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Of Love and Loss Ch. 12 (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)

Summary: You and Arthur attempt to put all thought of your shared kiss behind you, finally reaching a real town and getting some well-deserved rest.

Author’s Notes: Added a few new tags. Chapter twelve of this one.

Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, high honor Arthur Morgan, minor character death, loss of parents, blood and injury, grief/mourning, survivor guilt, strangers to lovers, slow burn, masturbation, mentions of sex, eventual smut, graphic depictions of violence

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Of Love and Loss

Twelve: A Bath and a Bed

Word count: 5137

He hadn’t meant to do it. Hadn’t meant to kiss you like that. Hadn’t meant to kiss you at all, for that matter. You were drunk for christ sake. He was drunk. Nothing good ever came of decisions made under the thumb of the bottle. But you had outsmarted him, damn it, and gotten under his skin, and he couldn’t deny that small part of him that was curious. What that curiosity had turned into, he didn’t care to ponder. Not as he stood there staring at the fire, pulling from the gin, willing himself to calm down. The thought of your mouth on his was making it damn near impossible. How timid you were until the moment you got lost in it, how your mouth had opened for his, how your tongue—

Arthur shook the thought away. He had no excuse for said curiosity. This wasn’t new to him. He blamed it on the bottle in his hand and did his best to focus on the cutting snow instead, how it should have chilled his blood by now. It hadn’t.

Arthur debated sleeping it off. It wasn’t like there was anything else to do. He couldn’t ride off somewhere and leave you here alone. But the thought of joining you in that tent…

Arthur drank again. Cursed himself for thinking like that. He would just have to sit here until the fire burned down to nothing. At this rate, it was looking more and more like the weather would take it anyway. Then he would be stuck out here in the cold, fighting death itself just to keep his pride. All things considered, he’d done worse for less. He would just have to wait this out, let that moment pass, and be done with it. Tuck whatever feelings he had about the matter far away, lest they plague him for the rest of this trip. He let out a long breath and took another sip.

The wind snuffed out the flames in half an hour. Ten minutes more had Arthur shivering. The supply of gin was running dangerously low, and he had no excuses left. He could swallow his pride for the sake of keeping his extremities.

Arthur stood and stretched his cold-plagued body before leaving the gin in the snow and making for the tent. He didn’t want to consider what you might say to him when he entered. If things would be different now. Instead, he thought of the pain in his hands and feet, hoping the tent was keeping some of the cold out.

He stepped inside, and you rounded on him. You were lying on your side, eyeing him with a look he couldn’t place. So, like a proper fool, he said, “It’s too goddamn cold out there,” and turned away from you, making sure the tent flaps were securely shut.

“Bet you wish you’d gotten that extra bedroll, huh?”

He kept turned away for a heartbeat longer than was necessary, hiding the embarrassment written across his face. Truth be told, he’d only forgotten to buy another one because he’d been so worried over you in that town. Stupid mistake.

“Yeah,” he said weakly, blaming his small voice on the cold. But now what was there to do besides lie next to you after what the two of you had just done? He silently cursed himself for his sudden lack of judgement before remaining facing firmly away from you as he laid down near the edge of the tent. He was so far off your bedroll he laid on more snow than cloth, but at least the wind was gone with the tent’s weighty canvas, and at least you weren’t saying anything. But, he considered, maybe that was worse. Maybe all your yapping and complaining would be a blessing now. It would keep him from the resurfacing thought of your mouth at least.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?”

He was inclined to agree, but he still looked over his shoulder at you. “‘Scuse me?”

You were curled up in that too-big coat, grinning. This couldn’t be good.

“What were you doing sitting out there in the cold so long?”

He turned away again, needing the sight of anything but your mouth.

“I had the fire going.”

You snorted a laugh. “You seem to forget which of us lived in the cold full-time. Trust me, that fire wasn’t doing much.”

“Would you shut up?” he said. “You just like running your mouth at me.”

“No,” you answered, the word said on a laugh. “I like my guide alive, not frozen to death.”

“I came in here, didn’t I?”

“And laid right back down in the snow.”

He didn’t have a response to that. Not one that didn’t draw attention to the very reason he was so far away from you, turned away.

You scoffed. “Unbelievable. Come here.”

He went completely still when he felt your arm come around his middle. You tried tugging him toward you, but he wouldn’t budge.

“I’m fine,” he said with a defiance that left him shameful.

You brought your hand away as fast as if he’d slapped you. “Last time you laid in the snow without a bedroll, you came bursting in this tent demanding mine. Don’t be prideful.”

He nearly winced at you calling his bullshit out for what it was. Pride. Or maybe some misguided form of honor, needing to be as far from you and those lips of yours as he could be right now.

“I ain’t,” he snapped back. But, to his horror, he just felt the bedroll being thrown over him in response, you coming along with it to lay firmly against his back. He went still again as you shuffled around, covering him with the top layer of the roll. Your arm fell over him as you stretched it out and tucked it around him, but even worse was your hand landing on his lower belly. Entirely too close to the most responsive part of him, now overly responsive at that touch.

He was a breath away from moving your hand when you spoke.

“You don’t have to treat me any different because you kissed me.” Your soft voice was right behind him, your breath hot on the only exposed part of his neck. It tethered him against you, caught between your words and your hand so close to his manhood.

Christ, you had no idea. None whatsoever about the effect you were having on him. Yet all he could think about was your hand going lower. And that made it clear to him that he had officially lost his mind.

Arthur bluntly threw his arm into yours, knocking away your hand. Keeping you from feeling how embarrassingly hard he was. Guilt flooded him at the memory of the only other time this had happened, when you had felt it, whether you knew it or not. After those goddamn wolves had tried to make a meal out of him, after he had stormed into the tent and hugged you to him to get some sort of warmth back in his bones, after he had fallen asleep in what had to have been seconds, it resulted in the same thing. He had woken up in the middle of the night so hard he had let out a shaky breath, feeling you still tucked into him, your backside resting against him with the perfect amount of pressure. He had jerked away from you in surprise, in shame, and vowed then and there never to hold you like that again. It was why he had faced away from you every night since, why he had stayed at arms length. You likely didn’t even notice, had hardly even stirred then, but he didn’t care. It was downright pitiful. And now, as he held your arm away from him with his own, he breathed deep to calm himself down. To recall what you said about that kiss, that it didn’t matter. That it was just so you could learn something you were unfamiliar with. He was inclined to agree, but if that were the case, why was he so worked up now?

Arthur didn’t let that thought get far before shutting it down. The predicament he found himself in was already embarrassing enough without matters of the heart getting involved. So he blamed it on the gin and allowed his head to eddy away any further thought about it.

Arthur’s silence was as telling as any word he could have spoken. The sharp blow of his elbow lifting your hand away, the sullen way he allowed you to keep against him, but only for your own sake. He regretted kissing you. That much was obvious. He had only come in here to escape the cold, and your drunkenness had you pulling out every stop to get closer to him, to grace the chance of him kissing you again. Because you wanted it. Badly. You had lost all judgement of what was right and what was smart, only wanting to feel his warm mouth on yours again. You had thought he had come back in here wanting the same. You had thought wrong.

Now you were wrapped around him, a breath away from a shiver, glad for his warmth but otherwise feeling like a fool. Wanting something you couldn’t have. Wanting something he couldn’t give you. So you let your bitterness settle in deep but remained against him, soaking in what little he could give you. No matter if it was genuine or not.

The snowstorm passed, and so did the days. You and Arthur had moved on and left the kiss behind you, never speaking another word of it. The blinding clarity of sobriety was like a knife that next day, cutting into you with the embarrassment of what you had done, but there was nothing else to do but leave it all behind. So you did, and it had been nearly a week since. Things weren’t quite back to the way they had been before, but they were close. If anything, the two of you were arguing even more now. You were feeling more and more like a human being at least. Plus, you had finally landed on a name for your mule, and she was keeping your spirits up when your circumstances threatened to lower them.

“Harriet says you stink, and she’s tired of following along behind you,” you joked.

Arthur didn’t even deign that with a response. You smirked.

“Where’s the next town again?” you asked for the tenth time.

“Few hours away by now. Why you keeping on me about it anyway? You wanting to ditch me for better company?”

You snorted a laugh. “God yes. I’m even starting to act like you. It’s unseemly.”

He snickered. “I’m surprised you want to see another town, given what happened in the last one.”

As if you needed reminding. “I need a bath and a bed. From all these signs I keep seeing, the place must be big enough for a bed at least.”

“You’re expensive company,” he quipped. You just stuck your tongue out at his back.

After the few hours passed, the town showed itself under a fading afternoon sun, its buildings hard to miss in the flat stretch of land before you. It was indeed much more impressive than that trading post could boast, with enough of a town center that homesteads had popped up here and there along the path. You were passing the first of many when Arthur said, “Come up here.”

You did so, urging Harriet to fall in beside Boadicea.

He leveled you with a seriousness that made you nervous. “I shouldn’t have to warn you this is a big town, and big towns attract crazies and degenerates alike.”

“I figured,” you said flatly, facing forward again.

“I know you know this already, but I want you to keep your eyes open. Watch your back. I may not be enough to stop something bad from happening.”

As animated as the town stretched out before you seemed to be, as full of life as it was, it suddenly took on a darker edge with Arthur’s words. Humanity at its finest.

“I understand,” you said quietly.

“Good. Then let’s go find us a room. Been months since I even laid eyes on a real bed.”

The last bed you had laid in was your parents’. But you tucked that thought away where all the others lay sleeping and dormant, ready to strike when you least needed them. You spurred Harriet onward and rode into the first real settlement this life had to offer you.

After hitching your mounts outside what seemed to be the quieter of the two hotels in town, one off the main drag, you and Arthur stepped up the stairs and inside. The place was well kept, free of much dust and obviously tended under a woman’s hand. The man at the front desk greeted you warmly as you approached. “You two look ready for a warm bath and a few nights’ rest.”

“Putting it lightly,” Arthur responded. “Got any rooms?”

“Plenty. What’s your preference?”

“Just one,” Arthur answered, throwing his money down on the countertop after having seen the room rates on the sign standing atop it.

You didn’t question sharing a room with him. Not for a heartbeat. You wanted to say it was only because you felt safer with him, not wanting to be alone in a bedroom for the first time in your life. But you knew better, knew that small, traitorous part of you that still thought of that lingering kiss.

“How about 2D?” the hotel owner asked, sliding a key across the wooden top.

Arthur plucked up the key. “And a bath?”

“I can have one drawn up for you now. Give it ten minutes or so. Both upstairs on the left.”

“Much obliged,” Arthur said, paying twice what a bath was worth. And when the man eyed him in question, “For me and the lady.”

The lady. How dignified. You’d never thought of yourself as such.

Arthur turned to go upstairs, and you turned to follow him, suddenly feeling more grimy than you had this whole trip. Like you needed nothing more than to get out of your rank coat, your muddy boots, the whole lot of it.

“You need anything off your mule?” Arthur asked.

You didn’t even need to respond to that. He knew you had no belongings apart from the journal still folded neatly against your heart.

He turned to the door of 2D with key in hand and a smirk on his face. “‘Course not.”

“That funny to you, is it?”

To your surprise, he didn’t backtrack. “No.” He looked you over, your dirty clothes suddenly feeling dirtier. “You can thank me later.” He pushed the door in.

Confused by his words, you were a second from asking him what he was on about when you ran right into his back. He had stopped.

“What’s the-” You saw the room and understood. There was only one bed. One very small bed. You felt your heart give a little jolt at the next thought that entered your head, but Arthur interrupted it.

“This ain’t gonna work.” He rounded. “Let me go sort this out.”

Standing in the room, still staring at the bed, unable to tear your eyes away for some godforsaken reason, you asked, “Want me to come with you?”

Arthur’s footfalls hesitated. Then, “No. Lock the door.” That caught your attention. You looked to find him already headed down the hallway. Then did as he said, locking yourself in. Trying not to think of being alone in here. Without Arthur, without your parents—a reality that would very soon be coming to fruition. And yet you were standing scared as a child at the very idea. The room felt too big, too unfamiliar, its cleanliness now unwelcoming. So you just stood there and stared at it, spiraling down far enough that a knock sounded at the door in what felt like seconds.

“Open up.” Arthur.

You unlatched the door with all the hurried desperation of a creature trapped in a cage, then flung the door open.

“I’m in the-” Arthur stopped at your wide-eyed expression. “In the room next door,” he finished, motioning to his right. “You…all right?”

“Fine”, you said with a hollowness that proved anything but.

His brows curved together with doubt, but he didn’t push. “Okay. They don’t have any double beds so…figured you wouldn’t mind a room to yourself. I’ll be next door if you need me. Just keep your door locked.”

“Sure.” You were gripping the door like a vise. Arthur eyed that grip.

“You sure you’re fine?”

“Yes. I…where’s the bath?” you blurted, needing the distraction of it like you needed air.

He pointed down the hall, all the way to the end where a sign next to the door read ‘bath.’

“You wanna go first?” he asked.

You just nodded, not quite meeting his eye.

“All right then. I’ll, uh, bring you some clothes. Figured you wanted those washed.” He motioned to your shaggy coat, the clothes underneath it.

“Sure. Thanks.” You could barely get the words out.

Arthur nodded and stepped back. “Give it five minutes. I’ll have some extra clothes in there waiting on you.”

He said it like he hoped this would fix whatever was bothering you. And your chest gave an involuntary clench at his kindness. Enough that you had the courage to blurt out, “Mind if I come with you?”

Confusion crossed his face, realization not far behind it. Then, “Sure.” And he was turning and heading back down the hall, you right on his heels, your heart rate slowing with every step away from that room. This was going to be a problem.

You coasted through the motions of following him outside as he got some clothes and a few other things off his horse. He handed you yours, and your skittishness cleared further when you realized what that smirk from earlier had been about—he gave you his clothes. It was obvious just looking at him they would not fit you.

You stared at them a second before he said with a grin, “Problem?”

Words were still coming to you slowly, so you just shook your head. Grateful he even had a set to spare.

He let out a low laugh but said no more, taking the time to check over your mounts before giving them treats then heading back inside. You followed behind him silently, more ghost than girl, clothes in hand the only thing convincing you of your presence. Then Arthur approached his door and stopped, turning to look at you.

“You’re acting funny.”

You looked down the hall to see a woman, likely the bath attendant, stepping out of the room, wiping damp hands on her skirt. Time to go.

“You’re funny,” you managed, shooting Arthur a quick glance before sidestepping him and making for the bath room.

To your relief, he didn’t stop you, and you heard the sound of his door opening and shutting before you gave a swift nod to the attendant and did the same, closing out all thought of that lone bed and that empty room. You were faced with a bath warm and inviting, steam drifting upward, a few brushes and soaps set in a tray atop the tub. Thick towels were folded on top of a stool to your left. You hesitantly set Arthur’s clothes down on top of them, taking a second to feel the softness of the towels. There weren’t all that special, but to someone who had only ever used the same few towels her whole life, they were extraordinary.

You came to your senses and quickly locked the door. Then faced the room and let out a breath. This was better. Much better. You began stripping off your clothes piece by piece, finally able to let in the feeling of reprieve.

Arthur laid back on the bed with a hand behind his now hatless head, sinking into the softness below him. After months and months of travel below canvas, this was better than a cigarette, better than a shot of whiskey, worth coming all this way for. He let his eyes shut and let himself relax. He was always on high alert around you, and the excuse to have a moment of rest to himself was welcomed.

He breathed deep, thinking of the miles yet to be traveled before his thoughts turned in all directions like they tended to do before he dreamt. Then he was asleep before he even had the time to notice.

Enough time passed that Arthur heard a soft knock on the door. He was pleasantly well-rested even though the light through the window meant it was still daylight outside. So, expecting it to be you, he answered without rising. “Yeah?”

“Your bath is ready, sir,” said an unfamiliar female voice. Right. You must be done then. Arthur firmly blocked out the thought of you taking a bath before rising from the bed. He wordlessly took the key off the nightstand and left the room, locking the door behind him before turning to the bath attendant. She was dark-haired and dark-eyed, with a pleasant smile he was sure she gave to everyone. “Right this way,” she said, motioning to the end of the hall.

He followed her down, knowing what she would say next before she did.

“Would you care for my assistance?” The words were laced with heavy attention, the kind that lesser men than he would believe genuine. But for tonight, he only wanted rest. To relax and be left alone.

“No, thanks,” he responded in as friendly a manner as he could before stepping into the room, trying not to smile at the immediate disappointment on her face. Cutting into some of her night’s wages, he was. But he didn’t care. After him would just come some other sorry bastard in need of a good scrub. He was willing to bet she wouldn’t even have to wait until morning for said customer to step through the front door.

Arthur shut the door behind him and locked it, watching the candlelight flicker around the room. Night was swiftly approaching, the dim light through the window growing feeble. He let out a satisfied sigh and began unbuckling his gun belt, taking in the finer points of the room as he did. The place was clean, more than could be said for most hotels in towns this size. And it was quiet, likely being the less frequented of the two as it was on a backstreet. A pleasant place for a much-needed respite. Arthur stripped his satchel and heavy coat, his boots and socks, his suspenders and pants and shirt. He was undoing the buttons of his union suit and debating how many nights he could get away with staying here when he heard a hard rap on the door.

“Arthur?”

He snapped to attention, moving to the door before unlocking it and yanking it open.

“What’s wrong?”

You were standing there in his shirt, and the sight was enough to fill him with a sudden streak of pride before he remembered himself, looking around you to find that you were alone. He looked back to you and searched your face for the reason behind this impromptu visit. And found you staring at his exposed chest.

You blinked hard before looking to the floor. “Can I, uh…have the key? To your room?”

“What’s wrong with yours?”

You shook your head, refusing to look at him. “I can’t be in there.”

He had figured you weren’t coping well with being alone when you had asked to follow him downstairs before. But then you’d gone off to the bath in a rush all by yourself, so he hadn’t thought much more of it. But now it was obvious the walls of that empty room had been closing in on you.

Arthur grunted in response, somewhat miffed to have his peace interrupted but knowing you needed it more than him. So he just turned and retrieved the key, handing it out to you.

“Thank you,” you said, your eyes again catching on his chest before you turned away just as fast, headed right back down the hallway.

Arthur watched to make sure you reached the room before retreating backward and shutting the door behind him. He leaned against it a moment, thinking of your eyes on him. Your lips against his, softer than they should have been for all the cold. The way your tongue felt as it slid against his, as his breath caught and he kept going, unable to stop.

He shut his eyes tight and let his head fall back, simultaneously locking the door. That familiar arousal was taking hold of him again. And he couldn’t do a damn thing about it, too filled with guilt over it being you he was thinking about to pleasure himself. So he took a few steadying breaths and stripped the remaining layer of his clothes away quickly, climbing into the bath. The water was scalding, but he ignored its burn and slid into it, needing his mind to drift far from where it was. Far from how perfect you had tasted, from how his heart had leapt when you’d ask him to kiss you in the first place. And your words he was long from forgetting—I wouldn’t ask if that were the case. Proving you wanted him to do it, wanted him to be the first one to show you how. He didn’t deserve that. Where his mind had drifted because of all this was proof enough of that. But damn it if he wasn’t so hard he was gritting his teeth. There was also the fact that you were now in his room. Likely on his bed. His cock strained at the thought, and Arthur let out a small groan as he leaned back, his head falling against the lip of the tub, his hands remaining firmly away from his body. This would just complicate things. He couldn’t allow himself to let it happen. Not when his thoughts were on what it would be like to storm into that room and kiss you again, teach you a few other things along with it. Lay you out beneath him and—

“Christ,” Arthur hissed. He was gripping the tub beneath his fingers. He had to find a way to block all this out. He couldn’t very well go back in that room with you when he was like this. So he did his best to think of anything else—horses, gunfights, the goddamn shit lining the streets outside in the hope that it would curb his arousal.

