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saintslewis · 3 months

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❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!journalist reader

summary: a lil joke thing i wanted to write because homeboy is bringing home the big bucks 🤭

warnings: just read 🫵🏽 this is a crack fic lol

saint’s team radio 🎀: don’t take this all too seriously 😭 hope y’all enjoy plus who know i’ll actually make it into a thing 🧍🏽‍♀️

tags: @alika-4466 @purplelewlew @exotic-iris13 @arshiyuh @mauvecherie-writes @yeea-nah @youre-sooooo-funny @louvrepool @queenshikongo3 @cherry2stems @httpsserene @motheroffae

Being an independent journalist in this sport wasn’t easy at all but only within the parameters of any paddock around the world as most journalists rarely agreed with you, being neutral about anything in f1 wasn’t your thing.

Speaking your mind as the race went on was what set you apart from the rest, along with your humour and your honesty towards drivers and team principals. Not to mention you were extremely biased, keeping your liking to three to five drivers but only one occupied your mind every time you think about him.

I think you know who I’m talking about.

Your support for Lewis goes back to 2015, discovering the sport and immediately wanting to put your journalism skills to the test, aiming for the f1 paddock to at least catch a glimpse of the most talked about driver. Quickly building up a blog and several other social media accounts, you got to telling the world your thoughts and feelings for every race and your supporters rooted for you to achieve your goal.

Having the opportunity to attend thee race in 2020 as a guest of F1, you arrived at the Turkish Grand Prix with your head held high and a dress so gorgeous that it sparked rumours between you and the driver you were writing about. Not to mention the hug he gave you when you first met in the Mercedes garage, praising and thanking you for the support over the years. He’s been watching you and your work. That made your heart so warm.

Then he won his 7th world championship, breaking all records and that day, he deemed you his lucky charm.

And since then, it’s been a work wife-work husband friendship between you two. Fans constantly shipping you too, the clips of your shared interviews at the media pen of the intense eye contact and even off-track sightings once in a while such as a quick lunch.

yourusername • 13 mins ago

The atmosphere in Australia was unlike anything you’ve ever seen in your career, the paddock was practically painted red, Ferrari red to be specific. Everyone eager for Lewis to arrive as his first season as a driver for the legendary team.

Deciding to subtly support him and his new team, you rocked maroon everything, not yet ready to fully embrace the extreme bright red. It just might be your new favourite colour, from your hair right down to the tips of your high heeled boots.

Whilst setting your camera equipment up (gracefully given to you by Ferrari themselves), you couldn’t help but reminisce back to the year before of when he told you he was leaving Mercedes, a single facetime call in the nighttime.

“You made me pause the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, this better be good.” You said, placing the popcorn bowl down on your coffee table. Giving him squinted eyes, he just smiled at you.

“Are you alone right now?” He asked and that set aback for a bit. “You tryna do something funny, Lewis? Because you’re in Monaco right now and I’m at my house.” You raised your eyebrow at him, hiding how nervous you were to even suggest that to him but thankfully, he took it as a joke.

“No no, I’ve got some big news and I wanted to tell you before it gets out.” He replied, seeing how you stood up and placed your phone on your kitchen counter to prepare for this. “Okay, I’m ready. What’s up?” You clasped your hands together, not prepared to hear what came out of his mouth next.

“I’m moving to Ferrari next year.”

“You’re lying.” And all he did was smile as he saw your face drop at this news. He shook his head and that woke you to run around your apartment screaming. Running back to your phone, he was still there but just laughing his lungs out.

“Give me the details right now or else I’ll fly there. I’m not playing, Lew.”

A small smile was plastered on your face as you racked through the memories of that night and till that day, you still couldn’t believe it even though it was right in front of you. The media pen became louder and louder as you continued to mic yourself up along with connecting the mic to the camera and you immediately knew who caused the stir.

He already had such an aura surrounding him so much so that you could feel him whenever he entered the room. You were aware he arrived earlier and most likely changed but seeing the official team shirt on him was odd but fitting.

Lewis had a simple routine whenever he got to the media pen: everyone else then you because his time with you could be lengthened and he was so damn grateful that it was a Thursday because it meant even more time just walking around the paddock pretending it’s an interview when really, you guys were just spending time together.

After all the drivers had their interviews with you, laughing as they walked away because of some joke you told or happy that you asked different questions than everyone else. The man of the hour strolled over to your section with a look in his eye that gave you a shiver down your spine.

“Do not give me that look, Lewis. It’s weird seeing you in that shirt.” You said as he leaned against the barricade, maintaining eye contact with you. “I’m just taking in the red on you, it’s your colour.” He smirked at the reaction from you, the slight shock from the tone of his voice.

There was always a tad bit of tension between the two of you, feeling that twinge of a spark whenever he merely touched you. As you worked with over the years, you wanted your crush on him to diminish because that would just be unprofessional but he did not seem to care. At all. Often being spotted at various places together that he claimed were just two friends hanging out but just one look from him could have you in the clouds of days.

“Uh..huh. Wanna get these questions done or you wanna keep staring?” You asked with sass, watching him tilt his head a little and maintaining eye contact. “We can go right ahead, Y/n.” Lewis replied and you knew this was going to be a long interview.

Several questions later with a bunch of tension that you were sure the viewers would catch, you discreetly turned the camera to ask one of your infamous unserious questions that you did with every driver and you were sure this one were to get a laugh out of Lewis.

Holding the little card in front of you, you grinned with your left eye closing slightly more than the other. “It’s one of my favourite parts of any interview, unserious question time.” You said. “How unserious are we speaking here?” He asked with the slightest grin on his face just admiring you do your job.

“Only if you promise to answer it.” You said, holding out your manicured pinkie finger and Lewis hooked his with yours, solidifying the promise. “Okay okay, the whole world was shocked on how much Ferrari wanted you so much so that they literally doubled your salary.” You started.

“It’s now sitting at a hundred million a year. My question to you is who you gonna share it with and will it be me?”

“If you’re being serious, then it can be you.” He smiled and in that moment, your stomach dropped.

“Carl Davidson, I’m not playing around. Are you being for real?” You asked, lowering your voice so that no one could hear a thing.

He leaned in a bit more to whisper his next answer. “As real as you meeting me later on for dinner.” Lewis faced you then winked, walking away with your face still in shock. After standing there for what felt like forever, you felt your phone vibrate with a text from the man himself.

lew <3

you look gorgeous in red btw

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yourusername “anything you want, princess” — lewis hamilton.

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user give me your game card

user you’re eating the red wig DOWN

spinzbeatsinc oh for him to buy me a g wagon

yourusername you already have one???

user you gold digging bitch

user no ways 😭

user not you using him for his money

user think about it, what is he gonna do with so much??

fan she got the chance and she took it, i gotta respect it

user i hope this is a hard launch because i’ve been shipping these two for YEARS

user me too!!

lewishamilton just say the word 🫡

yourusername 🤭🤭🤭🤭

saint’s team radio (again) 🎀: hope you all enjoyed! again, this is like a crack fic lol. there’s so many stories that’ll be released soon i’m excited 🥹 okay bye!

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beawhatchumean · 2 months

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BOOM! IT'S FINISHED!!

after so long, it finally done and dusted and ready for public release :3c

LMK SIX EAR MACAQUE SHIMEJI VER 1.0!!

Just click on the big words and ya can download, ye :D

Contains 2 zipfiles: The normal version and less frames version

Read down below for explanations on that

if got any problems launching and stuff, dont be afraid to message me, i'll try to help ya out :>

but as seen in the quick lil poster i made there, it says extra animation + more more info about that underneath the read 👇

from the top,

EXTRA ANIMATION

Same like the SWK Shimeji, this one is has unique frames for each action of the Shimeji. best example is the walk, run, dash actions seen below

there are other actions that have unique frames like these, you are free to explore them :>

CUSTOM ACTION NAME

There are a few actions renamed in the shimeji code. Here is a guide for what they do:

Take Out Lantern = Mac takes out his lantern and admires it

Create Clone = Shimeji breeding 1

Visit Shadow = Shimeji breeding 2

disclaimer, I plan on making a full action guide list in the future so you can much easier reference what each action does :>, so stay tune when that happens

CUSTOM ACTION

Just like SWK, you may pet the Macaque!! >:3c give the lil bugger all the love he deserves~ (credit to Kilkakon for the original script)

as seen in this gif :3

Steps to do this action is as followed:

Make the shimeji sit down (any surface is okay, ie work floor/window top)

Move the cursor to the shimeji's head

Make sure it is a hand cursor and not an arrow cursor

Pet away!!

If you want to pick up the shimeji without prompting the pet action, just move the cursor lower until it turns into the arrow icon

NON-SYMMETRICAL SHIMEJI

One more thing that causes this to be my fav Shimeji so far. HE HAS NON-SYMMETRICAL FRAMES. Meaning his black sleeve stay on his left, while yellow stay on his right.

To do this, Mackie needed much more frames compared to SWK, which might cause him to lag on some devices. Hence why I prepared 2 versions of Mackie here. One with symmetry and one with none

PLEASE DOWNLOAD THE LESS FRAME VERSION TO NOT FRY YOUR PC'S!!

UPDATES WILL HAPPEN!!

just like SWK, this is version 1.0

updates will happen and I am at work working on the next csutom action. But it will not come out anytime soon since it requires me to draw a bunch of more frames again hhhh

BUT DO STAY TUNED >:3

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but for now that will be all for ver. 1.0

many thanks to anyone interested in this project and of course

BIGGEST THANKS TO THOSE THAT HELPED BETA TEST THEM

for privacy reason they shall stay anonymous but

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ >:3

PLUS EVEN MORE HEARTS!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

#monkiekid #lego #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #six eared macaque #6 eared macaque #lmk macaque #shimeji #monkie kid macaque #lego macaque #liu er mihou

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b1mbodoll · 9 months

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read ur kink list and ik u write gp, does that also include gp reader?

bc i’m js thinking about stepmom!jihyo milking her virgin gp!stepdaughter for all she’s worth. just starting off with handjobs and blowjobs to tease her, then training r to dump as many loads as she can in her. jihyo definitely prefers her stepdaughters cock over her husbands, it’s much longer and no matter how inexperienced she is and how many times she cums in her cunt, she’s always ready to give another load. training her to only think about mommy’s cunt and only want to suck on her tits, ruining r for anyone else.

pairings: park jihyo x f! reader

warnings: stepcest + milf! jihyo + g!p + lactation + pregnancy + breeding + infidelity + manipulation + overstimulation + impact play + mommy kink + degradation + squirting + mind break

💌: ok i have not and after this, will not write g!p reader but i had to answer this real quick bc milf! jihyo is so yummy

stepmom! jihyo taking advantage of her sweet lil stepdaughter’s innocence <3 takes it as far as telling you that if you don’t let her help you empty ur balls it can make ur dick explode. and you, of course, believe her because you’re clueless when it comes to this stuff n why would ur mommy lie to you, don’t you trust her?

the first time she made you cum, she didn’t take things too fast. just lazily wrapped a hand around ur cock n kissed the tip, swallowing your potent cum. it’s hard for her to take things slow but god is it worth it when her training finally cements itself in your brain. you are her toy, she can fuck herself on you whenever she wants and if she wants to ride you to the point of overstimulation you just let her because jihyo hates brats.

slaps you forcefully when you cum without permission or jerk your dick when she isn’t there to take your seed. degrades you too. “you’re such a dumb slut, aren’t you, puppy?” she mocks, gripping your chin hard enough to bruise. “‘m not a slut, mommy. you showed me how to do this! i was jus’ doin’ what you taught me.” the sarcastic smile on her face quickly morphs into an angry frown n she slaps you hard. “so you’re saying it’s my fault?” she sneers, “‘s not my fucking fault you can’t control your pathetic dick.”

jihyo’s scarily upset now, her hands squeezing your balls harshly while she overstimulates your weeping cock. “since you wanna cum so fucking bad let’s see how many times you can fill me up.” you barely have time to process her words before she seats herself on your long cock. every time she rides you she squirts, making a mess on your pelvis. also tells you she’s gonna get knocked up one of these days !!!! blames you when the pregnancy test comes back positive, saying you’re the one who took advantage of her n now u have to take responsibilty for the baby in her belly <3 rewards your dedication to pleasing her by allowing you to cuddle into her chest, nipples leaking warm milk into your wet n waiting mouth.

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beardedjoel · 10 months

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new habits

part two of new addiction | part one

boss!joel x f!reader one-shot collection

summary: you can’t place the emotion - is joel miller guilty for the rendezvous you two had in his office? you soon get an answer in the form of another late night visit with him.

warnings: 18+! MDNI! non-apocalypse au, boss!joel is a lil mean but not too mean, oral sex (f recieving), dirty talk, unprotected piv, fingering, cum play, squirting, size kink kinda, panty stealing, daddy kink (my hand slipped i swear)

word count: 5.1k

a/n: hellooooo back with another part for boss!joel and reader, i got literally one request for another part and was like yep i’m not tired of them yet at ALL so here we go! time to get more depraved with my fav manager

If you didn’t know any better, it would seem like Joel Miller was avoiding you.

The day after what you’ve been referring to as the incident (the most mind blowing incident) he hadn’t even stopped by the office, spending the entire day out at the construction sites. That was a Friday, so the entire weekend you pined, plotted, and over thought the whole thing. Could it be possible that Joel - the same Joel who had gladly and enthusiastically spit right into your mouth for fuck’s sake - was feeling guilty? He certainly hadn’t seemed it when his cock was shoved so deep in your pussy you could’ve seen stars, so what the hell gives now?

Monday came, and Joel breezed into the office in his typical manner, too busy for anything other than a quick “morning” to you all, grumbling that “there’d better be coffee made” before working on scheduling and blueprints in his office for a few hours.

Just having him so close by, your desk mere feet from his office door, makes your skin buzz. Knowing the things you did in there, the depths of your depravity with him that nobody else in the room could even dream about, makes you wild. You realize halfway through the day you’re practically soaking your panties with just your thoughts alone. You really could stand to get it together, you think as you sneak into the break room for a cup of tea, hoping the calming drink could take your mind off of things.

Suddenly the exact opposite is happening when Joel enters the room, sidling up next to you at the counter, fixing to pour himself a cup of coffee. For a few moments just the potent, rich smell of it hangs in the air between you two and Joel clears his throat a little.

