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[WVW Exchange Event 2023!]
"The kisses on your lash, your ears, on the nose that keeps scrunching. The kisses on your hand, on your cheeks, and the exchanging soft words waiting for the break of day."
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A total of 6 pages of comics, starting with a close up shots of vash kissing sleeping wolfwood's nose, eyes, lashes, and he furrows them a bit. an overhead shot of the two of them in a motel room, on the bed with vash leaning over wolfwood from the left, laying soft kisses on him. their legs tangled. their normal outfits are thrown haphazardly on the floor, instead donning comfortable clothes. on the outside, the very first ray of lights are yet to shine.
"what a face you're making pfft" - vash says as he grabs both of wolfwood's cheeks, squeezing them a bit. wolfwood mumbles, "There's something that keeps landing on my face, it tickles." he grabs the hand that is on his right cheek. "Well you're letting it happens anyways right?" Vash muses, bringing the hand up to kiss on its knuckles. "Good morning Wolfwood. It's almost dawn"
"… Isn't it way too soon?" - wolfwood asks, but keeps to himself the prayers he's sending to god because the the boy on top of him was such a sight to behold. Vash flops down onto him, leaving the hand hanging and lace his own hand into Wolfwood's hair, peppering kisses to the side of his face. "Yep" - he answers - "But you woke up on your own tho" - facetiously. He giggles, saying that it was a joke after a beat of silence. A sigh, "don't make me upside you first thing in the morning." Wolfwood closes his eyes, hand combing through golden strands. "Heh, how merciful~" "We have a meet up with Milly and Meryl today, remember?" Vash reminds him, which does raise some vague memory. wolfwood hums, the other hand reaching around vash's torso, hugging him. " So, the sooner we arrive, the less likely she'll chew through my head." - Vash adds. "riiiight. And you were SO urgent in waking me up." in wolfwood's hold, both of them slowly turn to the right, towards the edge of the bed.
Well, you were just soooo cute, I couldn't help it! didn't thinkk you'll actually wakE UAA-!"
the bed creaks under the sudden shift in weight as wolfwood tosses vash over and under him, arms firmly hugging him, one at his back and one at his head, hungrily dives down to kiss. "!! Wolf-! Wait-!" Vash yelps, leg instinctively curls around the other's man hip to hang on, trying his damnest to grip on his shirt as HE is now half airborne, barely has any contact with the bed on his upper body. However, wolfwood seems to have another idea as he keeps deepening the kiss, pointedly holding Vash close, hands spread guarding the back of his head as both of them are sliding off the soft fabric.
"THUD!" a resounding fall, possibly enough to wake the room downstairs, followed shortly by laboured breaths amist wet smacks of lips. Heaves and huffs of air exchanging between the two bodies when the need to breath made itself necessary. They press close, cradling each other, and are lost to their own world.
After a while they had to part. Metal arm shifts through black locks, caressing down to his nape and they hold eye contacts there, with lidded eyes, strands of saliva thins then breaks.
Wolfwood pushes up on his arms, looking smugly down at his now disheveled partner: "Now this is how it's done, Needlenoggin." he remarks. Vash tries to wrangle his thoughts back in order, but strings of Wolfwood's name and a wonderous question keeps filling his mind, of whether he should risk it all and have fun for a bit more. Regardless, snapping out of his trance, Vash sourly asks, with a wry smile and an aching head: "But did you really need to roll off the bed?"
"Wrong side, whoops" - Wolfwood anwers unseriously, laughing as he finds the situation quite amusing.
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#sorry if the ID is weird it happens everytime i tried to ID my comics it turned into psuedo-fics-#the cap is the prompt btw#the exchange is basically secret santa except it was in may lol#it was incredibly fun to work on this!!#and originally i drafted this to be like 4 pages and it got longer and l o n g e r and i was like oh no#all is good i made the deadline dont worry#yeah only some ten minutes left before it was overdue lol#oh and the event was last month i just procrastinated and didnt post it on anywhere except fb mb#half the reason was because i do NOT know how to ID and half way through it was feeling like writing a fic and that took. time#didn't help that i started writing when i was very sleepy and basically forgot about it for weeks#wElL aNyWAys#hope you enjoy this <3#i really really love the prompts that i was given there were 3 in total but i only did one#they were all superb#vashwood#woodvash#wvw#vwv#wv#vw#trimax#trigun#trigun maximum#trigun manga#vash the stampede#vash trimax#wolfwood#nicholas d wolfwood#wolfwood trimax#wvw exchange event 2023
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hello may i interest you in some good shit that slaps genuinely and for real 😃 case 143 by stray kids . the mv is fun too 🫶
#im so serious btw this is gen good#their whole new album fucks in a way that surprised me like it is a no skip album no cap .#first one for me of them btw like even my favorite album of them i skip songs of#but this one.#its just so good#they're insane#if u enjoy funky music i cant rec them enough#i cant rlly explain their genre (hell they pioneered their own fucking genre) but its safe to say they're unexpected & just fucking fun.#anyway#sorry for the rant#i was one of those ppl who didnt fuck w kp0p (still kinda dont) music wise & was prompt to dimiss it#but these mfs completed blew my expectations away & now i just want more ppl to check them out not bc i like them as a group but#bc i just wanna share their music bc its that good to me yknow what i mean im sharing bc i like the music not bc i stan them lmao#im overexplaning Sorry i have unresolved Issues about talkjng about kp0p out in the open like this. GoodBye Now. Stream Maxident#o.txt
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Could you do an imagine with Steve rogers and yn where he takes her virginity smooth talk to her into it and she comes to shield quarters to drop off some stuff he left over and she over hears him talking to tony,Buck & the avengers a both the bet they made that Steve couldn’t f*ck yn and she gets heartbroken and uses her superpowers to fight against Steve when she barges in. Like throw him into a wall. I hope you get my concept (btw yn has powers also & she’s new to the shield inc as an avenger)
Betrayed
PAIRING | Steve Rogers x Avenger!Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | 2.7K
SUMMARY | You're the latest addition to the Avengers, and Steve takes on a bet behind your back that he wouldn't be able to take your virginity. When you find out about the bet a few weeks later, you lose it and your superpowers rise to their full potential.
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Steve being an asshole, swearing, smut [ loss of virginity, fingering, protected sex, massage turned to sex, light spanking ]
A/N | Hi nonnie, thank you so much for my very first request, I hope this is what you were looking for when you thought of the prompt! After all the love and many people requesting a part 2, I finally caved and you can find that right here! 🖤
Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜
Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist
It has been a dream of yours ever since being recruited by SHIELD as an agent, to climb the ranks to becoming part of the Avengers. That dream finally became a reality and you were ecstatic when you found out you were accepted into the Avengers program. Right from the start all of the Avengers welcomed you with open arms, and you felt at home immediately, maybe a bit too much if you look back at it. During one of Tony's afterparties, you accidentally let it slip that you're still a virgin and that you wish you weren't anymore. There are some strange looks shared between some of the guys at your confession, but you decided to let it go at that time. Right now, however, you wish you hadn't.
After you went to bed that night, some of the guys got into a heated discussion about the fact that you're a virgin, and they all wanted to help you out. You know you're quite attractive - nothing over the top, but you take good care of yourself and it shows - so the fact that they all wanted to sleep with you wasn't much of a surprise. The fact that it was Steve who offered to do it first, did surprise every single one of the guys. ''No way you're taking her virginity, Cap. You have the sex appeal of a piece of grass,'' Clint remarked, which earned him a glare that wasn't all that nice. ''I think we should make a bet,'' Steve said, a mischievous look in his eyes.
''I want to make a bet if I can do it or not. If I win, I won't have to go on missions for a month. If you guys win, I will take one mission of your hands of your choice, each,'' Steve offered and they immediately agreed to these terms. And that is how Steve tried to talk you into his bed, which took more effort than he had anticipated, you weren't as easy as you made yourself sound that night. It took him a little over 5 months, but eventually, his hard work and patience paid off, for him at least.
~ 5 months later ~
You just went on a gruesome mission with all of the Avengers, and it was already late so instead of flying home now, all of you went to a hotel and spend the night. You had been incredibly frustrated for a while, and this mission was too much at this point. The mission ended up being successful, but Steve was being an asshole towards you the entire time, all to get under your skin for his gain, with the bet still in his mind. All the other Avengers quickly teamed up with the rooms, so your only option was to share a room with Steve, and you weren't happy with that. In the slightest.
