 2 years

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Mile high club with rick? Maybe they just can’t keep their hands off of each other post mission and so they end up fucking on the plane? Only if you’re comfy with it

Up in the Air | Rick Flag x F!Reader

A/N: Thank you for the request, Anon! This is a sequel to What Happens Next.

Warnings: 18+ only. Smut ahead. The Suicide Squad 2021 spoilers.

Joel Taglist: @weallhaveadestiny

Rick is quiet on the flight back home, even more so than usual. Granted, he’s never been much of a talker. When he’s not barking orders or discussing tactics, he prefers to hang back and watch, listen. It’s just one of the many things you love about him. But tonight, the silence is different. You know something is eating at him and you have a niggling suspicion that the something might be you.

Finishing up with the pilots, you return to the main belly of the plane, finding Rick hunched over on one of the benches with his head in his hands. Dried blood still cakes his skin. So much blood, not even the rain could wash it all away.

Approaching cautiously, you resist the overwhelming urge to drop to your knees before him and cradle him in your arms. “Are you – are you OK?”

Broad fingers run through the filthy locks of his dark blonde hair and Rick slowly raises his head. His eyes, bloodshot and lacking their usual spark, meet yours.

“Don’t know whether to kill you or kiss you.”

His words, deep and gruff, send a rush of electricity through your veins. You glance over your shoulder, afraid he might have been overheard, but the worry is unfounded. Except for the pilots up front, it’s just the two of you now. The rest of the squad are free, be that via their untimely deaths or your own machinations.

“I told you before, I'll take the flack from Waller-”

“I ain’t talkin’ about you givin’ that goddamn drive to Dubois.”

You flinch at his tone. It’s only what you deserve. Rick wanted to share the drive with the press, nearly died for it. You'd had other ideas. After putting a bullet in Smith’s head mere seconds before he dealt Rick a killing blow, you’d scooped up the discarded drive and had hidden it in your tac vest. As far as the Colonel was concerned, it had been lost in the rubble.

Until you handed it over to Robert, that is.

“Then what are you talking about?” He already gave you a dressing down in front of the remaining team, unable to understand why you were willing to hide the truth of Project Starfish in exchange for the freedom of a bunch of criminals.

“They’ve earned it,” you had told him. Besides which, you were sure Peacemaker wasn’t the only card Waller would have up her sleeve. With the drive in Rick’s possession, he’d forever have a target painted on his back and that wasn’t a risk you were willing to take, even for the greater good.

Rick rises to his full height and takes a step towards you. “You were s’posed to stay upstairs with the others.”

You fold your arms, matching his stance. You’re not going to apologise. “I was following Smith. It’s a good thing, too. If I hadn’t...” You trail off, unable to finish the sentence. Because you both know what would have happened if you hadn’t arrived when you did.

“You could have got yourself killed,” he grits out through a clenched jaw. “I could have lost you.” His shoulders slump under the weight of his admission. “I can’t lose you.”

After what happened in the bar, a tiny part of you dared to believe that Rick could possibly return your feelings. But then everything went to shit. Between the attempt to rescue Harley and breaking into Jotunheim, you’ve barely had the chance to breath the same air, let alone speak to him.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You reach up to cup his jaw. “You hear me? I’m right here with you. I’m ok. We’re ok.”

He nods, eyes shuttering as he leans into your touch. “We’re ok.”

The two of you stand like this for a beat. From the corner of your eye, you can see his large hands hovering over your waist, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with them.

Your fingers trail a feather-light touch along his jaw as you work up the courage to say what you want to. “If you’re not going to kill me,” you murmur. “Does that mean-”

Rick cuts you off by smashing his mouth against yours. His hands finally land, gripping you tightly by the hips as he tugs you flush against him. Reeling from this sudden shift in your Colonel, your friend, your fingers drop from his face to dance over the bloodstained yellow t-shirt that stretches across his broad chest.

His tongue sweeps over your bottom lip and you let him in, deepening the kiss. You’ve wanted this for so long, the desire pushing you to breaking point when you think of how close you came to losing him.

Walking you backwards until you’re out of sight of the cockpit, Rick’s hands are everywhere, squeezing your ass, running through your hair. He tugs at your tac vest. Too many layers separate you. The pair of you are filthy, but you just can’t bring yourself to care. The need to feel his skin on yours is utterly overwhelming.

Reading your mind, Rick's nimble fingers make light work of removing your vest without breaking the kiss. Left in your standard issue black t-shirt, you loop your arms around his neck as he slips a burning hand beneath the thin cotton. A low moan escapes your lips as his fingers skim over your skin, his touch setting your nerves alight.

You’d hoped he would kiss you, but you can’t help thinking that if he carries on like this, he might just kill you too.

Tearing his mouth from yours, Rick quickly relieves you of your shirt and bra. It’s not the first time he’s seen you without a shirt - God knows how many times he’s had to patch you up over the years. But this is different. His expression darkens as he drinks in the sight of you, your bare flesh pebbling from the cold. And then his lips are back on you, kissing a path along your jaw and neck, his breath hot and heavy against your skin.

Large hands rise from your waist to palm your breasts, his calloused fingers brushing over your peaked nipples. The coiling tension in your body spreads south, an insistent ache building between your thighs.