“How was your weekend, doll?” he asks quietly, and when you glance at him in semi-shock, he has a knowing smirk on his face. He’s enjoying this, he knows he’s been making you squirm for days, and is testing your patience.

“Was alright. I had a lot to think about,” you reply, and Joel snorts a tiny chuckle out.

“I’ll bet,” he replies, and before you can even return the favor to ask him about his weekend, his hand is around the mug handle and he’s leaving the room.

He doesn’t interact with you for the rest of the day.

You’re practically fuming as you walk to your car after work, not having heard much else from Joel other than the things he was telling everyone in your vicinity, from upcoming projects to a few housekeeping items he needed done around the office this week. The only respite you’d had was when his eyes lingered slightly on you, legs crossed and stretching out gracefully from your short dress. His gaze had raked over your body in a quick, ravenous glance, and that one look could’ve eaten you alive with how much power was behind it. Only a flash of the man you’d met that night, that was all you got for now.

You don’t know what to do from here. Are you supposed to wait for another note? Or did your last secret rendezvous mean that it was free game to pay him a visit any time you wanted as well? You had a feeling the former was more his style, wanting to be in control, to have the upper hand here. You sigh as you grip the wheel on the way home, knowing there isn’t exactly a handbook for the perfect way to have a secret affair with your boss.

When Wednesday comes around, with Tuesday having had almost the same outcome, you’re practically seething, ready to confront him privately and figure out just what the hell is going on in that twisted mind of his. If he likes playing games, fine, you’d just like to at least be clued into them so you can get some enjoyment from the chase of it all.

Your phone pings in the middle of the workday, and your lips part in shock as you glance down at the screen and see words that make the blood rush inside your ears and your heart jump. A new message from Joel Miller. You’d completely forgotten you’d even saved his number on your first day of work, him claiming he wanted every employee to have it for emergencies. And you have to wonder if what he messaged you for truly was, well, an emergency, just of a different nature. A sly smile creeps onto your lips as you read the words on your screen.

Joel Miller: Feeling awful stressed today. Meeting after fuckin meeting. Think you could help me out with that, babydoll?

Your fingers go flying, not caring just how desperately quick you’re texting him back, all the anger brewing inside of you at him quickly forgotten.

You: Whatever you need from me boss ;)

Joel Miller: How about some pretty photos of you to ease my pain

You swallow hard, sneaking off the bathroom, your heartbeat pounding against your chest as if every single person in this office can read your mind and knows what you’re about to do. You lock yourself inside a stall and try to think quickly of what Joel would want to see from you.

You pull the backside of your dress up, showing off the curve of your ass adorned by a cheeky, red lace set of panties and try to angle your phone in a way that will capture the sexy essence you’re going for, feeling absolutely ridiculous with the way you’re contorting your body to try to get the shot. Next, you put a foot up on the toilet seat and try to get an upskirt shot, placing your free hand dangerously close to your pussy, letting the fingers rest comfortably, spread out along your thigh teasingly.

Fuck. Yes. You’re surprised at just how well the photos turned out given your time constraint and shaky hands. You’ve taken a few photos like this before, but something about these, knowing they’re going to Joel, your heart flutters with anticipation as you queue them up with a message for him.

You: Hope these help until you can get the real thing

When you exit the stall with a shaky breath and return to your desk, he hasn’t answered yet, and you assume with good intentions that he’s just in a meeting, not ignoring your absolutely perfect nudes you’ve sent over.

You tap your foot impatiently, trying to get some work done, when your phone lights up next to you, alerting you to a message.

Joel Miller: So dirty baby. Need to get my hands on that perfect ass

You decide on a bold whim to leave him hanging, let him stew without a response from you to egg him on, only the photos.

Joel’s appearance in the office later that evening shows just how long he felt his day was - his tie askew, the knot partially pulled down to give his neck some room to breathe, and hair mussed from running his hands through it too many times. In some perverted little way, you find the sight of him looking so rough exciting. The more stressed Joel is, the more likely he’ll need to lean on you tonight. When your life got this pathetic, you don’t know, but you have a feeling you could trace it back to the first time you laid eyes on Joel Miller.

He walks through the space, saying quick goodnights to a few of his employees that are finishing up for the day, claiming he forgot something at the office when he went out for his meetings earlier. As he reaches to pass your desk, your heart jumps into your throat, and suddenly it’s so dry you can barely swallow.

An imperceptible nod. That’s all he gives you when he passes, but it says everything you need to know. He needs you tonight.

You wriggle in your seat, the dull ache of arousal coming to your attention between your legs as you start to anticipate Joel’s advances being focused on you in just a few short moments. You impatiently wait out everyone else in the office, practically jumping out of your chair at the last of your coworker’s departures.

Shoulders back. Deep breath. Exude confidence.

The silent chant moves through your thoughts as you approach Joel’s office door and poke your head in the small space where the door was left cracked, slowly pushing it open as you enter. The sight that awaits you, Joel sitting back in his office chair, legs spread, as if inviting you to his lap, makes your knees want to quake.

He hasn’t said a word yet, so you choose not to either, taking careful, bordering on feline-like steps around his desk to where he sits. You swing your leg over him delicately, spreading yourself wide as you settle onto his lap, straddling him. He instantly groans at the pressure of your warm body on him, as if that was all he needed in the world to satisfy him.

“Dressed up today, huh? I kinda like it,” you say, wrapping your fingers around the tie and pulling slightly, nudging his head a bit closer to yours.

“Client meetings for a big project, hate wearin’ this shit,” he grumbles. He reaches up to loosen his tie and pull it off over his head, tossing it on the floor next to his chair.

His lips find your neck, but he’s more reserved today, already knowing he has you right where he wants you. His lips graze the skin lightly, sending shiver after shiver of goosebumps over your body. Playful light kisses press onto the sensitive skin over and over, Joel’s tongue flicking out every so often to taste you even deeper.

“Smell so fuckin’ good, all a man needs after a day like mine, swear,” he says gruffly, barely pulling off of your neck, taking a deep breath of the perfume you’d put on just for him, every single day since you started working here.

“You can talk to me, y’know. What I’m here for, all to take care of you. I’m whatever you need,” you say huskily, already lost in all the touch he’s delivering. He simply lets out a small hum of satisfaction, running his large, rough hands along your back, feeling the curve of it as you arch into his touch.

“That make you all wet, babydoll? Wantin’ that pussy to get all used up by me when I need you?” His lips are on you the second his sentence finished, sucking on your neck lightly before tracing up to your earlobe and lightly taking it between his lips.

“Yes, Mr. Miller,” you reply, barely a hushed whisper. You mewl quietly at his lips’ various movements on you, drawing your hips down onto his lap, trying to find any sense of relief. The dull ache from earlier has been replaced quickly with a full on throbbing on your sensitive clit, making you feel wild with need for him.

“Mmm, so polite, sweetheart. Weren’t so polite earlier, were you? Takin’ naughty photos in the bathroom for me.”

You blush under his words and his gaze, unable to control the slightly burning creeping onto your cheeks at the thought of you taking those photos for him earlier. It had felt wrong, contorting and perching yourself just right to get a photo to help fulfill his little fantasies, and you loved every minute of it.

“Liked what you saw?” you ask, your hips starting to grind absentmindedly against his center.

“Y’know I did,” he says, hands sliding to your ass, pulling you closer so that your movements get more friction. You can feel yourself seeping through your panties already, probably about to soak the front of him at any moment. “Such a tease, those little photos, thought ‘bout ‘em all day.”

“What did you think about, huh? What got you through the day?” you whisper melodically in his ear, trying to be the soothing presence for him that you desire so badly to be.

Joel chuckles, deep and throaty. “Little slut, want to hear me talk about how I love your pussy so bad, don’t you? Thought about it all fuckin’ day, could barely hear a word in those damn meetings.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” you purr, hips grinding a little harder, and you let out a breathy sound. You pinch your lips together, suddenly feeling slightly embarrassed at just how shamelessly you’re moving yourself against him. At the least you’re comforted by the fact that you can feel his hard length straining against his jeans as you rub against him, meaning he’s enjoying this just as much.

“Go on, don’t be shy,” Joel says, looking down in between you at the way you’re moving on him. “Kept you waiting a long time, didn’t I, babydoll? Needin’ this cock again so badly.”

You nod as you look at him with heady eyes starting to glaze over with need. “Thought you didn’t need me anymore. Wanted to do my good little job for you.” You whine with a pout, your voice is a low pitched hush, head buried in his shoulder as you continue to get yourself off.

“Doin’ so good, waitin’ on me every moment in case I need ya,” Joel says, and you’re embarrassingly close to climaxing, your soaked panties rubbing perfectly against your clit as you grind on his jeans, the firmness of his cock pressing deliciously against your folds.

“I’m- I’m close…” you whimper.

Joel chuckles again, clearly amused at just how easy it is for you to lose yourself to him. His hands move from where they’ve been kneading your ass through your dress to your hips, and he grips tightly, lifting you up. Your hips grind out into nothing, and you groan loudly at the unexpected interruption in your quickly approaching bliss.

“N-no, Mr. Miller, I- please -” Your entire body shudders down with the loss of the coming climax, your insides feeling like they’re clawing to get the sensation out, but with nothing there to edge it forward, you’re lost. You sigh in desperation, reaching to grip his shoulders and pull yourself back down.

“Nuh-uh, sugar,” Joel tuts with a devious glint in his eye. “Playin’ with you will make me feel better, isn’t that what you want?”

Your entire body shakes as you nod yes, and Joel smirks happily. “Good girl,” he says, “Now what to do with you…” He looks you over, his eyes roaming over your tits now starting to spill out of the top of your dress with the way you’d been rubbing against him, moving the fabric.

“You like dressin’ like a little whore for me, don’t you, havin’ your tits out and everything,” he says, releasing your hips to palm both of them, squeezing them upwards, testing the weight in his hands.

“Want to give you something fun to look at at work,” you say with a little giggle, which Joel returns with his own gruff chuckle.

“Y’sure do,” he concludes, tearing the dress down to reveal your chest to him, and he hisses through his teeth, seeing your bare tits bounce out at him.

“Knew you’d look so perfect,” he practically growls out, immediately going for one of your nipples, rolling it between his fingers. You let out a gasp, your hips defying all logic and moving of their own accord, grinding down on him again as your back arches.

“Lemme taste you, that’ll make daddy feel so much better,” Joel says, eyes transfixed on the way he’s playing with your nipples and your body’s eager reactions to it. You’re not even sure he realizes the new shift in dynamic he’s just introduced, the words flowing out of him so naturally.

“Yes, daddy, taste me, taste me,” you say, echoing him without a second thought. You weren’t sure where it came from, but whatever gets Joel off seems to get you off, if you’re honest. Your cunt is aching beyond control now, the throbbing bordering on painful now, your breath hitching at the thought of his tongue licking the increasingly sensitive spot.

“Be good and get on up there, then,” Joel commands, nodding towards the desk. You sit on the edge, legs dangling and spreading open for him. “All the way back,” Joel corrects, grabbing at your hips and scooting you himself, then placing a hand on your chest and pushing back, so that you eventually end up laying down completely. Joel hovers over you, playing with the hem of your dress, slowly pulling it up.

You writhe and wriggle, strangled little cries coming out of your mouth, unable to take the anticipation anymore.

“Joel…” you whine.

“Haven't even started yet and you’re callin’ my name,” he laughs before his fingers reach the band of your underwear, sliding a finger along it. You cry out again when his finger brushes further down on your mound. You want to slam your fists onto the desk in pure desire-fueled frustration, but you refrain, showing Joel how eager you are by movements and twists of your hips.

When he finally pulls your panties down, the cool air touching your bare sex, you sigh a bit of relief at the coming pleasure.

“Didn’t get to ‘preciate this ‘nuff the last time, sugar,” Joel muses. “Bet you taste so sweet too… fuckin’ divine…” One of his fingers swipes through your slit and you gasp, peering up at him as you watch him slide it through several times to your entrance, gathering as much slickness as he can. He slides the finger into his mouth, tasting it almost pornographically, groaning in pleasure before popping it out.

“Was right, y’know. Ever tasted yourself, babydoll?” Joel asks with an enticing lick of his lips, like he needs to clean every bit of you off that he can.

“N-no, I haven’t,” you answer, too stunned by his behavior and your distractingly aching pussy to think of anything witty to retort.

“Oh, you’re missin’ out,” he coos before repeating the same motions on your pussy, every time he brushes the sensitive bud of your clit it’s own tiny form of torture. He leans over your body, his shiny, slick finger reaching towards your mouth.

“Don’t make me hav’ta ask,” he warns, and you sit up on your elbows and part your lips alluringly, allowing his finger to slide right in. You suck hard with a swirl of your tongue, hoping it emulates the way your mouth had felt on his cock just a few days ago. It seems to do the trick, Joel’s smile growing into a devious smirk as he groans a little.

“This fuckin’ mouth,” he says with a shake of his head, letting his finger linger a few moments longer, pumping it in and out of your mouth in slow strokes. “Such a pretty mouth, but does such dirty things for me, doesn’t it?”

You nod for him before Joel pulls his finger out of your mouth and moves back to position himself between your legs.

“Legs up, just like that,” Joel says, manually lifting your legs so that your knees are bent with your feet flat on the desk, legs immediately falling open for him. He takes a long pause to look at your completely exposed cunt, a burning look of desire in his eyes.

“Poor baby, ain’t ya? So wet and ready with no cock inside ya to ease the pain. You achin’ for daddy’s cock, sugar?” Joel delivers a swift slap to your pussy that sends your hips lurching forward for a moment before he laughs.

Asshole, you think with a little rush of desire. But this absolute asshole is about to make you come, so you decide against saying anything of the sort.

“Mhm,” you say instead. “Need you to use me and fuck yourself better, daddy.” Joel nearly snarls at the nickname leaving your mouth, starting to undo his belt as he lowers his head in between your legs. One hand is gripping onto your thigh while the other steadily works to free his cock from his pants, palming it tightly as his mouth licks a long strip up your pussy. His fingers dip inside of you gathering up your arousal before he brings it down to his cock, spreading it along the lengthy shaft. He moans into your cunt as he licks, beginning to stroke himself as he tastes you.