Teeth still gritted, he grabbed a bar of soap with a too-firm grip and ran it across his arms, his chest, his lower legs, doing everything he could to avoid the one part of his body that seemed to need all his attention. He wet his hair and ran the soap through it too, scrubbing hard. He scrubbed every bit of skin so harshly it hurt, all to avoid what he so desperately needed. And when he was done, he tossed the soap away and laughed bitterly at himself. None of it had made a bit of difference.

He was just worked up. He got this way sometimes, after a particularly close call with a gunfight or after a heated argument with one of the gang members. His usual way of blowing off steam was with a bottle of whiskey, but he sometimes resorted to taking himself in hand when his mind wouldn’t quit. It worked better than the whiskey did. And if he was already this hard…

Arthur considered his options. Either one, he do nothing and go back in that room only to be doomed to repeat all this madness while doing his best to keep it from you. Or two, he get it over with now and forget it. Put it behind him. Pretend like it had never happened. He was leaning toward that option likely due to the need coursing through him, but it certainly seemed like the problem solver of the two. Sure, he would feel guilty over it, but it weren’t like he didn’t feel guilt over countless things already.

Arthur looked down and took his lower lip between his teeth before releasing it, slowly letting his hands drift in the water. He hesitated for all of a heartbeat before he remembered your eyes on his bare chest, the flash of want within them. Then he closed his hand around his cock and let his eyes roll back.

Your mouth against his, how he should have pulled away then. How he couldn’t keep from pressing his lips to yours a second time when he felt how soft your mouth was. He kissed you harder, and you did it right back. He held your head so that you had nowhere left to go as he kissed you and kissed you, your mouth opening for his the second his tongue met it. Surrendering to him in its softness, your easy breathing, your harsh want that was just as bad as his. Then your tongue met his, and he lost it. On all accounts, he lost it. He wanted you so bad it hurt. And he was taking your mouth like a starving man, kissing you again, and again, and again…

Arthur was seconds away from an orgasm when he thought of your mouth on him elsewhere. Kissing him, drifting downward until those sweet lips wrapped around his cock. Arthur groaned loud at the thought and came, hit with pleasure so harsh he let his mouth fall open, blaming it all on the fact that it had been so long. Certainly not because it was you. Certainly not because he wanted you and knew he would want you again tomorrow. No, he was never very good at managing his guilt, but as for denial, he knew it well. And he was the goddamn king of it.

Arthur’s head was emptied, just as he wanted it to be, when he left the bath room and stepped back inside the small bedroom. You were curled up on the bed in his clothes, not even underneath the blanket like you had been waiting up for him but fell asleep instead. And his head remained empty as he threw his old clothes on the ground and walked over to the bed, knelt, and laid down on the cold, hard floor beside it. In every measure, satisfied. He would not allow himself to be anything else.

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Chapter thirteen is here.

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Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A man after midnight)

Summary: The one where you are Sebastian Vettel’s engineer through out the years, never realized that maybe, the older man - now newly divorced, had developed feelings for you.

Rating: +16

Warnings: mentions of sex, masturbation, adult (sorta) language, daddy issues.

Word count: 3.5k

Note: since I started this new blog, I’ll post all my ao3 f1 fanfics here! So this is also available in my ao3. btw: this one-shot is inspired on a tik tok by read_between.the_wines (she has really good prompts and I’ll use them a lot!)

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Sebastian Vettel. Four-time world champion. Has raced for BMW Sauber, Toro Rosso, Red Bull, Ferrari and now, Aston Martin. German. Simple family. Reserved. And now, recently divorced.

That news hit the websites, just the way he didn't want it. They had not been together for a few months, but he had not commented for the safety of Hanna and her children. However, the media always managed to take little pieces of his privacy and spread them to the world.

His closest friends already knew and so did his team, but they all kept quiet about it, they knew him.

A couple of curious eyes were looking for the German at the Aston Martin hospitality. They were friends, the girl might be 7 years younger than him, but they always got along great, especially when she needed to adjust his car. Sebastian was always her safe harbour, since when she joined Ferrari in 2019, only 25 years old and with an impressive knowledge about what he was doing, so when he decided to switch teams, she didn't even hesitate to go for it. The German, on the other hand, he's always had a different take on her - of course, at first it was a platonic feeling, a friendship he never thought he could find, until the day he found himself falling for her. Perhaps, it was the girl who - unknowingly - ended up ending the couple's relationship.

Unfortunately, he knew very well that she felt nothing for him beyond a sweet friendship.

When the woman found him, her expression of curiosity turned bittersweet; she was worried about his condition, sitting on the floor of his driver's room with his hands on his head. She took a few steps and crouched in front of him, touching his arm lightly. At first, the man flinched, but as he smelled the sweet scent of peach perfume, he accepted the caress, letting out a tearful sigh.

"Hey..." She whispered as soon as he lifted his face. He was red, hair messy and beard longer than usual.

"It's public. I'm officially a divorced man."

"They shouldn't have done that. It's cruel. Even more so that you have the girls and the little one." She said quietly. "Did you talk to Hanna after the news came out?"

"Yes... She knows it wasn't our fault." The girl cracked a smile.

"So, if she knows-let's go. Wipe your face and lift your chin. You're too good to succumb to what the media does." She stood, holding out her hand for him to take.

"What would I do without you, liebling?" he laughed, slipping his arm over her shoulder.

"I have no idea. I'm the best friend you could ever have."

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She was sitting on top of a large metal box, Vettel beside her, looking at the tools that were on a shelf. It was Saturday after qualifying and they were fixing some technical errors with the car. Their legs wobbled as she listened to him talk about the possible problems, writing them down. As curious eyes lifted to pay attention to their driver, a guy in an Alpine t-shirt walked past them, waving at her and within seconds a silly grin was on his face.

"Someone's got a crush." Sebastian said, in his strong accent.

"Shut up!" She kicked and lightly kicked his leg. "You know I only have eyes for you." She pouted.

"Ahem, I know."

"Come on Seb!"

He only shook his head in denial, cracking a smile. Suddenly, his mobile phone started ringing frantically and he answered it without even seeing who it was, they both knew only one person had that ringtone. His voice was soft yet firm; she didn't understand German, but it sounded like they were disagreeing on something, especially that he pressed his temples with his fingers, taking a deep breath. He hung up, throwing his head back, groaning loudly.

"The little one is sick. My parents can't take the girls and neither can Hanna's parents. I'll need to bring them to the Paddock tomorrow, which I hate because people will be taking pictures."

"Britta can sort it out, can't she? She always does."

"She will. I just think it's going to be a bit weird without Hanna being here with them."

"It'll be fine. I can help you, you know I love the girls and they know I'm the coolest auntie!" She waited for him to come closer to give little slaps of encouragement on his shoulders.

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Early Sunday morning, she had arrived and as soon as she entered the Aston Martin hospitality, she felt arms grab her legs. She cracked a smile and looked down, seeing two blonde girls with long smiles, she ran her hand over the hair of both of them, ducking down and being bombarded with love. They ran over each other's words, the sweet girls speaking a German mixed with English that could confuse anyone, however the engineer listened to them intently, with a smile on her face.

Soon, she found the father of these cuties, Vettel was playing ping-pong with Stroll for a video. The three waited away from the cameras for the German, who cracked a warm smile at the sight of them. Even though the girls were not so little anymore, he took one in each arm, walking to his garage. Soon they were distracted by other people on the team, who were loving having two adorable children there.

"They look really cute wearing those Aston clothes." The woman said, nudging him with her elbow.

"They insisted. And I can't always say no."

"So... We'll get a good result today. For them, okay?"

"Okay."

He started in P12 and until halfway through the race, he had not entered the scoring zone, which made the engineer upset. She wanted the kids to see their father happy and in a high position. They did the tyre change a bit too early, which could ruin the strategy, especially as he dropped to P15. However, he was still on a two-lap tyre when several teams started to call for a change, so he moved up positions as he felt confident enough to overtake other drivers. The girls screamed in happiness every time the number 5 car was shown on the various TVs inside the pit lane. He finished in P5 on that cold April afternoon - the girls were self-conscious about how it worked, that their father hadn't won the race, but for them, him finishing fifth where there were 20 other racers was amazing. The three of them ran to the rail, with her holding them so they could see his car very close passing by the finish line.

Meanwhile, Sebastian was conflicted, seeing her with her daughters, having fun and such a natural way, so easy and affectionate. He was trying to push that thought away, but the truth is: he had been thinking about her for a long time.

From the day she first set foot in the Ferrari, the girl hiding behind a cap bigger than her head and red polo shirt twice her size - they didn't have her dress size that week - intrigued him, from the sharp voice, ready to destroy someone in seconds, on another hand, someone so sweet it gave you cavities on just thinking about her. They hit it off at first, the feeling of finding someone who understood your craziness, who stayed late inside the garage studying, tinkering with the car, someone who spoke the language of motoring. Of course, everything was always platonic, he was a married man; she even had a long and painful crush on him, but she moved on, it was too risky to go after a committed man. She just didn't know Sebastian couldn't stop thinking about her, he had loved every bit of her since the day they ran away from the end of the season Ferrari’s party, ending up in some random bar in Maranello, laughing their drunk asses off.

He did not look at his wife the way he looked at her . Several nights, lying in his hotel bed, he would stare at the ceiling and think of calling her, hoping that she would come running and snuggle into his arms, that she would kiss his lips sweetly and spend the night by his side, that he could wake up in the morning with her naked body covered only by a thin blanket. He would touch himself thinking of her. The worst is that she couldn't do that, it wasn't even because of the age difference, she was a grown woman, but he was afraid of compromising the position of both of them - but mainly hers, within the team, it wasn't as if some didn't doubt her real ability normally.

After his interviews and PR duties, he appeared in the garage, seeing from afar the door to his driver's room open and them sleeping on the couch, covered with a duvet. In one corner, the engineer was giving a soft laugh and the older man brought his gaze to her. The girl was leaning against the wall, with a few locks of hair curled in her fingers, her face was flushed and her pupils dilated, in front of her, a tall, dark haired man wearing an Alpine t-shirt. The same man who had waved to her the night before. Internally, he was burning with jealousy, but on the outside, he just took a deep breath and cracked a smile, walking calmly over to them. The German gently touched her shoulder, giving it a squeeze, which made her turn her face away immediately.

"Seb!"

"Hey lieb, are you still going to want a ride back to the hotel? I'll just pick up the girls and be on my way." His tone was low in the hope that the other wouldn't hear.

"Sorry- I'm going out with Matheo. He's dropping me off at the hotel later." She left a kiss on his cheek. "See you tomorrow for breakfast?"

"Sure. See you tomorrow."

He waved to them both as he walked out with the two sleepy little girls. As soon as he turned his face, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, biting his lower lip.

The engineer left with the Alpine strategist shortly after her interaction with Vettel. Matheo quickly took her hand in his, as if to show the others who were leaving that she was his, at first she didn't mind, she was a person who liked to be touched. They were in his car, going to some restaurant she didn't know about - and he didn't make a point of telling her.

"So... You and Vettel?" His voice was soft, yet accusatory.

"We are friends. He's basically a big brother to me, when I got into Ferrari he was always my guide and listened to me, even if I wasn't one hundred percent right." She smiles as she recalls the memories. "I had a side job babysitting the girls when Seb and Hanna wanted to be romantic, at least I didn't spend it alone at the hotel."

"I get it... I thought you might have something, by the way he looks at you ."

"What? No! Seb is very concerned and he has this dad vibe that is so cute. It's not what you're thinking."

He shrugged, parking the car for them to have their supposed romantic evening.

And it was a good one. He bought her a nice dinner, then drove her to her hotel room and kissed her at the door. She brought him into the room and they had sex that night. He wasn't the best she'd ever had, but he definitely made her scream a few times - which wasn't the best idea, since Sebastian's room was next door to hers, at least the girls were going to stay with his parents. On the other side of the wall, the blond couldn't sleep properly, the noises from her room wouldn't let him be at peace. He felt anger, envy, sadness. He was the one who was supposed to leave you like that.

He hadn't slept at all. Then early in the morning he was already drinking coffee when he saw her coming downstairs, her face still a little smeared with makeup.

"Good morning!" She said as she sat down in front of him and received a tired groan in response. "What?"

"It's not easy trying to sleep when the person in the next room is loud." In the same second, she widened her eyes, quickly running her hand over her face, embarrassed that he had heard her groan.

"Sorry! It wasn't intentional. I just... I wanted to please him."

"You mean it wasn't good?" He arched an eyebrow.

"It was! It was good, but not... The best. "

"Wow." He laughed low. "So he really missed something."

"Yeah..." Her face was entirely red. "He was so nice to me all night that I didn't have the courage to tell him that I didn't.... You know, he came pretty close." She mumbled it all out.

"So no second date?"

"First, we've been going out for a few weeks and second, he may not be a knight in shining armour, but he has the potential to be someone good. And I don't want to waste that."

"'I can fix him' syndrome?" he took a sip of his tea. "So... 2000s romance movie. Or daddy issues."

"Vettel!" She couldn't hold back her laughter, putting both hands over her face, hiding it. "Blame my father for abandoning me."

The two of them couldn't control their laughter, drawing attention from a few people around.

….....................................

The engineer was in her loft, lying on the couch with some TV program on. It was half past midnight, a glass of wine in her hand. She hated spending her evenings completely alone, knowing that she couldn't just walk in the next door and her colleagues or Sebastian ready to answer it. The wind whipped against the window, it was so depressing, not a soul there to lift her out of her boredom. Until her doorbell rings. Matheo was there, with flowers. She answered in surprise and he said that refusing her request for him to come to her loft was ridiculous and he could spend even half an hour in busy London for her.

They had had a fight, he had gone out with another girl, and she thought they were exclusive - clearly a miscommunication. And the night at her apartment was post "reconciliation", only he said he wouldn't go, he couldn't stand London. She called Sebastian crying, saying that the strategist didn't care about her and that she wanted so much a hug from the older man, but he was so far away. His heart ached to hear her so destroyed, but he was even angrier when he read the message that appeared almost at one o'clock in the morning, saying that the blessed man had shown up with flowers and that despite everything, he was a good person.

Matheo and she had sex again, not as amazing as the first time - and each time the quality decreased until this time. She blamed the tension of having him again, it was nothing, she could teach him. He left early Sunday morning, saying he needed to get back to see his family.

In the second week of vacation, she received a very important visit. Sebastian Vettel was knocking on her door, with a crate of beer and German sausage.

"You're no good." She said when she saw him, going into his arms in a warm hug.

Again, it was half past midnight, they were drunk. Vettel was making bratkartoffeln, while she was sitting on one of the kitchen benches, drinking beer.

"I know he was an asshole to me, but he tried to fix it. I can give it at least one more chance..."

"But what about the sex?" He looked at her.

"Still bad, but I can change that ." She cracked a damned smile.

"I bet even I could do better than him." He grumbled.

"And how can you be sure?" She asked in a suggestive tone, taking another sip of her beer.

" Because I know you. And I know what you like. " He cracked a smile, focusing on the potatoes in the pan.

"Silly." She slapped his shoulder. "But it's serious. He's good, you know? He doesn't talk about our jobs when we're together, he likes to play video games, and no, he wouldn't steal information from our car even because his team is better than ours."

"You can steal information." He said jokingly, but he was starting to get annoyed with the situation. Was it jealousy? Of course.

"It's serious, Seb. I really think I'll make it official."

"Even though you cried for two hours on the phone with me?"

"I can fix him!" She put her arms up in surrender, repeating the same thing he said to her at the hotel weeks ago.

"Daddy issues."

"You can't say anything if you're single."

"Divorced."

"Same thing."

"Depends on the perspective, lieb."

"How? I don't think so. It's only because you want to get out of the argument."

"Maybe."

"Conflit advoidance."

"Emotional needness."

"Shit." She shrugged, getting down from the countertop and putting the bottle in the trash, soon grabbing another from the fridge. As Sebastian finished the early morning snack for them, she rolled her eyes and spoke again. "But seriously, he looks like a person to introduce himself to his parents! Good job, handsome, nice, takes me to nice places.... The sex is something to improve on, but we know that's only with practice." She laughed.

Suddenly, Vettel closed his eyes and said under his breath. "Can you shut up about him?"

"Um, excuse me?" She turned her face to him, with an annoyed expression.

"Oh-oh! Nothing." He fumbles and almost knocks the sauteed bacon to the floor. "Never mind. Just-just forget it, please." He closes his eyes for a few seconds. "I'm just tired, I'm sorry."

"No! You're not tired." She drops the unopened beer bottle into the sink. "Tell me what you really think about him."

"I... I just not-" She finished putting all the food in, sighing low and leaning his lower back against the counter. "I don't want to hear about him. I don't."

"Why?"

They exchanged glances for a few seconds, in complete silence. Something clicked in the engineer’s mind, making her slowly open her lips.

"Oh my God. Are you jealous?"

He looks away from hers, fiddling with the ends of his blond strands.

"Stop! Are you-are you jealous?" Her voice was slightly shaky.

"Please." He closed his eyes, running his hand over his temples. "Please just shut up about it. Just keep it between us. Just shut up." He muttered, completely embarrassed.

He didn't realise when they got so close, but when he felt her lips almost brushing against his lobe, his breath failed him.

"Make me."

In a single motion, he put his hands on her waist, pressing her against the countertop, and then his body was against her as well. One hand went up to her face and their lips touched. At first, she didn’t kiss back, her head was processing what just happened between them. Sebastian pulled away after a few seconds, she didn’t reciprocate, ‘of course she wouldn’t, she’s in love with that Alpine douche bag’ the older man thought. Her head was full, all the suppressed feelings for him, the need to find other men to endlessly satisfy her and yet she was never satisfied, because they weren’t him. Matheo wasn’t Vettel, he never could be even one percent of what the German was.

When the blond was loosening the touch around her, the engineer finally woke from her trance, grabbing his shirt with both of her hands, pulling him back against her, connecting their lips. It was a sloppy kiss, deep and passionate, it looked like they waited years to share it - in fact, it did. Her hands were on his chest, while he embraced her waist, pulling her closer. Their lips fit perfectly, their rhythm was like no other and their tongues passed each other’s, enjoying the bitter taste of beer. It started to become sloppier, with her leg going up his waist and his body adjusting in the middle of her legs, small moans and lip bites were exchanged - maybe too many times, but they weren’t sober enough to care. The engineer’s lips lowered to his jaw and soon they were along his neck, biting, licking and nibbling spots that would be very visible next morning. Vettel threw his head back at the action, groaning her name, lowering both of his hands to her ass cheeks, squeezing it.

“Bed… Bedroom.” He said, breathless.

She smiled and walked out from him, going up the mezzanine’s stairs and waiting for him. As soon as he reached her, he threw her on the bed, with a naughty smile.

“Show me… How much you know me.”

“Of course, lieb.” He kneeled on the bed, holding her shirt hem.

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thee-horny-thicky · 1 year

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69ing for 69

In honor of me reaching (and surpassing) 69 followers, here's a chapter of an ongoing Rei Suwa fanfic, featuring him 69ing with the reader :)

If you're interested in the full fic, it's on AO3

Rei couldn’t believe himself. After days of pining over you, dreaming about the delicious sample he had of your flavor, he caved in and asked Kazuki for your number. The blond happily complied with the request, but as expected with Kazuki, it didn’t come without some teasing.

“See, what’d I tell you about her?” he snarked, lightly nudging Rei with his elbow.

“Shut up,” Rei mumbled in response, his skin heating up.

Kazuki smirked at the flush on his best friend’s skin. “C’mon, just admit I was right.”

Instead of dignifying him with a response, the black-haired male had taken his phone and walked away, texting you to see if you were free that evening.

“Just be back by 8 pm,” Kazuki called out, reminding Rei of the mission they had that night.