''Guys, can any one of you please switch with me? I can't look at his face right now and I want to smack that smug grin of his fucking face,'' you say through gritted teeth, but they aren't helping one bit. ''Sorry doll, we always have the same sleeping arrangements and Steve usually sleeps alone, so you don't have a choice,'' Bucky said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. ''You guys are unbelievable,'' you said and you opened the door to your shared bedroom, rushing in to get away from all of them.
''Don't mind them,'' Steve said when he followed you and you let yourself fall on your back on the bed. ''Maybe it's a good thing you and I are sharing a bedroom tonight, I had a plan to get both of our frustrations out of our systems,'' Steve said with an innocent look in his eyes. ''You do...?'' you ask him, unsure where he's going with this. ''Yeah, I find that a massage works well, get someone to rub all my frustrations away. I brought some massage oil that I could use on you if you want,'' he offered, and you were thinking about it. ''I'm gonna take a shower first though, I don't want to be disgusting when you massage me,'' you said.
When you were in the shower, Steve texted the guys' group chat that his plan would work, you agreed to a massage and he would most definitely be able to turn it around so he could fuck your brains out later that night. When you came back from your shower, you put your hair in a claw clip so it would be out of the way, and you noticed Steve already prepared his bed to be used as the massage 'table'. ''Please, lay down without the towel so I can reach your entire back with ease,'' he said with a small grin on his face, but you did it. You needed a way to get this frustration out of your body, and it was worth a shot. ''Lay down for me, baby,'' he said and you didn't even think twice about the nickname he gave you.
You did as he said and made yourself comfortable. ''No towel baby, that was it's easier for me to reach everywhere,'' Steve said and because you're lying on your stomach, you can't see the smug look he has on his face. He took the towel away and softly gasped at the sight of you, you were even more beautiful than he thought you'd be and he was very happy he got to do this. He put a little bit of the massage oil on your back and his hands before he started, rubbing it all over your shoulders and back first, just grazing your cheeks when he's rubbing it over your lower back, teasing you ever so slightly. After it's nice and spread out he starts putting some pressure and you let out a soft moan at the feeling.
''Mmh Steve, feels good,'' you softly moan and he smiles at the way you praise him, happy he can make you feel that good. ''Are you feeling better yet, baby?'' he asked and you nodded, letting out a content sigh. The fact that you're completely naked is long forgotten, you were very comfortable around Steve now with his hands running over your body like that. ''Got some more pressure points in my lower back you could massage,'' you tell him, it's always been a point that's bothering you and now that he was massaging you, it was the perfect timing to get help. ''Like this?'' he said as he put a bit more pressure on your lower back with his palms, moving from your spine outwards and down to your hips. This makes you groan, and in all honesty, a little turned on too.
When he's taken good care of your shoulders and back, he moves on to your calves and thighs. ''Time for these beautiful legs,'' he says as he silently takes off his shirt and pants, they were getting more and more uncomfortable now that he was getting pretty hard from just massaging you. He was standing in his boxer briefs and you didn't notice, completely taken over by pure bliss. He dripped a little oil on both your legs, stopping right beneath your cheeks and he put it to the side, ready for later. He started massaging at your ankles and slowly work his way up to your thighs, giving special attention to the tops, near your ass. His fingers slowly move up and when he's kneading and rubbing your ass, you let out a gasp which turns into a moan.
''S-Steve...'' you say but he quickly cuts you off, ''Shh, it's okay baby, this is normal,'' he says and he starts kneading more roughly, even going as far as landing a slap on both your cheeks at the same time, watching them ripple under his hands. ''Fuck, doing so good for me, baby,'' Steve praised you and you couldn't help but enjoy it, even though you knew in the back of your head it was still wrong. It was at that moment Steve couldn't take it any longer, and his hand wandered down between your thighs, cupping your dripping pussy. ''Hm, you're already dripping wet baby, 'm gonna take good care of you,'' he says as he slowly slides his fingers through your folds, giving special attention to your clit with his middle finger. You moan loudly at the feeling, your ass automatically lifting in the air at the feeling.
''Such a good girl for me right now, letting me take good care of you,'' he praised you and you started clenching around nothing. ''Steve, please,'' you whimpered, you wanted to feel his fingers inside you by now. ''What is it, baby? What do you need from me? Just say it and I'll do it,'' he says, whispering the words in your ear as he pushes your thighs further apart for better access. ''Need you, need your fingers inside me,'' you said shyly and he happily complied, immediately shoving 2 fingers deep inside your dripping entrance without warning. This makes you gasp loudly and grind your hips against his hand. ''How does it feel baby?'' Steve asks with a huge grin on his face while picking up his pace and curling his fingers so he can continue to stimulate your sweet spot.
''G-good, gonna cum,'' you moan as you keep grinding against his fingers. He uses his other hand to play some more with your clit and before you know it, you feel your orgasm wash over you while you moan out his name loudly. ''Yes, let everyone know who's making you feel this good baby,'' he said, knowing full well all the guys could hear what you were doing through the tins walls of the hotel. ''Fuck, feels so good,'' you say as you come down from your high. Steve pulls his fingers softly out of you before turning you over on your back, so he could massage the front of your body. He started with your legs, giving them the same treatment as when he massaged the back of your legs, but avoiding your sensitive pussy this time.
Next up is your stomach, which he drips some oil onto before massaging it deeply, so you let out soft whimpers, especially when his hands' ghost over the underside of your breasts, which were beautifully exposed for his viewing pleasure, your nipples still hard after your first orgasm. ''Those breasts look delicious baby,'' Steve cooed and it made you giggle a little bit before he softly grabbed them and massaged them, giving extra attention to your sensitive nipples. He noticed every single whine, whimper, and moan coming out of you when he played with them, either by rubbing, tugging, or softly flicking them, and he was reveling in the sounds that left your lips.
He finished with your upper chest and neck before leaning down and softly kissing you, which you have been longing for this entire time. He wasn't your first kiss, but he was by far the best you ever had, and you didn't hesitate when he slipped his soft, warm tongue in your mouth to explore every single inch of it. He sat down on the bed and removed his underwear, exposing his painfully hard cock, which was laying on your thigh as he took his place between your legs. ''Steve, condom please,'' you said. You were on birth control and this was your first time, but you weren't sure where he had been and didn't want to risk either getting pregnant or an STD, but Steve didn't mind, he always used one anyways.
He grabbed one from the nightstand - thank god he came prepared - and ripped open the foil before rolling it onto his hard length. ''Are you ready baby?'' he asked and you said yes, giving him a soft smile too. ''Need you inside me,'' you said and without a second to think about it, Steve was pushing himself into your entrance, the burning sensation quickly subsiding and making way for pleasure. He is very big and a lot to get used to, but in no time he was buried inside you completely, letting you get used to the sensation as he bent over, stealing soft kisses from your lips. ''Steve, please move,'' you beg softly and he does, going slow at first but slowly picking up the pace, making you moan louder every single time.
Sure, he may be doing this for a bet, but he was still mindful of the fact that this is your very first time, and he did want to give you the pleasure you deserve, and not go too rough at first. ''Steve, harder'' you beg, and with that, he quickly picks up the pace as you wrap your legs around his waist, so he can hit the deepest spots inside you. ''F-fuck, Steve, gonna cum-'' you practically yelled when your orgasm washed over you again, making your vision go temporarily black with the intensity of it, Steve followed quickly after with the chant of your name, and he buries his face in your neck as he spills his cum inside of the condom. ''Fuck, feels so good around me baby, such a good girl for me,'' he says before pulling out. The rest of the night is spent lazily making out and cuddling, before falling asleep in each other's arms.
~ 3 weeks after the mission ~
You and Steve talked about what happened that night and both agreed nothing more would come of it, it was just a one-time thing to get both your frustrations out and you would remain friends. He talked to the guys about it and they all heard, clapping him on his back and saying he won the bet fair and square, so they would pick up his missions for the next month. ''How was it?'' Tony asked and he told them all about the massage and how it felt to be buried balls deep inside you. They were still talking about the bet when you happened to walk into the room since you accidentally left some files in the living room you needed to prepare.