You’ve never been treated like this before, like Joel is a man hungry for his last meal as he ravenously slurps and licks up every bit of arousal that keeps pouring out for him. His enthusiastic yet gruff reactions and noises start a vicious cycle - you’re so turned on by it that you’re getting impossibly wet, and in turn, Joel laps it up like he’s never tasted anything better in his life. It brings you close to the brink faster than you’d expected, another high quickly building low in your stomach. The tingling sensation starts to overtake every one of your senses and you let out a moan low and deep from your throat.

“Oh, Joel, p-please, I’m so close…” you murmur, your head rolling wildly on the desk as his tongue flicks on your clit and then sucks for a few pulses. “Daddy…” you whimper, and the guttural noise he makes is indescribable before he pulls off of you completely. You cry out, feeling tears start to form in your eyes at the injustice he’s been serving on your pussy tonight.

“Let daddy play with you a bit, it’s half the fun,” he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice, and it instantly adds to your frustration just how much he’s getting off on this. The sound of his hand slapping against his own flesh comes and goes, and he seems to be bringing himself close to climaxing along with you.

He brings you back to the edge again moments later with just the lightest flicks of his tongue right on your clit, and as he senses your entire body tensing he stops again, leaving a desperate moan to die out in your throat as you’d nearly reached the throes of ecstasy again.

“Please… I’m begging you, it’s too much, Joel,” you whine. Your whole body is starting to tremble, your hips squirming along the surface of your desk from the throbbing of your swollen, aching heat just wanting him to give you release.

“Little longer, babydoll, be a good girl and keep begging me,” Joel replies.

“Please, let me come, I’ll do anything,” you say, your frown deepening despite the way that you’re also getting off on this, maybe just as much as him. You’ve never had someone give you so much careful, specialized attention like this - taking the time to make you feel this insanely turned on and desperate for them.

Joel puts his face between your legs again while you let whispers of your continued begging along with his name pass your lips over and over until he edges you one more time and you nearly scream, letting out a choked back moan for him instead.

“Music to my ears,” Joel chuckles, and you breathe heavily, then peer down at him with your slick covering his face from the way he’s been indulging himself repeatedly on your pussy and you feel yourself clenching, nearly reaching your climax from the sight of him like that alone.

You nearly feel like passing out at this point, your breathing so erratic and body so overstimulated that you nearly can’t take it anymore when Joel returns to his former position, but this time inserting two fingers, stretching you as he scissors them apart while his tongue works on your clit. You cry out a furious whimper, your body bordering on madness as you feel Joel push deep inside of you with his fingers before pressing right on the perfect, spongy part inside that has your eyes rolling back.

“H-holy shit,” you blurt out, the tension coiling deep in your belly quickly as Joel presses over and over while he works his tongue on your abused clit. His other hand pushes down low on your belly, only increasing the sensation of everything and you’re panting, wild, incorrigible sounds flying out of your mouth.

“Don’t stop, please, please, don’t… let me come this time, I can’t take it anymore,” you manage to say as your body tumbles towards a cliff, your insides clawing for release and escape from this heavenly torture he’s put putting you through. Joel doesn’t stop this time, but intensifies everything - his fingers, his mouth, his warm, large palm pushing down on the bottom of your stomach.

You scream over and over, barely registering the sheer volume of the sound leaving your mouth as you gush and spasm onto him, the tether to reality snapping as you're transported to another place for a few moments, your vision going dark as you squeeze your eyes shut in pure bliss. You’re coming so hard that it seems like it’s never ending, sloppy, wet noises filling the room along with your little sobs. A sudden gush escapes you in the midst of everything, and when you finally come down, only then do you realize the reason everything felt so unreal for a moment, so much.

You can feel the excess wetness on your dress, all over the desk underneath you, and you nearly die with embarrassment at how much of a mess you’ve made because of this man, but Joel doesn’t seem to mind one bit, sliding you forward and wrapping his arms underneath your back, sitting you up and pulling you to your feet. You sway dazedly in your current state, practically useless to speak, think, or move, but Joel seems to be covering those bases for the two of you.

He swings your body in his grip, slamming your back against a nearby tall cabinet full of files that you’d spend hours helping organize, but you tear your mind away from the droll thought and back to Joel, whose cock is now pressing against your slick folds as he lifts one of your legs and hooks under your knee, holding it up.

“Fuckin’ filthy girl for me aren’t you? Squirting all over the place… like the way I make you come, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes, I do. S-so- so good,” you reply, hips bucking forward towards his cock despite the oversensitivity now raging there. He pushes in with one swift stroke, burying himself deep and you yelp at the sudden stretch. You’ve been warmed up plenty, but the sheer size of Joel is still enough to cause a sharp moment of discomfort before your body adjusts.

“I know, c’mon babydoll, you can take it. Want to make me feel good, don’t you?” Joel coos, his voice a little gentler now, urging you along.

You nod enthusiastically for him, grinding forward to take the last bit of him into you until he’s fully seated. He grins wildly, his eyes flashing intensely as he starts to fuck you in earnest, snapping his hips into yours quickly.

“That’s a good girl for me,” he praises as you continue to take his cock over and over, and you’re so full, you can feel everything - him throbbing against your walls as he slides in and out.

“So f-fucking full of you, Joel,” you murmur as you flutter your eyes.

“That’s right, babydoll, y’like my big cock using your little pussy, like it when I fill you up,” he grunts as his breath starts wavering more. Your own body is trembling, another climax building right where Joel’s cock is slamming into you each time he pushes in again.

“Yes, Joel, fill me up today. Don’t pull out,” you beg.

Joel groans loudly, and you feel a rush of satisfaction at the way your words hold so much power over him. You can feel how you drive him wild, in and out of your own private world in his office. The way he steals glances at you, ogles your short skirts and dresses, the cleavage that you show for him, down to right now, when simply telling him to come inside of you has him practically spasming.

“Want me to fill you up with daddy’s come, that it? Like the little slut for me you are,” Joel retorts, his movements more sporadic now as he chases his own climax.

“Only if it’ll help your day get better, Mr. Miller,” you tease with eyelashes fluttering, and Joel lets out a strangled little chuckle, his eyes completely glazed over with lust as you look into them.

“Fuckin’ kiddin’ me, sugar, ‘course it would,” he says simply, letting out a little moan as he feels you squeeze around him slightly as he brushes against your walls over and over.

“Then do it, fill me up, daddy,” you say, and Joel doesn’t need to hear anything more, can’t hear anything more as he thrusts deeply into you and you gasp, feeling him come and fill you up so deeply. You milk every bit of it out of him, feeling your own climax overtake you unexpectedly at the pure power trip you’ve gotten from making him come this hard. You shudder into his cock still inside of you, your own white creaminess coating his shaft along with his cum and you let out a breathy moan at the sight of it pulling out of you a few moments later.

“Sure made a mess, bad little girl,” Joel sucks his tongue between his teeth a few times, chastising you. “Half a mind to make you clean all this up.” He shakes his head as he steps away, but you just smile bashfully at him, still leaning against the cabinet, dripping pussy and tits still falling out of your dress.

“Really gonna ask that from me after all I did for you tonight, baby?” you ask him with a saccharine smile, your voice dripping honey like off your tongue.

“Lookin’ like that? No way in hell. You just stand there pretty and let me get a good look at ya all fucked out like that f’me,” Joel replies, tucking himself back into his pants.

You spy your underwear on the ground, and as Joel follows your eyeline he swipes them off the floor, but tucks them in his back pocket again instead of handing them over to you. After the second time, you can see this is one of his things, and take a mental note to buy some more panties.

“Need to do this more often, don’t we?” Joel asks as he settles back into his office chair, groaning a little as he goes down.

“Absolutely,” you grin.

#barking ferally for boss!joel this has turned into an obsession my friends #fic: new addiction #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #fic: boss!joel

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— DUMMY DADDY + tobio kageyama.

↳ warnings: fluff, parent!au, reader is a mother, i just wanted to write tobi as a daddy !!! pls he’s so cute i love him so so much. your baby boy says his first word and it’s not what either of you expect.

“it’s going to be mama,” you tell kageyama matter of factly. “his first word is going to be mama.”

you don’t need to look at the setter to know that he’s glaring daggers into your back while you prepare a fruitsnack for your baby boy. “how do you know that?” the glares only continue when you turn, holding out a bowl of mushed apples and peach to your son as he gargles happy sounds towards his parents.

“mother’s intuition, tobio.”

your husband scoffs, snatching the bowl from you so you have both your hands to take a seat at the table— sitting on the other side of your baby’s high chair. “well,” he starts. “you’re wrong, s’gonna be papa. ain’t that right lil’ man.” the man coos, hand becoming an aeroplane and garnering the interest of his carbon copy as he spoons the crude baby food mix past tiny lips and into a slobbering mouth. he claps chubby hands down on his high chair, kicking socked feet out when tobio spoon feeds him again. “see? daddy’s his favourite.”

“whatever,” you huff, but you don’t fight the smile that tugs on your lips watching the two of them interact. if tobio is your sun; then your little thirteen month old is your husband’s stars moon and night sky. he’s been kageyama’s favourite person since he was just a twinkle in either of your eyes— since you held up three pregnancy tests over a shitty facetime call when your husband was abroad, playing for his Italian team.

they’ve been inseparable since his birth, as soon as your boy was able to leave the house tobio had his baby carrier court side during practices for the Olympic team. your baby would laugh loud and proud whenever his daddy made super high jumps and sets for uncle hinata, whenever he and uncle tsumu got into little squabbles on the court. your baby smiles just like tobio does when you take him to italy for his first birthday— they’re the spitting image of each other, you’d find that with a quick swipe through your camera roll.

two sets of sapphire blue eyes and mops of black fluffy hair— it’s almost unfair how identical they are, he’s just barely got the slope of your nose and your lopsided smile and somehow the beauty mark you have dotting your left cheek, but still. he’s yours, and tobio’s a product of your love that your husband had cried over when he came into the world silent and not screaming like you’d hoped. only for a minute though, you’d later discover through sleepless nights that your son had a set of pipes on him.

oh how little kageyama had grown, how he’d changed your life as well as his daddy’s… so to you, it didn’t matter what his first word was— not really. it was just another moment for you to treasure and admire your boys.

“tell mama that i’m your favourite,” tobio grins, tickling your chubby little baby till you’re sure his cheeks are sore and you hum in content, resting your own cheek on the seat of your palm.

“not gonna happen, tobi, he’s a mama’s boy,” you interject and reach up, twirling a black strand of baby hair between your fingers. “say mama f’me honey,” it’s your turn to coo, lifting yourself from your seat to press kisses all over the right side of your son’s face.

kageyama mimics you, taking over the left side so that no area of your son’s face goes untouched. “nuh uh, we’ll see about that—!” neither of you expect the baby hand to slap down into his bowl of mush causing it to fly up and everywhere— smacking the father of your child in the face and ruining your counter tops. your baby squeals in amusement, slapping his dirty hands everywhere at the sight of his messy parents.

“no baby, don’t do that,” you whine, already reaching for the paper towels to clean both of your boys up. “so silly, huh baby?”

big blue eyes look up at you with unadulterated innocence— as if he hasn’t just destroyed your kitchen and ruined kageyama’s favourite shirt but you can’t stay mad at him, letting your pro volleyball player husband wipe the mush from his hands and face.

“you’re lucky your mum loves you bud, not even i could get away with this.”

“d-du!” your baby squeals back, making both you and kageyama freeze in your place— slowly looking back to him as he sweetly stumbles over his first word. “du-! duuu!”

you whip out your phone faster than you can say your son’s name— smiling at him encouragingly while he looks between his unsuspecting parents. “go on baby!! say mama, ma-ma!”

“nuh uh, daddy…da-da!”

your son blinks slow and then says. “dum’ass!”

tobio kageyana has never been more in fear of his life than he had right now— your gaze burning a hole in his shoulder while your baby gets his hands dirty in the moosh on his baby chair. “it was nice knowing you, baby.” the setter says solemnly, pinching his son’s cheeks.

“dududu—dum’ass!!”

“tobio—“

“dum’ass!”

kageyama squishes your baby’s face together in desperation, as you put away your phone to finish cleaning up. “c’mon sweetheart, you wanna grow up with your dad in your life don’cha?” he pulls your baby into his lap, making him wave to you on behalf your husband who’s matching blue gem eyes are begging for your forgiveness. “‘m sorry mama!” tobio coos in a baby voice.

“du’mmy!”

“you’re really hitting the nail on daddy’s coffin baby,” you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the pair, ruffling two sets of beautiful black locks and pressing kisses to their faces— an extra long, sloppy lingering one under tobio’s ears. “but i’ll deal with that later, sweetheart. you really need to stop calling uncle hinata names when you take our baby to practice.” you scold him.

but you’re hardly serious, not when your boys look at you with mischievous and loving blue eyes.

#tteokdoroki #kageyama x reader #kageyama x you #kageyama fluff #kageyama drabble #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #kageyama imagines #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #hq drabbles #haikyuu drabbles #tobio kageyama x reader #hq writing #hq imagines #kageyama fics #🗑. aali’s chatroom

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bradshawsbitch · 2 years

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“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.” With our boy Rooster!

oof, we love our boy Rooster! but we also know our boy can have a bit of a temper... thanks for requesting it!!

disclaimer: It's funny how I promised myself I'd never write this trope, but here we are lmao.

description: the squad is enjoying a night at the hard deck, and some fucker makes nasty lil dumbass comments that makes rooster pissed.

warnings: bar fight, misogyny, feminist king!Rooster, protective Rooster, mentions of blood

(y'all already knew i had to use this gif)

Bradley was, according to himself, usually a very level-headed man. Except for if you mentioned his father. Or his mother. Or Maverick. Or you, for that matter. But other than that he was cool as a cucumber. He never really figured himself to be a jealous type, either - he usually trusted people to do their thing and he did his.

Which is why, when looking back at the incident that had gotten him into his current predicament (you, holding an icepack to his split lip), he figured maybe he had been wrong.

It had all started off as any old night at the Hard Deck. Coyote and Hangman occupied the darts board, Phoenix and Bob were laughing at something that had happened during their flight earlier that day as they racked up a game of nine-ball, and you were dancing to the jaunty tune of Shania Twain's 'Man! I Feel Like a Woman' whilst Rooster sat by the bar, nursing a beer and a big grin watching his girlfriend dance and laugh with Halo. As Shania sang the line 'let our hair down', you looked at Rooster, flipping your hair and swaying your hips seductively with a little secret smile on your lips, enjoying your time letting loose after a week's hard work flying. He grinned back at you, sending you a quick wink and relishing in the giggle that slipped past your lips before you turned to Halo again.