Grinding your hips against him, you can feel the pressure of his own arousal hard against your lower belly. “I need you, Rick,” you whine, clawing your fingers through his hair. The desperation is evident in your voice. “I thought I was gonna lose you, too. I don’t want to lose you.”

Pausing his attention on your breasts, Rick raises a hand to cup the back of your neck. His beautiful hazel eyes are fixed on your own, the intensity of his gaze threatening to break you. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

He kisses you again, more tenderly this time, but you're soon tugging at the hem of his yellow shirt, starving for more of him. Pulling the thin material over his head, you’re met with the sight of his marvellous body, shining with sweat and flecked with dried blood. The wound on his abdomen has bled through the bandage that you hastily applied back in the ruins of Jotunheim, but he doesn’t seem to care.

Fingers ghosting over the scars littering his chest, you silently count how many of those wounds you were present for, how many times you saved him. You’d do it all over again.

Rick captures your fingers with his own, halting their exploration as he brings them to his lips. “Darlin’...” he murmurs.

The word unleashes you.

Fingers fumbling over belts and buttons, the two of you quickly shed your tac pants, until there's nothing separating your slick bodies. Then, Rick is lifting you with ease and carrying you over to the benches that line the side of the plane.

He sinks down with your knees planted on either side of his thick thighs. “We don’t have long,” he rasps, squeezing your hips. “But soon as we’re back on solid ground, I promise I’m gonna take my time with you.”

“Rick.”

Threading your fingers through the damp lengths of his hair, you feel him line his cock against your entrance. A gasp rips from your throat as he pushes into you, guiding your hips down until he’s fully seated inside you. The stretch, the fullness, it’s exquisite.

“Gonna have to be quiet, darlin’.” He covers your mouth gently with one hand.

You nod your understanding and when he drops his hand you crash your lips into his, devouring him with your kiss. The horrors of the last few days are now the last thing on your mind, chased away by the pleasure building in every cell of your body as you rock your hips over his hard length.

Hurtling towards your climax, you can feel Rick’s giant body tensing beneath you. Even in the dim light, you can tell his face is flushed, pupils blown black with lust as he chases his own release. Hips stuttering beneath you, his grip tightens, urging you to buck against him faster, deeper.

Not once do Rick’s eyes leave yours, not even as you shatter around him. It’s like he’s afraid if he looks away this will all be a dream. With one final thrust he empties inside you, your walls still fluttering around his cock as he grunts softly.

You collapse against his chest, feeling his arms encircle you tightly as one hand cups the back of your head, keeping you moulded firmly to him. “Should’a done that a long time ago,” he whispers.

Brushing your lips over his jaw, you agree. “I’m so glad we got to find out what happened next.”

#rick flag #joel kinnaman #rick flag x reader #rick flag smut #dceu fanfic #suicide squad fanfiction #colonel rick flag

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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄

d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

— 3.6k words

"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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Aight yall know the rules. 18 PLUS. Minor DNI, this was written for and helped to be dreamed up by @kingkatsuki who is always down to simp over Bakugou with me. Drummer!Bakugou x kindagroupy fem reader. Warnings include lots of smut and impact play. 💋🐱

Welts and bruises were hardly seen beneath the black swirling ink that snaked from a thick wrist all the way up a banded arm to nestle itself just barely over a normally guarded heart. Your fingers grip at drumsticks as you look over a certain hot head, unsure of your relationship status other than the fact that he used you to bring himself down from the height of the show.

Just like he did a month ago at a meet and greet. Glaring at your stupid rare band shirt that featured him instead of his band mates. "No one gives a fuck about the drummer. It's why I'm the fucking drummer so I don't have to deal with mindless extras."

To be honest it was his first time seeing that shirt since production, signing all 70 in existence half heartedly. You recall how agitated he was, obviously forced to this meet and greet when normally there were rumors that he never shows. He twirls his drumstick in his large fingers to keep from exploding as Kirishima, Jiro and Denki entertain the snobby VIPs. You had been lucky enough to win your ticket in a radio drawing and even though Bakugou wasn't talking much, not that you expected him too, it was nice to be there.

Nice to have his garnet gaze cutting into your skin even if it was just harsh glares. It takes Kirishima a minute to figure out just why Bakugou hasn't left yet. His own glistening rubies roaming the small group of five until they land on you. The devil settles himself in Kirshima's skin as he stands, a rare and cocky smirk adornes his lips. He sits next to you, practically on top of you and your cheeks flush from the closeness of your second favorite band mate. You can smell the linger sweat from the show, musk and dark pine needles tickle your nose as you swallow desire whole. Choking just a bit as he leans closer. His calloused digits finger the hem of your shirt, pulling it away from your body a bit to inspect it more closely.

"Ah, that's a sight to see." He chuckles, eyeing the shirt that has a shirtless Bakugou in action, sticks raised as he sits over his precious drum set, "This is from one of our first real gigs."