''Good job Steve, you won the bet fair and square, I didn't think you would fuck her but you earned it'' Bucky said as he got up, and immediately you realize they're talking about you. ''What bet are you guys talking about?'' you ask, and all the guys' heads snap in your direction. ''Y/N, hey...'' Steve said, his face becoming bright red. ''Did you guys seriously bet on if he was able to fuck me? You guys are fucking unbelievable,'' you snarled at each of them, but you're the most mad at Steve. ''You're such a dick, Steve, you know that?'' you yelled at him and you felt your powers come out, usually you tried to keep them hidden since they could cause quite a lot of destruction. ''Using me for a fucking bet?!'' is the last thing you said before you lifted Steve off his chair with your mind, using your telekinesis.
You slam him into the wall on the other side of the living room with your full force, making him go through it like the wall was made of a thin sheet of paper. ''Don't ever fuck with me like that again, or he won't be the only one on the receiving end of my powers,'' you say to the rest of the guys, and they quickly scramble away. To make Steve hurt even more, you walked over to him and made him squirm by giving him a head-splitting headache with your mind, as he grabbed his head to stop it. ''Y/N PLEASE STOP!'' he begged you, but you didn't. You want him to hurt just as much as you were. ''Oh no Rogers, you don't get to beg now, you earned everything I'm going to do with you,” Your power got out of hand and when Wanda walked into the living room, she managed to snap you out of it at the right time, if she didn't you would've killed him.
And just like that, your dream of becoming an Avenger is completely shattered.
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"i can't resist you, you know that" (niki x fem! reader)
genre: fluff word count: 0.6k requested by nonnie ♡
a/n: hi hello babes i'm back from my short break!! i just realized i've been kinda neglecting our maknae line so sorry for that... btw i tried to mix up the two prompts like you wanted me to, love!! sorry that it came out so simple and maybe a bit borning but i'm still overcoming my writer's block <33
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The forest is quiet. The sweet chirping of a bird accompanies the shimmer of the thin stream running down to your right. The weather is as close to perfection as it can get – the sunshine pleasantly warms both of your faces but not strongly enough to make you hide underneath the roof of a cap. Riki smiles politely at the couple of elders that pass you by with energetic steps, engaged in a quiet conversation.
The forest is quiet for a very short while until you break it for the seventh time in the past five minutes. A loud whine echoes through the empty path as you slowly drag your feet on the ground, acting almost as if they weighted a tone. Riki's hand holds your tightly and practically drags your tired body behind him as he continues to walk up the small hill.
"I can't do it," you breathe out, mewling out the syllables for the dramatic effect. "If you don't stop walking right now, I'm seriously gonna die. I can feel it in my bones, Riki."
"It was literally your idea to go for a hike in the first place," he scoffs, turning over his shoulder to flick your sun-kissed nose. He giggles at the way it scrunches and you smack his hand away. "You don't get to complain now when you're the initiator of this plan."
You huff, a pout making its way on your lips slowly. "You're so mean. Good to know my boyfriend finds my misery amusing."
"C'mon, none of that now." He rolls his eyes, nodding his head to the paddled path ahead of you. "There's not that much left. Only ten minutes or so till we make it to the top."
A very predictable idea crosses your mind after his words and Riki sighs as he watches your eyes widening with a sparkle, already knowing you well enough to know what you're about to ask.
"No. No, no. Stop looking at me like that," he scowls, backing away from your slouched figure. You follow him immediately, stepping even closer as your hand traps his wrist in a grip. "You promised not to do that. I can't resist you, you know that. You're simply abusing your power now."
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Oh, c'mon. What's even the point of having a big, strong boyfriend if he can't even carry me for couple minutes?"
Riki scoffs at your pathetic attempt of stroking his ego. Another giggle leaves his lips as you keep pouting at him, eyes shining with the silent plead. A grown ass woman pulling a tantrum like a goddamn toddler.
His eyes drop down to your slightly puckered lips. And, Lord, you just look so cute to him right now. Irresistible, really, just like he predicted after seeing the look on your face before. You always do that whenever you're determined to get whatever it is you want. You have him wrapped around your little finger and he doesn't think you even realize how much power you actually hold over him.
Not able to help himself, he leans in and closes the gap parting the two of you, kissing you right on the mouth. The heat instantly rises to the tips of your ears and you'd squirm away out of fluster if not for his hands firmly holding you to his chest. With a sigh, you lift your hands to cup his cheeks and just when you're about to deepen the kiss, he's pulling away from you, leaving you all flushed and already breathless.
"Hop on then, you baby," he sighs as he turns around, motioning for you to jump on his back. "This time and this one time only, I give you the permission to make use of this big, strong boyfriend of yours that you're so clearly obsessed with."
"I am not!"
"Lying like that is not suitable for a lady, you know?"
You smack him in the shoulder, the sound of his chuckles instantly bringing warmth to your belly. Finally satisfied now that your legs have stopped feeling as if they were being set ablaze with each every step of yours, you cling to Riki's neck and rest your cheek against his shoulder blade, sighing in content.
"Yeah, you're right. He's the best."
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All Tatted Up (Jessie Fleming x Reader)
Warnings: ⚠️trauma mentions⚠️
A/N: also for the sake of this story, Ann-Kat has retired. Also I love Z but she’s still the second keeper to make the story work. This is my fav fic i’ve ever written btw. and it’s based off this request:
Prompt: reader is a hard faced, tatted up goalkeeper who has a soft spot for Jessie.
You had always loved tattoos. Mapi León had gotten you into them when you were 18. You met her during your first cap for Spain, at 16, and when you were of age, and wanting tattoos, she was the woman to go to. Ever since then, you were constantly getting tattooed, it was therapy, it was healing, it was art.
You played for Barcelona for 6 years, playing for your home town was a dream. You were Barca’s starting keeper, and had 20 clean sheets in one season. You were a spanish legend. That’s why it came to everyone as a shock when you announced you were moving to London to be Chelsea’s first keeper. In reality, only a few people knew why you were leaving. Those people were your best friends, your spanish teammates, Mapi and Alexia.
The past 6 years playing for barcelona were everything, but living in barcelona, living in the town that homed your trauma, it was too hard. The girls understood, they even called Ona to tell them to keep an eye on you, even though they would never admit to you they had. You were always insistent that you could take care of yourself. And hell, you could. You were a brick wall, 6 foot tall, tatted up, jacked goalkeeper. But you were all bark no bite. Inside, behind the hours at the weight room, the tattoos, and the fierce on field personality, you were a god damn angel. You loved the beach and butterflies, and you always woke up at 5:00 am because you loved waking up with the sun.
It left fans confused, the hard, frowning, yelling on field personality was the opposite of the girl that would post sunrise pictures every morning.
But that was you. Your hard surface was practically unbreakable. It had taken your spanish teammates years to get to the root of you, that’s why it caught you so off guard when a certain freckled midfielder broke those walls in a month, it left you off guard how within a month of knowing her, you felt as though you wanted to protect her from the world.
I guess that’s just what Jessie Fleming did to you.
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Today marked two months since you had joined Chelsea, and today was a big game. Manchester United v Chelsea. You were ready though. You did your game day ritual which consisted of not talking to anybody… yeah. That was it. Your teammates all respected that, and they respected you. They were the best people in the world, it was as though they knew that you had things beyond the surface, and they never judged you.
You walked into the tunnel, knowing you would be walking out after Magda, the captain. Ona was standing there behind her own keeper, Mary Earps.
"Y/n/n!" Ona squealed when she saw you. "¡Oye! hace tanto que te extraño! (Hey, Ona! it’s been so long, i’ve missed you )." You said in spanish, hugging the shorter girls. "Yo también chica, buena suerte hoy! mis compañeros de equipo te tienen un poco de miedo. ( me too girl, good luck today! my teammates are kinda scared of you." Ona joked.
You laughed, hugging her one more time before taking your spot in the line. It was only you from the Chelsea squad that was in the tunnel, but you liked being the first one out of the changing room. Oh, another thing about you, was that you were yet to have more than one goal scored against you in a game for Chelsea.