Surprisingly, you’d answered almost immediately and agreed to see him. And that’s how Rei ended up in front of your apartment’s door, his palms coated in sweat as he grows more and more anxious to see you. He holds a hand out and blows into it, wanting to ensure that his breath still smells like the mint toothpaste he used before leaving his penthouse.

Finally, the door swings up, revealing you clad in nothing but a towel. Your hair was damp, some of it clinging to your face, and droplets of moisture rolled down your skin. Rei’s eyes follow one bead of water that trails down to your breast, before disappearing under the towel. His mouth waters as he thinks about your pierced nipples, and how good it felt to suck on them.

“Hey,” you greet him with a bright smile, stepping aside so he can enter.

“Hi,” he mutters as he enters your residence, removing his shoes and coat.

“Are you thirsty?” you question as you escort him to your living room and guide him to your sectional, the couch decorated with throw pillows and blankets

Normally, you don’t service clients in your home, and you especially don’t offer them refreshments. But Rei, like his blond friend, was an exception.

“I’m good, thanks,” he reassures as he wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans, which were becoming tighter by the minute.

“I suppose you just want to get on with it, hmm?” you tease as you plop down next to him, trailing a finger over a pec. At his curt nod, you grin and ask, “Well, how can I please you today, sir?”

“I want to taste you,” he admits, leaning into your touch.

His words shock you in silence. Most men were focused on their own pleasure first and foremost, and yours was just an afterthought. So, for Rei to make an entire trip just to ‘taste’ you left you speechless.

“You wanna taste me?” you repeat, trying to keep your tone seductive so as to not betray your surprise.

He nods. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about.

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” you purr as you trail your hands to his hair, gently stroking his black strands as you straddle his lip, your bare pussy against his clothed erection. “I have an idea I think you’ll like.”

“Which is?” he murmurs as he eyes your lips, shiny from your strawberry lip balm.

“You ever wanted to 69 before, Rei?” you question as you bring a hand to your towel’s knot and undo it, letting it unravel and reveal your bare chest.

He gulps and nods, one of his hands cupping a breast. He rolls the nipple around, the contact making you sharply inhale. “Can we?”

“Anything you want,” you gasp out as he takes your neglected nipple into his mouth.

Your nipple piercings are a favorite of his, and he adores the reactions you give him when you play with them. So, as he licks, nips, and sucks the sensitive buds, he keeps his eyes glued to your face. He admires the way your head is thrown back in pleasure, the way your mouth is slightly agape.

You're so fucking beautiful.

Whines escape from you as he mouths at your breasts, and you begin to grind against his pants, the fabric provides the perfect amount of friction.

However, just as you feel some tension begin to build in your core, he stops.

“I want you to come on my tongue, not on my pants,” he states, looking you dead in your eyes.

His words go straight to your pussy, and you nod, removing yourself from his lap. He makes quick work of his clothing, and you stare at his large cock once it’s free. Unlike last time, you’re able to get a proper look at his length.

And boy, is it lengthy.

It’s visibly longer than average, and so, so girthy. One look at Rei’s lean frame, and you’d never guess he was packing all that. It’s slightly curved to the left, and veins decorate the shaft. Precum makes the tip glisten, and your mouth begins to water when you think about tasting it.

He allows you some seconds to stare before he grows impatient and guides you to his face, planting you on top of his mouth. His strength surprises you, but you don’t have time to dwell on it as he shoves his tongue into you, making you cry out. He wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping your pussy glued to his mouth and ass on his face. You lean forward as he sucks on your clit, your moans and the sound of Rei lapping at your heat filling your living room.

With a shaky hand, you place your hand on the tip of his dick, spreading his pre over the shaft. The feeling of your touch makes him groan against you, the vibration the sound creates adding another sensation.

Once he was lubed up, you take the head into your mouth, gently sucking and drawing a whimper from him. You swirl your tongue around, his taste tangy and salty, before you shove his entire dick in your mouth. His grip on your thighs tightens as the entirety of his length filled your throat, and you rest your hand on his thighs for balance. After letting him linger down your throat for a few seconds, you pull back until your mouth is just around the tip of his cock, sucking and licking it.

You begin to grind against him when pulls his tongue in and out of you, fucking you with it as you ride his face. He makes sure not to neglect your clit for too long, your juices coating his tongue and face as he falls into an arousing pattern.

The tension from earlier begins to build back up, and you focus on sucking him off with a renewed fervor, your hips matching the rhythm his tongue set.

The sounds the two of you make provide extra stimulation via vibrations, and create more incentive to keep going. So, you take him back down your throat, making him moan. In response, he refocuses his attention on licking and sucking your clit, the attention on your feminine bud making the tension release. Your movements begin to still as you feel your nectar drip onto his lips, the presence of his dick muffling your screams.

The taste of you flooding his mouth is enough for Rei to come, and his load fills your mouth. Like the expert you are, you gulp it all down and clean up whatever escaped from your mouth.

While you struggle to catch your breath, he removes you from his tongue, his eyes glued to your ass. The feel of it against his face felt excellent, and with it so close to his mouth, he was a little curious to try something. And since he was paying you to please him, he saw no reason not to. So, he adjusts you until your upper body is draped over the body of the couch, while your lower half is stuck up in the air.

Then, he gets to his feet and spreads your ass cheeks, his mouth watering as he eyed your puckered hole.

“What-”

Your question is cut short when Rei spits between your cheeks, the feel of his saliva on your ass making clench. Then, he uses his fingers to spread his spit around, making you gasp at the contact.

“I want to taste all of you,” is all he says before he replaces his fingers with his tongue.

You cry out as his tongue prods at your back entrance, the tip of it circling around your rim, before easing it into you. You force yourself to relax as his tongue dances around your puckered hole, plunging in and out of you. Briefly, you think about how filthy this is, but who are you to deny a client’s wishes? When the tight rims of your muscles slacken up as you become familiar with the sensation, his tongue fills your asshole, making you scream out in pleasure.

You begin to fucking drool at how good it feels, and any thoughts of how wrong, how utterly dirty the situation is, leave your head.

You buck against him, Rei keeping a firm grip on your hips as his wet muscle fills you. He thrusts it in and out of you, the taboo sensation making your clit begin to throb. So, while he pleases your ass, you bring a hand to your pussy and dip two fingers inside yourself, drawing figure eights against your clit to bring yourself closer to release.

Tears leak from your eyes as the pleasure becomes blinding, and when your orgasm hit, you’re seeing stars. Liquid rushes from you, dripping down your thighs and onto your couch, creating a mess you’re going to have to clean later. Not that you care right now. For someone who’s never given head before, Rei was a fucking pro at it.

As you come down from your high, Rei eyes your spent form with smug pride, pleased he was able to make you come undone on his first try.

You collapse onto the sofa, eyes focused on the ceiling as you breathe heavily. You haven’t had any cock yet, but you’re already fucked out. And, due to the sweat and come on your body, you were in need of another shower.

“What now?” you manage to pant out.

“I pay you?” Rei questions, wondering if there was anything else he was supposed to do.

You sit up and cock an eyebrow at him. “You’re not going to fuck me?”

A small smile spreads across Rei’s lips at your disappointed tone. “Not tonight.”

“Okay,” is all you respond with, eyeing him as he begins to clothe himself. Once he was decent, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a wad of bills, holding them out to you. But you make a split-second decision to decline the money, shoving it away from you. “It’s on the house.”

Your words not only take him aback but also confuses him. “You don’t want to be paid?”

You shrug. “You’re nice to me, and I think that your kindness should be rewarded.”

He slowly nods and puts the cash away, a blush spreading across his skin at your compliment.

As odd as it may seem for an escort to decline cash, you liked Rei enough that he didn’t have to pay for his services. And, a part of you didn’t want him to pay for you. He actually treats you like a person and puts a great deal of focus on your pleasure. So, since he doesn't treat you like a whore, you won’t charge him like a trick.

You follow him to the doorway, neither of you minding your nude state. Rei tugs on his shoes and coat with his back to you, but before he leaves, he turns to you. “Are you sure you don’t the money?”

“That eager to go broke, huh?” you joke with a smile. “How about this, you pay me with dates instead of cash?”

His eyebrows shoot to his hairline. “Dates…?”

You giggle at his reaction. “I know it’s backward, us fucking then going out, but I’m down if you are.”

“You want to go on a date with me? he questions in a stupor, not sure how to react.

“Didn’t I just say that? Unless you don’t want to…?”

The latter possibility fills you with disappointment that you try to hide, his silence stressing you out and making you feel silly. No matter how much you liked Rei, and how kind he was to you, you were still an escort. And to most people, that was enough to make you undatable. Because, in the eyes of society, someone who uses their body for cash isn’t worthy of love.

After what seems like an eternity, he nods, making the worried tension leave your body. “That’d be nice.”

His answer nearly makes you sag in relief, and you beam at him. “Great! I’ll let you know when I’m free.”

“Okay…I’ll be seeing you,” he mumbles as he opens your door, waving goodbye before disappearing down the hallway.

As you lock your apartment up and get to cleaning up, a goofy smile is plastered across your face. For the first time in a long time, you open yourself up to the prospect of romance.

A/N: I just know Rei would be a freak 🤭

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chrxllv · 1 year

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hii!! this is my first post ever.. wow what am i supposed to write?

i’ll leave you a little *not so little* sneak peek of my ex!suguru geto x reader fanfic

full version (18+) is uppp on my ao3 account: chrxllv_ii

part 2 has been posted here too so you can check it out:

name: baby, i’m yours || ex!suguru x reader

***

It’s been a few weeks since you and Suguru officially ended it. And you did an admirable job at avoiding him.

On the halls, you’d just pass him fast enough to not let him speak a word to you. And during class you kept yourself busy by talking to Shoko. Or occasionally with Satoru.

You liked to see Geto squint his eyes and glare at the both of you while you smiled at his best friend. Served him right.

And while you made your way towards the Jujutsu High’s library, you sure didn’t expect this day to be the one on which you talked to him again.

It was pretty late at night, your favorite time to get your stuff done. The library was almost always empty.

You were really behind on the thesis you had to wrote. The professor gave you three weeks to finish the assignment and now the deadline was in two days.

It wouldn’t have been that difficult if you had any idea about the topic you had to write on. But you didn’t and so you had to do all the research you were supposed to get done with in the first week.

Usually Suguru helped you with that.

You didn’t need that asshole to help you with anything anymore. You were sure you’d manage on your own. The night was long after all.

The library was empty just as you expected it to be. “Good” you thought and sat your papers down on one of the tables, heading to pick up the books you needed.

You heard the floor creaking behind you and the door opening. So there was someone else behind on their work. Well it didn’t matter much as long as they kept quiet.

Turning on your heels, you wished your eyes were deceiving you. Suguru was sitting on your chair, one corner of his mouth raised in a mocking smile. And he was staring at you.

Taking one deep breath you made your way towards the table, clutching those books as if your whole life depended on it.

“That was my seat, Geto” you huffed and stared right back at him in his stupidly pretty eyes.

“My apologies, I had no idea” he raised his hands in defense and moved… on the chair right next to yours.

“The library is empty, you know? Could’ve picked any table in here and you wouldn’t have risked stealing someone’s place”

“Oh but I really like this one” Suguru said and reached for the book he placed on the table. Your table.

Well you couldn’t move or leave now. What if he got the wrong impression? His presence did not affect you one bit.

If he wanted to be annoying you’ll be the bigger person and ignore him. So you sat down and opened the first book you picked earlier.

But Suguru wasn’t there to study and it was painfully obvious. At first he shifted his chair closer to yours. Ignore him.

After that he looked carefully at the books you picked and smirked. The idiot realised you had trouble with the subject he used to help you with. But to his credit, he kept his mouth shut.

Finally he returned to his book but it didn’t take long for him to try and get your attention again. Suguru placed his hand on your knee and that earned him a cold look from you.

“Geto” you warned and thought about moving your leg away from his touch.

“Sorry” he said but didn’t raise his eyes from his book. “Out of habit, I guess” he murmured but he didn’t move his hand.

Ignore him. He’s obviously trying to annoy you but you wouldn’t dare give him the satisfaction.

To be fair, Geto thought he’d get more words out of you by touching you. Yes, you two were broken up but didn’t you want him too? At least a kiss? Maybe more?

He started moving his hand up your thigh. Slowly. Going back and forth. His eyes were on the book but all his attention was fixed on the feeling of your skin under his touch and your stupid short skirt.

What are you thinking? Move away from him!

But you didn’t. This traitorous body of yours melted in his touch.

“That’s one hell of an interesting first page, huh?” Suguru’s voice broke the silence. “You’ve been staring at it for.. what? ten minutes now?”

Oh, he was insufferable. You closed the book and looked at him for the second time during this disaster of a night.

“It’s quite hard to concentrate when someone’s stalking your every move. What are you doing here anywa-“

But you went silent as he wasn’t listening to your words. He was just staring at your lips.

“Geto? What are you doing?”

“Let me kiss you, princess” he breathed and your eyes widened. “Please” And you nodded.

It was impossible to refuse his plea, it had to be. In the dim light of the library Suguru looked even more beautiful than he usually did and when he looked at you.. It made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. The only one he wanted.

That was Suguru’s effect on you. That’s why you avoided him so much. Your relationship had been far from perfect, that’s why it also ended but he always knew what to say to get to you. That’s why it took you so much to end it.

But you couldn’t think straight with Suguru’s hand on the back of your neck, holding you close as his mouth was over yours.

There was nothing delicate about that kiss. It was rough and desperate, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip. Small noises escaped your throat as he didn’t give you time to breath and you knew that turned him on.

“Fuck” he smiled against your lips. “You taste even sweeter than before”

He stopped kissing you and moved on to your jawline, to that small spot right under your ear. He knew you loved it when he kissed you there.

And you did. The moment his lips touched you again, your hands slipped unconsciously around his neck. You needed to hold onto him.

The small sound of your chair scraping against the tiled floor as you moved closer to him brought you back for a second.

This wasn’t right, you were broken up. You were done with him, you ended it. And you two were getting at it in a fucking library.

“Geto, stop it” it took everything in you to try and push him away but that seemed impossible. His arms were closed so tightly around you.

“But you’re so pretty” he murmured and tugged with his teeth at your skin. “It’s your fault really”

“We can’t” you told him and he looked up to you. Did he look… sad? Disappointed? Not the point. “I mean, what are we doing? We’re in a library, Geto, for fuck’s sake”

He watched you for a few more seconds before opening his mouth again.

"Satoru's gone for the night" he told you and applied a wet kiss to your shoulder. "Come on, princess, indulge me"

One hand was still caressing your thigh as the other cupped your cheek. He looked at you like that again, his face mere inches away from yours and you hated how annoyingly pretty he was.

You could see it in his eyes how much he wanted you to say yes. How much he wanted to kiss you again. How much he wanted to do many, many unspeakable things to you right there and then.

"Fuck you, Geto Suguru" you said and grabbed his wrist, pulling him after you as you made your way towards his room.

You’ll have time to regret this decision later. Now you couldn’t stand him staring at you like that any longer.

He grinned like an idiot the whole way across the hall. He always got what he wanted after all.

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the rest is on ao3 if you’d like to give it a try! comments and likes are very much appreciated<3

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oikasugayama · 10 months

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Hey I haven't written fanfic in about four years and this is the first time I've ever left my OG fandom. Have a Tsukishima x Yamaguchi confession. Now available on ao3!

"Can we talk?"

The walk home in silence has been painfully awkward. Silence isn't unusual from Tsukishima after a long day of school and practice, but for him to force himself one step ahead of Yamaguchi and to ignore every word he tries to say, that's beyond unusual. That's wrong.

"Tsukki, seriously," he begs, jumping ahead of his friend, landing squarely in his path. "Stop."

Tsukishima rolls his eyes, side-steps and continues.

"Tsukki!" he yells, disrupting the quiet evening. "Stop!"

"What?! What could you possibly want to talk about right now?" Tsukishima asks, spinning around. "Because as far as I'm concerned we've got nothing to talk about, Yamaguchi."

"Nothing? You're not gonna talk about how you've been ignoring me all day and how you've been cruel to Shoyo at practice since you found out we've been studying together? What is up with you?!"

"Me?! What's up with you picking him all of a sudden? Do you think you can just replace me, is that it?" Tsukishima lurches forward, making Yamaguchi step back in tandem. "You've been sooo focused on Hinata recently that you're just gonna throw me to the side like nothing? Like you don't care at all about what I want?"

"What are you even talking about?! We're just studying!"

"When you're supposed to be with me! We walk home together every day, we go to practice together, we hang out sometimes and you've been canceling on me. Am I replaceable to you, is that it? You think I'll just back down and let him have you?"

"Tsukki!" Yamaguchi gasps as his back hits the wall of the building they stopped beside. He looks into his best friend's bewildered eyes and has never seen so much anger, so much anguish directed at him before.

"Shoyo's my friend. He just needed some help studying. You're not being replaced. You're my best friend--"

"Don't say we're just fucking friends!" Tsukishima's voice tears out of him. He slams a fist against the wall beside Yamaguchi's head. "Don't! We're more than that and you know it." He raises his other arm to box Yamaguchi in. His heart is pounding, the blood rushing in his ears nearly deafening him to the sound of Yamaguchi's gasp and indignant stuttering.

Tsukishima takes a moment to gather his thoughts, to steady his breath and return to his level-headed self.

"Don't think I would let you go that easily," he mumbles.

"I-I really... Tsukki, I didn't know..."

"Bullshit," he tsks. "Bullshit... How long has it been since we've just been friends? How long since you started coming to me for comfort? Not just protection from playground bullies, but for crying on my shoulder, and laying your head in my lap while we watch movies? How many times have we held hands on that stretch of road where the streetlights are out so no one can see us? How long since we started spending holidays together? Look me in the eyes and tell me how many days its been since we kissed on Christmas Eve, because I know you know."

Tears prick at Yamaguchi's eyes. His already racing heart refuses to slow down, and the adrenaline coursing through his system makes his hands and voice shake.

"It's been... One hundred and eight..." he says, eyes squeezed shut, too embarrassed to meet Tsukishima's golden eyes.

A smile quirks at the corner of Tsukishima's mouth.

"It's been a hundred and eight days since we've kissed and you've not brought it up once or asked me for another. Why's that?"

"You haven't either..."

"I thought I didn't need to. I thought you knew how I felt about you. It's been only you for years. I thought you knew."

"But you never said!" His tone is accusatory as he finally meets Tsukishima's gaze.

"It wasn't a thing we did," Tsukishima chuckles. "I've always known about your feelings. I can see how you feel when you look at me, and lately you've been looking differently. You've been spending more time with Hinata and lighting up when you talk about him and I don't like it. That look's for me, isn't it?"

"It's different," Yamaguchi admits. "For Shoyo we really are just friends. It's nice to have someone who's as happy as I am, you know...? Not that you're not happy--!"

Tsukishima laughs. He leans in close enough to feel the body heat radiate between them.

"My happy is different than your happy. My happy is much quieter, more 'I'm content walking home with my love,' and less 'I'm jumping twice my height because someone gave me some free juice.'"

Yamaguchi laughs, his nerves finally cooling down. Tsukishima smiles, leans in, noses at Yamaguchi's cheek.

"Say we're not just friends."

"We're not."

"And what are we?"

"I-I don't know..."

"You don't? I thought it was obvious." Tsukishima grazes his lips against Yamaguchi's jaw.

"Tell me and we'll be it," Yamaguchi says, reaching his arms up to wrap around Tsukishima's waist.

"Best friends... Partners in crime... Boyfriends."

"Yes. Yes, yes, all of it."

Tsukishima raises his head so he's face to face with Yamaguchi, a soft smile etched into his usually stoic face. He leans in for a kiss that Yamaguchi meets half-way.