"I know. The drumming interlude while Jiro rested her strained voice was so energizing. After that amazing show I had to buy a t-shirt of my favorite member! But they didn't have any at the show. It was hard finding this." Suddenly Bakugou's gaze becomes too much, leaving you feeling hot and bothered as the room seemed to smell like spiced caramel. What little ease you felt by Kirishima was devoured by the brooding blonde sitting on his throne of well worn leather. Gulping, you turn to face Kirishima a bit more as he chuckles again.

"You don't want sour puss as your favorite. How about I make you a deal huh?" The room goes a little quiet as the other VIPs feign interest to hear. After a moment you nod a bit nervously fighting to keep your gaze on Kirishima. Meanwhile Bakugou tongues his lip ring with irritation.

"Why don't we trade shirts? I'll give you mine for yours?" He says, large hand gripping at the fabric at the nape of his neck. Pulling it off in one swift motion, setting it gently in your hands. The fabric a bit damp from the show, tingling pine masks your senses as you grip at the black fabric.

Would it be rude to turn down a rock star?

Just as you're about to find out the blonde stands, all eyes wide and set on his godly figure. His abs peeking out from beneath his infamous sleeveless and tattered black denim vest.

The same one you wore now. You remember how he dragged you from the room and showed you just exactly who your favorite band member. Not knowing he played right into Kirishima's hand.

Even now he still gets possessive when Kirishima comes too close. Pushing the guitarist and side vocals harshly away as Bakugou comes to close to you, cornering you against a sidewall backstage.

"Hey Brat. Are you flirting with fire engine again?" His face says pissed but his tone is all tease. He nips at your ear before gripping your hair to tilt your head, exposing your neck to him. He licks a stripe up the column relishing how you taste before leaving a gasp inducing bite. Pink indents and a beautiful bruise bloom in his wake. Absentmindedly his thumb swipes over the mark gently.

"Did you hurt yourself Suki?" You ask softly, hands having discovered just how raised those welts were. He watches the worry stain your features, pulling your bottom lip into a delightful pout. He leans down to your face, pulling at the jutting lip and giving it a small bite. Your skin erupts in heat, surging through your body until it settles in between your legs. He pulls back, giving you his signature arrogant smirk.

"Oi, don't get so worked up Princess. I'll show you how I got them after this set." He takes the drumsticks from your grip giving you a final, searing kiss before he makes his way on stage. Always the first to get the crowd hyped up as everyone else got situated.

Anyone who had seen the same set of songs performed twice weekly for a month might have used the word bored to describe how they were feeling as they waited for the band to finish.

But you were not like most people, see these 90 minutes that sometimes stretched into two hours was equivalent to a strip tease for you. Always having to shift your weight with the passing of each song, trying to get some friction for the heat that he caused at your core. His ash blonde hair would become darker, losing his spiky nature as it drooped from the weight of caramel scented bliss, the stands sticking to his skin causing him to push it back, exposing his forehead. His black shirt would darken as well, agitating the hot head as it clung to his muscles, sticking to skin and trying to throw off his rhythm. Between a song he places one of his drumsticks in his mouth, letting his large hand tear at the shirt until he can shed it off as if it were a second skin.

The crowd always roars with excitement as the camera zooms in on him. On his dark eyes and glistening pecs. The ink of his arms and just barely over his pectorals sends a jolt of electricity through you, mouth salivating as you remember them hovering over you the night before.

You clench around nothing, underwear becoming uncomfortable in your pleated skirt as you pull the well worn denim closer to you as you wait.

Finally the show ends with Jiro giving all of her love to the crowd, to Kirishima and Denki rifting notes off of corded strings as Bakugou guides them with his ever steady beat. Slamming onto the symbols, foot bass and the drums, sweat flying from him as he moves.

"Until we meet again!" They scream and the crowd echoes back their famous saying.

Bakugou practically runs off stage, damp with caramel bliss as he rushes to you. Hunched over so he can scoop you up, giving you a twirl as he hoisted you into the air. Banded arms resting under your ass.

"Did you see me out there, kitten?" His voice is rasped as he pants, laced in rare and genuine excitement. His skin sticking to your skirt and shirt as he brings you down to your black converse. He kisses you hungrily, gasping between kisses trying to catch his breath as he clings onto you with shaking fingers.

"I'm always watching, king." You reply between swipes of his tongue.

"Skipping the meet and greet again Bakugou? Manager Todoroki won't be happy." Kirishima comments, his voice softer than normal, his own dyed hair sticking to his skin.

"Fuck him. It's an hour from now anyway dick head. I'll be in later." Bakugou growls back, as you push hair from his face to better see his eyes and his forehead. He lifts your giggling form again as he takes you back to his room.

Neither of you hear Kirishima's comment to Jiro.

"Have you ever seen him so in love?"

The darkness of the room and the smell of you are soothing to Bakugou, his body still a live wire from the show as he tries to get a second wind so he can please you. He knows what his performance does to you, having come back to you soaking through your panties. Just as you were now, still his endurance was tested this week with three shows in a row.

"Maybe you should-"

"No." It comes out as a growl as he slowly begins to strip you of your clothes. Leaving you in nothing but his favorite skirt, he pushes you to lean over the futon, flipping up your skirt so he can see your bare sex.

"God you're such a dirty slut." He sees your sex and thighs glistening with your slick, he lets his fingers collect your essence before swirling over that sensitive bud.