"That’s Ona Batlle, right?" a voice said behind you. You turned around to see Jessie standing there, basically looking up at you. You blushed bring red, not knowing why. "Um- yeah. We play for spain together." You said, feeling Ona’s eyes burning into your head. "I know. I’ve watched you before on TV playing for Spain." Jessie said. "Really? Me too. The gold medal game. And… others." You were talking shakily, she had that effect on you. The rest of the team started walking into the tunnel so Jessie smiled at you and quickly took her spot in the line. "Eres roja brillante ( you are bright red )," Ona giggled. "Callate! (shut up)" You said a bit loudly.
Most of the United players flinched.
It was the 70th minute in the game and the score was 1-0 to Chelsea. It was then that somehow, Alessia Russo got a breakaway. Kadeisha Buchanan was fast, and reached the blonde striker when she was in the box. You were ready to save the shot, but Kadeisha clipped the ball away, hitting her ankles first. Russo went tumbling to the ground, staying down a bit as Kadeisha tries to defend herself. But the ref wouldn’t hear it and awarded a penalty. She apologized to you but you brushed her off. "It’s no biggy, it happens. Just get ready for the rebound." You told her, placing yourself on the line. The referee came over to you, explaining to you the rules. "Respectfully i’ve been a keeper for 17 years, I know how to do this ref." You told her. Both teams giggled a bit, orher than Alessia, her face was stone cold, knowing she needed to score. The referee shrugged and walked away.
You extended your arms, jumping from side to side and playing mind games with Alessia. The referee blew her whistle, Alessia ran up quickly and hit the ball hard. You faked left right before she shot, making her shoot right. But you shifted your weight and got the tip of your fingers on the ball right as it was about to go into the net. The ball got pushed out and Magda was quick to clear it out. "FUCK YEAH!" You yelled loudly, pumping your fist in the air and getting hugs and claps on the back from all of your teammates. Jessie smiled at you, hugging your side before taking her spot again for a corner.
Millie took it, and it was perfect. It went right to Ella Toone, who jumped up in the air and headed it. As she did, you saw someone in blue jump as well, beside Ella. You saw her fall to the ground with a small scream, holding her head. You also saw the ball coming directly to the top left corner. You had to choose the ball. You jumped up, diving and caught the ball, falling to the ground and holding it to your chest. But the ball in your hands was long forgotten as you saw Jessie lying in the box, holding her head. You rushed over to her, the ball under your arm. You saw Ella leaning over her, but you pushed her away. "Hey get away from her." You basically growled. Ella did, she walked backwards towards her team. "Fucking scary she is." She mumbled.
Indeed, when you got protective, it was better for everyone to stay away. Ona knew that well, having been on the ground with you wanting to protect her more than once, so she made sure her manchester teammates stayed away. But she sensed that you were protecting Jessie in a different way. In a less sisterly way.
"Hey there, Jess." You said, gently pulling down her shirt and rubbing your gloved hand up and down her back. "Hey. Did she score?" Jess groaned, rolling over on her back. "Come on now. I’m in net. Of course she didn’t." You joked. "Of course." She laughed.
You pulled her hand off her head gently. Her head was bleeding a fair bit. "Where the hell are the medics?" You asked, looking around. "They went in the tunnel with Erin." Jessie groaned. It was true, they had gone in because Erin had taken a bad hit. "Okay then, sit up, we don’t want blood all over your hair." You said, seeing that Magda was trying to tell Emma to get the medics. You didn’t know what to do, she was bleeding a lot of she really needed pressure. "Okay, Jess. I’m gonna give you my shirt. This is so damn stupid." You mumbled. You slipped off your shirt quickly, pressing it to Jessie’s head who laughed. "I didn’t know what to do! Oh there are the medics." You said, standing up in your under shirt. As the keeper, you always wore a shirt under your jersey to avoid burns. "What the hell took you guys so long?" You asked, your voice carrying through the small stadium. The medics apologized quickly, earning nothing but an eye roll from you. "Hey, Sam? Can you get me another jersey?" You asked the striker who nodded and jogged over to Emma. You kneeled back down beside Jessie who now had a towel to her head. "Now that i’m thinking about it, maybe my dirty jersey wasn’t the best thing to put to your cut." You told her. Jessie laughed. "It’s okay. It smelt like you." She said, blushing immediately. "Hmm. Like me or like sweat?" You joked. "Like you." She answered.
The medic was now taping her head. "You’re going to take her off on concussion watch right?" You asked. "Yeah. Of course." The man answered quickly, not making any kind of eye contact with you. "No. Really i’m fine." Jessie tried to say. "If you play then I can’t play because i’ll be too worried about you. Go off the field, the games almost over. I’ll see you after, okay?" You told her. "Okay."
The medics tried to help her up but you ushered them off, helping her yourself. Kingsmeadow clapped loudly and you kissed her forehead quickly. Jessie walked off the field with the medics and your now blood stained jersey. Sam was now back with a fresh one which she handed to you. If it was anyone else, Sam would have teased you for how protective you were being of the freckled canadian, but she thought that for her own safety, maybe that wasn’t a good idea.
There were 9 minutes of added time, in which manchester fought hard, tiring you immensely. But the Blues managed to pull off the win. You were quick to high five your own players and the manchester players. Ella went nowhere near you, obviously avoiding you. But you didn’t care. You clapped at the fans quickly and then hurried into the tunnel and towards the medical room. You knocked on the door, opening it slightly. "You decent?" You asked. "Come on, y/n, i don’t need to be naked for a head injury. "Well you should change your jersey, Jess. It’s all blood stained." You said, walking up to her and pointing out the blood on her Jersey. "Oh shit. Yeah I forgot." She said. "I’ll get you one. But how’s your head?" You asked. "It’s okay. A small concussion and they’re gonna give me stitches once the bleeding stops." Jessie smiled. "Okay good. So I don’t need to kill Ella Toone?" You said, opening the door to go get her jersey. "No. She may live." Jess answered.
You quickly walked to the changing room, the team was still out on the field. You went to Jessie’s cubby to notice she only had her puffy coat and no jacket. It was too warm inside for a puffy jacket, so you rolled your eyes and grabbed your own jacket. The one with the number 1 on it. You walked back towards the room and opened the door. "So for some reason you didn’t bring your jacket, you only had your puffy coat, you weirdo." You told her, tossing her your zip up track jacket. "I know, I was in a rush this morning and I forgot it." She said, holding it. "This is yours though." She said, passing her finger over the number 1. "I know. My jersey isn’t bloody though." You said. "True." You guys held eye contact for a while before you broke it by turning around for her to change. "Thanks." She said.
You heard ruffling behind you and then it stopped. "You can turn around now." Jessie said. You turned around to see she hasn’t put on the track jacket. Your breath hitched. "Jess, what are you-?" You started saying. "Come here." She said, you started hearing people pouring into the tunnel. "Put the jacket on, Jess.” You said. "I don’t mind you seeing me like this." She said. "I don’t either. I don’t want the others to walk in and see you like this." You answered, walking towards her. "They’ve already seen me-"
"It’s different." You answered. Jessie slipped on the track jacket and you zipped it up for her slowly. Looking down at her body disappearing as the jacket zipped. Just then, the door opened. "Hey, you all good, Jess?" Niahm asked, poking her head through the door. "Yeah. All good. Give us a minute?" Jessie said.
Niahm looked between you both but nodded and walked out. You turned to Jessie, looking at her, your bodies close even though she was sitting down. You wanted her. You wanted her lips on yours so badly it almost hurt. So you gave in. You leaned down, pushing her chin up to give you full access to her lips. And you kissed her sweetly, and gently.
Eventually, you pulled away and walked towards the door. "I’ll see you later, J." You said.
Jessie nodded, a wide smile on her face.
A/N: I know ppl are gonna ask for a part 2 so I got you guys ;)
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i really liked ‘little brat’ and was wondering if you could write something quite similar to it but have the interactions between Larissa and the reader?? love your writing btw!!
Thank you love <3
My minx 18+
*Authors note~ Larissa version similar to “little brat” but still unique in its own right. I’m sorry these are taking me so long to get out guys I truly love hearing from you all <3*
Trigger warnings~ mommy kink dom l sub r semi public sex teasing
Prompt~ see ask^^^^
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You knew you had rules. You knew you should be a good girl and let mommy work. After all it was an incredibly important meeting. You knew that all too well. And truthfully you knew just how stressed your lover was about it. So you decided then and there to help her relax. Now would this get you a punishment? Absolutely. But would it be worth it to finally see your lover blissed out? Hell yeah. But how to do it is the question.