"This is why I don't think women should be in the navy," a voice scoffed from beside Bradley, who turned to look at the man sat next to him for the first time since he'd sat down. Bradley had hardly noticed him at all until he spoke up. Seeing as Bradley considered himself a level-headed man, he gritted his teeth - surprised at how young the man beside him was.

"C'mon man, the first female aviator in the Navy was 1978. Don't you think it's time to let it go?" Bradley grumbled, having read through the female history of the Navy, just because he thought it was important to know. 1978 was a long time ago, sure - but he figured they'd let women do what they wanted before that. But apparently not. The man raised a brow, and Rooster just knew this was going to be a painful conversation to have. But he would have it, because if he didn't - who would?

"What are your reasons for thinking women shouldn't be able to enlist?" Rooster continued, glaring at the lieutenant sat next to him.

"Well, it's obvious isn't it? They're obviously weaker both physically and mentally. And then there's-- all of this," the man gestured to you and Halo having fun on the dance floor, now doing a silly move where you bumped hips before jumping the other way and bumping the other side. Rooster frowned, looking back at the young man.

"Because they can dance?" Rooster was bewildered, and he could feel his cheeks turning red with anger. That level-headedness of his was being tested thoroughly by this man.

"They're sluts, man! They're just looking to fuck anything that moves, okay? Fucking shaking their asses and hanging off any lieutenant that'll look their way. It distracts the whole team, honestly - it throws the whole order off," the man obviously couldn't think of a reason other than his own damn misogyny.

"Don't fucking talk about them like that. What gives you the right?" Bradley seethed, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Oh, I see - which of the whores are you fucking?" the man stood up, laughing condescendingly at Bradley. This made Bradley get out of his seat, standing at his full height, still keeping his distance before he growled out;

"Shut your mouth before I shut it for you, fucker" the man stepped closer to Bradley, and Rooster furrowed his brows as he pushed the man in the chest to make him back down. That was apparently the straw for the other man, who immediately swung at Bradley, his fist making contact with Roosters chin and lip. Bradley was too surprised to be able to brace himself for the impact, and his head snapped to the side at the impact, stumbling for a moment before his eyes grew black with rage. He was shouting now, telling the fucker to get the fuck out of the Hard Deck, easily putting his strong arm around the other mans neck in a headlock, dragging him to the door and giving him a hard shove in the back so that he landed on his back on the ground.

"Don't you fucking ever talk about our girls like that again!" Rooster shouted, pointing his finger at the man before spitting blood right at his face.

The bar had gone eerily quiet as he returned. He saw you making your way towards him, a concerned look etched on your face. He looked around a moment before he barked that everyone should mind their business. Everybody started before returning to hushed conversation.

"Rooster, what happened?" your eyes were filled with worry, your hands finding his face as they gingerly cradled him, and his large hands settled softly on your waist.

"Don't worry about it, darling.." he mumbled as you grabbed his hand and led him to a booth, where you scurried to ask Penny for ice and some medical equipment. You tended to him silently, brows furrowed.

"I was just helping Penny ring the bell," Rooster joked, smiling at your exasperated look. His anger had disappeared the moment you'd laid your hands on him, and now you stood in between his legs, your hands gingerly tending to his split lip. He was looking up at you with so much adoration that you started to feel your cheeks heat up.

"It was kind of hot," you admitted, the sight of Rooster's biceps flexing in his black t-shirt forever ingrained in your brain. Bradley smirked, his hands gliding down to rest at the swell of your ass, bringing you closer to his broad chest, your other hand resting on his shoulder as you looked down at his gorgeous form.

"Yeah?" Rooster smirked, wanting to kiss you senseless for admitting that to him.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #thanks mak!!#300 celly

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kimpossibly · 1 year

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cherry coke (d. jones)

pairing: daisy jones x fem!reader summary: after an exposing news article is published in rolling stone, daisy and y/n have to figure out how to deal with the world knowing the truth. warnings: swearing, homophobia (not a lot, just mentions and implications for plot reasons only, but nothing explicit), drugs, drinking, s*x (mentioned but not described), mentions of addiction (past and current), daisy wanting to commit h*micide (vengeful wife vibes)

author's note: so this is what i was doing while demotivated to write the chain. I PROMISE I WAS TRYING but this idea also appeared to me and i just. i had to guys. i HAD to. i'm glad you guys have enjoyed the final part of the chain (and by that i mean yelling at me in the comments for making you guys cry. no i am not sorry, this is what i was going for all along) but seriously, i love that you guys loved it. yes it was sad but i'm glad you all felt that with me, because boy was it difficult to write. so here's a happier one! i saw someone say that daisy jones gives iconic lesbian energy and i was like you know what???? i VERY much agree! like, she set so many trends and broke out of the box in so many ways...so like why not by being gay yk?? anyway, this one gets a lil angsty and then supa cute again so enjoy! i love you guys <3

DAISY JONES: You're famous long enough, you start to ignore the rumors. They're always gonna be there―some of 'em will surprise you when they're true, but most of the time they're just plain bullshit. You have to let them roll over you without a second thought. [pause]. But when that Rolling Stone article came out...it scared me. It was like Jonah Berg had stumbled on the gold mine of his career that could ruin mine in a second.

Y/N L/N: [holds up magazine] Inside Daisy Jones' and Y/n L/n's Torrid Love Affair. Quite the headline, huh? At the time, though, it kinda felt something like a death sentence. [pause] Look, the seventies were great, right? The parties, the music, the nightlife...but there were things that society just wasn't ready for yet. And that was what we were.

DAISY JONES: We were both so far deep into our denial then that it just...well, it made me want revenge [laughs]. But Y/n wasn't like that. She had her own things to deal with.

Y/N: Let me just tell you this one thing: never take your best friend on tour.

"You guys sold out this entire place?" Moody said as he looked around the giant stadium.

The band was in the middle of soundcheck in Henderson, but Y/n still found a moment to throw an arm over her childhood best friend's shoulders. "You sound surprised. If I were in a worse mood I might be offended."

Moody chuckled as Y/n wandered away to where Daisy was singing quietly into the main mic. Y/n knocked her foot into Daisy's boot as she passed, giving the girl a quick sly grin. Daisy returned it (not without a cleverly placed eye roll) and went on singing.

After a moment, an arm wrapped around Y/n's waist, pulling her back. She let out a shriek that melted into a laugh as Daisy pulled her back to the mic, saying, "Get back here and sing some harmonies with me!"

Moody watched with a quizzical look as Daisy and Y/n sang into the same microphone to test. Neither one of them could seem to really take it seriously; if their eyes met for even a second they'd laugh through the melody, effectively accomplishing nothing in the way of sound checking.

Eventually Y/n pulled herself away from the mic. She sang backup and harmonies on some of the songs off Aurora, but she never really liked having her own voice front and center. Besides, she was perfectly content to listen to Daisy sing. Daisy had a voice that demanded to be listened to. And Y/n loved it.

Billy passed by, impatiently shoving a guitar in Y/n's hand. "You gonna keep staring at Daisy, or are you gonna play?" he said in passing. Y/n stuck her tongue out at him and shouldered the guitar, still watching Daisy out of the corner of her eye as she plucked out the starting melody to Honeycomb.

Moody went to join the crowd when the first few concertgoers began to file in. From there it was a steady stream of fans, the chatter in the room growing louder and louder until thousands of people stood in the room, cheering and chanting for the band.

Moody had to admit it. He was impressed with what Y/n and the band had created for themselves.

The show began when Daisy walked onstage, red hair aglow in the pink and blue lights. There was glitter on her cheeks and dark makeup smudged around her eyes. And when Y/n walked onstage behind her, Moody noticed that she too had glitter on her face and lipstick smudged around her mouth.

The show was fantastic. When Daisy was at the mic (which, at that time, was always) she was electric, attracting light and eyes wherever she went. Whenever Billy stepped up to sing with her, it was like there was some instant kind of chemistry between them. They looked at each other, sang to each other, and it all made it feel like they were the only two in the room.

But there were times―few and far between, but still times―when Daisy would pick up the mic and go by Y/n as she played the guitar. In those moments, Daisy and Y/n would meet eyes, and the fits of laughter they'd had during soundcheck were nowhere in sight. They were focused on nothing but each other and the music. It seemed to suck all the air of the room in a single breath.

And during a particularly intricate guitar solo, Daisy got down on her knees in front of Y/n and sang up to her, setting the crowd ablaze with cheers and chatter.

Moody met back up with the band after the show, at which time Y/n leapt into his arms and stayed there, holding on and riding around as he greeted the other members of the band.

Daisy passed him last, and he gave her a short nod of his head. "Great show, Daisy."

"Why, thank you," she said in a very Daisy-way. As she passed, she gave a quick squeeze to Y/n's side, never taking her eyes off the girl until she was on the other side of them. It was an almost imperceptible gesture, but he saw.

Now, in that era of rock, shows didn't just stop after the set. The parties that followed were infamous for being the wildest place to be. Drugs and alcohol everywhere you looked, sex swimming in the air. If you wanted to dance a little too close to the devil, that was where you needed to be.

Moody got about as far as the entrance and tapped Y/n on the shoulder. "I'll meet you at your room."

She nodded, then bounced into the party without another word. I'll meet you at your room was code for their regular post-show routine. Y/n would go off to some party with Daisy and get shitfaced while Moody settled into Y/n's hotel room with a book. Around four or five in the morning, she'd stumble into her room, giggly and high, sometimes with Daisy at her side. Then Moody was in charge of sliding off her boots and making sure she sure got in bed and slept on her side. Then, he would go back to his own room for a few hours of well deserved sleep. Sometimes Daisy left, sometimes she didn't. Moody didn't put up much of a fight when it came to her.

Despite the fact that the party was nearly two floors above him, Moody could hear and feel the music through the ceiling. Hotel security never did much, mostly due to the hefty security deposit made by Rod and management. Hotels learned to expect this kind of thing when a rock band as famous as Daisy Jones & The Six came in town.

Meanwhile, Y/n was two floors above, stuck to Daisy's side, greeting everyone she saw and doing any drug she stumbled across. Her glass kept getting refilled, though she wasn't sure quite how. She allowed Daisy to pull her from group to group, keeping themselves latched together by the hand. And, around two in the morning, everyone was too faded to notice them slip out of the front door together.

The knock at Moody's door came at around 4:58. It was one, single sharp rap, then the dull thud of Y/n's head hitting the door. A soft giggle floated through the wood, "Let me in, Michael," she said, and he could practically hear the smile on her face through it.

He opened the door to see her leaned on the door frame, shoes in her hand, makeup smudged, hair messed up, clothing askew. Even then he thought she looked so beautiful, standing there, looking like she had just been blown through a tornado. Even then, she seemed to glow.

"G'morning," she greeted with a nod, stumbling in through the entryway.

Sure enough, she tripped over her own feet and nearly collapsed within a few seconds, sending Moody lunging to catch her around the waist. "Okay," he groaned, "no more of...well, anything for you tonight."

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, "If I had known you were going to be such a buzzkill, I woulda left you in Pittsburgh."

He guided her to the bed and sat her down. She slumped over, face half squished in the pillow. He held out a hand. "Give me all you got."

Y/n gave him a childish glare before digging in the pocket on her coat and pulling out half a dozen little baggies of pills and powders. She reluctantly smacked them into his hand, shifting further onto the bed to starting getting comfy.

"Thank you," he pocketed the drugs and started unlacing her boots. "You know, one of these days, all the parties are going to catch up to you, and you're either going to regret it, or you'll be passed out in the gutter. Just think about that."

"I've passed out in a gutter before. Not the best experience I've had, but not the worst."

He chuckled, sliding her coat off her arms. As he was pulling the covers over her, Y/n giggled. "I have a secret," she sang in a taunting voice.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, crouching down to her level. "Hit me."

"Nuh-uh. It doesn't work like that."

"Really? How does it work then?"

Y/n paused and thought for a moment. Then, she laughed again like she had just thought of something really dirty. "No!" she squealed. "No, no. I can't tell you. Nuh-uh."

Moody crossed his arms, giving her a pleading look, and then she sighed. "Fine," she relented with a grin, "Come here."

He leaned in, and she beckoned him even closer, until her lips were nearly pressed against his temple. Then, she spoke in a dreamy whisper, "I slept with the It Girl."

Moody pulled away, eyes wide. Y/n just giggled again like she couldn't believe it. She laid down on her side, eyes fluttering closed as she hummed the tune of Tiny Love. "Big eyes, big soul, big heart, no control, but all she got to give is Tiny Love."

She giggled like a maniac, seeming to find humor in those words then, and Moody went unnoticed as he stumbled out of the room, mind reeling at a million miles an hour. Y/n's giddy giggles floated up through the hallway after him, chasing him, until they finally came to a sudden stop.

The next morning she was awoken by Rod knocking at her door, yelling something about the bus leaving in ten. With a heavy pounding in her head, Y/n got up, and found she was unable to recall anything from the night before. Well, all except one thing―a thing that brought a little smile to her face when she recalled it.

After a sluggish bout of packing, the band was off to the next city―Sacramento, they told her. Good. She missed California.

All was normal for the drive. All except Moody. He hardly spoke to her, despite being a very talkative person normally. And when she did address him directly, he responded in as few words as possible. He was angry with her―they had been friends long enough for Y/n to be able to recognize that much. Eventually she gave up on trying to coax him to conversation and sat by Daisy, leaning her head on the girl's shoulder to try and get some sleep.

They made a stop before the hotel at some dinky dive bar to meet with Jonah Berg, a reporter for Rolling Stone. They sat around a table and drank, talking a little about the album and a lot about where they were headed next.

When things began to wind down and the band started to pack up, Jonah noticed Moody standing at the back of the room, arms crossed over his chest, glaring at no one in particular. Something about him looked like a story waiting to happen.

"Are you with the band?" he asked.

"Sure, you could say that."

Jonah lowered his voice. "Then what's got you looking all stormy?"

Moody paused, grappling with his next decision. He could either say it was nothing and tell Jonah Berg to buzz off, which, in all respects, would be the better choice. Or, he could tell the truth. And that, of course, would be disastrous. But people often made the disastrous choice when their feelings were involved.

Then he looked back at Y/n and Daisy, swaying together as Karen played a bluesy tune on the piano, and his heart constricted in his chest.