#it has been 0 days since they last kissed #tsukishima x yamaguchi #haikyuu fanfic #tsukishima drabbles #tsukkiyama #daisy does drabbles

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lunart-06 · 5 months

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Good day, I have a request to make regarding your current ao3 that you wrote.

Ok imma stop with the fancy English. I read your ao3 titled "there was nothing left for me" and absolutely adored it so I want to ask if you could write a good ending.

Like when izuru was outside talking about how unpredictable the ocean is and no amount of luck will ever bring makoto back, immediately he said that, up in the sky, is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! Its a heavily damaged helicopter hurdling towards him at mach 4. The helicopter crashes right next to him with rubble from the helicopter flying everywhere without hitting him. His curiosity gets the best of him and you'll never guess what he finds inside. A very beaten up and bloody scars makoto who looks like his on the brink of death.

That was the idea I've been brainstorming ever since I finished ur fic. So thanks for reading and incase u actually take this into consideration (I'll be very glad if u do) please take your time I don't mind waiting

(Ur fic has done crazy stuff to me like once in every 10 scenario sessions I have it's based on this fanfic Thank you so much for writing it)

ARCK TY SM!!!! That fic was the only thing that made me feel like I can't possibly write anything close to that quality anymore and needed to get more deeply into my zone but I'm glad you liked it!!!

And for the ending, it was extremely inte ded for me to make a very open-like kinda ending to ensure something like these! You can imagine ANY scenarios regarding of what happened and with the kind of ending I go for COULD lead to tons of possibilities!

It could be Kamukura destroying the foundation and still feeling empty inside, or who knows maybe he find Makoto's coffin while at it? Or maybe Makoto is *still* alive yet just wandering aimlessly after escaping and tricking everyone of his death? Who knows who knows, that's what fun about them!

And to indulged in your one of many scenarios of ending for this fic.

Kamukura wouldn't pay attention to anything else, as said, the agonizing turmoil crashing on everything he had build up for. But he *does* aware of the sound above him, and just like that his ultimate talents switched without command and stood aside a few good feet away, in a certain spot, as a vehicle crash down next to him.

I don't believe Makoto could even still be standing after surviving an execution from *Munakata* of all things, that man won't let him breath. So in this case, some of his other friends and sister had helped him out of the dire situation. Judging from Byakuya's scowl towards Hagakure it seems that it was the teller's responsibility in controlling the helicopter, but knowing Byakuya's distrust over something so life-threatening to someone like Hagakure, it seem he was suppose to be temporarily held control over it until some *bad luck* happened.

Toko was there, Komaru was there, Byakuya left his knot tying rushed to go over to Hagakure, leaving the body—

The body that was still moving. *breathing*. Though shallow and slow, definitely in pain, slightly trembles perhaps from the large injuries and the shock from literally falling from the sky. The sight of it managed to make Kamujura's skin pricked, muscles tightening, and eyes frozen to one sight of one subject. Komaru calling onto the body she held is when Kamukura can feel the freezing water washed over him and wiped the toxins in every parts of his molecules.

"Makoto please hang on—"

Makoto. He can see it clearly now, the messy hair of brown with strands sticking out in multiple places, damped with sweat, paler than necessary to be consider healthy, the while shirt soaked with red, his whole figure is writhing as if cold and taking shallow breath as if drowning, he couldn't see the calming olive eyes when the lids clenched shut, eyebrows pinching together closely that the skin wrinkles, his teeth grits and released from pain and to breath, holding onto the major blow of the injuriy that could have really taken his life dearly.

"Kamukura?" The sister called out, and for once, he paid attention, "please— please, help him– help my brother please, h-he's—"

He doesn't let her finished before his whole body moved in instinct, swiftly picking the deathly cold body that's far more than Kamukura's own, and as he made contact with Makoto, he can feel multiple talents surge through him all at once; ultimate hunter checking any possible threat on his surroundings, ultimate bodybuilder to properly hold Makoto without shaking too much of his injuries, ultimate medic to check anymore major wound aside from the one Makoto covered.

And when Makoto finally squint an eye opened to stare directly on Kamukura's clouded crimson ones, smiling in a shaky manner with a relief undertone (for once, Kamukura *understood* that. Instead of *knowing*), he spoke, in an exhale, his voice whispered; "I..... tol' you.. that I'll–.... be......back..—"

And ultimate runner to quickly take Makoto back to the base of the island.

#danganronpa #lunar ask yippe #kamuegi #a helicopter falling casually like that seems very breaking the ambience but #I have a feeling that theres some way to make that work #then fucking it up from giggling too much #I need to be very sad to write this!!!! to get into it #so I'll leave it just that

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runecel · 3 months

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Dear @jigen-papa

I Runecel/Celerine/ @lossinicognito (I know save the applause, I have 3 identities and a secret 4th if I should ever reveal that one haha!) am your giftee for the @dcmk-exchange ! Now I know what you are thinking.

Apologies for my random disappearance, I wasn’t sure how to reply to you in rythmatic format but I genuinely adored how you played along and I loved your poem it was so good!?

ALSO WHERE THE FUDGE IS MA BOI HEIJI!?!?

And to that I say!

This was supposed to originally be a multi chapter fic however! I didn't want to go beyond the deadline and may never know when the second chapter is completed so I at least wanted to make something for you before I go into the deep end haha.

Here is the ao3 version of the fanfic: https://archive.org/works/5321279

And I hope ya have an amazing day now without further a due!

Sonoko’s Confrontation With Love

The first time a conversation about phones and Shinichi was brought up resulting in the incarceration of one idiotic teenage detective occurred on a bright, and sunny day of which Sonoko was internally screaming in her thoughts. To say that Shinichi’s umpteeth attempt to disappear in the night like a tuxedo mask would ever be what caused Sonoko’s life to become so stressful would be the understatement of the century. That incident was the cherry on top of an amazing ice cream at best and a footnote on the most awful (but irresistible) trial exam book at worst, no. What made Sonoko’s life so stressful, in her opinion, would just be Shinichi’s entire existence.

"Sonoko, stop being so dramatic,” is probably what her best friend would say. Well, Ran, the most beautiful being to ever god damn exist on this planet. Have you ever stopped to consider that this is KUDO SHINICHI THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT?

“I know you don’t mean it.” Yes, Ran, she 100% means it, and it’s going to stay that way if Ran doesn’t shut up about the next murder case Shinichi finds himself in because the last murder case already was in Tropical Land and he solved it within an hour.

“It was 3 hours, Sonoko.” 3 HOUR HER BUT! At the end of the day, she knows he can finish quicker because THIS IS KUDO SHINICHI THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT!

Hhe could easily solve that case if he wanted to, and he has a very amazing reason to do so as well! What gives him the right to leave such a beautiful lady like Ran towards her lonesomeness anyway? Anyone with eyes could snatch that beautiful angel away, taking her to high-budget cinema movie date and make out under the moonlight as Ran talks about how she successfully whooped another person in the ass. Heck, Sonoko could easily do it as well if she wanted two!

"Sonoko.” She bets it would be Sxhinichi’s as well! Imagine him coming back; ah, he would probably do one of those overly basic apologies that you would see in those romantic comedies that’s supposed to make the situation lighten up.

What will lighten up is his vision when Sonoko decided to beat the ever-loving daylight out of him.

“Sonoko” Then again, it’s much better if Ran was the one to do it with Sonoko at her side, punch him right in the gut as they both stare down at Shinichi’s rotting body before leaving him there.

Ran would hold her hand as they both could only gaze at the horizon, unsure of what their new-found freedom would hold but smiling, knowing it would be better.

“Sonoko!”

‘Rotten husband he is’ Sonoko thinks towards herself as she places herself amongst a poorly cushioned couch, he does nothing but torment the two. He would have been dead if Ran hadn’t want to marry him, and oh god; she’d probably go easy on him and then say something amongst the lines of.

‘Just don’t do it again,’ she would say to that bastard . It was probably best if Sonoko was the one to beat him up, teach him a lesson.

“Sonoko!” The imagining of Ran’s voice, an angelic choir with a acidic tinge reminiscent of those badass scenes in movies where the hot main character is holding a cool sword of which Sonoko would swoon for their rescue.

Yeah no Ran’s doing the beating. How could Sonoko not allow it with a voice like that? Heck, her presence is so strong that Sonoko might as well look like a fool by responding to her when she’s not even here.

“Yes Ran-chan?~” Sonoko's cheekish response becomes further more evident as she manoeuvres herself to be able to see behind her in expectation to see no one to respond to her.

“Don’t Ran-chan me!” Only to see the angel herself placing her hands on her hips with eyes ablaze as if she just witnessed a war crime. Sonoko would gladly be the one under that gaze under certain circumstances but sadly, today wasn’t one of them.

“I told you we shouldn’t have come, you were just recovering from illness!” Ran harshly protested leaning towards Sonoko's forehead to determine her current temperature.

Foreheads touching, Sonoko couldn’t help but stare with awe at the concerned look she was given by Ran whose deep lilac eyes could only stare at her with worry. Placing her hand amongst Ran’s silken hair, she give her head a few pets before flinging herself back onto the couch

“I’m fine Ran!” Sonoko exclaimed, dragging Ran down with her as Ran is placed by her side, head nestling on her shoulder in an attempt to look at something of which barely interests Sonoko.

It was probably the diary of which Sonoko was writing in with her internal Shinichi rants and her growing progress of becoming not sick.It was true that Sonoko was recovering but that doesn’t mean that Sonoko was unable to not stay at her house to fully recover. Wait, she's not at her house. . where is she?

Reclining alongside the couch she quickly paces herself up once more to scan the area of which with dread, she realised was not her room nor her couch. The wooden bench is decorated strongly amongst the grovery of nature surrounding her as she finds herself amidst a small crowd of people bustling around what seems to be a mall.

Shops were aligned quaintly organised as a staircase can be spotted signalling the entrance towards the cinema. Remembering the diary note she had entered, she quickly backtracked her memories towards her previous conversation with Ran about changing towards a different movie due to the movie (of which Sonoko had desperately wanted to watch) sharing too many themes with her disappeared beloved.

“So that’s why I was thinking about your husband,” Sonoko's dull groan filled the air, having finished her daily imaginary rant about Shinichi as she looked once more towards the movie selection on her pamphlet.

They had recently decided to go on a movie date due to the brat’s group of friends wanting to watch that new Kamen Yaiba they kept yapping about. Whilst the kids themselves tend to be left alone without surveillance, the group’s recent expedition resulted in a hostage situation and well. . .

A concerned parent will do what a concern does, resulting in the wife of Shinichi taking charge and declaring that she will be the one to take care of the kids in the meantime.

“Not my husband,” Ran countered, having now taken the pamphlet completely away from Sonoko to point at one of the movies that caught her interest.

“Stupid husband, I don’t feel like watching that one” Sonoko grumbled as she kicked her feet amongst the concrete floor before continuing her thought process.

It honestly would make sense why Sonoko had thought she was in the confinement of her luxurious room. Normally those imaginary rants are within the compounds of her room, feels safer there where she can ignore those thoughts of someone reading her thoughts and betraying Shinichi’s status amongst the media. She might hate the man but that doesn’t mean she wants to ruin his damned life, he already does enough of that.

‘How about this one? ' Sonoko pointed, notioning towards another romance movie of which she also wanted to watch but would have preferred to watch it at home.

“Is it possible if we pick something else?” Ran commented, eyeing on the watch on her wrist with great interest of which intrigued the confused Sonoko. “Preferably something under 2 hours”

‘Why’s that?” Sonoko queried, placing her slender arm amongst Ran’s broad shoulders in an attempt to see if there was anything else the queen herself couldn’t see.

“The movie is too long and if I don’t make it on time I won’t be able to strangle the person you just wanted to kill” Ran pointed, booping the shocked Sonoko on the nose as the confused female can only reboot.

“I said that out loud?”

“You don’t say stuff out loud?”

“RAN!” Sonoko puffed out, dragging out one of Ran’s hands as she quickly met Sonoko's forehead resulting in the two girls' foreheads to once more be touching.

“Just teasing,” Like the sun on a summer’s day, there was something truly intoxicating about Ran’s mischievous grin, the way just like her voice it is unexpected of when she will attack and thus Sonoko had a tendency to forget how cheeky Ran could be.

It would be like standing outside for too long, only to find out how immensely damaged you got from the sun resulting in the person going to the hospital and now they have skin cancer. . . ok that was a bit much.

Sonoko noted as she finally noticed the way Ran’s finger slowly pointed towards one of the movie suggestions.

To say Sonoko was unimpressed would be the opposite of an overstatement.

It was a movie adaption of both of her childhood’s friends' favourite tv series with both the mystery to appeal towards Shinichi and poetry to charm Ran. Sonoko could only nod along with disappointment, the poetry was nice but the audience wouldn’t hold a candle to the romance movie Sonoko had suggested. Goodbye potential love interests and hot men she could have sawn through watching the movie.

Hello nightmares of Shinichi staring like the shinigami himself, forcing Sonoko to listen more about his obsession with Sherlock. Don’t get Sonoko wrong, she two has raved towards Shinichi about her favourite obsessions (specifically romance) but to get that compared to a crime scene from one of his favourite books was not always a pleasant experience.

“Why can’t you just message him? I’m sure he can bother to read messages” Sonoko argued, sliding among a line of people waiting to buy a movie ticket.

“Well Sonoko, let me just grab my phone” Ran proclaimed, mimicking the movement of grabbing a phone out of her pocketed dress to only appear empty handed. “If memory serves me correctly I had lost my phone at an aquarium of which I told you about”

“You did?” Was now the best time for Sonoko’s memories to flunk on her now? Sonoko had specifically asked if she could be the one to gift her a phone with Ran responding it was Shinichi’s punishment. Like he’ll find a good phone for her.

“Also. . .” Ran stops in the middle of her explanation, face dreary in what Sonoko could only assume was another excuse for Shinichi making a dumb move.

“Also?”

“He hasn’t been calling me through his phone number” Ran ushered out, hands fiddling with her skirt as she silently looks down before continuing “ I don’t think he can even use it”

To say Sonoko didn’t know this information was a shock, she did and totally didn’t assume that Shinichi was blocking her for the 100th time whilst not recognising the fact she was the one to block him first resulting in an apology for her end.

“I’m sorry what?” Sonoko stuttered, thoughts completely emptied from this revelation of which she responded by turning towards Ran amidst the line of people that really wanted to watch a movie.

“It’s because of the-”

“Case! Case! I know, it’s always about cases with that man,” Sonoko angrily expressed, when was it not about a case in Shinichi’s eyes?

The cashier could only stare at them in complete tiredness when Sonoko had boldly asked two tickets before dragging Ran by the arm to a seated area inside the other side of the cinema lobby.

The cinema lobby itself luckily had a restaurant section for people like Sonoko and Ran to earth and wait for the perfect opportunity to head inside the cinema viewing when the timing is right. The movie wouldn’t start in a couple of minutes which gives more time for Sonoko to converse with Ran about the idiot at hand.

“One day he’s going to get himself into trouble and I’m not even sure if we can be there to help” silence can only be pursued as Sonoko couldn’t help but bite her tongue on what she just suggested.

“I had a dream about him” Ran stuttered out, barely containing her stress for those who know her as her quivering hands imply.

“Oh honey,” Sonoko expressed in sympathy like she had done so every time similar moments were to occur like today.

The truth was he had, very much so. Sonoko would have nightmares and at some point she questions whether those stories were fake or real due to how much trouble that murder magnet finds himself in. It was so simple when they were younger, when Shinichi wasn’t purely trusted by the police and thus wasn’t sent out on cases.

It would be a couple of minutes until the ad roll comes into play.

“Don’t worry about it Ran! He’ll be fine!” Sonoko assured, placing her hand towards Ran’s quivering one in reassurance.

“Are we even sure? He can’t even use his phone!”

“He probably lost it!”

“He doesn’t normally take cases this long Sono-” Ran cuts herself off in a mid-stutter as though she was contemplating on the next words she was about to say. - “He’s our age, why is he taking cases like this?”

“Because we befriended a murder magnet,” Sonoko sighed having one more relayed what she had always said towards the downturned Ran in need.

How can’t he see how amazing she is, truely. The girl’s stressing out about him and where is he? Probably nowhere for all they could know. He could really use someone to tell him- wait a minute.

“When’s the phone call?” Sonoko queried, body stiffened in anticipation upon what Ran could say in desperate hope.

“8:15pm” A whisper of a response from Ran was all Sonoko needed, eyes concentrated on the motivation. Sonoko could only speak from what she could gather from her chest.

It might not have been the best of speeches, but Sonoko could not just stand there as she watches her best friend shrivel up like this as if some random boy isn’t ruining her life..

Honestly it might have been the best speech Sonoko has performed since her poetry recital.

“We are going to watch that movie!”

“Sonoko-” A finger placed amongst her lips was all Ran needed before Sonoko could continue her amazing speech.

“-Hush darling, I’m speaking.” Sonoko notions towards the trouble Ran as her breathing slowly shortens enough for Sonoko to continue talking

“We are going to have fun,” Sonoko declares, standing proudly as her first part of her speech was completed. Poking at her best friend as she continues along. “WE are going to receive a call by that murder magnet at 8:15pm of which you will hear my yells of torment on how he could leave such a beautiful maid alone”

“Sonoko!-”

“- of which I will declare my love to you and we shall get married at sunset!” Sonoko finished with a flick of her wrist to allow Ran to softly rest on the palm of her hands.

“I’m not that beautiful,” Ran splutters, giving Sonoko an annoyed grin as though Ran has insulted her first hand.

Someone please remind Sonoko to reprimand Shinichi for not calling Ran cute, cause clearly Sonoko’s displays of admiration are not getting through Ran’s thick skull but then again. Neither did their upper classmate’s recreation of Shinichi’s speech give any hints so what does Ran know about density?

“No complaints from you, have you seen how the brat looks at you?” No seriously has Ran ever seen how the brat looked at Ran?

“He’s just a kid Sonoko!” Ran counters, somewhat disgruntled by the suggestion but from the tone of her relaxed voice to how rested she appears. Sonoko could honestly just take it as a win.

“Yeah, if you say a teenager possessing a brat is a brat then maybe I will believe you.” His mind could be much older at times, Sonoko noted, reminiscing the times of which one could see Conan at his most vulnerable.

Heck it was just recently when Sonoko noticed the way Conan looked at Ran when the two groups departed that afternoon. The face of sulken defeat as he quickly covers it in hopes of something good happening in the future. Sonoko should know, she bears that face on a daily basis.

“Sonoko!” The choir of laughter erupts from the pair as if a damn finally crashing amongst its weight.

Ran’s laugh was special, Ran herself was special and whilst Sonoko’s appearance is weak and someone who is unable to protect her. Sonoko does know one thing.

“Now what are we going to do Ran-chan?” Sonoko

“Have fun?”

“Have fun!” Sonoko confirmed, squishing the cheeks much to Ran’s dismay as she drags the poor girl into the cinema booth.

At the end of the day, Sonoko was there for support whether it be enabling or wingman in dating. Just like the day of which the first met underneath the sakura blossoms Sonoko associates with Ran, Sonoko will be there for Ran no matter what.

The movie was. . . fine. Deductions were never her interest and flowery poetry that was not about romance was definitely something that did not intrigued Sonoko. If given the opportunity to stay at home or to be at the cinema to waste money on a boring movie then Sonoko would pick the former.

But it was for Ran, Sonoko reminded herself, resting upon the chair as she reclined herself upon Ran’s shoulder. A faint cherry blossom smell could be noticed by Sonoko, a reminder of Ran’s as Sonoko slowly feels the sleep of her eyes settle more.

The movie was halfway over when she had noticed a small child enter the cinema booth unnoticed by most watching including Ran, too focused on the movie to bother noticing people entering and leaving. The child, reminiscent of another child Sonoko knew, quickly looked both ways before pocketing the glasses of which he was not using.