"F...fuck Katuski." You cry out, hips bucking against him already before he leans over your body, his hard on poking your through his black jeans.

"Still wanna see how I got these bruises baby?" He pants, even fingering you was taking effort but he wanted, needed to see you panting, begging beneath him.

"Y..yes yes please!" His fingers still working as he's pressed against you, the coil in your stomach snapping as you see stars. Shaking beneath him as he puts you through two more. Slick pulling away from your sex in strings causing him to lick his fingers dry, holding eye contact with you as you shudder.

Eye liner already starting to smudge as your mouth falls open into a mewl. He reaches for the wooden sticks in his back pocket. He removes one, the stick nicked and scuffed in various spots from the intensity of tonight's show. He rubs your ass with his large palm before letting a harsh smack land on your supple cheek. Repeating the process until your cheeks glowed bright red. He lets the smooth wood run across your burning ass before he tests it with a light whack. Trying to remember how it felt against his own skin wanting to keep the damage at a minimum. The precise impact causes you to jolt and whine.

"More, I need more." You cry again and again as he let's the wood impact on your tender cheeks. Alternating sides while rubbing where he just hit

"Yea? Such a greedy slut." Getting lost in your begging he brings down the drumstick a little too harshly, his mind hazed from the lingering show and from the pull of you. The stick snaps in half causing a bruising welt to rise at an alarming rate. Growling he tosses the stick aside, coming down to kiss and bite at your ass tenderly. You push your hips in the air.

"Katsuki, baby. Please, please fuck me." You beg as tears fall down your perfect cheeks.

"Fine, but." He pants slowly freeing himself as he lets the head of his cock stretch your sentence, "But only to cockwarm."

"Noooo!" You whine, squirming as he plunges himself into your velvety walls, already setting a slow pace just to feel you clench against him if anything.

"Please, please King. I want more. I need you to fill me, Katsuki, please."

"I'll fucking give it to you brat." He snaps, the sight of you was too much. Peering over your shoulder, eye liner smeared, hair sticking to your face as your mouth formed that perfect O. He throws caution to the wind and gives in to instinct, to you.

He sets a harsh pace, his body shaking from exertion as he pounds into you with sloppy haste. Being much more vocal than usual as he grunts and groans allowing your tight cunt to pull him in. The sounds of your arousal echoes through the room as your feet come off the floor, squeezing your thighs around Bakugou to keep him close. Slowly you become limp letting him fuck into you before tensing as he hits that damned spongy spot. Causing stars to catch in your vision and the sounds of his groaning send you over the edge.

"I'm gonna-" But you never finish it as a scream rips up your throat causing your voice to go hoarse. Your spasming cunt sends the hot head into a groaning tangent. His hips pistons into your soaking heat sloppily before they stutter. His hands gripping at your hips, body shaking the way yours normally does after a heavy session. He pants your walls in ropes of delicious hot cum, the action causing you to whimper.

In what feels like too a short time to Bakugou but the perfect amount to you, he withdrawals from you. Watching you twitch as his seed slips out. Gently he pushes it back in, before gathering some on his digits determined to make you cum a few more times until he is ready to go again.

Bucking and crying trying to squeeze your thighs to shut him away but he spreads you out until his fingers pull something special from you. Body so tense that if touched wrong you might shatter.

And shatter you do as a silent scream escapes your lips, a clear liquid squirting onto his inky arm and black clothes.

"Ah, kitten I wanted you to squirt on my cock." He coos, rubbing slow sensual circles to bring you down slowly. Rubbing your ass, sure to check on your battered cheek, damning himself for losing control. He lifts you up, turning you to face him as you cling to him, arms crushing him to your smaller frame.

"You okay Princess?" He asks, peppering kisses atop your head causing tears to burn your eyes. You choke out the question you had been meaning to ask since that first night.

"What am I to you?" Your voice shakes as badly as your body, as if you were freezing from a chill. He tenses beneath you and you think you've crossed the line. Before you can backtrack he pushes you away from him to grab your chin. Leveling your face to his as he stares into your soul.

"My fucking everything." He growls out, voice worn from overuse, "How else can I show you?"

His thumb wipes away a few stray tears as you process what he has said.

"I gave you my lucky vest didn't I?" You giggle at his question, nodding in agreement. He pulls you into a hug, eyes glaring at the clock.

"Stay." He commands rushing to the sink to dampen a rag in warm water. He starts with your face, clearing it of the black eye liner. Slowly making his way down your body until he gets to your sticky sex. Wiping away his essence and yours before pressing a soft kiss to your hair line. He tosses the rag into the sink and rummages through your duffle bag returning with the shirt that started it all. A kiss is pressed to the black fabric before he slips over your head, sliding his lucky vest onto your strong shoulders before he adjusts your skirt. Twirling you in a mock dance to check for stains on your skirt, when he sees none he dresses himself pressing a water into your hand. You bite your lip thinking he's going to leave you here.

"Sorry but you gotta come with me to the meet and greet since you've got this on." He tugs at the black denim causing you to giggle. Relief floods his aching body as your lips curl into a bright smile.