And then he made his decision.

DAISY: February 12, 1976. The day I almost committed murder.

Y/N: Okay, it wasn't that dramatic.

DAISY: [silence]

Y/N: Okay, maybe it was.

When Daisy walked into sound check that day, an hour and a half late, she did not find the band playing their instruments and practicing songs. Instead they all sat around atop their amps and chairs, with Rod standing at the back. All eyes turned to her the second she walked in. Well, all except Y/n's. She was sitting on the stage, legs tucked to her chest, tears streaming down her face. Karen and Warren sat behind her, each holding a comforting hand on Y/n's shoulder. And even though she had no idea what was going on, Daisy could only think about how it should be her comforting Y/n before anyone else.

"Are you just going to keep on staring, or am I allowed to know what's going on?"

And then Billy held out The Rolling Stone. "See for yourself."

KAREN: When Y/n read through that article, it was like watching a car crash in slow motion. She got all teary and quiet, and then she just shut down. She wouldn't talk to anyone. But Daisy? Daisy got mad. So mad it looked like she was going to burn the world down.

Daisy gripped The Rolling Stone with white knuckles. It had everything. From the time they met, to that night in Henderson. It was like they had ghosts following them everywhere, whispering in Jonah Berg's ear. Daisy didn't dare look at Y/n now, mostly because she couldn't quite be sure yet that this wasn't her own fault.

After she had finished reading, she threw down the article and stomped towards the phone in the corner. "That son of a bitch."

Rod stepped in. "Daisy, hold on―"

"No! If that bastard thinks he can just ruin my career for the sake of his own, then he can hear it from me exactly what kind of hell his life is about to become."

"Look, Daisy, if it's not true, we can call Jonah and work this all out."

Daisy stopped, the receiver floating in her hand, her chest heaving.

"Daisy?" Rod said, "It's not true, is it?"

The band went silent, looking towards Daisy. Her head was dropped, red hair shielding her face from them. Slowly, the hand holding the receiver dropped, and Daisy turned to them, her pale face flushed red. And instead of angry, she just looked hopeless. That was all it took to make them understand.

After a moment of silence, Y/n finally spoke up, "Who would do this?"

"Whoever it is, they know everything," Billy said, "that's a pretty short list."

Graham frowned. "Hang on, you're not saying that one of us did this, are you?"

"No, I'm just saying that it's not like we have a very long suspect list."

"Oh! So we're suspects now!"

"Graham―"

The door opened and the band looked over to see Moody walk in. All at once they fell silent. And as Y/n watched him walk in, it all clicked. A gasp ripped through her throat and she covered her mouth, sickness swirling in her stomach.

Moody seemed to understand too. "Guys, hang on―"

Daisy muttered something under her breath and ditched the phone, stomping towards Moody with her hands curled into fists. Rod and Billy just about leaped off the stage to hold her back. None of them wanted to witness the bloodbath that was sure to occur if Daisy got her hands on Moody.

"Did you do this?" Daisy demanded. Moody stayed silent and she laughed. "Come on, you might as well own up to it now!"

"Guys!" Karen shouted. Daisy turned, ready to scream for everyone to stay the hell out of this, but her words died on her tongue when she saw Y/n run backstage, followed by the deft slamming of a door. Everybody looked back at Daisy. She looked back at Moody, fury blazing in her chest like a dozen white hot suns. She wanted to throttle him and stomp on his head.

But she didn't know where Y/n was going. And she'd rather know that before she killed her best friend.

Daisy turned on her heel, stomping away in the direction that Y/n left. Moody let out a sigh of relief when she disappeared, the door slamming behind her. "Crazy..." he muttered, looking back at the group. He was met with six steely glares, and that's when he realized he was in a room full of people who probably hated him now.

Daisy saw her at the hotel bar, sitting alone. She was so quiet and still that it almost made her want to cry. Y/n was hurt. And worst of all, she was hurt by one of her best friends. That had to sting like hell.

Daisy quietly sidled up beside her, taking the seat next to her. "Whatcha got there?"

"A cherry coke," Y/n responded. Daisy gave her a look and she just shook her head. "Believe me, I'd rather be drinking something that would make me forget. But it's not even noon and I've been thinking about quitting."

That was a lie. The quitting part, not the part about it not being noon yet.

"So that's what it is then, huh?" Daisy asked with a wry grin, but there was something behind it. Something a little sadder. "Just a stupid news article?"

Y/n turned to her immediately, eyes softening. "Daisy," she said softly, "of course not. You know that."

"Well, now so does everybody in the world."

She quieted, nodding and taking a sip from the glass. She sat it back down, sighing. "So, do we..."

Y/n trailed off, her eyes drifting behind Daisy. Daisy turned her head and saw Moody leaving the theater. He stopped in place, looking at them as though he were watching open heart surgery. Y/n murmured something quick to Daisy and let her go, heading in towards Moody.

For a moment he thought she might slap him, and for a moment so did she. But instead she stared him dead in the face with the same eyes he'd seen on every birthday, every holiday, every good memory. And right then, they looked so hardened that he could barely recognize them.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, her voice laced with warning. He gave no response. She continued. "I have spent my entire life trying to figure out who I am―you know that better than anyone. For the first time...I think I did. I think I finally understand."

She glanced back at Daisy, then back to Moody. "And you had to fuck that up for me."

He again said nothing.

"I think it's best if you go home," she said. "If you try and get on that bus tomorrow, I'll have Rod call the cops. Better yet, if I get back to my hotel room tonight and you're there, I might just throw you out the window. And I'm on the tenth floor, so I wouldn't take that chance."

Daisy couldn't hear a word she was saying, but the look of horror on Moody's face told her all she needed to know. And with it she felt some sense of pride.

Y/n walked away, leaving him frozen in place. She held out a hand to Daisy. "Come on."

And Daisy just grinned, taking Y/n's hand and letting her pull her out of her seat and guide her away. She cast one last fiery glare at Moody before he disappeared from sight, immediately melting into a smile while Y/n drew her to the elevators.

He had been her best friend for over two decades. And right then she couldn't bear to be around him.

DAISY: I was ready to burn him at the stake. Unfortunately, my wife is a little more forgiving than I am.

Y/N: He was in our wedding party, on my side behind Karen and Eddie. I knew he felt bad for what he'd done, and he apologized about a million times. He'd been one of my best friends since I was little. It would've been hard to cut him out of my life, and it was hard to keep him in it. But time healed the shallower wounds, society warmed up to some things, and life got easier. I just feel glad that I got to a point in my life where I could find it in myself to forgive him.

Less than twenty minutes later, the pair were in Daisy's hotel room, arms wrapped around each other, each lying comfortably on the spacious king-sized bed. They'd talked for a while, then lapsed into a comfortable silence, where they just held each other. That was all they felt they could do.

But they were happy. As Daisy ran fingers through Y/n's hair, it occurred to her that right then, she felt less complicated than she ever had in the past. It felt like the sun had finally peeked out from behind the clouds to shed some life on her life and who she was. So Daisy, finally feeling like she was bathed in spotlight, smiled. "Fuck Rolling Stone."

And Y/n, who felt like decades-old wounds were healing, laughed. "Fuck Rolling Stone."

#daisy jones & the six #daisy jones & the six fanfiction #daisy jones and the six fanfiction #daisy jones #daisy jones x reader #daisy jones fluff #sapphic #wlw

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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: TW: mentions of a baby with a disability, dark character/bad mom, blackmail/manipulation.

“Why isn’t she crying?” Curtis asked nervously. His heart raced as he let go of his wife’s hand and raced towards the nurse who was holding his daughter. His heart thrashed wildly in his chest as he tried to get a glimpse of her, but the doctor held him at bay.

“Mr. Everett, you can see your daughter in a few minutes…she’s just undergoing an exam-“

“What’s wrong with her?” Lily growled from the hospital bed, “she’s not crying like a newborn should!

“She wasn’t crying!” Curtis announced nervously looking at the doctor, “why wasn’t she crying?”

“In some instances, a child doesn’t cry when they’re born.”

“Doctor…”

The doctor gave the young parents a sympathetic look as he excused himself to go speak to the nurse. Curtis looked back at his wife, “she wasn’t crying, Lil…”

“I’m aware!” she spat angrily, pushing herself into a seated position, “the doctor and nurse took her away for tests. And they said that she’s fine though. Come back ov-“

“Maritza isn’t fine!” he said nervously, cutting her off, “Something is wrong. I can feel it, Lil. They don’t just take a healthy baby away from parents without an explanation. Something is wrong with what just happened!”

“What’s wrong is that you’re ignoring the wife who just gave birth to your child,” she replied harshly, shooting him another dangerous glare, “if there was something wrong with her then the doctor would have told us…right?”

Curtis looked sadly back to the door before nodding. His anxiety as at an all time high, but she was doing nothing to help him, so he worked on self-soothing, “Ye-yeah…”

“So come back over here and pay attention to me, Curtis…I just gave birth!”

Curtis gave her a sad smile, “yeah…Maritza Elena Everett…she’s here…we-we’re parents, Lil..”

“Mr. and Mrs. Everett…would you like to meet your daughter?” Curtis stopped his journey back to his wife and rushed to the open door. He was quick to see the little bundle of joy already sleeping in the nurses’ arms. She gave a little laugh before journeying past him and towards Lily, “Mrs. Everett? Would you like to hold your daughter?”

She gave a little nod, pretending to be more excited than she really was. She sat up on the bed and shot Curtis a smug look and the nurse passed her off. Lily gave a simple, dutiful smile and cooed at her newborn, “she is beautiful…hello little Maritza…”

The baby snored in her mother’s arms. Curtis’ heart swelled as he finally made it to Lily’s bedside. His little angel was perfect.

Maybe Lily was right.

Maybe the baby would bring them closer together.

“Why isn’t she responding to me?” Lily asked after a moment. Curtis was broken from his thoughts as Lily glared at the nurse, “what’s wrong with her? I thought you guys said that everything was okay!”

“Nothing is wrong, Mrs. Everett…your daughter is just deaf.”

She looked down at the baby, who was still sweetly sleeping away in her mother’s arms. She sneered before holding her back out towards the nurse, “she’s defective? What do you mean she’s deaf? During my last sonogram I was told that she was fine! What did you idiots do to my daughter?”

Curtis was quick to scoop his daughter up and away from Lily. She hadn’t been privy to the conversation and continued to nap, ridding herself of the exhaustion from the tiresome journey of being born. When Curtis cradled her, she shifted, snuggling more against her father’s broad chest. She yawned, and Curtis fell more and more hopelessly in love with his little angel.

“Lily…”

“No…I want to know what they did to her to mess her up and make her defective!” she growled, “you idiots left the room with her. What did you do during your exam, burst her eardrums or something?”

“Our daughter is not defective, Lily…she’s just deaf!” Curtis said quickly, coming to his sleeping daughter’s aid. His large fingers glazed over her rosy cheeks and her eyes opened. His heart blossomed as his daughter’s eyes met his, and he knew that he would do anything to protect her. He touched her cheek again, and he wasn’t sure if it was gas, or if she actually smiled at him, but he didn’t care. He only felt the immense love that surrounded the new bond between father and daughter.

“When my father gets here, I’m going to tell him how you made my daughter dea-“

“Lily stop!” Curtis growled, finally breaking eye contact with his daughter, “she’s not deaf through any fault of the hospital. We both knew that it was a possibility with all of your partying!”

“Oh so now you’re blaming me for this?” she hissed, “some loving husband you are!”

“All I’ve ever done was try to be supportive, Lil!”

“Well maybe if you loved me enough, I wouldn’t have partied,” she spat, shooting a dangerous glare in his direction, “maybe if you cared, I wouldn’t have had to go looking for attention elsewhere!”

“Lily, stop it!” Curtis replied, taking a few steps away from her, “you’re acting like a child!”

“It’s your fault that she’s deaf, Curtis. Not mine!”

“Da-da!”

Ransom smiled as Rose cooed at him, his heart feeling lighter than air even though most of his days were cloudy. She reached out and tugged on his cable knit sweatshirt from her spot beside him.

“What are you doing, pretty girl?”

She giggled and fell onto her butt. Curtis gave a sad smile, partially saddened by the fact that he knew he’d never hear his daughter call him that word. He looked over to the infant, who was nearly seven months old, and enjoying playtime on the mat that he’d set out. She was stimulated by the various textures and patterns, her eyes going wide and displaying marks of amusement when her fingers glazed over a new sensation.

“She’s doing really well, isn’t she?”

Curtis nodded, looking back to Ransom, “she is…even after everything.”

Ransom frowned, thinking about how just a few months ago, Maritza almost drowned in the bath tub because of his daughter. He gave a heavy sigh, his heart aching at the thought of losing the sweet little bundle of joy, who seemed to not give a damn about the world’s reaction to her.

“She’s a Drysdale…through and through,” Ransom chuckled, “I’ll give her that.”

“I’d like to think she’s a bit Drysdale and a bit Everett,” Curtis nodded, not wanting to dismiss his friend and father-in-law, “the fortitude of an Everett, with the determination of a Drysdale.”

“I can agree to that.”

“How’s Rose doing?” Curtis asked, nodding to the little girl who was just inching in on being a year old, “Lily doesn’t talk about her!”

“Lily won’t acknowledge Evan or Rose…still,” he admitted sadly, “not since she refused to let Jess come into the room after Maritza’s birth.”

“I’m sorry…she told me that she’d talk to you this week.”

“She did…and she told me that she’s glad she’s put a strain on my relationship with Jess…the divorce isn’t final or anything, but I have to have custody visits like this because she moved out…two days a week isn’t enough, Curtis…I need my babies. I need to see my wife every single day!”

“I’ll talk to her again, Lily I mean. You’re on your own with Jess…she bore two Drysdale babies, and quite honestly, I’m sure she lacks basic sanity after you!”

“Eat a dick.”

Rose giggled at her father’s snarky tone, “Da-da!”

“Never repeat what da-da says,” he warned playfully, kissing her tiny fingers, “mommy will castrate me if you do!”

The little girl giggled again, and Curtis found himself looking at his own daughter.

Maritza was smiling up at him, what little teeth she had on full display as she gurgled incoherently. Curtis held up the symbol for ‘I love you,’ and her hand reached for him.

“I love you baby girl.”