The child places himself on the chair with the dignity of someone about to die as Sonoko notices the pure paranoia emanating from the child as he once more scans the area of which no danger was present. Had Sonoko been awake a bit more she would have recognised the child whom she kept in prolonged contact with someone not of the brat but a childhood friend.

Their eyes glanced at each other but Sonoko was too tired to stay awake, too tired to notice when she had left the cinema or the conversation of which she held with Shinichi via phone, Sonoko’s phone no less. Not noticing the promises or unhinged way of how he talked but what she did notice however. Was the faint echo of her voice being heard when she goes outside of the cinema to notice the same brat with a bowtie clutched onto his hands speaking in the same manner of which Shinichi was speaking.

Sonoko knows her feelings, she knows how to see others such as the brat’s despair written across his face similar to that of a certain detective keeping face or a martial champion trying to focus on others before herself. She knows Shinichi’s feelings, the man of which Ran was talking to shared the same love of which Sonoko shared towards Ran, one day they will talk alone about these feelings but today was not today

Leaving the area and resting with Ran amongst their bed was comfortable as finally, sleep finally takes over Sonoko.

#dcmk #kudo shinichi #detco #shinran #Sonoran #angst #idk why I just sprinkled it in #detective Conan #dcmk-exchange

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vladdyissues · 4 months

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I really want to read your fanfics but AO3 is blocked in my country 😥 It's so sad!

Somehow Fanfiction.net is still available. I know it is too much to ask but if you ever decide to create an account on Fanfiction.net, please, let us know 👉🏻👈🏻

I actually have a Fanfiction.net account since 2002*, but I haven't used it in quite some time. AO3 is where I post all my fanfiction these days**, mainly because they would not be allowed on FFN for their ratings and explicit content. Both of the Danny Phantom fanfics I currently have on AO3 would not be allowed on FFN.

* I was around for both of the Fanfiction.net NC-17 purges and was able to avoid having some of my explicit stories deleted by simply changing the rating. Not the best practice; I now try to avoid doing stuff like that out of deference for my readers. I don't want anyone to get shocked by something that isn't properly tagged, rated or warned.

** Until last summer, I maintained a personal fanfiction archive using eFiction software on my own server, which would be accessible to everyone. However, the software expired and is no longer compatible with my latest version of PHP, so I had to shut it down. I'd been running it since 2004.

There is some good news, though! I downloaded my DP fanfics from AO3 and posted them on my Neocities account:

It's not the same as browsing AO3, but it's the best solution I can offer for now. Maybe I'll start downloading and posting all my fiction there. Let me know if you have any difficulty accessing Neocities, anon.

Additional:

I'm not sure if it's lawful in your country, but it might be possible for you to use a VPN to access AO3. I don't know if this is an option for you in your situation, or what devices you're using, but Mozilla Firefox is the best browser for privacy, and you can download an extension for a free VPN. I use a different type of service for my VPN, so I can't offer personal recommendations, but I invite anyone reading this to chime in with any tips or recs they may have.

#asks #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfiction.net #neocities #vpn #blocked sites #maybe this will be incentive for me to work on my neocities site #everyone should get a neocities page it's fun!#i'd love to see an old school DP fandom network sprout up there

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trashyswitch · 11 months

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Luigi's Secret

Chapter 7: Hashtag Tickle Fic

Luigi was ready to unwind after a long day. He pulls out his phone, ready to read some tickle fics. But Mario's brotherly antics end up revealing a huge secret Luigi had managed to keep for so long...How will Mario react?!

Here it is...the moment you've all been waiting for...😉

After a long day of work and the occasional tease from his brother, Luigi was ready to just flop into bed and read for a while. He just…didn’t feel like dealing with anymore distractions today. Plus, he had noticed that his favorite writer had uploaded another fanfiction right as his shift had ended, and he was just aching to read it. And now was finally that time.

Luigi jumped into bed and pulled out his phone, opening up Tumblr and seeing the new fanfiction that was uploaded 4 hours ago.

[A Predictable Friendship by TrashySwitch]

But…then he remembered that he forgot to read the other previous fanfic uploaded by her. So, he opened up AO3, and clicked the fanfic name underneath the friendship fanfic:

[Go Home, Will! by TrashySwitch]

Luigi read the hashtags one by one, and bit his lip as he hesitated to click the title. He was nervous that the fanfiction was just going to bring his lee mood right back to where it was earlier this morning… Because unfortunately (or fortunately) for him, these fanfics always seemed to do that to him. Everytime Luigi would read a fanfiction, he would end up in those awful lee moods…and they could only be solved by either reading fanfictions while daydreaming, or by actually being tickled. And the latter option was something that could only happen if he worked up the courage to ask. So…Luigi made due with the former option.

Luigi finally clicked the title and let the phone load up the fanfic. When it was loaded up, Luigi scrolled down and started to read the summary:

[William is refusing to go home from work, due to being slammed with so much paperwork. But Henry is having none of it. So he pulls an inconvenient prank on his buddy in an attempt to get him away from the work desk. And it works! Well...kinda.]

Luigi chuckled to himself with a big smile on his face as he read through the beginning of the fanfic. The chances of this fanfic writer actually writing about something realistic that he completely understands…is incredible. Everybody who works a day job would know what it’s like to have that one employee that stays a few minutes past punch out! And…if he were to be honest, the word ‘inconvenient’ was a huge understatement. It gets really annoying…especially when you really wanna go home, but can’t yet because of someone else.

Luigi kept reading through the fanfic, rather enjoying the playful banter these two characters had. And then one of the employees stealing the phone cord?! That’s so evil! That’s the equivalent of stealing a painter’s paintbrushes! Or a plumbers’ pliers! How does one do their work without that?!

And then the chase scene that resulted from the prank…He knew where this fanfic was going ever since reading the dialogue “COME AND GET IT, LOSER!”. These fanfics usually went the same way, but had different ways of getting there, which always ended up surprising Luigi.

[William widened his eyes in horror. “aAAAH-” He yelled before squeezing them shut. “OHNO-” William blurted out, hissing as he brought his arms against his sides to cover up his armpits.

“How long can Willy the crybaby handle being tickled?” Henry asked confidently.

“H-HENRYHYHY-” William’s wobbly smile grew wider as he quickly lost control of himself. “DAHAHA! DAMMIHIHIHIT!” William laughed, finally dropping to his knees. “WAHAIT- *snort* HEHEHEHENRYYYY!” William laughed, even letting out a snor-]

“You and those stories, I tell ya.” Someone said in front of him, taking his phone right out of his hands.

Luigi widened his eyes and reached up to grab his phone. “NO! I’m just getting to the best part!” Luigi yelled, growing anxious.

OH NOOO! NOT NOW! WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE THIS?!

Mario moved the phone away from his brother’s hands. “What’s it about this time?” Mario asked, scrolling down slightly.

OH GOD.

“NOTHINGJUSTGIVEIT-” Luigi shouted, attempting to tackle his brother down and get his damn phone back.

“Haha! I’d like to see you try.” Mario teased as he scrolled down a slight bit more.

Luigi tried to prevent himself from screeching as he started to sweat from how anxious he was. No nO NOO! The last time Mario stole his phone, he had been at the beginning of the fanfic, where it looked like a normal story! And that was already too close to the reveal! But THIS TIME?! He was RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TICKLE SCENE! IF MARIO READS HIS PHONE EVEN A SMALL BIT, THEN-THEN…

“Geez- Why are you being so dramatic?!” Mario yelled.

“JUSTPLEASE-” Luigi begged helplessly.

“Please what? Please read it to you?” Mario asked.

Luigi gasped in horror. “NO!” Luigi shouted.

“Ooooh! Okay! I’d love to read it to you!” Mario teased with a smirk before scrolling up slightly. “Now what word did you last end on?” Mario asked.

Luigi was practically praying he could just melt into a puddle on the spot and sink into the floor. This CANNOT BE HAPPENING. HE HAD TO DO SOMETHING!

“Da da da- William dropped the shoe and-”

Luigi quickly started skittering his fingers in Mario’s armpit, hoping and praying this would get the man to drop his phone. Mario guffawed and doubled over, attempting to trap his hand in his armpit. “HEHEhehey! Yohou think that’s reheheally gonna stohohop mehehe?” Mario asked, a small wobbly smile developing on his face.

Luigi started blushing right away. God, even seeing Mario being tickled could quickly put him into a lee mood. It’s SO NOT FAIR!

Mario took this little moment of a pause, to start reading the fanfic out loud. “William dropped the shoe and…Uh…” Mario’s face started to change. His words trailed off as he attempted to read the fanfiction on his own.

[“Come here, you!” William pulled his foot underneath Will’s armpit and trapped the ankle in his armpit almost like a chokehold. Then, he started skittering his fingers on Henry’s vulnerable arch.

“eeEEEHEHEHEHAHAhahahaha! WAHAHAhahahahait nohoHOHOHOhoho!” Henry yelled-]

“Hee…he he- How do you even-” Mario attempted to read it outloud, but was really struggling.

“OHgodno-” Luigi reacted behind him, his voice wobbling and cracking.

“How do you even read this?!” Mario asked, letting out a laugh before continuing to read it to himself.

[“Lehehet me gohohohohoho!” He begged-]

“What…” Mario turned around to look at Luigi. “Is…this William guy supposed to be tickling Henry?” Mario asked.

Luigi squeaked as he felt his face go more red from both hearing the word, AND hearing the tiny explanation of the fanfiction.

Mario couldn’t help the small smile that was on his face. “And just to clarify, this is supposed to be laughter?” Mario asked, pointing to the dialogue he had just read.

Luigi only whined in response. He was hoping and praying this was just an awful nightmare he could wake up from…But he wasn’t waking up no matter how much he pinched his own leg. Mario knew…Mario had found out, and now he was going to NEVER let him live this down!

Mario chuckled and scrolled up to the top of the story. “Go Home, Will!…by TrashySwitch…” Mario read. “What is a TrashySwitch?” Mario asked. “Is her switch console so broken that she had to name her profile after it?” Mario asked with a laugh.

Luigi whined and covered his face with his hands. This can’t be happening. This CAN’T BE HAPPENING! PLEEEASE LET THIS BE A STUPID DREAM! PLEEEEASE!

“Hashtag it’s the working life for me, hashtag childish Henry Emily, hashtag childish William Afton slash Dave Miller, hashtag bad parent William Afton slash Dave Miller, hashtag only a small bit tho- This is just fanfiction!” Mario reacted.

Luigi whined and groaned, shifting his feet that were currently under the covers.

Mario widened his eyes and looked at Luigi with shock, before bursting out laughing. “YOU READ FANFICTIONS?!” Mario shouted, laughing again. “I THOUGHT YOU READ SHORT STORIES?!” Mario reacted.

Luigi let out a long, painful groan. He knew this was only the beginning of the end for himself. This was going to be the first of millions of teases specifically about this, that will leave Mario’s mouth.

Mario raised an eyebrow as he looked back at the hashtags. “Hashtag pranks and practical jokes, hashtag…tickle…fic-”

Mario heard yet another whine leave his brother’s mouth. Unfortunately, that whine would only confirm everything. Luigi was not only reading fanfiction…He was reading fanfiction specifically about tickling. “W-Wait…” Mario said, scrolling down a bit more and reading through bits of the story really quickly.

[“WhahahahAHAHAHAT?!” Henry reacted, squealing as the tickling doubled for him.

“You heard me.” William replied. “Did you want to be tickled?” William asked as he moved his fingers up to the top sole of his foot.

“WHOHOHO TOHOHOLD YOHOHOU THAHAT?!” Henry asked.]

Mario blinked. “Did…Did this Henry guy just admit to wanting to be tickled?” Mario asked.

Luigi whined and mumbled something.

Mario raised an eyebrow. “You’re gonna have to speak up, or remove your hands from your face. I can’t understand you at all right now.” Mario said, attempting to grab Luigi’s hand. But Luigi’s hands were so tight against his face at the moment. Mario tilted his head, filled with enough confusion to last a lifetime. He clicked the name of the writer, and watched as it opened up to the profile. He hoped that the profile would help fill in some dots. Mario took a moment to look at the profile picture, before looking at the dashboard.

“Hi there! I’m TrashySwitch! You can call me T.S, or Pocket if you want to.” Mario started to read out loud.

WaiT- WHAT?!

“NonononoNONO-” Luigi reacted, getting up and reaching out for his phone. “PLEASESTOP!” Luigi begged.

Mario pulled the phone back, keeping it out of Luigi’s reach. “Nuh uh!” Mario started pushing Luigi down by his chest with his hand. “You can’t just take the phone and not fill in all the details.” Mario reacted. “So you can either let me read this, or fill in the details yourself.” Mario told him. Luigi stared at him with shock and fear. Those were his choices?! Either explain everything himself, or let Mario read it?! Luigi stuttered for a few moments, before reaching down and grabbing the comforter, covering himself with it as fast as he could.

Mario chuckled at the overdramatic reaction before continuing to read the profile description. “I’m a touch starved switch who is 70% Ler, 30% Lee. And I spend my time entertaining the moods by doing one of my passions: Writing fan-fiction! I am an SFW (Straight Fuckin' Water! XD) writer who mostly writes fluff and the occasional angst/comfort.” Mario read outloud.

Luigi let out another audible whine. No no no no no…Please stop…Pleeeease stop…

“Wait…‘mostly writes fluff’…” Mario looked at the blanket, and grew the biggest smile on his face when he heard a whine from Luigi. “Oh my god- these tickling fanfictions are actually the fluffy stories you’ve been reading.” Mario reacted. “These are the stories that make your face light up so much!” Mario reacted, laughing a bit.

Luigi shuffled around under the blanket, and groaned. Great…Now he knows…HE FREAKING KNOWS NOW. ALL BECAUSE HE LET HIS GUARD DOWN ONE SINGLE TIME-

“So Ticklefic…Tickle fanfiction?” Mario asked aloud. “Fanfictions specifically about tickling?”

Luigi squeaked and wiggled his socked feet helplessly.

Mario smiled a slight bit. The man then put the phone down and attempted to pull the blanket off Luigi. “Okay, you have a lot of explaining to do.” Mario told him.

Luigi squeaked and gripped the blanket harder, absolutely refusing to let Mario rip it off him. “NonononoNO!” Luigi yelled, terrified to show his disgraceful face to his brother.

“What’s a lee? What’s a LER?! What is a SWITCH?!” Mario reacted. “Who is this ‘TrashySwitch’ person? And why is this person writing fanfictions with tickle fights as the theme?!” Mario asked. “Do you know them?!”

Luigi groaned and attempted to kick Mario with his feet still under the covers. “Leheheave me ALONE!” Luigi yelled, pulling the cover off his own face so he could breathe cold air.

Mario dropped his jaw as he saw how red his brother was. And this wasn’t the same embarrassed color of redness that occurred earlier today, or in the past week…this was double, almost triple the embarrassment!

This was full-on humiliation!

Luigi whined and covered himself with his blanket yet again, already feeling silently judged by his brother. He was both whining, and giggling all at the same time. It was…both hilarious, and…almost sad to see…

Mario began to feel really bad for pushing Luigi to the breaking point. But…

Mario gently placed the phone right near the comforter opening. Luigi reached his hand out, grabbed it, and pulled it in under the blanket. Mario couldn’t help the little laugh that left his own mouth just from seeing that. He looked like a vampire getting his blade, or Golem getting his precious ring.

Mario then grabbed the comforter and went under the covers with Luigi. Luigi squeaked and covered his face shallowly with his hands so he didn’t have to look at Mario face-to-face. Mario only smiled and tried to think of how to continue this conversation. “So…” Mario started with a small smirk.

Luigi shook his head. “Don’tsayit…pleasedon’t…” Luigi muttered.

Mario raised an eyebrow. “Lee?” Mario said.

Luigi squeaked, whining and giggling at the same time.

“Ler?” Mario said next.

Luigi whined amidst his giggles, now kicking his feet lightly.

“TrashySwitch?” Mario asked.

Luigi visibly tensed up as he waited for the inevitable to happen…

“...Tickle?” Mario asked.

Luigi squeaked as his giggles went up another level, and turned himself around so his back was towards his evil brother.

Mario’s smirk only widened as he finally got the reaction he was looking for. “...Tickle tickle.” Mario started to smile somewhat evilly.

“MARIOSHUHUHUSH.” Luigi whined, turning back around to face Mario and pushing his shoulder.

“Ohoh my gosh, I’ve never seen you this embarrassed before!” Mario reacted. “Just the word tickle can make you react like this?!” Mario asked.

“N-No-”

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Mario teased.

Luigi shrieked and covered his face again, accidentally letting out a snort.

“Holy merda…Is this what a lee mood is?!” Mario asked.

Luigi snorted as he nodded his head. “Yeheheah.”

“How long has this been going on?!” Mario asked.

Luigi groaned and very slowly uncovered his face. “A year and a hahahalf…” Luigi admitted.

Mario dropped his jaw. “A YEAR AND A-” “I KNOW, SHUTUP!” Luigi yelled, covering his face again.

Mario bursted out laughing at him, absolutely loving this new fact. “This person has been writing tickle-themed fanfictions for a year and a half?!” Mario asked.

Luigi widened his eyes and slowly opened his phone. On AO3, he looked at the join day. “...Shehehehe hahad been for 3 and a half years…” Luigi admitted.

“HOLY-” Mario dropped his jaw. “HOW MANY ARE THERE?!” Mario asked.

Luigi whined and giggled helplessly. “Uhuhuhhhh…” He looked at the ‘Works’ area. “377…” Luigi admitted.

“Three hundred and seventy seven?!” Mario reacted. “That’s- THAT’S-” Mario attempted to do math in his head. There are 365 days in a year…730 days in two years…and 1095 days in 3 years.” Mario said. “So…Type this in the calculator.” Mario thought for a moment. “1095 divided by 377.” Mario said.

Luigi bit his lip and put it into the calculator on his phone. “She…uploaded a fanfic every 2.9 days.” Luigi told him.

“THAT’S INSANE!” Mario shouted.

“I KNOW!” Luigi yelled back, a small smile on his face.

Mario chuckled awkwardly as he tried to wrap his head around this new thing. “So…People like tickling so much that they write stories about it?!” Mario reacted. “And…my brother of all people, has been reading these stories a couple feet away from me without a second thought, for a year and a half now?!” Mario added.

Luigi looked at Mario, before looking down again.

Mario began to remember the little area that he read from the story.

[“You heard me.” William replied. “Did you want to be tickled?” William asked as he moved his fingers up to the top sole of his foot.

“WHOHOHO TOHOHOLD YOHOHOU THAHAT?!” Henry asked.]

Mario started to think out loud. “If she’s writing tickling fanfictions because she enjoys it…and you’re reading it…” Mario suddenly gasped and widened his eyes, before looking at Luigi. “Then does this mean you enjoy being tickled too?” Mario asked, smirking.

Luigi widened his eyes and groaned.

“So you read these tickle fanfictions because…you want it to happen?” Mario asked.

Luigi whined a slight bit…before nodding his head.

Mario stared at Luigi for a moment…before quickly thinking back to what happened earlier that week. “So…when Peach was tickling me and she threatened to tickle you if you tried to save me…” Mario started to explain.

Luigi looked down, smiling slightly as he scratched the back of his own head. “Uhhhhh…”

“You weren’t actually scared of her threat, because…you like it? And wanted it to happen?” Mario clarified.

Luigi groaned and started giggling in embarrassment all over again. “Mahahahaybeheheee…” Luigi mumbled.

Mario raised his eyebrows, before going back to thinking. “Okay…and when you went from ‘confident tickle monster’ to not even being able to say the word…was that real?! Were you actually struggling to say the word?!” Mario asked.

Luigi squealed and covered his mouth.

“Oho my god!” Mario reacted. “And…And when you used to annoy Dad so he would become the tickle monster…you actually enjoyed that?!” Mario asked.