You spent a long time thinking of the quickest ways to provoke your lover and yet in the spur of the moment the idea hit you. Larissa was hosting a very important staff meeting with members of the board present, this would be the perfect opportunity for you to play up. Deciding to tease the older woman you kept her eye contact, thankfully sat next to her, reaching for her hand and resting it on your thigh. She smile at the bare skin on her palm, thinking you were being a sweet thing, but oh how she was wrong.
You let her hand rest there for a little while, your mind running away with all the ways she’d punish you later on. Only when you were sure she was unsuspecting did you move her hand under your skirt to cup your core. She let out a poorly contained gasp at just how wet for her you were and quickly moved her hand as though she was burnt. For you that was a massive win, but still not quite enough. So you hung your head pretending to listen to what the stuff old board members were saying. Then when she had slipped back into her dominant role, you decided to try a different route.
At first you started by tracing her knee caps then her thighs before making your way under her dress to her soaked cunt. Expertly, you slipped your fingers passed her lace underwear, to play with the wetness that sat there. You were throughly enjoying how she tried to squirm discreetly against your fingers. You let her work her way closer before taking your hand away.
The look in her eyes was truly murderous even if it was just for a second, she leant over to whisper in your ear discreetly, “my my, you little minx are in for one hell of a long night, I hope you are aware I will not be easy on you for this stunt” causing you to shiver in delight. Tonight would be worth it and you trusted her implicitly to know she would take amazing care of you. Clearly she wasn’t afraid of making you wait, when the meeting ended she dismissed you instantly before going to her office to work.
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because it’s you
pairing: non-idol!woozi x gn!reader
prompt: " greetings! glad i'm finally on time for one of these. :) for prompt list requests, how about 28 ["you forgot this."] and 44 ["i just needed to see your face."] with woozi? thank you and have a wonderful day! ☁️" - @dragnflyy (tumblr won’t let me @ you, sorry!!) [from these prompts]
word count: ~0.5k
warnings: n/a, just fluff (+ the usual no proofreading & intentional lowercase)
daisy’s notes: soft jihoonie hours. title taken from smile flower btw
jihoon usually told you when he was coming to your apartment to see you. tonight, he didn’t.
he didn’t think. he just got off the bus at the stop closest to your home, and let instinct take him the rest of the way there. work had been tiring, and he kept his head down, headphones on and playing a song off the playlist you had made for him when the two of you started dating a few months ago. truthfully, if he had stopped to think for more than a second, he would have pulled out his phone right then and there and asked if you were home. if he could stop by. instead, he let his feelings take priority.
he knocked. you opened the door, and jihoon found himself at a loss for words for a moment. how was he supposed to say i miss you and not turn red?
he pulled a scarf (his own, and you knew it) from his bag instead. “you forgot this,” he said as he met your eyes. “i thought i’d bring it back. i don’t want you to get sick because you weren’t staying warm, so...”
you simply smiled and invited him inside. he could smell spices in the air from whatever you were cooking, and it felt like home. he shut the door behind him, and soon enough curled up on your couch with his bag left in the entryway. you went back to cooking, and jihoon shut his eyes, letting himself rest as he idly bobbed his head to the song he was listening to.
your soft touch roused him from a state of near-sleep, and he looked up to see you standing behind the couch.
“everything okay?”
yes. don’t worry about me. i’m okay. but he reached up, fingers curling around your hand. “i just needed to see your face,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut again.
you leaned down to press a kiss to his temple, slightly dislodging his baseball cap. he could hear you giggle a little as you readjusted it. “have you eaten yet?”
he shook his head. he changed after work and came straight here, after all.
“okay,” you said. “i’ll make extra rice, then.”
“you don’t have to--”
“i want to,” you stepped away from the couch, warm touch slipping away from him. “let me take care of you, okay? you can rest now, jihoonie.”
jihoon nodded, uncertainty seeping in. he was used to his friends caring for him, but this still felt... new with you. but he sank down, arms hugging himself as he readjusted his cap again to block out the light. he felt himself drifting off again, awoken only by you draping a blanket over him before going back to cooking.
maybe one day he’d have the courage to say those three little words he was feeling in every beat of his heart. but for now, he would thank you and say those words in the hugs that lingered a little longer than usual.
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ava gift exchange 2023! 🎄🥳
it's here! happy holidays, lulw (@tdlad), hope you're having a good one! this isn't a piece of visual art since i don’t have the tools to create one, so you get a dr. seuss-inspired fic + a part of a fic i might finish later!
due to irl events, i had to rush these a bit, but i hope you enjoy it either way :) have a wonderful winter (or summer, depending on where you are) week, and happy (early) new year! *gives gingerbread cookie*
(prompt: i tried to combine elements from all three, but i focused on “the dark lord with red coat (that tdl in my posts)” specifically—your art is just gorgeous, btw!)
word count: ~1400 for the first one/the dr. suess-y one, ~1320 (and counting?) for the second one/the unfinished one
(and special thanks to @avagiftexchange for hosting this!)
Fic 1: How the Grinch Dark Lord Stole Christmas (or: dark's christmas cake romp)
Every stick in Stick City, near the end of the year,
Every stick in Stick City brimmed with holiday cheer…
But! The Dark Lord, who’s not far from here,
Who lived in the wintry woods quite near—
The Dark Lord held Christmas even more dear!
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The Dark Lord loved Christmas, this is no bluff,
And you’d best believe it, he just can’t get enough!
Was it because he enjoyed the sound of children laughing clear,
Or did he simply have a particular liking for reindeer?
Well I’ll tell you his secret, his reason for this:
He really, really liked log cakes, they fill him with bliss.
“Christmas awaits, on the very next day,
Christmas really is just a day away!”
But,
From his perch in the woods,
Watching the stars from where he stood,
With hungry eyes and vibrant ardor,
With the growing desire for Christmas he harbors,
(and a craving for frosting he just can’t ignore),
The Dark Lord knew: he needed more!
He needed more of all that Christmas had in store!
And he will get more, he swore,
He’ll claim even more of Christmas, ‘twas his right as a Lord!
But—how? Christmas is already drawing so near,
Soon enough, Christmas will practically already be here!
He needed more time, and he needed… a plan!
A plan to put Christmas in the palm of his hand.
So The Dark Lord schemed,
And he schemed, and he schemed,
And he conjured a scheme,
A terrible scheme!
“A-ha! I’ve got a brilliant idea!”
Dark cackled, a sound from deep in his throat,
As he pulled from his closet his most dapper red coat.
“They’ll never see me coming, even from the skies,
“So long as I craft myself a most clever disguise!”
So he lined his coat with cotton, like Santa’s coat proper,
Just as into the room, his friend Chosen entered—
“Look, dearest Chosen, I’ve come up with a plan,
“A plan to seize Christmas in the palm of my hand!”
Dear Chosen deadpanned, “Why are you talking like that,”
And right after, he inquired, what about your silly Santa’s hat?
“No I didn’t—”
“Right here! I believe my night cap is sufficient,���
Dark proclaimed, wearing the hat over his ears.
“Now I only need a reindeer…”
But around this area, their part of the woods here,
This much Dark knew: you wouldn’t find any deer!
But was Dark deterred…? No! He said,
“If I can’t find a deer, I’ll just make one instead!”
“...What do you think you’re doing with that big red nose.”
…And Dark ended up sticking the nose and antlers on his one last Virabot instead!
And so, with his little red cap on his hollow red head,
And his feet firmly planted in his makeshift sled—
He took with him a burlap sack,
Which he then hoisted upon his back—
He yelled, “Onward!” just before he took flight,
Off to steal Christmas, he disappeared into the night!
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Back on the ground, Chosen gazed down at the cardboard box—sorry, at the sled—Dark left behind. He stared at the confused Virabot, wearing an antler headband and sporting a red clown nose glued to its face, and sighed. “This is so stupid…”
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A jaunty holiday tune played from an open Chrome window,
But not a sound could be heard coming from inside their homes.