“It’s probably better if you don’t,” Ransom admitted dryly, cutting Curtis from his intimate little moment with his baby, “it seems like she takes it out on you or me…there’s no solace for both of us. And I’d rather there not be anymore accidents with my granddaughter involved.”

Curtis’ gaze shifted from Ransom to his daughter, then back to him again, “you say that like you don’t think it was an accident.”

“I love my daughter, but we both know how Lily is, Curtis,” he sighed after a moment, “there’s no winning with her…”

“What are you saying, Drysdale?”

“I think you need to be responsible…if not for yourself, for your daughter,” Ransom said slowly, “right now you’re her primary caregiver…you can’t leave her alone with Lily…summer’s almost over and you can’t leaver her alone at the cabin all day with her. There’s no saying what could happen.”

“What are you saying, Drysdale?” Curtis repeated.

“I worry about Maritza. I know you can’t afford a full-time nanny and you know Lily would just fire her and keep the money for herself, or make the girl’s life hell…and god forbid she hired a guy. I’d have more grandchildren to worry about,” Ransom admitted, “and I think that you should put her up for adoption, so that she can have a better life…”

Curtis’ heart dropped into his stomach, “what the fuck are you suggesting this for, Drysdale? I can care for Maritza! I ca-“

“Then you need to leave Lily, Curtis,” Ransom sighed, “you know that in order to protect her it’s what you have to do. She-“

“She’ll take Maritza if I do!” he said quickly, cutting Ransom off, “if I leave her, she’ll take Maritza away…she’s got her trust fund, Ransom. And you said it yourself. You know what I make. I can’t afford a-”

“I talked it over with her mother…and we think that if you did want to leave Lily…you’d have both of our full support…”

“So you’re suggesting adoption or leave my wife…”

“Lily’s mother wants to bring in child protective services, Curtis…”

“Is that why you really brought me over here today?” Curtis asked angrily, “to try to control my life? To try to control Lily? I-“

“We both know that if there’s another incident, Maritza won’t be here,” he said slowly, “Lily resents the fact that she’s alive…she didn’t want her to be born deaf. She wanted-“

“I know, Ransom,” Curtis grumbled, picking up his daughter, interrupting her tummy time, “I know what Lily wanted…but there’s nothing wrong with Maritza. She’s special in her own way…”

“Seventy two hours, Curtis…if I haven’t heard from you, Lily’s mother wants to call CPS, and I can’t stand in her way…and we both know that if she does that, they’ll take Maritza…if you leave Lily…I’ll help you in the legal side…and I’ll pay for childcare for Maritza…I have a girl that watches her while Jess is in school during the day and it’s three days a week. And Harlan usually takes the kids out for two days so Jess can get school work done. I’m sure he’d love to meet Maritza…Lily hasn’t let him meet her yet.”

“Then I don’t need to think about it! I’m not going to lose my daughter!” Curtis said quickly. He looked into his daughter’s eyes, and she reached out. Curtis picked her up and her tiny hand brushed the stubble on his cheek. Curtis felt like his entire world was about to cave in, and the only thing stopping it from happening was the infant in his arms. He looked to Ransom and held Maritza close to him. She snuggled up against his chest and Curtis sighed, “help me get away from your daughter…with Maritza, Ransom…if you’ll really help me, I’ll do it.”

Chapter 8

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cage-cat-yt · 1 year

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I posted 864 times in 2022

That's 864 more posts than 2021!

274 posts created (32%)

590 posts reblogged (68%)

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I tagged 842 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 559 posts

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#tf2 - 110 posts

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#pokemon - 77 posts

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Longest Tag: 130 characters

#at first i was hesitant but i did it anyway and the fandom i was around reacted positively to the ship so i continue shipping them

My Top Posts in 2022:

Dumb lil multifandom padlock comic I made

I'm super nervous to post this because I feel this is pretty dumb, but I love it and so I wanna show you all dear wonderful people.

To give a quick rundown, Mirror Man's being an absolute shipper, Medic is indifferent to this, Jack's confused but supports (I mean, it's a clock and a notepad. I'm confused but I LOVE the ship), and Spamton is seeing this as a great business opportunity.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Remember to hydrate and I hope you have a good day :)

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Tiny art dump

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Testing out my alcoholic markers

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"In the park" (multifandom comic)

This took like- days to do. I don't remember how many, maybe 2/3. But anyway, here's the final product!

If you guys enjoyed this comic and would like to see more of these, let me know! I enjoy seeing the final product ^^ might dub it sometime on my yt this week if I get to feeling like it.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Remember to hydrate and I hope you have a good day :)

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My #1 post of 2022

Why is this image so funny?

I've been laughing for 5 minutes from this, my humor might be broken

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@c23intros

chailai “lai” bunma (envy) is an alpha-level mutant with the ability of animal morphing. they’ve been in new york for two months where they spend most of their time as a bigwig essex corp. bodyguard / government agent. when i think of them, i think of the glow of a cheetah’s eye piercing the dark, the heat of desire become the flame of destruction, a wolf in silk clothing. they are affiliated with the seven deadly sins. || (brenda song, thirty-four, cis woman, she/her)

woof woof awooga it’s may !

UPDATE: lil disclaimer bc there has been confusion: unless she has told y/m, they will likely be unaware that she has any ties to the essex corporation.

QUICK FACTS:

full name: chailai “lai” bunma

date of birth: april 26th, 1964

zodiac big three: taurus sun, aries moon, virgo rising

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual

enneagram: 3w4

mbti: xntj

temperament: choleric-sanguine

moral alignment: lawful evil

ability: animal morphing

affiliation: the seven deadly sins

alias: envy

BACKSTORY

triggers: in the beginning, she is cinderella and fido all at once.

chailai bun ma was born to three generations of mutants, thus causing her status as a non-mutant to lead to great distrust. when she was already fourteen years old, her father demanded a dna test. and truth be told ? she hoped that it would show she didn’t share her father’s dna, offer a scapegoat for why she could be absolutely surrounded by mutants... and just not be one. but the dna matched, thus forcing them all to settle on a conclusion of an anomaly.

without going into detail because i’m writing this part last and it’ll make this intro very long, lai was treated as more of a servant in her home than an equal. at the end of the day, none of them knew how to take care of a human... so they figured a mix of cinderella and fido was suitable. do all the housework, sleep outside, and watch the bonding from afar. watch the amazement from afar.

that was certainly the worst part of it all. no george saunders-esque leash, no glass slipper: being absolutely awed by what everyone in her family could do.

it became cruel, this amazement. awe turned to jealousy, jealousy turned to resentment ( ...which should’ve been there to begin with ), resentment turned to hatred. but all of it was sandwiched in curiosity over how it was possible.

thus, when she was twenty and met the credentials, she took up an internship in the mutant research department ( MRD ), largely led by linda mccall. could a born human become a mutant ?

she kept a close eye on the study, counting the failures and successes. as it came close to termination, she saw the factors and the commonalities. her very base dna matched many of the successes, thus, she volunteered herself to become a part of the experiment. if she died, she died ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but she did not die. her body fought through the strain and had, if nothing else, changed. the eyes she met in the mirror were ones she did not recognize. the sclera was almost completely amber, the previously vast whiteness turning minuscule. malar stripes could be seen. trailing down, searching for any other imperfections... she caught markings around her neck that looked much like the spots of a cheetah ( later, she would identify them as closer to a leopard, but everything that would follow the initial change would have more relation to cheetah... she just lets it be, most people don’t know the difference ). and with a single glance at her teeth, the fangs of a big cat were found. a single glance at her hands, the claws of a cheetah.

at first, these physical flaws seemed to be to her detriment. she was not as highly regarded as the five who came before. but when the experiments were launched, the origin of such flaws made quick sense: the first animal she morphed into was a cheetah. and it became her animal of preference, even as she discovered she could turn into so much more. she also learned that she could retract her fangs and, with a lot of work ( cheetahs don’t have retractable claws, so ! ), claws... very important to being able to pass as beta, not gamma.

let’s fast forward a bit to when linda decided that the sins’s training had been successful, decided that they could be thrown out into the real world ( or, in lai’s case, back out into the real world ).

with intrigue piqued over her own self, she began studying zoology, keeping up with combat training and mutant news on the side. she realized that, the more she knew about any given animal, the more effective she was in that form. and she learned that the reflexes and strength of various animals she was well-acquainted with was quick to come out in emergencies.

a few years out, she used both this information and the connection she, as one of the sins, had with essex corporation to become a vicious pint-sized ( y’all brenda song is 5′2 omg ) bodyguard. and, as she spent more time proving she was faithful to the corporation and keeping them safe, she was tasked with becoming the bodyguard of the bigwig only a step below nathaniel, edward atkinson. and this brought her to new york city following the death of one of his guards.

THIS IS NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH THE ESSEX HOUSE ITSELF, BTW. ESCAPEES AND FORMER RESIDENTS WOULD NOT KNOW HER.

and then the call came... 👀

( as two side-notes: thinks her markings are goddamn beautiful now, and also is linda’s petcheetah.mp3 )

TIMELINE:

BORN -- born in boston, the first human to three generations of mutants.

AGES 5-14 -- tasked with all house chores and treated a bit akin to a dog. they would become good parents when they knew how to take care of her, and they knew how to take care of mutants and mutants alone.

AGE 15 -- with no signs of progress or mutation, father orders a dna test. it confirms what everyone ( save for her mother, of course ) had feared: she was, biologically, his daughter. there was no easy explanation.

AGES 15-17 -- full-on dog mode. the awe she once held over her parents’ and siblings’ abilities turns to jealousy, jealousy turns to resentment, resentment turns to hatred of both the self and the family.

AGES 18-20 -- leaves on the dime of her grandparents and viciously studies anatomy and biology. pairs this with all the history she can find of mutants.

AGE 21 -- with the ire, but curiosity, that had driven her studies, she graduates early. plans to get her masters and scores an internship with the mutant research development ( mrd ) sector of the government in the meantime. pays attention to linda mccall’s study on turning humans into mutants. after many failures ( resulting in death ), but five successes, she takes the gamble and volunteers herself for the study. obviously, she lives. but not without the caveat of minor physical changes: amber scleras, faint cheetah markings along her neck, the claws and fangs of a big cat ( learns during the experiments that they’re retractable ). through experiments, they learn that she can morph into various animals.

AGES 22-26 -- abandons her masters, instead spending time focusing on combat training, tuning into mutant news, and learning more about zoology whilst working as a bouncer at night. learning more about zoology taught her more about her mutation. for example, the more she knew about any given animal, the better she could channel them. she’d always known she could turn into anything, no matter how much or how little she knew, but she found she reached her full velocity when she knew all the ins and outs. finds that this also aids in reflexes, strength, and speed. in emergency situations, she is able to execute various reflexes/strengths/speeds/etc of any given animal that she’s very familiar with.

AGES 27-34: despite being a mutant, she is tentatively accepted when she ‘applies’ to become a bodyguard at the essex corporation. because she is one of the seven deadly sins, all of whom are affiliated with nathaniel, she isn’t seen as a direct threat or monster. is able to gain promotions, so to speak, and guard higher-ups the more trusted she becomes -- and the more they need her. ends up in new york city after one of the bodyguards of a bigwig, just a step below nathaniel (edward atkinson), is killed. FOR REFERENCE, SHE IS NOT CONSIDERED AN ESSEX HOUSE EMPLOYEE. NO ESCAPEE OR FORMER RESIDENT SHOULD KNOW HER.

AGE 34: receives the call...

CONNECTION IDEAS

( former or current ) essex employees / hazards ! lai is not a well-known employee of essex corp, given that she’s simply a bodyguard, but she has her way of knowing who is and who is not on the payroll ( see: she turned into an unassuming fly and dug up files ). depending on where y/m stands in regards to essex, she may make herself and status known to them or keep it hidden. basically, just trying to keep the corporation in check from suffering another big blow.

former essex house residents / escapees ! this... will be harder, and will require much more development, but individuals she gains the trust of. namely so she can eventually fuck over the escapees as #payback and keep a close eye on former residents.

acquaintances ! lai has been in and out of the city for a few years now, but has only recently really planted her feet in. so just some folks she’s met since !

‘friends’ ! alright, there’s a possibility for real friendship here, but sometimes... you know, you’re a spy, and that’s just how things are ! she and y/m vibe, there’s not much more to it. extra helpful if they’re a mutant who happens to be openly connected with any given faction... in which case, the quotations are very applicable.

fwbs ! evil women move fast.

anything from the past ! very over-arching, as this could fit a number of things ( friends, exes, family -- haha, jk, we pretend we don’t have a family here ) ! she’s been in and out of new york city ever since she was ‘set free’ thirteen years ago ( but, as stated above, has only recently really planted her feet ). before then, she grew up in boston -- though going that far back could get a little tricky since there was a whole to-do in her family over the fact that she never developed a mutation. if we want to go that far back, could always have her lie. but safest to stick to the thirteen years !

anything and everything ! always a little harder with a character who’s new to town, but we can do it !

#c23intro

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beawhatchumean · 9 months

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TADAA~ ✨

something been in the work since last year, on and off but now finally it done, it originally somthing made for myself privately but why not share

LMK SUN WUKONG SHIMEJI VER 1.0!!

Just click on the big words and ya can download, ye :D

if got any problems launching and stuff, dont be afraid to message me, i'll try to help ya out :>

but as seen in the quick lil poster i made there, it says extra animation + more more info about that underneath the read 👇

so first things first,

EXTRA ANIMATION

For certain shimeji actions, unique frames for each action is made. best example is the walk, run, dash actions seen below

there are other actions that have unique frames like these, you are free to explore them :>

CUSTOM ACTION NAME

There are a few actions renamed in the shimeji code. Here is a guide for what they do:

Eat Peach = SWK pulls out a peach and eats it

Create Clone = Shimeji breeding 1

Visit Diyu = Shimeji breeding 2

CUSTOM ACTION

there is currently one custom action in the game that is not in the original shimeji coding. For this one, a petting action is coded in (credit to Kilkakon for the original script)

as seen in this gif :3

Steps to do this action is as followed:

Make the shimeji sit down (any surface is okay, ie work floor/window top)

Move the cursor to the shimeji's head

Make sure it is a hand cursor and not an arrow cursor

Pet away!!