True to his word Bakugou slips into the long meet and greet with you in tow an hour and a half after he started.

"Here's your fucking sticks kid." He says, shoving a set of drumsticks into some snobby kids hands. The man scoffs with a retort.

"I paid for the ones you used tonight. These ones are brand new."

Bakugou narrows his eyes at him, leaning in close as if you share a secret but he speaks at a normal volume. His face suddenly changing to a cocky, knowing smirk.

"Guess I broke tonight's pair kid. Tough fucking luck."

He sits in his normal spot, away from others. Pulling you onto his lap, reminding the room that he was taken.

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tartagliaxx · 3 years

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Happy birthday sweetheart! Congrats on 500+ followers :D

I'd like to ask for Albedo and lilacs 👉👈

“ ALBEDO + LILAC ”

━━ ☆ PAIRING: albedo/reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: lilac | first love

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: established relationship

"did you know that the flowers whisper little poems to everyone who cared enough to listen?"

albedo blinked, attention moving from his half-finished sketch to your quaint voice that rippled gently through the air. he heard your light footsteps drawing near first before he felt the gentle movement of your fingers as you pulled his hair back. he wondered if you were doing it on purpose, well aware of how electricity traveled down his back faster than the speed of light at the barest touch of your fingertips to his skin.

"is that another line from a novel you have read?" he asked, almost timidly as he allowed himself to be washed away by your affection.

you merely laughed and there it was again — the electric spark. "not this time, no. my mother once told me of the secret language of the flowers. it barely left my mind ever since." you paused. "may i?"

albedo knew you well enough to know that you were asking for permission to play with his hair. "go ahead."

"you should go finish your work. i won't disturb you with my ramblings any longer."

"please—" he blinked, not exactly expecting the hurried reply that subconsciously slipped past his lips. "—continue."

he felt your fingers stumble, clearly not expecting his words just as how he didn't himself but you didn't question it. instead, you fell into a little hum — a habit he observed you did whenever you attempted to string your words in something that made sense.

"there was once a story that was passed down from generation to generation about a time when people are unable to express their feelings as openly as we can now. and people, as creative as they could be when they mean to, began crafting bouquets of pretty flowers together, allowing them to carry secret messages to be decrypted by the other."

"and how do they know what the flowers meant?" albedo asked before frowning as he felt something foreign on his hair.

"who knows..." this time, he caught the delighted sigh that became his body's automatic response to your carefree giggles. "over time, the flowers grew out of the confines set by the people and began cultivating their own definitions. soon, miscommunication became more frequent than communication and the language was forgotten save for a few romantics who still cling onto it."

albedo listened as you went on and on about a story he has never heard of before. he was an alchemist, a realist, maybe even a skeptic, and such stories did little to contribute to his studies. it was no wonder that it remained foreign until now but as your words danced from your heart to his — as he toyed with the idea of singing secret love songs through fragile, innocent instruments — he wondered if your love for romance was rubbing off to him because truly, that sounded perfect and fitting for your budding relationship.

"—and that's about it." he didn't realize how deep the trail of his thoughts ran and before he knew it, he missed a great portion of your story. you didn't seem to mind though, half-expecting him to wander off because fantastical themes didn't quite draw him in as it did with you.

"you're leaving?"

you turned around to hide the bashful smile that told too many words for your liking. for his sake, you would pretend not to hear the silent plead that peaked through his normally monotone voice. for his sake, you would fight down the urge to tease him until his pale skin bloomed into a beautiful shade of rose: the ones just after rain.

"i'm afraid i can't stay. i'll see you tonight?"

"tonight." albedo repeated, hand leaving his lap, making its way home into yours. "stay safe."

"for you, always." you twisted your body to place a chaste kiss on top of his head, just a few inches away from the braids you had done for him. you let go first, though your fingertips lingered longer than it was supposed to be as if telling him that you'd rather stay. alas, responsibilities are not ones you should run away from.

as you parted — as you left his line of vision — as the familiar sound of your weight on the old wooden boards faded, albedo chastised himself for being so reliant on the presence of someone. then again, it was inevitable and one cannot fault him for falling for the wonderful mystique of your soul.

"mr. albedo?"

he blinked away the remnants of the dewdrops you left when you showered him with your love, refocusing and reclaiming who he was. for now, he was albedo, chief alchemist of the knights of favonius, temporarily not yours because distance weighted his heart more than he would like to admit.

"good morning, sucrose."

"these are the papers you asked me to look for yesterday— oh!"

albedo looked up, not expecting a giddy exclamation to leave his hardworking assistant's lips. "is something wrong?"

"o-oh! it's nothing... it's just— your hair..."

"my... hair?"

"those are lilacs, aren't they? i remember researching about them a long time ago. they have a striking resemblance to—"

as sucrose droned on and on, enthusiasm dripping no matter where you look, albedo almost felt bad for losing interest but the word 'lilac' screamed at him, echoing against the walls of his mind as little pieces of your conversation resurfaced like tidal waves against the shore.

did you know that the flowers whisper little poems to everyone who cared enough to listen?

"sucrose?"

he did. he cared enough to listen. to the flowers, to the earth, to you.