Luigi paused for a moment and began to think. He wasn’t really able to remember his own thought process when he was doing that. Truth was, he didn’t even remember doing such a thing. But…now it made sense that he would.

“Ihihi guehess sohohoho.” Luigi replied awkwardly.

Mario widened his eyes. “Holy- That’s crazy!” Mario reacted. “So not only do you like it when people tickle you, you also love when people tease you!” Mario clarified.

Luigi whined a slight bit…before nodding his head. “But…only people I t-trust.” Luigi added.

Mario quickly kicked the blanket off the two of them, scaring Luigi in the process. Mario then pulled Luigi into his arms. “Then what are we even waiting for?!” Mario declared, drilling into his hips.

“eeEEEEEEEK!” Luigi screeched, grabbing Mario’s wrists as he howled with newfound laughter. He knew Mario was going to react. He knew it was going to either make or break his relationship with his brother. But…telling him actually rewarded him with tickles?! AND TICKLES TO THE HIPS OF ALL THINGS?!

If that was the case, then WHY DIDN’T HE TELL MARIO SOONER?! This was FANTASTIC! TICKLE ME! TICKLE ME ALL YOU WANT, MARIO! DO IT LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!

“Oh!” Mario tweaked his sides occasionally in the middle of tickling his hips. “And don’t think that just because you’re being tickled, you’re done talking. This conversation is far from over.” Mario declared.

……..Ohno…..

#luigi's secret #embarrassing #confession #flustered #the poor green bean #help this man #ticklefic #ler!mario #lee!luigi

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brokeitwiththepowerofmathamatics · 5 months

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Fanfic - Desynced: Chapter 4

(Ao3 Here) (FF.net here)

Tucker waved at Danny as he approached him in the park. He’d rather have met at a fast food place, but Sam had shut that down quick. Of course, Danny didn’t see him.Danny was too busy frowning at something on his phone, so Tucker added a shout as well, “Hey man!” Danny’s head whipped up and turned to face Tucker. Tucker stopped walking for a second as he took in what he was seeing. Danny seemed to recognize something was wrong and ducked his head and turned away. His hand slowly reached up before stopping a foot away from the side of his head.

Tucker shook himself out of it, before forcing a smile on his face. He quickly sidestepped a man wearing overalls and was standing in the center of the pathway and jogged up to Danny. “Yo,” he said, sliding into the picnic table. He tried to feign as much nonchalance as he could in the action. He thought he was pretty smooth about it, but Danny just frowned harder.

Tucker chewed on his lip as Danny weakly waved at him, but he didn’t say anything else. Tucker glanced at Danny’s open lunch box and smiled when he saw the plastic ziplock bag in it. The only content left in it was a few crumbs of a sandwich, probably a ham and cheese.

Sam might have been trying to turn them both into vegan nut jobs, but at least Danny was still seeing reason.

He slammed down a bag from the best fast food place in town, the Nasty Burger, and leaned over the table. Tucker wasn’t ever really the tactful one, that was Sam’s thing. So, he addressed the elephant in the park the best way he knew how. “Sick head trauma, dude.”

Danny laughed despite himself and rolled his eyes. “Thanks man.” He eyed the bag on the table and sighed. “Sam’s gonna flip.”

“Sam can deal,” Tucker snipped. He immediately regretted it when he saw Danny flinch, but he was already tired of this vegan thing Sam had going on. He was fine with it at first, Sam hadn’t been pushing him to change, but then she went and took away the beef stroganoff. That wasn’t cool. Sam wanted to be a vegan, fine, she could make mistakes.

But making him change was crossing the line.

He tore open the bag and pulled out two nasty melts, double juicy lucy patties with slices of cheese, mayo, ketchup and mustard with bacon. He slid one over to Danny. “Here dude, I got one for you too.” Danny blinked as Tucker waved it towards him. “Come on, what Sam doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

Danny shot Tucker an unamused look, but grabbed it anyways, opening it up almost as fast as Tucker. “She’s gonna see the bag.”

It took a lot of Tucker’s effort to not let his frustration show. He didn’t understand why Danny was so bothered by this. Sam was taking away his food too! It was stupid. Things were going great. Everyone was fine. Nothing needed to change.

And then Sam started doing this thing…

“She can deal,” Tucker said, rolling his eyes. Okay, so he didn’t keep his frustration completely in check. He was human, sue him. He took a bite into the cheesy, gooey mess, before frowning. “Aw, dude, I asked for no pickles.”

“A vegetable isn’t gonna kill you.”

“It might! I might get e-coli or one of those brain eating worms!” Danny glowered at Tucker, but any threat he had was lost in the grease that was dripping down his face. “I’m serious! That’s real! Look it up!”

“I’d rather not, I got enough going on right now.”

“Anyways,” Tucker said, going back to what he really wanted to get to. “Sam isn’t gonna die if we eat meat.” Danny looked like he was about to say something, but Tucker cut him off. “So, what’s the story with the head wound? Cut yourself trying to trim your hair into a style Sam’d drool over?”

“Ha. Ha.” Danny said with no inflection. He huffed and took another bite. He pulled the burger away and stared at the tasty meat for a while. “No, it’s… you know how school’s shut down right?”

“Yeah, something about renovations? The email they sent out didn’t say much..”

Danny took a bite and shook his head. “Nah,” he said with his mouth full. He chewed a couple more times and swallowed before continuing. “I mean, yeah, they’re gonna renovate stuff, but it’s because some kind of monster attacked.”

Tucker raised an eyebrow. “A monster… seriously?”

Danny pointed to the wound on his head. “Do you see this? Do you think I’m joking.”

Tucker leaned back. “You know dude? Yeah, I do.” Danny dropped his hand to the table and Tucker continued. “Look, alright, I know you’re saying magic is real, and though I haven’t seen anything other than that candle trick, I’m gonna go out on a limb and believe you. Ghosts? Okay, that’s starting to push it. But now you’re telling me there’s monsters out there? Is bigfoot really just low res in real life and that’s why we can’t get a good picture of him?”

Danny opened his mouth to respond, but then he looked past Tucker. “Can we help you?”

Tucker turned around to see that man he had stepped past earlier had approached them. Now that he wasn’t focused on Danny, he saw that the man looked strangely pale, and his eyes looked like they were bulging.

“Box…” The man whispered.

Tucker scooted away from the crazy man. “What?” he asked, glancing at Danny for help, who was slowly standing up.

“Box!” The man shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. “BoxBoxBoxBOX!” Tucker at this point was jumping away from the table, when he heard a sickening crack. His eyes widened when the man’s arm snapped in half in the middle of his forearm, making an almost ninety degree bend.

And that was just the start.

The cracking continued, and the man’s leg snapped back, popping out of his hip and twisting until his heel was by his ear. His head then began to shake back and forth until his neck snapped and his head twisted and fell off his neck. Tucker could see a part of his spine poking up from the skin of his neck.

The process continued with his other leg snapping up in front. He should have fallen, but instead he floated there in the air in front of them. His lower half snapped backwards, right into the middle of his stomach. Then it happened again, this time, vertically. Then he was folded in half again. This repeated over and over like someone was folding a piece of paper.

Tucker watched this all happen. His eyes were seeing it, but his mind was not comprehending it. It felt like he was watching a movie. It was just too unbelievable. His mind went blank as he tried to process what was happening, but the sounds of the body breaking in front of him were too sharp and crisp for him to think that this was anything but real.

This.. thing… folded over and over in front of them. Bones and flesh were crushed and pulverized until all that was left was a box with a human face on it.

The cube fell to the ground. The quiet thump felt comical compared to the horrific crunching sounds that had been ringing in Tucker’s ears. The box quivered and shook until an arm snaked out of the box and started to pull itself along the ground and then up onto the table.

The arm reached into Danny’s lunch box, and flung everything that was in it out onto the table, before finally pulling itself into the box, grabbing the lid, and sealing itself shut.

Danny calmly reached over, and locked his lunch box.

“Dude,” Tucker began, his tongue felt thick in his mouth. “What the hell?”

“Well what was I supposed to do?” Danny shouted.

***

Danny looked up as Sam was approaching, fortunately from his good side. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw her. He and Tucker had spent the last 30 minutes in silence and it had long past the moment that the silence had been uncomfortable. Tucker didn’t even finish his burger. The grease in it had begun to cool and congeal back into fat, which given his recent experiences was really unappetizing.

Thankfully he had finished his burger before that happened to his.

Sam sat down and looked at Tucker’s burger. Her eyes narrowed, and a grimace smeared across her face. “You know those things are gonna give you a heart attack someday.”

Tucker didn’t respond. He just sat there, elbows on the picnic table and his hands pressed together in front of his face as if he was praying. For all Danny knew, he might have been.

Sam looked between the two before turning back to Tucker and sitting next to Danny. “What’s wrong?”

“Monsters are real,” Tucker stated. He didn’t open his eyes or shift at all.

Sam turned toward Danny “What? What are you… Danny, why is your lunch box duct taped closed?”

“Monsters are real.” Tucker repeated.

At that point, the box rattled and jumped over the table. Danny slapped his hand down on the box and held it in place for a minute before it calmed down. He huffed and pulled his hand away. The box rattled in place before a very quiet, and muffled, contented sound came out of it. “Boooooox…”

“What on earth? Do you guys have an animal trapped in there?”

Tucker shook his head just slightly. “Monsters are real…”

Danny turned toward Sam to explain, as much as one could explain something like this. But before he could even begin Sam gasped and reared back. “Danny!” She said behind her hands covering her mouth, “What happened to you?”

Danny sighed and rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, uh, so after school yesterday. I was going to do my labs with Mr. Falluca, but then we heard a sound. We went to investigate, and it turned out to be this…” Danny paused, as he realized that Sam would probably NOT want to hear that the monster was made out of meat. “Giant blob monster thing…” Sam didn’t react to that news at all, instead her gaze was focused solely on the side of his head. “It attacked us. That’s why school is canceled for a while.”

Sam gently pulled her hand away from her mouth and gently reached out toward Danny. Danny tried not to react as he felt her fingers press against his face, before pushing through it. It felt like she was pressing through his skin and bone. Her fingers were piercing him and pushing all the things that made him him aside.

Before her fingers made contact with the side of his head, gently stroking the side of his head. He could feel her fingernails gently caressing the area below the giant wound. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Danny hated this.

He didn’t get it. He knew that Sam wasn’t being completely truthful. He didn’t know why. It had been bothering him ever since Sam had started going vegan. There was something inside him that twisted every time she said she had a problem with meat. It hurt. It was like something inside his chest was tearing.

But he had no clue why this was happening.

“I’m okay, Sam, it’s just a flesh wound. It’s gonna heal up pretty soon.”

Sam smiled softly, in a way that didn’t quite feel right. The way her cheeks lifted up and crowded her eyes made him think she was just shy of crying. She pulled her hand away from his face and he felt her hand start pulling itself out of his body. She held her fingers up to cover up the wound. “You know, it’s a good look on you.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah… yeah it is.”

“Monsters are real…” Tucker repeated. Sam jerked back, the action making Danny gasp as he felt her hand rip its way through his other face. Tucker finally put his hands back down on the table and opened his eyes. “Magic is real, and monsters are real. But instead of getting hippogriffs or invisible horses, it’s monsters straight out of Call of Cthulhu…Wait... are werewolves real?"

Danny gave Tucker an unamused glare. "I've seen your deviant art, I don't know, and I'm not gonna help you of all people find out."

"Fuuuuuckkk…” Tucker groaned as he slammed his head into the table, "Then there are no upsides to this, are there?" The impact of his face against the wood made the lunch box rattle and start off another instance of the creature inside freaking out. Danny slammed his hand on top of the box before giving Sam an apologetic smile.

“Do I want to know what’s in there?”

“No,” Danny and Tucker said at the same time. Danny let out a slow breath as Tucker sat back up. Tucker closed his eyes and shook his head, the action reminded Danny of a dog trying to shake off water. It was like Tucker was trying to let everything that happened today just roll off him so he could go back to normal.

Which meant he picked up his burger and started eating again.

“Ugh, do you really need to?” Sam lamented. She twisted away, and Danny felt that tearing feeling coming back in his gut. He watched her face twist as if she were about to vomit.

Tucker on the other hand started chewing loudly. “Yes, Sam, I need to. I’m hungry.” The feeling inside Danny got stronger as Tucker continued to chew. He swallowed and then continued. “Mmhmm. Good old bacon and cheese. A perfect combination if there ever was one.”

“Stop, Tucker!” Sam shouted.

“No. I’m not going to!” Tucker shouted back. “Look, Sam,” he continued at a much more reasonable volume, “You can make whatever decisions you want, but the line stops at me. You don’t get to make me change. I don’t want to change. I want us to all keep being friends but you’re pushing this vegan thing on me, and I don’t like it.”

The twisting feeling reached a peak, Danny felt like his entire insides were being cracked open, and ice was pouring out. As Danny tried to hold onto his own countenance, Tucker turned toward him. “Danny, back me up on this!”

Danny grimaced and looked at Sam. Sam wasn’t looking at Danny or Tucker. Her gaze was focused on the ground behind Danny. On one hand, Danny agreed with Tucker, but on the other hand…

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong, and Danny didn’t know what it was. Sam’s vehement anti-meat stance didn’t feel like a whim or a decision made lightly. There was something there. He didn’t understand anything that was going on with Sam. She wasn’t explaining her sudden shift.

But he knew that meat, of any kind, was causing her some sort of pain.

“I think…” Danny began, and he could see Tucker’s face begin to fall. “That it’s easy for us to eat before hanging out with Sam.”

“Dude!�� Tucker shouted. “Come on! I know you like burgers as much as me! Come on man, she’s taking it too far!”

Sam jumped up from the table and ran away. Danny jumped to try and follow her, but out of the three of them, Sam was the fastest. (There was a reason why he couldn’t outrun a sentient wad of meat after all) He didn’t even get two steps before he realized it was a lost cause. He groaned and turned toward Tucker.

“Dude…” Danny began.

“Don’t dude me!” Tucker said, throwing his arms wide. A chunk of cheese, or maybe it was fat, flew off into the grass. “I’m right!”

“I know, I know-”

“Nah, man, forget it.” Tucker said, getting up. “I get it, she’s her and I’m me. Of course you’re gonna side with her.” Danny tried to get a word in edgewise, but Tucker turned around and started walking away. “You go calm her down or whatever… I’ll see you later.”

Danny stared at Tucker’s back as he walked away. His insides felt like they were being torn apart. His veins filled with ice, and his skin felt clammy and loose. His breathing began to quicken, and even though there was no sound at all, it felt like the world was too loud and-

The box on the table rattled.

Danny’s gaze snapped toward the box. That creature was the reason why they were arguing right now. Danny and Tucker could have easily finished eating before Sam had gotten there. It was its fault.

Danny reached out and grabbed the box. Only, he didn't. His hand was a foot away from the box. But he could feel the metal underneath his fingers, the roughness of the tape that they had used to close it compared to the smoothness of the metal. It was like he was holding it in his hand.

Danny lifted his empty hand, and the box rose up with it.

Danny roared and threw the box. He watched it arc across the park before impacting against the building that housed the park’s toilets. The box landed on the ground, with the lid bent slightly open. The creature inside slipped out from the crack, and then scuttled off into the woods.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that…” Danny muttered to himself. He definitely should have given that to his parents instead.

“Hell of a throw there, kid.”

“JESUS CHRIST!” Danny shouted, jumping away from the man who had spoken right next to him. The man stood out quite a bit, wearing a long trench coat. “You scared the crap out of me…” Danny looked him up and down as the man looked at him with an amused smile. “Did you see…”

“I heard you yell and saw that lunch box sailing through the air, that got a lot of air time. Your football team must be proud.”

Danny rubbed the back of his head. It seemed like he hadn’t quite seen the part where Danny wasn’t actually holding onto the box “I… uh… don’t actually play any sports.”

“Good, Casper’s sport teams are fucking stupid.”

Danny looked him over again, on closer inspection, even though he had a bit of goatee going on, it was faint enough that he didn’t quite seem that old. In fact, Danny couldn’t quite tell what side of 18 he was on. “I… don’t recognize you from Casper?” Danny started.

The man huffed. “Yeah, it’s called dropping out for a reason.” He held out a hand. “Name’s Johnny.”

“Danny,” he offered back, taking Johnny’s hand in his and shaking it. “Sorry about the yelling, it’s just…”

When Danny didn’t continue, Johnny raised an eyebrow. “This have something to do with the cute goth chick that I saw running out of the park?”

Danny groaned. “Yeah, she and my other friend got in a fight and-”

“You’re caught in the middle defending your girl or the one who’s in the right… I’ve been there.”

“She’s not my girl.”

“Ah, my bad. Well, good news is then, you don’t have to just side with her. If she was your girl, I’d have told you to just agree with her next time. Makes your life a whoooole lot better if your girl is happy with you.” Johnny hummed looking Danny in the eye. “You wanna talk about what’s bothering ya?”

Danny looked up to the sky and sighed. “Nah, no offense to you or anything but…”

“You need a moment or two to process it yourself?” Danny’s head snapped back to Johnny and Johnny chuckled. “My girl’s a self described empath, I’ve picked up a couple uh.. what’d she call it again? Emotion intelligence? Emotional? Whatever. Point is, like I said, been there.” Johnny said, waving goodbye. “Anyways, Imma let you keep throwing boxes. See you around kid.”

Danny waved goodbye himself and he started walking over to his lunch box. He picked the thing up and…

He wasn’t using his hands.

In fact, he hadn’t been using his entire body for the last few minutes. He had been on autopilot for a bit there and that was when it was nearly impossible for him to remember which was his body and what wasn’t.

Johnny had looked him in his eyes.

He was looking above Danny’s head, and into the eyes of his other face. Hell, Danny couldn't even be sure if he had shook Johnny’s hand with his real hand or this ghostly one.

Danny turned around to look for Johnny. He saw him get on a motorcycle before racing off. The engine roar echoed across the park, loud enough that it almost felt like it was coming from inside his head. Johnny raced out of the parking lot long before Danny could even think to wave him back down.

Danny swallowed as another thought entered his head.

Why did looking at Johnny with the wrong face feel so natural?

#ectoimplosion2023 #danny phantom #fanfic #dp #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #johnny 13 #box ghost #gore #body horror #cw: gore #cw: body horror #Hazafic

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phoebenpiperx · 6 months

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Emotional Support

an HSMTMTS fanfic

Summary: Today of all days, Natalie needs her emotional support hamster.

And the LAST person she needs to help her search is Carlos!!!

(a missing scene from s1, informed by s4...and surprisingly completely canon!)

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(read it on ao3 instead)

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Natalie was spiraling! The one time when she desperately NEEDED emotional support, and Elliot was nowhere to be found!

And it was almost time for rehearsal to start! Dammit!

But clearly Elliot wasn’t up here in the theatre anywhere, so she might as well move her search down to the bomb shelter.

Descending the spiral staircase to the rehearsal room, she heard a voice below her discussing dance.

And not just ANY voice!

HIS voice!

The boy responsible for her foul mood!

Though it wasn’t EXACTLY his fault! In fact, she wasn’t sure he was even aware that Seb was falling for him.

Seb certainly hadn’t been—that boy was TOTALLY clueless!—which was why she’d had to take matters into her own hands today.

But she wasn’t exactly happy about it!

In fact, she was quite upset...which was precisely why she needed Elliot!

Her mood must have been obvious because the moment Gina caught sight of her on the stairs, the dancer exclaimed, “Natalie! You okay?”

“No!” she immediately snapped, hurriedly wiping away the tear that had dared escape down her cheek.

However, she waited until she had reached the bottom of the staircase before declaring, “I...I just broke up with my boyfriend!”

The two dancers both gasped and hurried over.

“OMG, Natalie—I’m so sorry,” Gina said, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Carlos reached out to do the same, but Natalie ducked away from his touch, snapping, “Don’t!” The last thing she needed right now was to be comforted by the boy responsible for her break-up!