If you want to pick up the shimeji without prompting the pet action, just move the cursor lower until it turns into the arrow icon

UPDATES WILL HAPPEN!!

if you noticed this is version 1.0

since this is a shimeji i made personally for myself, updates will most certainly happen (and i already have plans for something relating to transformations :3c)

i may or may not gives sneak peeks to those updates but just know, i am at work HARD >:3

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but for now that will be all for ver. 1.0

many thanks to anyone interested in this project and of course

BIGGEST THANKS TO THOSE THAT HELPED BETA TEST THEM

for privacy reason they shall stay anonymous but

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ >:3

#lego #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #monkiekid #lego monkie king #lego sun wukong #sun wukong #shimeji

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olivieraa · 20 days

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its gotten to the point where this word is basically slang since everyone uses it, but it reminds me of ocd as well since everyone uses ocd to describe being quirky or neat or somewhat clean, but "hyperfocused" is a word that's so attached to my being, that it irks me beyond belief when I see people describe their hyperfixation or whatever on something fucking stupid in which they really could just use the word "focused"

hyperfixation is absolutely integral to my ocd. its one of the main things I cant control.

the best way I can put it is someone being lazy and so they decide to procrastinate, do literally anything other than what they're supposed to be doing. and they just cant bring themselves to do the thing. they continuously nope out of it even when they sit their asses down to do the thing and then they're like "ah I need to go to the store for toothpaste!"

I have a fear of hyperfocusing on something bc then that's it. I'm glued to that till I'm finished/its over/its done, whatever it may be. could take days, or weeks, or months.

it has screwed me up in school, in jobs, in college, even just being online.

I used to love watching AMV's when I first entered the internet. just casually watching them. until my brain realised I shouldn't just casually watch them. they should be organised and categorised. and then 3 categories became 8, and then 14, and then I had 20 playlists of AMV's based on things I cant even remember until I one day had to stop watching AMV's altogether bc I turned it into a chore. and I knew then at that point they couldn't be enjoy anymore. I couldnt just put one on for fun. I knew I'd categorise it, and want to go onto the next one, and do it to that too. so I stopped altogether and never went back. this simple fun quick thing I cut off completely.

on tumblr, I casually reblogged everything and anything on this site when If irst came on here until I realised what tumblr actually was and had to start tagging things so that they were organised on my blog. but oh no. I didn't just tag the character, the anime, and the whatever else. it got to the point where a reblogged picture of just Joey had about 18 tags. to make matters worse, I wanted my tags alphabetical, and it was during the time you couldn't rearrange the order of tags. so if I realised I was missing a tag that started with the letter c, I had to delete all the previous tags to put that c word in and then retag again. post after post after post. I got to page 100 on my blog before I panicked that I may have missed something and started again. ...and then I started again. and again. so I stopped tagging. bc I stopped going to school bc I was tagging my blog. that's all I did for days. I didn't do anything else. I was completely focused on the organisation of my blog. and so I had to stop myself from ever tagging again. my '#niece watches' tag doesnt count bc they're there mainly for blocking purposes lmao

another online example, it happened at christmas when I decided to watch attack on titan. I'd made the decision to start again from the beginning (despite having seen season one 4 times) bc my plan was to put on something I could casually watch and pause and do work and then take breaks and go back to watching and it'd be so easy.

nope. I binged 100 eps in 5 days. I went to bed at 5-6am. I couldn't stop. and I'm not even kidding, the best way I can describe it is, lets say you've the most important test of your life in 1 week. and you need to study. and you ASSUME that during your lil break times you can casually watch attack on titan, SPECIFICALLY for chosen break times, maybe once and hour, but studying is priority bc the exam is in ONE WEEK and you haven't started studying. so maybe you'll get through like, idk, maybe 7 eps a day?

episode fucking ONE hooked me in. an ep I've seen so many times. HOOKED me in. like I hadn't seen it before. I was absolutely glued to it. ep 1 ends and I'm like "oh wait I should study............ but like, its fine. I'll do one more ep and then do EXTRA study."

another ep, another ep, another ep. I got to ep 6 and was about to click 7 and was like

to my goddamn brain.

I momentarily won. I managed to do about 20 mins of study, then watched ep 7-14 in a row. still on day one. I opened a book for a total of 20 mins. so I promise myself, bc this test is so important and high priority, that I'll properly start tomorrow.

it never happened. I did nothing other than watch that show and do basic necessities. for 5 days. I had no control over this decision. its like there's another me who always wins. always wins. and she's evil. I had to finish the show before I could move on. it had to be complete.

I dont know how to get out of these moments. I remember when I went to my second ever job I told them about how it screwed me over a little in my first retail job (stocking shelves, oh but didn't those shelves need to be perfect. even if I was supposed to have been on aisle 4 or 5 by the time the managers came back to check in on me, no no I was still on aisle one perfecting aisle one. and nobody was going to ruin it for me, boss or not.)

and they told me it seemed like a good thing in the second job! but I was like "no I cant let it happen here, I cant. it gets bad."

and it happened. they put me in charge of a task and I found it hard to do anything other than perfect that task to the point that I was focusing on doing that same thing every day to keep it perfect, even when I was told to do something else.

so... yeah. they overuse of hyperfixation and hyperfocusing when people just mean "I was focused on this thing" drives me insane

crazy person rant over

#that's why I learned my lesson and watched banana fish #jujutsu kaisen and durarara during time off lmao #I didn't think attack on titan would do it bc I didnt care for the show that much originally #but I damn well knew I couldn't risk it with drrr #and banana fish and jjk were new to me so didn't wanna risk them either

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scentedsstuff · 1 month

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Red Queen

By Victoria Aveyard

Rating: 2/5⭐️

The PREMISE, The premise of this book is what easily caught my attention but as I proceeded to actually read the book, that’s where it lost me.

Quick Plot Summary:

Mare Barrow is our main character, born into a world divided by blood, and in this world you are either a red or a silver.

The reds are the commoners who labour away all day and the silvers are the ruling class, born with supernatural powers.

But what happens when this “norm” is disrupted by none other than our main girl; Mare Molly Barrow. In a turn of events it is discovered that Mare, a red, has supernatural powers of her own much to the surprise of everyone, including Mare herself. Why and how does Mare have the abilities that she does? Is she the anomaly or could there be others?

What follows is the beginning of a revolution.

Thoughts:

The idea was there, the execution, however, was not. Initially, I was intrigued by the premise, if you have two very different groups of people; reds and silvers, how can someone like Mare exist? Why does she have the abilities that she does despite having red blood?

I felt there was potential for me to like this book, but it was the characters that really deterred me from giving anything above 2 stars.

Mare was a bland main character, she really wasn’t standing out much from any other protagonist in a YA dystopian setting which made the book overall feel less memorable. The same could actually be said for the world building in general. It was an okay book with an okay protagonist but it wasn’t doing much for all the praise it seemed to be getting on social media.

Mare makes mistakes (like anyone else does) but doesn’t seem to learn from them nor grow as a character. There’s not much character development, and whilst I am aware that this is only the first book in a series, there doesn’t seem to be much promise for her character to get any better.

The rest of the characters suffered the same fate and were just as annoying.

There's a scene in this book that lives rent free in my brain (not because it’s particularly amazing but because I don’t remember ever cringing so hard from reading a book) :

Mare and the rebel gang are all together, plotting and scheming as one does, and they start to brainstorm how their plans are going to take care of a whole legion of soldiers under Cal (the big brooding brother)’s order.

Maven chimes in with “I happen to know a girl who knows a general very well” (**hint hint, It’s Mare and the general she knows very well is Cal).

She goes off on a lil tangent of “C’mon this is Cal, the solider, the general, the prince, Cal would never betray his country, not for anything!”

………literally the following excerpt reads “I know my brother, if it comes down to it, we both know what he’ll choose”

Mare ‘not like other girls’ Barrow responds “He would never choose me”

Maven shakes his head. “He will always choose you.”

Giirrllllll………..what the actual………. The way my eyes rolled so far back into my head (if that's even correct). I shut that book up and THREW it across the room.

I’m sorry but it feels like he just met you and before this dialogue she literally comes to the realisation that he loves her. How? How did this happen when they’ve only had a handful of scenes together where there was barely any build up. I can understand if he likes the girl and vice versa but love?! Bye. This book was testing me.

Mare had the personality and charisma of a blank piece of paper and I’m supposed to believe she had 3 guys head over heels in love with her.

Overall this book was very much a product of its time. Any redeeming traits were far and few and I just didn’t like it but that could just be me. If the premise seems interesting to you and you’re wanting to read it, be my guest.

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hunbun03 · 2 years

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Hello love! I'm backkk I need my poly ghost boys and Vincent when the reader surprises them with some really revealing lingerie 😶 some smut too? Tyyyy- your biggest fan and supporter

Hii darling <3! You're always welcomed here.. also are we about to kiss right now??? <3

Beep Beep Warning!!: Smut, Grabbing/Groping, roughness. Leaving marks. Degradation, Afab with feminine pet names, stu n billy being stu n billy. is very very unedited!!, its also shit but so is my page lol. Buckle up bbs <3

Quick lil bullet list ya know it goes now bbs:

these two dummies are falling over themselves and each other trying to touch you first.

Calling each other names until they finally get a hold of you

Their hands never leave your body once that night

That poor piece of lingerie is ruined now lol

they are definitely the type to take photos of the lingerie barely on your body

ps they also keep a copy of it in their wallet/ maybe a little shredded piece of the lingerie

stu n billy both would tease you with it in public FOREVER.

Billy would totally buy you more so him and stu can ruin you in it.

good luck, you just gave these boys a reason to rip your clothes off lol

onto our dirty lil unedited smut <3:

They did it, finally after chasing you throughout the house and tripping over each other for like a good 10 minutes. you were caught in-between the two, breathing hard with the smuggest little smile on your face.

The pair came closer to you, both panting like a dog and with a crazed look in each of their eyes and in due time, you found yourself squished in-between them with their greedy hands. A pair of them went straight for your breasts, roughly grabbing as much as he fit in his palms and it pulled on the thin pieces of cloth that barely covered them.

Your nipples hardening under Stu's needy touch. he smirked down at ya as his thumbs found the hard buds, moving them into small circles now.

Billy was more focused on your ass, grabbing greedy handfuls of it, testing how far the fabric could stretch (thankfully, a lot) and occasionally he’ll have his hand wander down to your thigh and dig his fingers into the meat of it, leaving delicious little ‘o’ shaped bruises that’ll stay for weeks.

“God~ fuck me please already.” you barely noticed that you were even speaking, but somehow it passed through your lips. A moan cut off another pathetic 'please' as stu grind his knee into your cunt, into your desperate clit.

The muscles in your legs were absolutely jelly now, making you fall onto billy for support, laying your head on his shoulder while he now also grind his throbbing erection into your ass. He turned his head only to bite and suck at your neck.

Both boys were seemingly lost in the sounds of your little moans and begs until a loud snap echoed off of the walls.

Stu and billy both pulled away from you only to see that the right side of your bra was hanging exposing more of your breast to them. A dark chuckle rumbled out of Billy's throat, his hands found their way back to your ass, he pulled on the thin straps on your panties until he heard another snap, panties now matching your bra. You faced stu with your face burning hot and saw that familiar cocky grin stretch across his lips. Another little chuckle from Billy let you know that he had a matching one as his hands ripped the rest of the straps easily.

“guys this was like 30 bu-” you were cut off by stu stuffing his fingers into your needy cunt, making a guttural moan rip out of your throat and that just made Stu almost snort.

Billy wrapped his hand around your throat and tightened it, feeling the moans slip out of it. He made eye contact with Stu. “We’ll pay you back, wont we billy?” Stu cackled, pumping his fingers into your hole hard, making a slight thud noise when he bottoms out.

your voice went an octave higher when Stu found your g-spot beginning to brutally push into it over and over. Billy snuck his other arm around ya, filling your mouth with two fingers, sliding them right along your tongue. “I think we’re already paying her back dont ya think? Whore loves it.” billy grunted into your ear, before taking a nip at the lobe with his teeth.

“Uh-huh~ good whore, getting all dressed up for --” Stu pressed both fingers right into your g-spot, watching your face twist in pleasure. “Us~” He groaned and you moaned along with him, feeling your needy cunt grip onto his fingers like a vice.

“Such a good little whore letting us ruin her~” Billy added pressure to the sides of your neck bringing warm tingles to cloud your brain. “Little pet wants to cum so bad huh?” He asked fingers still pumping deep in your mouth you could only let out noises.

“wants us to ruin her~” Stu laughed, leaning into you as he slowly picked up your right leg with his free hand. He could now reach much deeper into you now, his thumb on your clit and swiping it left to right.

you felt your left knee almost buckle.

“Nod if you wanna cum baby?” Billy cooed, his breath hot and heavy against his ear. “You want to cum right baby?”

#slasher x reader #slasher x reader smut #slasher smut #billy loomis smut #billy loomis x reader #stu macher smut #stu macher x reader #ghostface x reader smut #smut

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kyuus4ku · 3 years

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𝗽𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺

ft. dazai, chuuya, tachihara

genre: headcanons ; fluff

warnings: profanity, a lil bit suggestive

word count: 3.3K

a/n: most of my mutuals have motivated and inspired me to start doing headcanons, and this is my first try OH MY FOD am nervous, but this was rlly fun hiiii *breakdances*

☆ 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

It was a rather amicable evening, and you had absolutely nothing going on in your mind. You felt the need to channel a portion of that dormant energy somewhere progressively become more and more conspicuous by the second.

Dazai was busy daydreaming— this was supposed to be fluffy, so I'm not going to explore the man's thoughts. We all know where that'd lead us.

Anyways, an idea came to mind. You found yourself internally fidgeting in euphoria at this golden plan (no words could describe how bored you were, so at this point, anything worked), and you couldn't help but wonder why you never thought about this before.

Dazai was always one to stare at you while you did your makeup, utterly mystified by the way you drew on your eyeliner so nicely. He was always so ☆ fascinated ☆.

He'd just stand next to you like a statue, completely fixated with how patient you were when it came to 'drawing on your face.'

Sike. That was only if he was too lazy to annoy the crap out of you. It was in crucial moments like these his arms would snake around your waist while his head nuzzled itself up against the curve of your neck, forcing you to carry half his weight as you struggled to keep your posture from collapsing under him.

He'd start whining about the most trivial things— Kunikida yelling at him six times that day and why, how bitter his cup of coffee tasted two mornings ago, not being able to see the point in anything and everything— to which you'd respond with an abrupt "oh no," "tragic," or "you poor thing."