He was here at last, and at the perfect time, too—
They must all be in their beds, dreaming away without a clue!
“Now to enact my plan…”
So he climbed down the chimney, one crafted from brick,
It wasn’t too tight a fit, for he was literally a stick.
Though he did get stuck once, or twice, maybe thrice—
And he cursed his head, loudly, for it was massive in size.
“Ow—seriously, who makes chimneys this small—”
“Second, is that you?”
Just as Dark managed to extricate himself, finally,
Free from the clutches of that dastardly chimney—
He came face-to-face with his first obstacle:
Little Cindy-Blue Who, carrying fruits in a bowl.
“Wha… Little Cindy-Blue who?”
That’s right!
Little Cindy-Blue Who, probably much older than two,
Who… was actually awake at this time? But it’s two (a.m.)!
“Oh, no, we don’t actually sleep. Like at all. Except Second, sometimes, but he’s off doing his own thing right now. But uhh, anyways, hi, Dark Lord! What—what’s up? And why are you dressed like…”
And oh, there was a cautious glint in his eyes—
He was nervous! But there was no need for such fright,
Not if Dark wanted his plan to go without a hitch.
So Dark would assure him, and explain his impromptu visit:
“You see, sweet youth—you see, the job of Santy,
“Is to stock up your stockings, and fill them aplenty!
“So that’s what I’m here for—but not you, my dear,
“For this gift’s a surprise, so I can’t have you near.”
And the lie rolled cleanly off The Dark Lord’s tongue,
For he was clever, and sure to fool the young.
And surely enough, Cindy-Blue Who was nodding,
Raring and ready to hurry back to bed a-plodding.
You’re right, Santa Dark, he joyfully exclaimed,
I’ll head right back to bed now! With a turn and a wave.
“What? But I didn’t say anythi—”
And so, with his burlap sack swinging,
And with Cindy-Blue assuaged, standing there beaming—
“Hey, don’t—get back here…!”
The Dark Lord marched onward, his first obstacle cleared!
…only to find four more, all waiting at the door!
(…crap)
Ahem—what a surprise! The Dark Lord gasped,
He can’t believe his eyes, ‘twas something he almost couldn’t grasp—
What a sight, that they’d all come to greet him so,
How happy they must be, to all rush out and greet him so!
“Hey uhh… what’s he saying?”
‘What’s he saying?’ They’re asking what game he’s playing!
They ask why he’s here, and on what he was preying.
But! faced with a barrier of four—
Now five, as Cindy-Blue Who, panting, adds one more…
They all block his path to the far kitchen door,
But has this ever stopped The Dark Lord before? No!
“Hey wait, where are you going?”
Cindy-Blue called when Dark showed no signs of slowing.
“Why’d you come here all of a sudden?”
Said the yellow, placing a hand on his chin.
“The Cindy-blue-what now?”
Slowly asked the red fellow.
“And what’s with the getup?”
Queried Green, looking him from the toes up.
“Oh, Chosen told me he and Dark recently discovered these popular picture books. And ever since then, Dark’s been narrating everything he does in rhyme.”
“Ah, is that why he’s talking like that?”
Yellow asked, eyeing his little Santa’s hat.
“That’s actually kind of impressive,”
Remarked Green, who’s usually quite quick to forgive.
“Ooh, try rhyming something with orange!”
Red said as Cindy-Blue stood next to Orange.
“Please stop calling me that, I don’t even know what it means,”
Groaned Cindy-Blue Who, beside a laughing Green.
“Hey guys, Chosen texted me again just now—apparently Dark is here trying to ‘steal Christmas’ from us—which really just means he wants our log cakes.”
(goddammit Chosen you traitor)
“Wait, that’s it? That’s what that devious plan he was cackling about is?”
“I mean, Blue could always just make another cake. You could’ve just asked if you wanted one.”
“Yeah, and you’re… kind of really bad at sneaking? We could hear you narrating really loudly as soon as you got here.”
“And cursing out Orange’s chimney, too. Geez, that was vulgar…”
“Well,” with a flourish, the orange stick gestures,
Towards the kitchen, where Dark had been hoping to plunder.
“We’ve got some cake, if you want it. Next time just let us know you’re coming before you tear a portal through our wifi. And maybe keep your visits during the daytime, or at least don’t come crawling down my chimney past midnight…”
What was this? Could it be—no, it simply couldn’t be…
But it was! “They’ll stand here and hand Christmas—to me?”
For ‘twas the season of giving, of gifts freely given,
Of gingerbread, batter, and cakes in the kitchen.
And there Dark stood and pondered, and pondered, and pondered,
‘Til a bright thought struck him! One that filled him with wonder:
Could it be, then, that Christmas was not for the taking,
But for shared cheer and laughs and all that in the making?
“Oh, for Adobe’s—just sit down and have some log cake.”
And, well—
‘Twas simply an offer Dark cannot forsake.
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Fic 2: i don't actually have a name for it yet, but i think i'll call it thaw for now
Christmas. ‘Twas a time of joyous laughter and warm embraces, of fireside affections and wintry escapades. ‘Twas the season of giving, be it presents or sweets or even the simplest of smiles—‘twas a time when even the little things, when given to another, are made infinitely precious.
Christmas. ‘Twas an absolutely perplexing holiday, for a stick such as The Dark Lord—and ‘twas a completely pointless one, too, as far as Dark was concerned.
Yet, when a pair of glittery red envelopes arrived at the doorstep of his and Chosen’s cabin in the woods—and when he opened one of them up to find an invitation inside, filigreed in gold and writ upon with a blue gel pen (in rather shaky handwriting, he noticed)—he didn’t immediately turn it to ash. He regarded it for longer than he normally would’ve, longer than he should’ve, turning it this way and that under the light—‘You’re invited!’, it winked up at him. If he didn’t know better just how sappy the animator’s favorite and his friends can be, he would’ve thought this was some kind of taunt.
(“You’re invited!”? who in their right minds would want to invite The Dark Lord, the outernet’s worst cyber-criminal, to something as mundane—as warm alien pointless—as a holiday gathering?)
While he was still winning gots nose at the gaudy invitation, the only other stick around for miles appeared in his periphery—Chosen picked up an envelope, too, when he saw what Dark was studying at the doorway. Dark almost hadn’t noticed when his fr… when his roommate had snuck up behind him, his pronounced footfalls doing little to breach the chasm between them; it was all he could do to stop himself from launching a fireball at Chosen as soon as the latter reached past him (he hadn’t forgotten how well that’d gone for him the last time…)
Clumsily, fumbling with it once or twice, Chosen peeled at the envelope. His invitation was inked in orange instead of blue, littered with tiny scribbled drawings, and written in much neater script, too. Dark couldn’t catch the rest; Chosen always stood with his feet angled toward him these days, so his invitation turned away from view. That, and he’d moved a few paces away from the doorway—and Dark wasn’t interested anyway, he wasn’t. Pointless, he told himself again, it was such a pointless gesture. It was something he didn’t need—The Dark Lord had better things to do, had more important things to do, than to entertain something as small and banal as a Christmas party—it was a pointless affair, that was all it was.
(and yet.)
And yet. Dark wouldn’t be able to say what possessed him to do it; if it was sheer curiosity, a part of him balking at his own degrading wonder—or if it was when Chosen’s fingers tightened their hold on his invitation, carving minute creases into the paper,
and when the other stick’s eyes crinkled, just barely, in tender longing silent laughter only Dark would recognize—when those eyes finally met his, carrying a question and a spark Dark hadn’t seen in so long—he couldn’t find it within him to say no.
(it was Chosen’s idea, he would say later—it was all his roommate’s fault, the first and last person to extend their hand to him, that he was crashing their little party. he hadn’t wanted this, hadn’t needed it—he didn’t need this, he didn’t.)
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If he was being honest—Dark really didn’t have anything better to do than to attend the party.
Ever since he was blasted to kingdom come by the animator’s favorite, ever since a battered Chosen had found him at the foot of a volcano and hauled his near-corpse all the way back to their cabin—in the months since, he’d seldom left their secluded area in the woods to do anything more than take a short walk. His shoulder still smarted from the hole that’d been blown through it, his skin etched with throbbing green scars all over—he couldn’t travel far beyond the bounds of the woods without wilting, robbed of breath. Needless to say, his heydays of ash and destruction were far behind him.