"i'm so, so sorry for rambling, mr. albedo! i'll go back to—"

"do you know any books about the flower language?"

later that night, you approached the water fountain that became 'your' spot out of pure circumstance. you half-expected albedo to be missing, knowing full well how invested he could be when it came to his art, and yet he surprised you — again and again — as he tipped his face to the side, the red rose you wished to see appearing in full bloom as he handed you a bouquet of handpicked lilacs that you heard loud and clear.

you are my first love too.

━━ ☆ NOTES: thank you very much, darling! i hope this is to your liking! view the rest of the event shorts here! 💐

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devotion · 3 years

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say it right → t.h

summary: you show a little contempt towards something tom loves. maybe somehow coaxing you into liking it will change your mind. in other words, he fucks you.

prompts: college (uni), porn without plot (?), small town.

warnings: fluff? + smut 18+ minors dni!! extended warnings below the cut.

notes: this ticks my boxes for the prompts on @rosyparkers’s fic bingo! also, no hate towards anyone studying history (i love it) just !! got stumped a bit with the plot but you'll see ;)

word count: 3.2k+ | masterlist

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ex. warnings: mentions of alcohol, dom!tom, bratty behaviour, a bit of ice play, fingering, slight degradation, dirty talk, kitchen (unprotected) sex (be safe!), one orgasm denial, pussy slapping, creampie.

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"fucking finally."

tom groans, tossing his backpack to the side after greeting you in the kitchen. settling back into the sofa, he exhales loudly; 'mentally drained' would be putting it lightly and the only reason to explain his pain is because university is stabbing him in the gut lately. however, it's fortunate that it was his last day of term; almost a month of no classes to deal with. and the smell of food wafting in the air is enough for him to forget his worries for a while.

luckily, you took your time walking back from the same uni an hour or two ago, having finished class earlier. tom was at a trip at the time you told him, the slightest bit of upset now that you couldn't get ice-cream on the way back home; only a little custom you both arrange at the last day, and to start the break on a high note.

with a text saying he was almost home, you prepared him some tea─just the way he fancies it. he'd be lying if he said he didn't notice the littlest things, one of them right now being the frequent clink of your ring when you pick your cup of tea. being married and in a six-year long relationship does that. and it subtly makes him smile at the thought of how far you've come. together.

after placing the mug in front of him, you see tom extending an arm around your midriff and before you know it, you're on his lap, his mouth brushing your hairline. then, your lips─meeting them in a sweet kiss. his grip on your bare leg tightens only focussing on how soft he feels against your mouth, how addictively you invade all his senses. like every other time, that same carefree warmth permeates his senses as you're within his hold.

once you hear the timer go off, you pull away, pecking him on the nose. tom releases you, nose ticklish and feeling almost intoxicated after such a short kiss.

"did you have wine?" tom asks you, tongue swiping his lip, savouring the flavour, "can taste it."

you wink in response. "m' mate gave it. left some for you if you want." at that, you head into the kitchen.

"what you making?"

"you know that extra pizza you made a few days ago?" he inclines his head in understanding at your reply as he gets up. "got it out the freezer and popped it in the oven. and can i just tell ya, smells fucking amazing."

he chuckles. the cooking class as an extra-curricular activity works then.

tom tags along behind you, shrugging his blazer off on the way there and hooking it on the coat hanger. he rolls up his polo shirt too and disregards it, the material making him feel stuffy. he feels under-dressed anyway, with you in just a silk robe and no bra─which is normal.

switching the oven off, you spin to see tom only in his slacks and black vest─a perfect fit, for sure. though you don't see a difference if he went shirtless; it's been a while where all of his tank tops, shirts included, have just been showing every crevice and defined structure of his abs and chest.

every time he comes in the room shirtless─now because of weeks of training with his mate, harrison─you've been left in somewhat of a dizzy state. he looks far more than sexy when he arrives home from the gym, in a way you can't particularly describe. you haven't mentioned it in fear of slacking due to the exams you had these past two weeks, knowing full well what would happen if you did. though, you admit it would've helped if you pointed it out, instead of him coming in front of you every now and again like... this. it's like he just wants you to say it.

as if his ego isn't inflated enough.

you roll your eyes at the thought. unbeknownst to you, he catches it, smirking.

it's working, he thinks.

but immediately the buzz of his phone effaces the thought of prompting you further. he'd have to leave flexing his biceps later in the evening.

tom gets distracted by the photos he's taken earlier on in the day, rather than harrison's text. you're taking the pizza out of the oven when tom asks you, making you whip your head around, "wanna see where i went to today?"

tom raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for an answer.

you hum, knowing briefly what he's talking about. he had mentioned it a week ago saying he was to go to a place nearby─somewhere in cirencester─as a treat from the history department and studying your market town.

"c'mere, look," his eyes light up, phone in front of your face as he explains, "this building, right, is the 'cirencester lock-up' where the criminals were kept back in the day."

you sit atop the table as he moves to come stand in front of you, examining the pictures-- for almost a minute. then, compelled to do anything but frown, with both your hands, you tilt his head with your forefinger so he could look at you. mindful of his love for the subject, you question him, "this... is the place you went to on your trip, is it?"

"yeah," his ruffled eyebrow furrows, "why? is it not what you expected?"