“Sorry!” Carlos pulled his hand back, clearly offended by her rejection, before declaring, “I didn’t even know you HAD a boyfriend.”

“Seriously?!” The boy was even more clueless than Seb!

And that was saying a lot!

Seb, at least, was a sweetie, the perfect Hufflepuff to her Slytherin. It was why they made such a great couple.

Or at least they had!

“I need to find Elliot!” Natalie practically shouted, giving a frustrated sigh.

“Elliot?” Gina inquired.

Apparently, she was clueless, too.

Dancers! The jocks of the theatre world!

“Elliot!” Natalie snapped, shaking the empty shoebox in their faces for emphasis. “My emotional support hamster?”

Carlos leaned away, making a face. “You have an emotional support hamster?”

“Hello, where have you BEEN, Carlos?! I’ve brought him to like every rehearsal!”

Carlos shrugged. “Where have YOU been?” he asked, raising a shady eyebrow. “You’re hardly ever AT rehearsal.”

“Hey, it’s not MY fault I have a weakened immune system!”

In fact, it was kind of Seb’s.

Because ever since she’d caught mono from him last December, she always seemed to be getting sick!

Why couldn’t he have just given her chocolates for Christmas?

Gina quickly took a mediating step between the two warring factions, suggesting, “Why don’t we just start looking for the hamster? Are you sure he’s in here?”

Natalie shrugged. She really had no clue where he could have gotten to, but the bomb shelter seemed as good a place as any to look.

Voices were suddenly heard out in the hallway, and Natalie and the others turned towards the open door.

There was Seb, walking towards the rehearsal room, cheerfully chatting with Ashlyn. It was weird—he fit in so well with the other drama kids, it was almost as if he’d done shows with them last year!

Gina, however, was already rushing across the rehearsal stage towards the door.

“Sorry, guys,” she told those approaching from the other side, “you can’t come in here right now. We need to help Natalie look for her emotional support hamster, and it’s probably best if we close this door so it doesn’t get out.”

“Do you need—?” Seb’s voice was heard briefly before the closing door shut him off.

Good. The last thing Natalie needed was her ex helping her search while absently giving moony glances towards Carlos...

who apparently was going to be NO help with the search himself because he was nervously staring at the floor and shuffling his feet, clearly afraid Elliot was going to sneak up and bite his toe.

Natalie kind of wished he would!

Luckily, Gina took control, calling across the room, “Natalie, you start searching there by the staircase, I’ll take the far corner, and Carlos, just...get out your phone flashlight and check under the stage.”

Natalie was used to giving the orders, not taking them, but Gina’s plan seemed reasonable. As she turned and started searching the area she’d been assigned, Natalie realized there weren’t many places a hamster could hide in this corner...unless he’d somehow crawled into the camel.

Why did they even HAVE that camel?!

After checking under the piano and bench where Seb would soon be sitting—no doubt sharing shy smiles with Carlos like he did at every rehearsal—Natalie joined Gina across the room, searching under the risers, through the stacks of chairs, and behind the assorted painted flats. It wasn’t until she had looked past the sink and noticed the ventilated storage lockers that she remembered: the last time she’d seen Elliot was at gym!

Of course! She always needed emotional support before P.E.!

So Elliot must be there! Phew!

She was about to open her mouth and announce her sudden epiphany when she noticed that Carlos had reached her end of the room and was now lying on the floor, mere inches away, shining his flashlight underneath the raised stage.

She knew it wasn’t really his fault.

But...

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!”

Ordinarily, the high-pitched scream would’ve given Natalie a migraine, but right now the sound was like music to her ears.

However, she did her best to hide her smile by frantically apologizing, “I’m so sorry, Carlos. I didn’t even see you there.”

That was one thing about Seb—he had never mastered the art of lying.

But she had.

In fact, she was damn good at it!

Because clearly neither Gina nor Carlos suspected a thing.

“Are you okay?” the other girl asked, rushing over to the heartbreaker himself and helping him sit up on the raised platform.

“I’ll be fine,” he whined before sarcastically commenting, “I didn’t need that toe for rehearsal today anyway.”

However, he didn’t even bother taking off his hightop to check it, so Natalie was certain she hadn’t done any real damage.

Too bad!

Gina then turned to the other girl, saying, “I’m sorry, Natalie, I just don’t see where else your hamster could be in here.”

Natalie nodded her head sadly—she may be a techie, but she knew how to act, too.

Which was why they totally bought it when, a moment later, she suddenly gasped, exclaiming, “I just remembered—he must be in my gym locker!”

Gina nodded, giving a relieved sigh. “Then you’d better go check.”

Carlos stood and headed for the door—sadly not even limping—as he informed Natalie, “I think we’ll just go ahead and start rehearsal without you.”

Natalie nodded. That would actually be good.

Because even though she’d been the one to break things off with Seb, she didn’t exactly want to spend the next two hours trapped in a room with him and the boy he liked.

Correction: the boy she’d just stepped on!

As Carlos opened the door for her, Natalie couldn’t help but glance at the others waiting in the hallway, her eyes naturally coming to rest momentarily on the angelic face of her ex. He gave her a hopeful smile and an inquiring look, but she put up her hand to stop him before he spoke, mumbling, “I need a moment,” before scurrying away, heading for the gym.

Her plan was to go straight there to pick up Elliot...and then take her own sweet time coming back to rehearsal.

After all, they could surely survive yet another partial rehearsal without her.

And she could surely survive seeing her ex again...as long as she had Elliot with her for emotional support!

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THE END

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#hsmtmts #hsmtmts fanfic #seblos fanfic #or more like the end of sebalie #rewatching s1 i got inspired by natalie stepping on carlos's toe #that scream will now always make me smile!

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sebastiansgaycousin · 1 year

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I like a request of ravenclaw fem Reader and Sebastián with Ominis trap in a tomb and after getting chased by the inferi.

Sebastian and the Reader had to guide Ominis to the hallway filled with traps since which was stressful for the two of them. He manage to get to safety

I didn't know if you wanted it to be romantic, so I took the liberty of making it a Seb x Ominis fanfic, written through the Ravenclaw's perspective :)

Contains a spoiler for Sebastian's questline, although it's one sentence!

I hope it's to your liking! Can also be read on my Ao3

Absolute madness - Sebastian x Ominis (+ Platonic!Ravenclaw!Female!Reader)

Disturbing the graveyard had been a bad idea from the start. The Ravenclaw girl knew it from the start, but when Sebastian Sallow had his mind on something there would be no way to change his mind. So, she sighed and asked Ominis to join them so they could both make sure their friend got out unscathed. As a result, they were now running from inferi.

“Over there!” She yelled, pointing at a tomb door that was cracked open ever so slightly. With a flick of her wand, the door opened and the three of them ran inside. Another flick of her wand caused the door to close, barely in time as there was one inferius who got the heavy door slammed shut in its face. She took a second to take a breather, eyes desperately trying to adjust to the darkness.

“Lumos,” she whispered, causing the tip of her wand to glow. She looked around to look at her friends. Ominis was leaning against a wall, bent over as he tried to catch his breath. Sebastian sat on the floor, also out of breath. “Everyone okay?” She asked her friends, looking around for a way out. There was only a path that led down and away from the door. Probably for the better. She couldn’t help but feel curious as to what the path was leading towards. Both Slytherin boys made a noise to signal that they were okay.

“Note to self; don’t go to any graveyards ever again,” Sebastian said while getting up again. He dusted off his trousers and robe. The girl smirked.

“It’s almost as if you have two friends who told you not to do it.”

“And yet, you’re still here with me.”

“Cut it out, you two. There’s a time and a place for jokes and it’s not right now,” Ominis intervened, probably for the best. The Ravenclaw knew they’d keep making remarks to each other until one of them caved. Which didn’t happen quickly nor often. Her eyes scanned the room, but were pulled in by the pathway. Something stirred in her stomach as she squinted in distrust.

“The only way out is through there,” she said.

“I figured as much.” Sebastian walked towards the pathway. He almost took a step onto the cobblestone floor, but his friend stopped him. He frowned as his brown eyes found hers. “What are you-?”

“I read about tombs like these in some books. They’re usually filled to the brim with traps,” she explained whilst she picked up a pebble. She threw it into the darkness of the hallway. The sound of stone on stone echoed back towards the trio, followed by the whistle of arrows ricocheting off the walls. Sebastian swallowed nervously. The girl shot him another I told you so glare.

“How barbaric and honestly, quite primitive,” Ominis commented. Sebastian chuckled a bit too loud at his friend. This made the Ravenclaw raise a brow, at which Sebastian blushed and shrugged. She knew of Sebastian’s terrible crush on his oldest friend and had been trying to get them to confess to each other. She knew Ominis was crushing just as hard on Sebastian, but they were too dumb to see the other’s feelings. To be frank, they both weren’t very obvious about it unless you knew them personally, but Sebastian was the one to crack the most around Ominis. Laughing a little too hard at Ominis’ jokes was one of those cracks in Sebastian’s behaviour that made it obvious to anyone with ears that they were deeply enamoured with each other.

With a sigh, she pointed her wand at the doorway. There was a handy system in place that would make a boulder come down if anyone stepped through the doorway. The boulder was round too, so besides the arrows flying at you, you’d be chased by a gigantic stone that could certainly crush you. “Lumos maxima,” she mumbled, lighting up the rest of the hallway. It was not a long hallway by any means. She could see the back, with a ladder now clearly in view at the other side. “I think we can make it by simply running.” She concluded, turning towards her friends again.

Sebastian gawked at her with his brown eyes. “Are you out of your mind?” He asked, clearly surprised and a bit offended by the suggestion. “We’re going to be killed for sure!”

“Hey, I’ve heard this before. Something something unforgivable curse to open a door in a certain scriptorium one Sebastian Sallow suggested we visit?” She sneered back, a bit sick of how hypocritical her friend was. Sebastian groaned.

“I’ll do it. But someone will have to guide me, as we can’t risk that I run into a wall,” Ominis said, determination clear as day on his face. The girl smiled a little bit at this. Oh Ominis, always the voice of reason of the three of them.

“Ominis, this is madness!”

“Oh please, you’re not one to talk about madness,” Ominis suddenly grabbed Sebastian’s hand with a small smile. “You should guide me, with our friend in front of us guiding the way.” The red that took over most of Sebastian’s face was incredible. If only Ominis could see how hard he was blushing, the girl thought to herself with a smug smirk. That was another one of Sebastian’s cracking points; physical touch. Which also didn’t happen often, as Ominis usually refrained from touching anyone at all.

“Fine, fine,” Sebastian caved. He squeezed Ominis’ hand and nodded towards the Ravenclaw. She nodded back.

“On three?” Sebastian asked.

“On three.” She repeated affirmatively. “One… Two… Three!”

The three of them ran through the hallway as fast as they could. The girl squealed when she heard the boulder fall down and roll after the three of them. Fortunately for her, she reached the recess with the ladder in no time. She started climbing up, not looking back to see if the boulder would crush her friends.

It obviously didn’t, as she heard the boys climb up the steel ladder as soon as she had made space. The boulder came to a halt with a loud bang against the stone. A lid was what was between the three of them and the outside world. She threw herself to the ground and made an inhuman happy sound. She turned on her back to look at the stars with a big smile on her face. Then, she looked up to watch her friends. Just in time, as Sebastian went in for a hug. Ominis had different plans, as he crushed his lips against Sebastian’s. The Ravenclaw girl blushed and looked away, giving them privacy.

“I’m so glad we made it out alive and unharmed,” She heard Ominis whisper after a little while. Sebastian made a noise that sounded like he agreed.

“Mhm…”

Her eyes crossed the duo again and she smiled softly at how her friends finally kissed, even if she found it awkward that she was there to witness it. Oh well. She could use it as a story for their future kids. “Uhm, boys, I’m glad you guys are finally confessing, but I feel like it’d be more appropriate if you’d do it in private, away from my eyes,” She got up and tucked her wand away in her robe. “You guys are too sweet, it’s disgusting. Congratulations, though.”

Sebastian smiled and looked at Ominis.

“Can’t believe it took a giant boulder for us to fess up.”

“Your head is kind of like a giant boulder.”

“Hey!” Sebastian pouted jokingly. “Ominis, she’s being mean…”

“You kind of deserve it for keeping me waiting for this long,” Ominis let go of Sebastian but took his hand again. “But she’s right. We should go back to school, as I have multiple thoughts in my head that I want to do. None of them involve standing around with prying eyes, all of them involve your lips and mine.”

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt x sebastian sallow #Ominis Gaunt & reader #Sebastian sallow & reader #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy #leon writes hogwarts legacy #request

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dottielovegood · 2 years

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Shadowsinger [erotic audio for women, nsfw]

(Elriel fanfic. Chapter 1)

Read here on AO3

Summary: Azriel does audio porn. Elain is a big fan.

(Disclaimer: No, this is not an audio fic)

Content warning: sexual content and dirty talk.

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Elain threw her bag on the floor as soon as she entered her apartment. It had been a shit day and an even shittier week. She had worked full days for the past six days since two of her coworkers were sick and she was completely exhausted. And on top of that, she only had two days to finish the assignment for her business class. The assignment she hadn’t even started. She knew she should have turned down some of the shifts at the coffee shop but she really needed the money and, as the people pleaser she was, she didn’t want to let her co-workers down.

But now here she was, in desperate need of rest but too jacked up on coffee to be able to actually sleep. She thought about starting the assignment but she knew very well that she would have to delete everything tomorrow anyway since she never worked very well after 9.30 PM, and that was 30 minutes ago.

Elain let out a breath and walked to the refrigerator. She wasn’t hungry, but maybe she could pass the time by eating something? Unfortunately, she hadn’t had time to do her weekly grocery shopping, so the only things she had were a half full carton of milk, some eggs, juice and a sad looking broccoli. She wasn’t exactly craving any of it. She shut the refrigerator door again, looking around her apartment for anything to do that could help her sleep.

Watch TV?

No, she knew that it would take her at least 25 minutes to find something to watch, and when she started watching something, she always had to finish at least one episode. She couldn’t commit to that right now.

Read a book?

No, she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on any sort of text right now.

She pulled out her phone from her back pocket. Maybe some mindless scrolling?

Or maybe she could…

No. No, she shouldn’t.

But as soon as the thought entered her head, it was the only thing she could think about. Just imagining it made her press her thighs together to relieve the ache that started building there from just the thought of it.

The thought of him.

If you asked any of her friends, they would tell you that Elain most definitely didn’t watch porn.

She was too much of a prude and too innocent. And maybe they were correct - she wouldn’t watch porn. She had tried it once or twice but she couldn’t make it past the first 30 seconds without thinking about the objectification of the female body. And then she started thinking about that documentary she had watched once about how porn can ruin the way people enjoy sex. And the other documentary about how young girls are groomed into porn.

And then she had to turn it off, feeling disgusted by herself.

But then one night a few weeks ago, she overheard two customers talking about audio porn. Just the fact that these two girls talked about porn so openly had made Elain blush. Elain made a show of wiping down the already clean counter just to appear busy, but actually, she was intrigued. And curious. She couldn’t really wrap her mind around the concept of audio porn. Was is just the sounds of people having sex? How could that be arousing?

But one of the women said that she probably had one of her best orgasms ever after listening to a certain audio and Elain had been single and horny for months now (to be fair, she had been horny for years since her ex, Graysen, couldn’t pleasure her at all), so that night, Elain put her phone on incognito mode, and searched for audio porn. She hadn’t known what to expect, but she certainly hadn’t expected to find out that there were multiple apps for audio porn. She also realized that you could find it on regular porn sites, and on reddit of all places (but then again, you can find most things on reddit, she thought to herself).

Elain didn’t really know where to start but since she didn’t want to support the big porn sites, she felt that an app might be better. And maybe it was fate, but one of the apps had a 30 day trial for new members. Her finger hovered over the install button for a few seconds. Was she really contemplating downloading a porn app? What on earth would her friends and sisters say if they found out? Would they make fun of her?

Probably.

But, would they ever find out? What were the odds of them going through her phone? Absolutely zero.

There was no way anyone would find out unless she actually told them. Moreover, this was just her researching something she was curious about. She would delete the app in just a few minutes anyway. She just needed to know what it was. There was absolutely no other reason. And she knew that she wouldn’t like it. She detested porn. This would probably be just as horrible. But still, she needed to know.

So she downloaded The Night Court app, fully intending on deleting it after listening to one or two audios.

That had been weeks ago.

The app was still on Elain’s phone.

All because of him.

To be fair, the first audio she had listened to had indeed made her want to delete the app. She had just clicked the first link she had found and been prepared to hear two people have sex. She just thought that audio porn was regular porn but without the visual stimulation.

She couldn’t have been more wrong. This kind of porn was definitely more of the interactive kind where the listener played a role in the fantasy. Elain had promised herself to listen to three minutes before turning it off, and exactly at the three minute mark, that’s what she did. First of all, the voice of the male actor did nothing to her. His voice was soft and teasing, but not in a good way. And the southern lilt to his voice wasn’t her cup of tea either. But the thing that really made her dislike it was the fact that he called himself daddy.

Elain had never been one to kink-shame, mainly because she liked to pretend as if she knew nothing about kink. Sure, her sex life had never been anywhere close to kinky, but the books she sometimes read begged to tell a different story. She had, however, never enjoyed daddy kink. So when the voice actor said “I think it’s time for daddy to punish his little baby”, Elain cringed and stopped listening. It was definitely not for her.

But she decided to give it one more go. After all, it couldn’t be called research if she didn’t listen to at least one more audio. She scrolled through the different categories until she found something that didn’t sound too horrible. She stayed away from anything with the words daddy, baby girl and kitten. She also scrolled past anything about pain, punishment and degradation.

And thank god she did. Because after a good ten minutes of scrolling, she found him.

Shadowsinger.

The man with a voice soft as velvet and dark as shadows. He made her body sing in ways she had never imagined possible. And she had no idea who he was, which was part of the thrill. He could be anyone. He could be an ugly dude living in his mother’s basement, though Elain doubted it. With a voice like that, she reasoned, he had to be hot. In her mind, he was definitely hot. In her mind, he looked like all the dark haired love interests she had read about in her romance novels.

After just listening to him for a minute, Elain knew that she would be paying for this app for quite some time.

And here she was, weeks later and still craving his sensual voice and dirty words. Elain had never imagined that she liked dirty talk, but god had she been wrong. When done right, it was the hottest thing imaginable.

And tonight, Elain really needed someone to just take the edge off so she could sleep.

Phone in hand, she made her way to her bedroom. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs before getting under her duvet. She still felt too exposed to touch herself without being covered. She reached for her headphones on the nightstand and swiped on her phone until she found the app that she had strategically placed in a folder called “health and fitness”. Nobody would ever think that she hid her porn there.

In her favorites folder, there was only one name; Shadowsinger Audio.

She clicked on his name, which brought her to his library. So far, she had listened to eight of his works. She was a bit embarrassed when she thought about the fact that she regularly consumed porn, but she felt a bit better knowing that this man willingly posted his audios to this app. She found the audio she was looking for; one of his guided mastubation sessions. He had made quite a few and they were Elain’s favorites. She didn’t really like the ones that involved too much roleplay since they didn’t feel very authentic. Some of them were okay though, especially the ones with a good story.

This one was called “making my good girl feel good after a long day”, which was exactly what she needed.

She made herself comfortable in bed and pressed play.

“You’ve had quite the day today, haven’t you?” the smooth voice asked, sending tingles down her spine in an instant. She nodded, even though there was no one to see her respond to the question.

“I know. You really do work too much. Do you need me to make you feel better?”

She nodded again and put the phone down beside her.

“I wish I could be there with you,” he said. “I wish I could feel your soft skin, but since I’m so far away we will have to make do.”