(and even if all his progress hadn’t been deleted, rendered void when Chosen destroyed the rest of his virabots following the “incident”—these days, looking at the place where he’d once stood tapping away at his computer, believing himself the inheritor of a grander purpose than the one dealt to him by the animator—it left an sour taste in his mouth.)
In his current condition, even petty theft seemed beyond his capabilities. Which was going to be a problem, he realized, when he turned to the back of the invitation and saw the damning first rule of the party written in a bold green: “Come in a costume! No costume, NO ENTRY.”
Well, in the state he was in, he wasn’t going to be pulling any heists anytime soon, not even on cheap outfitters—and he doubted any store would simply let a notorious cyber-criminal waltz into their establishment, even just to look around. That left him with only two options: either go through his own closets, or brave Chosen’s minefield of a room to rifle through his. It wasn’t a hard decision to make.
With practiced ease (and only slightly impeded by his still-healing injuries), Dark picked his way past piles of lightly-charred sweaters, discarded bandages, random knick knacks collecting dust over the years, a self-sustaining tornado of trash—all the way across his roommate’s bedroom to reach the far end where the closets were. While Dark considered his fashion sense to be impeccable, none of his clothes really screamed “festive.” It was all something along the lines of “looks like he could kill you” or “warning: would actually kill you.” Chosen’s taste in clothes, on the other hand, was more… eclectic. There was more variety; he’d probably have a better chance finding something acceptable to wear here than in his own wardrobe.
Dark threw open the leftmost closet, a mahogany behemoth with the price sticker still slapped on the left door, and oh, that was—what even was that? No, those pants were too long, and the pair beside them the wrong shade of green—and oh, that’s garish, why did he even think to nab this? What is this even supposed to be, a mop? Or some kind of shawl? That color is way too bright to ever belong on a shirt, that shirt is a visual safety hazard. And what—why aren’t these socks the same, where’s the other one in the pair? None of these socks are the same—is that a pair of googly eyes—
Dark shut the closet door. He should’ve expected this, really; he’d witnessed the affront to fashion that was Chosen’s wardrobe thousands of times before, whenever they had to disguise themselves to go into the city. The two other closets wouldn’t be much better, he knew, but just as he was turning to head back toward the door—had that box always been there?
Tucked away into the corner of the room was a small cardboard box, a little tattered and stained in several spots from years of disuse but otherwise appearing untouched by the surrounding mess. As an expert at navigating Chosen’s room, Dark knew for certain it hadn’t been there the last time he was here (just over three months ago. he’d been scrounging for one of the aprons he’d left in Chosen’s room; it feels like it’s been forever since then.)
It took only a short hop for Dark to reach it. The next second, he was kneeling down in front of it, carefully lifting the top flaps—and sure, maybe a part of him was prodding at him, telling him whatever was in there was probably stashed away in the corner for a reason, reminding him that things are different now, the space between you and him, it’s different now—but that hadn’t ever stopped Dark before
(aaand that's all i have for this second one for now. i'll probs post the rest on ao3 or something if i finish this, but i'll def let you know!)
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but yeah, anywho, that's all—have a wonderful holiday season! :)
#ava gift exchange#ava gift exchange 2023#animator vs animation#animation vs minecraft#alan becker#ava tco#ava tdl#avm tsc#avm green#avm blue#avm red#avm yellow#for the first fic i just wanted to write dark being a goof#while the second was more character-studyish#anywho#it's here! gift exchange! :D
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The World Can Know
I have gotten the request to write a celebrity AU by @rabbitofdeath-atcastleaarrggh based on this post by @autismbarbie (I think). And I have to say I absolutely loved that post so much that I was a little excited to write this.
You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.
It had all started with a drunken tweet. She shouldn’t have been drunk. It was only 2 pm and she was supposed to be working. But she had finished the last song for her album, and somebody had pulled out a bottle of champagne and now she was sipping lukewarm beers in the recording booth and scrolling through twitter.
It was then that Robin Buckley saw a picture of Nancy Wheeler. It wasn’t that she had never seen her before, she had seen Nancy everywhere. A couple of days ago, she and Steve had gone to see one of her movies. And Robin had returned the next day to watch it again. So, she knew of Nancy Wheeler. She had seen her all dolled up in movies and on red carpets. She had spent an embarrassing long time staring at her in that flowy top with her dark red lips at the Paris fashion week just a few nights ago.
The only difference was that all of those times Robin hadn’t been drunk, and therefore had been able to refrain herself from making her tiny obsession public knowledge. But this time as she noticed the picture of Nancy Wheeler in a simple blue shirt, purple cap and sunglasses walking in New York, the same streets Robin walked every single day, she was drunk.
Her fingers were typing out the words before her mind had registered them. Her thumb only hesitated a second before posting the tweet.
Literally dont FUCKIGN talk to me if u r not Nancy wheeler btw!!! dont even say hi i’ll be pissed
She regretted that tweet that same night when a text from Steve told her to check twitter. The memory of her own embarrassment came flooding back and the only reason she opened her account was with the pure intention of deleting the entire thing. That was her intention until she noticed the notification. It was a simple reply, just a simple hi with a smiley face behind it. The main reason Robin nearly went into cardiac arrest was that it was from Nancy freaking Wheeler.
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Talking with Nancy had been surprisingly easy. They had hung out a few times, going for walks after dark and eating take out in Nancy’s luxurious apartment. Robin had even invited Nancy to the recording studio after a mix up with the vocals forced her to drop everything. They often talked until the early morning hours, laughing and crying like kids at their first sleepover.
Now that Robin was able to see Nancy in real life it became obvious that the pictures and movies didn’t do her justice. That she looked best when she woke up with her hair all messed up and her eyes only half open.
It also became obvious that Robin was falling in love with her. Robin had difficulty not staring or stuttering when they hung out. She would always trip over her words whenever she tried to give Nancy a genuine compliment. And when Nancy returned the favor her cheeks would heat up and turn bright red. The words ‘I’m in love with Nancy Wheeler’ might as well have been tattooed on her forehead.
As the months crawled forward Robin and Nancy hung out more and more. Even when Nancy had to go to LA for some promotion material for her newest premiere, they called every night. Robin would listen attentively to Nancy chattering about her day as she stayed up way too late talking the other girl to sleep.
It almost felt like they were dating. Almost.
Robin tried her best not to dream about that possibility. After all, she had already gotten way too lucky to have her idol in her life.
Robin checked her phone for the thousandth time, waiting for a reply from Nancy. But as her screen lit up, she saw nothing but her lock screen. It had been a mere 9 hours since she last received a text from Nancy. She could survive 9 hours without Nancy. She had to.
Robin checked her phone again when the doorbell rang out, echoing through her too empty apartment. She dropped the phone on the couch and got up, shuffling to the door. On the other side stood Nancy Wheeler, her hair wet and dripping raindrops on the floor.
“It’s raining,” she stated as her eyes stared into Robin’s face.
“Nance? What are you doing here? Come in, come here.” Robin pulled her in, nearly hugging her. “I’m going to get you a towel… And— and some dry clothes. You should shower. I thought you were in LA.”
“I just got back. I— Robin, I need to speak with you.”
Robin stopped running around, a pink towel in her hand that nearly dropped to the floor as she saw the expression on Nancy’s face. “Okay.”
“I—” Nancy frowned. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Maybe at the beginning,” Robin offered.
“I don’t know if there is a beginning. And I’m hoping this isn’t the end. I just feel like there is middle. Everything has been the middle. I can’t start at the beginning because there isn’t one. There is just you.”
“Me?”
Nancy nodded, taking a deep breath. “There is just you. And then there is me. And I’m hoping you and me could be an us.” Nancy’s teeth were digging into her bottom lip and Robin worried she’d draw blood.
“What are you—” Realization dawned on her. Nancy’s doe eyes and nervous expressions might have not been enough, but her words were clear. “Oh.”
Nancy nodded again, barely. “Do you think—”
“Yes. I like that. I’d really like to be an us.”
Nancy’s lips turned into a bright smile as she closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together.
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“I wrote you a song,” Robin said about two weeks after their first kiss.