"well... thought it would be more... grand is all. looks a bit, dunno... shabby─"

you hear him gasp before you have the chance to continue. "─this is history!" he exclaims, before shaking his head at you; he couldn't believe his ears. "big or small... it means so much to this area. sure, it looks old, but they're literal gems of time's past."

the distress on his face is evident - that you can see. it's beyond him why you feel like this. but then again─the drama gcse he took in secondary school offered him the ability to stress a light situation far too much. up till the point, it looks a bit silly when he's being dramatic. to you, this was one of those times.

meanwhile, when you stare tom down, eyebrow raised, the brief aspect swims in the forefront of his mind─that being, you have a tendency to become a puddle whenever he hopes to cajole you into anything, regardless of what he wants. right now, either due to his boredom or you underrating history, it doesn't matter. tonight he decides that it's just going to be about you and him. with a little fun twist.

"i'll just pretend you didn't say anything for my sanity..." he trails off, a slight teasing tone present in his voice, "for now."

"thank god," you mutter. the light of the sun outside reflects on tom's rolex, the same one you gifted him on your anniversary, almost blinding you as its redirecting near your eyes; it's dusk, and the blinds aren't closed yet─also revealing a really beautiful sunset outside which you haven't had time to admire yet because of him. "can you also not blind me? much appreciated."

advancing towards you, he laughs dryly, head coming in level with your own. his happy demeanour from the moment he came home has changed: he's biting his lip, gaze boring into your own with his jaw tight shut.

but then, what really gets to you, the most poignant sound that makes your heart drop is that... he tuts.

you swallow; knowing tom, you feel like it's not really the end. with that in mind, you're not prepared for what's to come. yet immediately, your thighs squeeze together because of the electrical-like current that passes through your body─all the way to where you want him.

in short, you know you're his. heart, pussy and soul - his. and he certainly acknowledges that. your legs slightly go apart at the thought, ready to give any indication for him to bury his head where it rightfully belongs. it's hard not to - especially with the warmth that's radiating from him, his breath hot as he's a few centimetres away, as if luring you already.

the sudden change in atmosphere brings a chill to your spine. the control within his hands is powerful. and you're his victim.

tom gets the message. yet, he doesn't give in all at once. he wants to enjoy you, savour you, adore you. to simply rush would ruin doing all of those things.

"let's focus on how good you've been for me these past few weeks, yeah?" he starts, retreating back to the freezer. he dives in and then, shuts it, an ice cube at hand.

the confusion on your face doesn't go unnoticed; firstly, only one? second, he doesn't use ice except with gin. and there's none of that in the house. unless...

placing the ice cube on the table next to you to stop it from melting, he continues, "maybe after, i can fuck that attitude out of you."

it takes seconds for you to remark, "just because of history? seriously?" you resist the urge to roll your eyes, turning your head to the side, "for the love of fuck."

he shrugs his shoulders, "yep, that's me. i love to fuck," his arms come on either side of you, "any excuse to fuck you."

"so you're basically admitting that you're being a dramatic bi-"

at once, your bottom lip is captured with tom's, swallowing your words altogether when you deepen the kiss yourself. pulling away a little, his voice is raspy when he speaks, "my girl is always so ready for anything."

he knows you're wet, you suppose. it only burns the fire within you moreso at your implication. just as the belt of your robe is untied, your breasts are being caressed by tom's large and callous hands.

tom moves to kiss the underside of your neck, "my woman," a nip at your sweet spot, "my wife," another kiss at your clavicle, "my everything." the primal desire in his kisses grows with each kiss and the affection in his words is sufficient for you to bring him closer, crying out to him for more.

you plead, "tommy-"

"always ready for my cock," he starts again, making your breath hitch in an instant. you bite back a moan at his brazen choice of wording.

"what was that?" he presses, "you can't take it can you? my pretty girl can't take it."

"'course i fuckin' can't."

tom brings the ice cube from earlier over your clothed pussy, grateful for the cold weather. the extreme difference in temperature makes you hiss in delight, body quivering. already, water drips from tom's hands, and it's hard to tell whether it's your arousal or the melting ice.

after moving your navy blue panties to the side, he swirls it around your bundle of nerves again, hips jerking upwards. not only do you notice the cheeky glint in your husband's eyes, but the absence of the ice cube too as his own thumb replaces it.

"already melted?" tom chuckles, "this─" his middle and forefinger slaps your clit with a slight force that makes you yelp, "─warm for me, yeah?"

he doesn't give you a chance to respond, a finger entering your wetness in a heartbeat. whilst his thumb circles your clit, he adds another digit, starting to move in and out in a slow manner─watching you unravel before him.

"you feel so good for me, princess," he coos, leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

darkness soon prevails the room, though not fully, as the street lamp outside only grants tom the pleasant view of your yearning state. a few minutes go by with your chest heaving─letting out aching breaths of air that sears the walls of your lungs. the only thing that treat tom's ears is the squelching sound your cunt produces. his cock twitches at the noise, feeling it pulsing the more the seconds tick by. he feels restrained in his boxers; it's a shame you're not witnessing how hard he is as your eyes are shut tight.

but it's not too long when he feels you convulse around him, because he starts going on a pace that would be considered merciless at this point. whines turn into loud moans, the pressure building up.

owing to this, your legs are shaking, unable to lay off the climax that's approaching. instantly, when at the same moment you become so close, the coil inside you on the borderline of snapping, your attention is averted towards tom's ridiculous belief. again.