Elain closed her eyes and tried to relax into his voice. Every single time, she was almost surprised by how it made her insides melt. His voice was like whiskey and honey, smokey and sweet all at the same time.

“First, I need you to undress for me. Can you do that?”

There was a pause and Elain reached for the hem of her top and pulled it off her body. Then she reached back and unclasped her bra. Her nipples were already hard. She was just about to undress fully when he said, “keep your panties on though. I want to see how wet we can make them before I let you touch yourself properly.”

Elain let out a little whine at the command. She felt silly yet aroused. This man could make her feel things no other man could. And he wasn’t even real. He was just someone who recorded porn for a living. It didn’t matter though. This was exactly what she needed.

“Good girl,” he purred. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

The praise sent shivers down her entire body. A soft ache had settled between her legs.

“Now, I want you to run your right hand up your stomach, over your ribs and just gently touch the outside of your breast.”

Elain did as she was told.

“I want you to softly caress your chest and then I want you to touch your breast with just your fingertips. But don’t touch your nipple yet.”

Elain let her fingers explore her soft skin. Slowly, she drew circles around her nipple, making sure not to touch it even though she ached to do so.

“Good. Now, do the exact same thing with your other hand.”

Breathing slowly, Elain let her left hand mirror her right hand. Her nipples were hard and aching, desperate to be touched.

“Fuck, you look so good like this. I bet you are so desperate for more right now. If I was there, I would straddle your hips and take one of your nipples in my mouth, letting my tongue play with it while my hand cupped your other breast. I bet you would taste so sweet. But since I’m not there, you will have to help me. I need you to slowly and gently touch those pretty nipples,”

Elain let out a breath and let her fingertips draw smaller and smaller circles until she could tug her nipples gently between her fingers. I felt so good. She imagined her handsome stranger straddling her, just like he said he would. In her imagination, he was faceless, but it didn’t matter. She just needed to imagine the weight of his body and his hands on her skin. She imagined that his hands would be bigger, rougher. She imagined his head on her chest, his warm mouth teasing her nipple. A small moan escaped her lips.

“Such a sweet girl for me,” he murmured, his voice even deeper than before. “That feels good, doesn’t it? Are you imagining me on top of you? Because I am thinking of having you underneath me. Pinning you down with my hips. You would be able to feel just how hard you make me.”

And yes, she was imagining just that.

“Now, let your hand travel lower. Caress your soft stomach. God, just thinking of how soft you feel is driving me crazy.”

Elain had never particularly liked her stomach. It was indeed soft, and she usually joked that you could tell that she liked pasta and cinnamon buns from just looking at her. But when this man told her that her softness was attractive, she believed him. She felt beautiful. She let her hands stroke down her sides and then across her stomach, just under her belly button.

“If I was there, I would kiss every inch of you. I would lick and bite and nip, unable to control myself. And I know you would like that. You would be begging me for more,” he chuckled. “Always so impatient. But I would take my time. I would make you beg.”

I whimper escaped her lips at those words. She would definitely beg this man for more if he was here. If he was real. She was already getting wet and they had just gotten started.

“You would be so desperate for me to kiss you, but I wouldn’t. I would want you all needy and wet. All worked up. Because that’s what you need, isn’t it? You need me to take your mind off everything else in your life.”

Elain nodded, mouthing the word, ‘yes’.

“You need me,” he growled. “Say it. Tell me how much you need me. How much you want this.”

Elain hesitated for a second, but then whispered, “I need you” into the darkness.

He chuckled again. “I know, sweetheart. So fucking needy.” She could hear him let out a long breath. “Now, I want you to stroke your hips and your thighs. Feel how soft you are. Imagine my strong hands touching you everywhere.”

Elain moved her hands over her hips, down to her thighs. She squeezed, imagining a pair of rough hands on her. She let her thumbs stroke the inside of her thighs. She was so warm, so hot. She knew that she was wet already.

As if he could read her mind, he asked, “you’re wet already, aren’t you? Always so wet and eager for me.”

And once again, Elain whimpered ‘yes’, as if he could hear her answer.

“You need to have your pussy touched, don’t you? You’re aching so badly.” There was a teasing tone to his voice that drove Elain mad. If he had been there with her, she would have told him to stop playing. To stop teasing her like this.

“Since I’m so nice, I’ll give you what you need.”

She almost wanted to thank him.

“You can use one finger and feel just how wet we have managed to get those pretty panties of yours.”

Elain almost snorted. Her panties were definitely not pretty. They were full coverage, gray cotton. And they said “Tuesday” even though it was most definitely Friday. But she didn’t think of her underwear for long because she had been given directions. Elain let her middle finger stroke between her thighs, feeling just how damp the fabric was. He was just about to move the finger up to where she needed it most when he said, “I didn’t tell you to touch your clit.”

Elain let out a frustrated groan but kept her finger over her entrance. Luckily, no one was here to witness the fact that she got even wetter when he told her off like that.

“I know,” he cooed, “I know that you want my fingers on you right there. You want my fingers and my mouth and my cock, don’t you? God, I wish I could taste you. I bet you taste as sweet as honey. I could stay between your legs all fucking day. Wouldn’t you like that? I bet you would.”

She could honestly not think of anything she wanted more right now.

“Fuck, those little whimpers you would make. Just thinking about it…” he growled. He actually growled and fuck if that didn’t make her oh so very wet.

“Are you wet, huh? Tell me how wet you are for me. Tell me what I’ve been able to do without even being there,”

‘So wet’ Elain mouthed. She was breathing quickly now. If he didn’t let her touch herself soon, she would just hit pause and take care of it on her own. But as always, he seemed to know exactly what she needed.

“Take your panties off now, sweetheart. I need to have access to all of you.”

Without missing a beat, Elain slid her underwear down her legs.

“Fuck, look at you. So fucking pretty for me,” he said, his voice smooth and rough at the same time. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. Show me exactly how wet you are. Show me where you so desperately want me to touch you.”

Without even thinking, Elain spread her legs under the covers. She was hot all over and aching for his touch. Or her own touch. Hell, she was just aching to have an orgasm at this point. Elain had placed her hands on her thighs again, not daring to touch herself before he told her to. He could obviously not see her, but there was just something so arousing about following his directions. It made her feel good.

Shadowsinger chuckled. “So wet. I know you want to be filled up. To be teased and tasted and fucked until you beg me to stop. Isn’t that right?”

Elain focused on his words, imagining her faceless stranger in bed with her. He wouldn’t be naked though. No, in her fantasies he was most often fully dressed. She didn’t know why, but there was something about that power dynamic that was extremely hot to her.

“Now, you can use one finger again and touch yourself, but not your clit. Not yet. You have to be patient for me, angel. Patience is always rewarded, you know that.”

Elain used her middle finger to part herself. God, she was wet and hot and horny and desperate. She circled her entrance while waiting for him to continue. There was a thrill in not knowing exactly what he would have her do next. Would she be allowed to finger herself? Would she be able to touch her clit anytime soon? Was there something she should do with her other hand while she fucked herself?

And as always, Shadowsinger had answers to all of her naughty questions. With a teasing tone, he murmured, “you want to push that finger inside, don’t you? You would like to imagine that it’s me touching you, filling you up.”

Elain could do nothing but nod, too lost in her own arousal to care about how silly it was that she responded to a pre-recorded audio.

“Go on, then. Push inside.”

Elain didn’t hesitate. She pushed one long finger into herself, moaning at the sensation. It was wonderful and not enough at the same time. She needed more.

“That feels good, doesn’t it? Go on, move it for me. Fuck that tight little pussy with your finger,” he ordered, and Elain obeyed. “It’s not enough, is it? You need more, hmm?”

Yes, yes, yes, Elain though. Please give me more.

“I know,” he cooed. “I know. You can use one more finger, but make sure not to come yet. Not that you would. You need even more than that to come, don’t you? Greedy girl.”

Again, Elain did just as he said, adding a second finger. In doing so, the heel of her palm grazed her clit and she had to really focus in order not to give in and just fuck herself fast and hard. Elain’s eyes were closed even though it was dark and in her mind, she could almost see Shadowsinger there with her - in her bed, next to her. His long fingers buried deep inside her while whispering all kinds of naughty praise in her ear.

On multiple occasions, she had thought to herself that if this man had a girlfriend, she was probably the happiest woman in the world. She must definitely be more than satisfied…

“There we go. You’re doing so well. My good girl.”

Elain shivered at the praise. Listening to him speak to her like that sent electricity through her entire body.

“But you still need more. You’ve had such a shitty day and you need me to make you feel good. I know that I’m teasing you, but your mind is exactly where I want it. The only thing you can think of right now is how good this feels. You are just waiting for me to tell you what to do next, isn’t that right? You need me to tell you. You need to give up control. You need me to own your body, if only for tonight. And that’s exactly what I am doing. Owning you. Teasing you. Telling you what to do and what not to do. I might even be driving you mad since I am taking my time doing so,” he murmured.

Elain bit her lip. She both hated and loved that he knew what she was thinking. What she was feeling. How on earth could he do that?

“Okay, now take your other hand and move it to your lips. I want you to take two fingers into your mouth.” Elain hesitated for a moment. She had never sucked on her own fingers unless it was to lick something away - like ice cream or chocolate. But she trusted him, and to be honest, if she didn’t like it she could just stop. Nobody would know. So she took her middle and ring finger into her mouth, sucking on them experimentally. It didn’t feel wrong, exactly. But she didn’t understand why she was doing it either.

That is, until he spoke again. “Good girl. Fuck, you look so good like that. Do you know how often I imagine you like this, all naked and needy and with your mouth full?”

Elain blushed at the words.

“God, if I was there, I would fuck that pretty little mouth while you touched yourself. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You always had such an oral fixation,” he chuckled. “I want you to imagine me doing just that. I want you to close your eyes and think about me putting my big cock between your lips, fucking you, using you.”

Elain’s eyes rolled back in her head at those words. And when he let out that low, sensual growl again, she moaned around her finger. She was imagining him standing next to the bed now. She had turned her head, just as she would have if he was really there. She was imagining him thrusting into her mouth, filling her so completely.

She almost came from just thinking about it.

“Okay, I think it’s time to put you out of your misery. Now, I want you to press the heel of your palm to your clit.”

Elain did as ordered and gasped at the sensation. God, she wouldn’t last much longer.

“Good thing you have your mouth full, or else your neighbors would hear just how much you are enjoying this,” he teased. “Go ahead and fuck yourself. Do exactly what you need to get closer, but don’t come. You are not allowed to come until I tell you to.”

Elain kept her fingers in her mouth as she started to fuck her own hand. She was moving her hips, getting the friction she so desperately needed. Her mind was completely blank. The only thing she thought about was waiting for his next words. Right now, his words were like a religion and Elain had most definitely joined the cult.

“Okay, angel. I’ll count down from ten, and when I reach one, you can come.”

She rolled her eyes in frustration and slowed down her movements. She would have to make it to ten. She just had to. Nobody would know if she didn’t, but it wouldn’t be as satisfying. And she wouldn’t deserve the praise at the end if she came sooner, so she made sure to concentrate and keep herself on the edge for a while longer.

“10, 9, 8, you’re doing so well. Just a little bit longer,” he said, but Elain barely heard him. She was too lost in her pleasure to pay much attention right now.

“7, 6, 5, there we go. Such a good fucking girl.”

Elain wondered why he waited a small eternity between every single number. He must be a freaking sadist, she thought.

“4, 3, 2 almost there, sweetheart. I know you’re close now, aren’t you? So fucking close.”

And Elain was close. She was so fucking close. In her mind, she was laying naked on her bed, fucking her hand while this handsome stranger was fucking her mouth. He was dressed in black and had only unbuttoned his trousers in order to give her his cock. And that mental picture was what tipped her over the edge.

Just as he said, “One. That’s it. You can come now. Come for me,” Elain came. She came hard, moaning around the fingers in her mouth. His voice was drowned out by the rushing in her ears for a few seconds, and when she came back down again, she was happy to realize that he was still there. Or well, his voice was.

Elain took her fingers out of her mouth and relaxed into the bed. She kept her palm pressed to her heat as she came down from the orgasm.

“Such a good girl. Are you feeling better?”

Elain nodded, too lost to pleasure to do anything else.

“Good. You know I always want to make you feel good. If you need me again, don’t hesitate to call.”

And with that, he was gone. And she was alone again. Alone, tired and satisfied.

All thanks to Shadowsinger. Whoever he was.

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Nvm I'm posting it. It will also be on AO3 and Wattpad soon.

This is an Akatsuki modern AU fanfic. Although my ocs are the main characters I will try to focus on the canon characters mostly. The map and locations are the same as the Naruto universe's, except there is no ninja stuff. Clans however exist, they're kind of a giant family.

I gave each character some modern world style and status, as well as my headcanons of their sexualities and gender. Just keep reading and you'll see ;D

1st chapter - The first encounter

- Akane get your butt up and move, we're gonna be late! - Miyako yelled from downstairs.

- Calm down, I'm on my way! - her friend yelled back - And we're not late, we still have time!

- No we don't! The journey to the school takes half an hour and we barely have 25 minutes left!

This was the point Akane realized her time perception has fooled her again. They were going to the camp of their new high school, and it would have been very unfortunate if they didn't arrive on time.

- Damn it!

She quickly put her trainers on and grabbed a hair tie from the drawer to put her long red hair up with.

- Bye mum! Love you!

- Akane wait! At least take on a sweater! - her mother called after her, but she was already getting inside the car.

- Nevermind... - Yumeko sighed - Take care.

The engine started and they departed. After quickly checking if they got everything they need, the girls started to gossip about the latest episode of the Percy Jackson series which had been one of their favorite topics ever since it came out. Miyako loved the Underworld scenes more since it fit her style and Akane was more fond of the ones portraying the Camp. But they both agreed on the Grover scenes being the best.

To their luck, Miyako's stepfather, Ibiki was a fast driver.

They managed to get to the school being only 5 minutes late instead of 10 or 15.

- Told you we'd make it - Akane grinned, looking at her friend.

- We might have, this time. But you'll be late from your own wedding girl - Miyako rolled her eyes.

While she and Ibiki got their packages out of the car, Akane ran to inform the teacher they are here and intend to go to the camp with their new class.

- Good morning Guy sensei! Sorry for being late! - she apologized, panting.

- You arrived in the last minute but just in time! - the man gave her a broad grin - Get on the bus, I'll take care of your luggage.

- Thank you very much.

A sigh of relief left Akane and she gestured to her friend to join her.

-Man, that's a lot of people!

The bus had about 50 seats and they were almost all taken. Most of the students were giggling, joking and talking with each other. Though there were some just playing on their phone or nervously looking around, they obviously had no friends in the newly formed class yet.

- Wow, I didn't expect this many people... - Miyako muttered too as she saw how crowded the place really was.

With no free seats left next to each other, they had no other choice but to search for any place they could find.

- Hey Ane, do you wanna sit with me? - a tall, kind of shark-looking guy asked as they walked by his seat.

- Kisame? What are you doing here?

Akane was taken by surprise, but she was happy to see her old friend from water polo trainings there. She nodded and quickly sat down.

- Nice to see you again carrot head.

- Nice to see you too shark face - she smiled mischievously, then looked back up at Miyako who was still standing.

- You need a seat too? - Kisame asked the dumb question.

- Yeah it would be nice. I don't feel irresistible urge to stand through the whole three hours of the journey - Miyako confirmed with a sarcastic tone.

Kisame nodded in agreement, and after a few minutes of thinking he called out to a gray haired guy with black hoodie that had a writing on it, saying "Keep calm and shut the fuck up".

- Hey Hidan, can she sit with you? - he pointed at Miyako.

Hidan looked up from his phone and upon seeing the girl, a vicious grin appeared on his face.

- There's always room next to me for a beauty like her - he winked.

Miyako's expression screamed "Help me" but there was nobody to rescue her and no other free seat nearby, so she finally sat down, accepting her fate.

Akane was about to start nagging Kisame about how he ended up in the camp of Will of Fire High school when he said he was going to go to the Riptide Secondary Technical School. But then the teachers got on the bus too, and Gai sensei started to read the names out loud from his checklist. Most of the students' talking died down to listen to him but a few needed their peers reminding them to raise their hand.

- Momochi Zabuza.

- Here - a tanned boy near them answered.

- Unfortunately - Kisame added, whispering.

- Nagaki Miyako.

- Here...

Miyako desperately tried to avoid eye contact with Hidan, who on the other hand was making a huge effort to be noticed.

- Hinoro Akane.

Akane was zoned out for a minute, she barely realized they were calling her name.

- Oh yeah right I'm here - she quickly raised her hand too.

The list went on and on, at the end however a name caught her and her friends' attention as well.

- Uchiha Itachi.

- Here - a voice with a bored tone answered from the front of the bus.

Kisame, Hidan, and a blond boy gasped at the same time upon hearing the infamous family name.

- Uchiha? Aren't they that incredibly rich family?

- Yeah they are - a girl with purple hair, sitting behind Akane agreed.

- Uchiha Fugaku is a lawyer and councilor at the town-hall. And you know how good friends they are with the mayor...

- Fucking politicians - Kisame grunted.

- Yeah. But hey, if he's that rich and famous, why didn't he go to a fancy private school? What is he doing here?

- Maybe he's just spying on us - Zabuza guessed.

- He's better not, or else he's gonna have to return to his precious father beaten up - the shark gritted his teeth.

- Hey calm down, just because he's the child of Fugaku doesn't mean he's like him. I'm not like my father either and neither are a lot of us.

Akane attempted to calm Kisame down, and she was successful. His muscles relaxed and he let out a frustrated sigh.

- You're probably right. Sorry - he turned his gaze away nervously.

- Still, what is he doing here? - the blonde boy didn't want to give up until the question was answered.

- I don't know Deidara, why are you looking at me?!

- Because you're the girl and you're the only one I know here Konan! - he retorted.

- Well then... why don't we get to know each other? - Miyako suggested gently.

The whole group went silent for a second. This was a logical and quite obvious possibility.

- That is... Actually a decent idea...

The bus made a left turn and soon it was speeding on the main road, towards the highway passage. By the time they reached the highway, the small group was already familiar with each other's names and hometown.

Kisame and Zabuza were obviously from Kirigakure. Konan, Yahiko and Hidan from the Land of Rain, Deidara from Iwagakure. The boy's name sitting next to him was Obito, or Tobi on his nickname. He was quite antisocial at first but became the silliest guy once they've started chatting. He introduced his friends from Konoha, Itachi and Iruka, who were sitting on the seats behind him and joined the conversation soon. This made the "Leaf gang" the biggest in numbers, as it included Miyako and Akane too. Zetsu, probably the most quiet person you can ever meet was sitting next to Zabuza and reading some kind of book about plants. He was hard to include in the conversation in the beginning, but with Tobi, his attitude changed too and started participating.

- By the way Kisame how did you end up here? I thought you were going to the Riptide? - Akane asked once they were done with the introduction.

- Yeah right, it's one of the best schools around here based on the grades average. How'd you get in? - Zabuza teased.

- I'm good at biology, okay? - Kisame glared at him angrily.

- Yeah right you know the reproduction of sharks very well.

- Shut up.

- No.

- Asshole.

- Fish.

The argument would have went on if the three girls didn't end it with a firm "Guys, shut the hell up".

- It's been only like 20 minutes of you being near each other and you're unbearable already, hm - Deidara grunted.

The two just rolled their eyes like they were seriously offended, but a few minutes later they returned to talking with the others. Despite their quarrels with each other they were fun to be around and could undeniably crack the worst jokes known to mankind.

- Hey, look! - Hidan suddenly pointed at something, looking at it through the window - That big concrete whatever isn't supposed to be there, right?

All the members of the new friendgroup looked at the direction he was pointing at.

- No... Please not... - Zetsu whispered in genuine shock.

- There's no way...

To be continued :3

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