He didn't care if you sounded insincere; he just wanted your attention. He liked the way you never dismissed him, and innately admired your stoicism for a doofus like him (my words, not his <3) But, of course, that didn't stop him from testing your tolerance.

He wanted to see what got you mad, and what didn't.

He wanted to measure your endurance.

He was experimenting with you (◕_◕)

And you knew it (◕_◕)

However, on a good day, he'd murmur sweet compliments into your ear. He wouldn’t make a fuss if you didn't respond— he just sought the pleasure found in catching you off-guard.

Peppering the side of your neck with light kisses as he muttered out candied words (for your ears only), smirk of pride practically glowing from his face— he would be quick to analyse the level of brazenness he required to flush your composure down the drain as you tried to do your makeup.

hey is this guy bothering you 😔

Anyways!

When you walked into the room to propose the idea, he got so excited. He was bored too, so of course he'd let you 'draw black lines' around his eyes!

I don't claim his words. Never will.

"Does it hurt?" he asks, blinking at you in vehement expectancy.

"Wh- the brush is literally ultrathin."

"Oh."

He was the one who made sure you were in a comfortable position, not vice versa, even though he was your test dummy for tonight. He wanted to look drop-dead gorgeous (not literally, for now I guess), so he was sure to establish a comfortable position for you to do it properly.

"I know what I'm doing," you grumbled as he started incessantly patting down the uneven creases on the bedsheets in attempts to remove any so-called 'obstructions.'

"I'M JUST HELPING YOU OUT :D"

In no time, the two of you found yourselves comfortably positioned at the edge of the bed, both your legs crossed as he leaned in to give you full access to his face.

"Do you want to sit on my lap? I wouldn't mind," came his humble, timid suggestion.

You couldn't really tell if he was trying to flirt; he seemed way too enthusiastic, making the situation pretty hard to read. Nevertheless, you took your time with the process, because the desperation of saving your ears from bleeding over how he'd lecture you if you hadn't done it the 'right way' was at an all-time high.

But of course he was going to like it ^_^ The former Port Mafia Executive who committed crimes of all sorts did have a soft spot for you after all ^_^

Halfway through, you'd find him staring into your soul eyes, and his silence would morph into something questionable. Was he admiring you, or was he trying to stay still? Only one way to find out.

Verbal confrontation.

"Stop staring at me like that."

"Where else am I supposed to stare? ;-;"

Okay, maybe he was being excruciatingly serious about this.

But did you really think he wouldn't eventually take the opportunity to fluster you? Nah, you saw this coming, didn't you? This was Dazai Osamu you were dealing with.

"God, you're so pretty," he whispered, mind vacant, eyes occupied with the sight of your face, which was scrunched up in concentration, mind you.

"I'll stab you in the eye if you don't stop," you muttered quietly.

"You wouldn't," he smiled menacingly.

"Try me."

You were smiling though :) cheeky little buggers -_-

So the teasing didn't make the process any easier, and your threats flew out the window as long as his hazel-hued eyes were locked with yours. You couldn't deny it though— this man really kept you on your toes. He adored you. The next thing you know, he finds a reason to live :o

I doubt he'd just want you to line the bottom of his eyelids. He'd want freaking angel wings <3 He wanted to look glamorous <3 to feel glamorous <3

Nothing too ostentatious though. I'd leave that up to your imagination; you're the artist anyways!

"Do you like it?" you asked as he stared into his reflection, completely dazed. You were close to snapping him out of the process of falling in love with himself, but from that wide, stupidly charming grin he gave you after that, you concluded that he liked it very much.

"THANK U, LOVE," he planted a kiss on your cheek. He was about to get a closer look of his decorated eyes until he found some lip gloss on the bathroom counter.

"Is this yours? ^o^"

"Yep."

"Was it on your lips before? ^o^"

"Yep."

"Can I have some? ^o^"

Yes, he was asking for an indirect kiss. And I hope you gave him a direct one on the lips— he wouldn't be satisfied until you gave him one :/

☆ 𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔

Your eyes were wide-open at dusk— you couldn't sleep, and your boyfriend was in the kitchen doing dumb paperwork again.

Not that he wanted to skip movie night for the sake of completing said dumb paperwork— he had a dumb deadline to meet, so unfortunately, sacrifices had to be made.

'Sacrifices' being 'quality time spent with his s/o' btw :/

But hey, it wouldn't hurt to distract him from work for a little while, right? The number of cigarettes he had been extracting temporary relief from was steadily increasing, and the brute curse words that were shot out of his mouth every time a minor inconvenience was encountered told you that he was a little more stressed than usual.

Not. That. He. Was. Ever. Stress-free.

Duty calls, y/n ^_^

You scurried out of the bedroom with your bag of 'supplies' only to stand by the doorway, peering into the kitchen. The desk lamp did not provide enough light to cover the heaps of documents spread all over his table, and the moonlight sneaking through the curtained window didn't help much either.

"Chuuya?" you called out lightly, cunning inquisition embedded in your voice.

His eyes lit up at your voice— it was so timid, yet the note of mischief in your tone didn't go unnoticed. His gaze flickered toward your figure, a small smile teasing the corners of his lips.

"Hey, what are you doing up so-"

He paused, eyebrows perched up in a chaotic mix of suspicion and intrigue. He was relieved at the sight of you, or maybe it was the midnight insanity speaking. Then again, you looked pretty nice in the shirt that was undoubtedly stolen from his closet, despite the obnoxious glow-in-the-dark words poorly plastered on the front.

"What's up?" he asked.

"I was thinking..." your voice trailed off, eyes darting in another direction as you tried to place the words in an intelligible order before letting them leak out.

Spit it out, y/n. His thoughts were racing at breakneck speed.

"Would you let me do your eyeliner?"

Heheh why so serious it's just eyeliner not a marriage proposal :>

Error 404. He could feel his brain glitch in confusion. What the fuck was eyeliner? That little pencil thingy his piss drunk self used to draw on your forehead while you were knocked out on the couch once?

He thought you wanted to do some other stuff with him AHAH uh anyways (ง︡'-'︠)ง

"Oh."

"Er."

If he said no and continued with his work, he knew for a fact he'd be restless the entire time. The knowledge of not fulfilling your wishes would just plague his conscience, which would result in a possible work rate breakdown.

Not that he was thinking this through though. He had already made up his mind. In other words, when weren't you irresistible to him -_-

Plus, he had skipped out on so many things with you ever since things at the Mafia got a little bit more hectic than usual, so this tough nut was easily cracked. So much for having a god of calamity stuck in him, huh?

He responded with an assented "sure" before shifting into the living room, the little gleeful smile you had latched on your lips making his heart flip in amusement. Inwardly, he was quite content with the turn of events, but outwardly, he tried to remain unflurried.

So there he was, head rested on the sofa's armrest with you stooped over his face, concentration mode amped up to 200%. He was afraid to say anything at that point, because he knew you'd flick his forehead again if he moved too much.

"Why are we doing this again?" he questioned quietly, his blue eyes piercing your gaze just to see if he could tamper with your level of focus. Ever since you two had gotten a little more accustomed to each other's idiosyncrasies, it wasn't easy to startle the other with flirtatious remarks or suggestive jokes.

"I was bored, and I wanted to make you look pretty ^_^" you replied smoothly, leaning in closer to get a better angle. Your scent was more evident now, alluring him toward the temptation of pulling you closer. You could never be too close for comfort; in fact, that's a type of question he'd ask you.

"So I don't look pretty without eyeliner?" he murmured sedately, drunk on your scent by now. Then again, it was probably the midnight serenity talking.

You giggled, earning a self-congratulatory smile from him as you drew in the lines. The atmosphere mellowed down to the quiet hum trapped behind your lips. He could fall asleep like this. Screw whatever that was left of his paperwork— he was already planning to head to bed with you right after. Maybe... just maybe, he was a little greedy for your company.

"You didn't answer my question," he spoke up meekly.

"Mm, what about?" you questioned innocently.

"Do I look pretty without eyeliner or not?"

"Are you asking me if I think you're handsome?"

"Verbatim," he cooed, making sure he didn't miss that smile, the scoff which came after, and the eyeroll coupled with it.

To stroke his ego, or to not stroke his ego— that was the situation at hand.

"Devilishly handsome. Now, stop distracting me and shut up," you finished, ignoring the smug smirk tarnishing his otherwise unperturbed expression.

You managed to sharpen both the inner and outer corners of his eyes, and once he got a look of his face in the mirror, he stayed silent as he secretly stole glances at your reflection looking back at him in expectancy.

"You don't like it?" you tilted your head.

"I do," he smiled, pulling you closer by the hips to sneak a kiss on your forehead.

"Don't sugar-coat it 🤬" you grumbled, rubbing your eyes as you felt exhaustion seep into your system.

"I'm not," he chuckled, cupping your face, "Good job. I think you should do this for me often."

Ehhh, the idea sounded cute, but you didn't like the possibility of random girls flirting with him, so:

no.

You wanna hear it in Spanish? Noh ✨

You picked up your phone and pulled away to stealthily snap a picture, to which his flustered protests went ignored.

"Do not post that anywhere," he demanded.

"We'll see (ﾉ>｡☆)ﾉ" you dashed out of the room with the phone gripped tightly in your hand. Sighing in defeat, he didn't even bother chasing you.

Instead, he took the chance to stare at himself in the mirror for a while, realising that this look was something he would, in any event, effortlessly flaunt.

The night was concluded with the two of you snuggled underneath the fluffy comforter, and his paperwork was unattended to until further notice.

☆ 𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔 𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

This dense mf would be so confused.

Why did people spend so much time making their face look pretty anyway? Besides, he always said you looked good without makeup, so by you asking him whether he wanted some put on for him, he was offended.

"I don't want it 😐 I don't need it 😼 Let's watch a movie and maybe cuddle instead 🤔"

All jokes aside, it'd probably be pretty easy to convince him. You casually let the suggestion slip out of your lips over dinner, and he wouldn't think twice about it. Like sure, okay, it wasn't that big of a deal, right?

Until he realised how close to his face you'd be o_O

After dinner, the two of you relocated to the solitude of the bedroom. You stood in front of him, frozen with contemplation as you tried to pick at an array of methods to correctly approach this current scenario. Basically, you were very eager to do this right :p

He was comfortably settled on a swivel chair, fiddling with a bunch of stuff he found on your desk as he silently waited for you to... think. He didn't get why you were taking this seriously, but wasn't impatient enough to pester you to start.

Though, on those slightly cracked lips, a blissful smile was evident— he soon understood why you were nervous, which made the following events a little more enthralling that he'd predict.

"Should I..." He already knew where you were going with this.

"Yes, you most definitely should (◕ᴗ◕)"

By now, he didn't care about the eyeliner. He was more eager to have you seated on his lap ( ˘ ³˘)

I'd reckon Tachihara is really blunt— the straight-to-the point type of guy, so if he saw the opportunity to tease you, he'd take it on like a god-sent mission. He liked making you feel treasured, because that's how he felt about you >:3

Not that he'd say it out loud <3 Unless he wasn't sober.

And to your unfortunate (potential/inevitable) demise, he was excellent at making you stutter for words. Tachihara didn't flirt much, but whenever he did, you half-wished you didn't fall for someone who was so good at making you desperately figure out (and deal with) his spontaneity.

So there he was, slightly leaned back on the chair as you drew on eyeliner for him, the mischievous glow in his eyes tainting the innocent facade he was trying to put up.

"What?" you half-whispered, suppressing the way your forehead grew warm with the way his hands cemented themselves against your waist, securing your balance. It wasn't the first time he clung onto you like this though, and I should tell you that it isn't actually intentional. It was more of an instinctual obligation.

For example, he always made sure your hand was clasped in his when the both of you were walking down the streets alone, and he made sure you were warm enough whenever he held you close during those brutally cold nights. He disliked the way you sometimes had to ask him for a hug— no matter what the reason, his arms were always open to keep you safe in them.

The forehead, shoulder, and neck kisses were just bonuses— not exactly an obligation, but something he really liked doing ^_^

Sweetheart in disguise ig >o<

"I didn't say anything," he murmured quietly, seemingly dazed by the way you were so fixated on the task at hand.

"Why are you smiling that way?" you mumbled.

"Why not?" he chuckled faintly at the lack of response from your end. It was getting way too easy to put you in your place— he knew you like the back of his hand. He then decided to tighten the grip he had around your waist by a small degree, making you inch in closer.

"Don't be a fucking flirt now," you remarked.

"I wasn't even trying," he replied plainly.

At this point, you didn't know if you wanted to punch him or kiss him. I don't know if I want to punch him or kick him for you.

Anyways, the process wore away in painfully slow degrees, and once you pulled back to analyse your masterpiece (the eyeliner, not his face ^_^), you merely smiled at yourself.

"How do I look?" he asked expectantly.

"Not bad," you shrugged with apathy knitted into your tone. He had his pride groomed to a premium level, so now it was your turn.

"Not bad, huh?" he leaned closer, his lips inches away from yours. You took your chance and gave him a short, but sweet kiss, and pulled away, and gave him another one, but pulled away again. The third kiss was the briefest one— you didn't really want him to get carried away, not before getting a look at himself in the mirror.

The pixilated twinkle in your eyes explained your motives to him easily, and he managed a short snicker as the realisation of being outsmarted washed over him like a brutal, humbling hurricane.

Moving on.

You reached out for the hand mirror nearby and gave him a peek. He wasn't just satisfied — he was pretty damn impressed. Yeah, sure you did a good job, but he couldn't ignore the fact that he pretty much rocked this look.

"Do you like it?" you tipped his chin upward so that his attention was back on you.

"Hell yeah. It looks better on me than it does on you," he responded snobbishly.

One bonk on the head.

"I was kidding!"

Once his scornful sniggers faded out, he put down the mirror, and looked up at you again, his amber-hued irises glistening with adoration.

"Chill. You're looking at me as if I saved your life," you huffed, trailing your fingers through his hair to watch the way his eyes fluttered against your soft touch.

"You're ruining the moment," he added before tugging down on the collar of your shirt.

"Get straight to the point then. I don't have the fucking patience to-"

He picked up where you left off, smiling as his lips pressed themselves against yours eagerly, your fingers tracing their way up the back of his neck, your nails hiding in his hair.

Putting on eyeliner for him turned out to be a little more rewarding than you guessed.

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