"history is what makes us today, don't you believe that?" he pants.

you knit your eyebrows together, trying to focus on cumming first. yet, you snap your eyes open, to see him licking his lips, "t-tom, please─" you falter, chest heaving.

"no," tom responds bluntly, ceasing his movements then and there. his fingers─wedged deep inside your pussy─tense as you somehow suck them in further at his disapproval. you were so near to what you wanted. he goes on, "say it─"

"─gosh, you're insufferable, tom."

he responds by pressing his thumb harshly on your throbbing clit, making you whimper.

"i said say it," tom repeats, "say it right so you get what you think you deserve."

"say what, tom, huh?" you snap through gritted teeth, "history is great?"

"yes, for crying out loud."

"do i get bonus points if i act like i care?" you prompt, seeking to provoke him further; if irritating him will get him to fuck you, then so be it.

he flares his nose, reluctantly pulling his fingers out your dripping cunt. you gulp as you see him remove his trousers as well as his boxers, his cock springing out bold and unbound. you're enticed at his length, no matter how many times you've seen it─stiff and thick and his tip leaking pre-cum. tom catches you licking your lips and you're now more aware than ever of the hunger that lingers in his gaze.

as he strokes his cock, tom's eyes darken as he scans your figure. your body yearns for more, and it shows; the way your body arches up, the way your hands clutch the edge of the counter so tightly─you look so beautiful under his torture.

"just have to prove it to me, darling," he draws closer, "scream my name," he growls, his tip prodding your entrance to which you shakily gasp at the familiar sensation, "when i stretch your walls, i fucking want people to know that i make you feel good,"

"you gonna do that for me, princess?"

his free hand grips your hip, sliding behind to your ass to bring you closer towards the edge of the surface. after squeezing your bum, he slaps it─evoking a sharp jolt of your hips to move forward. the abrupt action causes the aching tip of his cock to slip inside your warm hole whereupon you both groan at the contact.

"reckon i could make you cum in five minutes?"

you shake your head, smirking, "two."

he grins, shutting his eyes and sinking in ever so slowly. he breathes out, "fuckin' ell."

your head falls back, moaning in agreement. fucking hell, indeed; he feels so snug, your pussy accustomed to his size easily as he reaches further. like it was made for him.

whilst your fingers claw into his shoulders, tom moves down to kiss you, mouth hot and wet as it explores every inch of your own and tongues moulding each other repeatedly. you take the chance to clamp around his hips, placing your foot below his ass─allowing him to drive into you deeper.

tom recedes, grunting, "oh."

forget seeing stars─you feel like you can picture planets as he rocks into you. it goes to show how long you've gone without fucking. long enough for your orgasm to be building so soon. two minutes it is. or maybe tom understands your body too well, bottoming out as soon as he sees your jaw going slack. the angle that he's pounding in at is beyond perfect.

soon enough, the shockwaves that edges nearer in your stomach compels you to shove your hips, meeting his strong thrusts without thought. tom's name rolls off your tongue over and over again, the volume of your voice amplifying the more he hits that spot deep inside you─up till the point you're screaming. just like he asked you to before. and there you are, cumming, clenching around his dick as you fail to remember your surroundings. and unfortunately, your neighbours, too.

it's rather quick when you hear tom crying out your name into your neck after you. his thrusts become sloppy, given that he's draining as much of his cum inside you─spending of what he has in him. eventually, he comes to a stop, as well as the harsh bite of his teeth below your jaw. you feel turned on again but not adequate enough for your body to want to come again; you're absolutely spent.

"were you teasing me the whole time?" he mumbles into your chest a minute or two later, still inside you, creating circles with the pads of his fingers on your waist.

the answer you give him lies in the glimmer of your eyes when he looks up at you. "of course i love history, babe," you tease, "glad i pissed you off, though."

"this is why we can't have nice things," he whines, "you're always fucking my feelings over."

"awh no," you murmur, "you know i love you and your inner-nerd of history."

a blush appears on his cheeks. "forget it, now the pizza's cold," he pouts, head resting onto your shoulder.

"your fucking fault, babe," you remark, palms smoothing over the sides of his head, "now eat it."

he has different plans. "wouldn't mind eating you out actually. much better," he murmurs, hands coming to sit on the inside of your thighs. he stretches them again, cock slipping out of your cunt. the whimper you let out is because you feel empty.

you crave to feel stuffed again.

"you really know how to change the mood very quickly. innit, tom?" you ask.

he ignores you; once he's in line with your core, his eyes lock with yours, your breath hitching at the prospect of him giving you head. even after fucking you senseless, you feel like you won't be able to take it.

tom's tongue is already prepared to dive into your hole─some of his cum he's dumped inside moments before decorates your thighs and dribbles onto the floor, though more of his seed seems to still be confined inside you.

it looks heavenly. all his.

"may i?"

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