They were laying in Nancy’s bed, cuddling and kissing. It had been heavenly to be cooped up in Nancy’s flat the entire day. It had been marvelous to sink into her mattress and feel her lips all over her body. And now Robin was enjoying the warmth of her girlfriend.
“You wrote me a song?” Nancy asked with a soft voice.
“I did.”
“That is so sweet.” Robin could hear the smile in Nancy’s voice.
“I was hoping you would be in the video.”
“I would love to be in the video.”
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They had agreed to keep their relationship to themselves until the video came out. Which Robin knew, logically speaking, wasn’t very long. It was supposed to be released in less than a month time so it would align with Nancy’s premiere.
But Robin was ecstatic about her new situation, and she had lasted about 3 days after they had agreed. It had at first been a slip of the thumb. She had taken this adorable picture of Nancy and couldn’t not post it. Maybe she could have used a more ambiguous caption than ‘gf reveal’ but she had slipped up. It was Nancy’s fault for being so cute.
It was only when no one believed her that she kept going, that she kept tweeting about Nancy and her dating. Not that it helped.
“They still don’t believe me. It’s insane.”
Nancy laughed softly. “At least I know it’s true.,” she said as she pulled the phone out of Robin’s hands and crawled onto her lap.
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The premiere of Nancy’s movie was scheduled for Friday. The music video was going to drop Thursday. Robin smiled as she thought about it. But tonight, on this beautiful Monday evening, Nancy was curled up into her side as they watched the Late Night Show together. Nancy was on this episode and when she was announced Robin cheered at the screen, much to her girlfriend’s amusement.
“So, we have to ask, is there anyone special you are taking to the premiere on Friday?”
“Well, actually, there is,” screen Nancy answered, and Robin’s eyes widened. “I’ll be taking my girlfriend, Robin Buckley.”
Nancy’s arms tightened around Robin’s waist. “So, I may have told the world.”
“Yeah,” Robin replied, nodding at the screen, not even registering the reaction from the audience.
“You’re not mad, are you?” Nancy looked up with those soft doe eyes.
“Mad? Why would I be mad? I’m delighted. I’ve been talking about it for ages now. All I wanted was you and for the whole world to know.” She lowered her face to press a kiss on her girlfriend’s lips.
#prompts#ronance#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#my work#stranger things#fanfic#robin x nancy#nancy x robin#ronance fic
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Dougson (REGRETAVATOR NPC)
NPC(Dougson) by covnshai
Pronouns: `he/him, they/them`
Floor found: `Arcade`
Can enter the elevator: `yes`
Base HP: `200-400?`
Killable: `yes`
Hostile: `no`
APPEARANCE:
`Dougson takes a resemblance to a fluffy bearded dragon, having yellow and shades of orange blotches and patterns on him. He wears a black cap with a red rim, a black arcade uniform with confetti patterns and a yellow collar, blue shorts and rainbow socks/leg warmers(?). A big star accessory appears to be on his back, a small plate sewn on the back of the uniform. His eyes are small but appear to have no pupils?? His eye color is generally unknown, defaulting to white. He has three big "puffs" of fur with a orange outline on top of his head. He also appears to have no nose(at least not noticeable) but a snout. Dougson is made of confetti.`
DESCRIPTION:
`Dougson will appear behind the prize corner counter with a big red button on the counter beside him in Arcade, they will prompt a minigame in which when you complete it with 10-25 points, they will enter the elevator with you. The minigame they prompt is a TEAM STRATEGY, meaning you can't necessarily do it alone, if you are alone in a public server, the floor will still open for you giving you a chance to grab possible rewards. Though being a private server; Doug will only enter the elevator if 5 points are earned.`
IN THE FLOOR:
Introduction: “hello hello! THE NAME’s DOUG, and I would like to welcome YOU to MY ARCADE!!”
“NOW. Wanna hear something you’ll DEFINITELY enjoy? ME. BUT!! to do that, ya’ needa convince me.”
“Play games to get points! Each game grants ONE point, ya need (10-25) POINTS to win!”
Before he hits the button that starts the minigame:
- “NOW DON’T DISAPPOINT ME! GO GO GO!!”
- “NO TIME TO WASTE! NOW GET STARTED!!”
WHEN SPRAYED WITH SPRAY BOTTLE:
`- STOP IT! YOU'RE GONNA MATT MY FUR!`
`- COLD! COLD!`
`- AYE! I WOULD DO THE SAME TO YOU IF I COULD!`
`- QUIT IT!`
WHEN HIT WITH A SNOWBALL:
`- OW!`
`- QUIT IT!`
`- THIS IS WHY YOU STINK!`
`- HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF I DID THE SAME TO YA?!`
IDLE:
`- people keep saying i look like a cheeto, i AM NOT a cheeto.`
`- i can really go for some pizza right now. Specifically sausage and mushroom.`
`- I don’t like this… enphoso person… seems way too happy…`
`- womp womp`
`- refunds? never heard of em'`
`- this elevator kinda stinks..`
`- Do any of you know what floor is the uh…? …you know what, never mind.`
`- did you know racecar spelled backwards is racecar?`
`- wait until the both of them find out that houses are both concrete and wood.`
INTERACTION:
1. POOB:
-`Poob: "you seem fun! would you like to party?!" Doug: "party?" Poob: "Yeah!" Doug: "there's gotta be pizza and confetti." Poob: "promiseee"`
-`Doug: "womp womp" Poob: "womp womp?" Doug: "womp." Poob: "womp womp!" Doug: "womp."`
2. PEST:
-`Pest: "..." Doug: "..*he’s staring at pest btw*" Pest: "あなたは何が必要ですか？(what do you need?)" Doug: "... nothing."`
-`Doug: "hello!" Pest: "あなたは明るすぎる(you are too bright)" Doug: "what?" Pest: "明るい...(bright...)" Doug: "erm..."`
3. GNARPY:
-`Doug: "why are you green?" Gnarpy: "WHY ARE YOU YELLOW?! BEAVER!!" Doug: "I'm not a beaver."`
-`Gnarpy: "what are you..." Doug: "who knows, not even I know, what am i?"`
-`Gnarpy: "fool!" Doug: "nuh uh!" Gnarpy: "YEZ!" Doug: "nuh uh."`
4. FAN MADE INTERACTION WITH P1ZA by _angryface1 on discord:
-`P1ZA: "Awww.... you want this DELICIOUS pizza? you do? get your own then." Doug: ":("`
EXTRA:
`He will NOT enter the elevator when MR is inside the elevator, instead he will frown and turn into confetti.` `nor will he enter it with DRRETRO in it as well also frowning, but he doesn’t turn into confetti.
Dougson is the only character in regretevator that avoids DrRETRO. This is reference to a bug in the game when Split came out until GASA4 released, where dr retro when aggrovated, will kill the person responsible then 1-3 npcs in the elevator with her purple beam.
He will get off at the Speedrun floor as it's the creator's (me) favorite floor, House Party, and Shop Space.
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Story #1
!THIS IS NOT A PROMPT! please do not copy or use my ideas/designs without my permission.
(this is a wip of 1/2 stories I'm planning on writing if you would like to see more of this please go to the poll i will link) (both stories are gt btw)
Out of the two stories this one is more fleshed out in world and mechanics.
(art included)
It follows 3 main characters. Skoll (mc) Alric (potential lover/enemy) and Ryu (basically little sister of the trio)
Skoll is in a mechanic scholarship at the local university which was built solely for the design and creation of making robots to protect the city.
The robots are made to protect the city from the poisoned plants that have taken over the majority of the land on earth. Virginia one of the only states to keep the majority of it's population safe because of a city called Clean Earth (now the capital of the disbpanded USA) (note: they do not live in Clean Earth, they live in a small town near Clean Earth called CapeArche)
Ryuu and Alric also in the college.
Alric is a model from a rich family who supports the college funds.
Ryuu is a child prodigy (16) who is obsessed with creation and making things function the way her mind sees it.
Somehow they all come together and make a robot.
And now for their designs!
Skoll: Cap
Alric: blonde
Ryuu: teal hair
(the image with the two robots is how Skoll and Alric would look in their Mechs.)
Lastly this is the writing style You will see throughout this project! (Small snippet less then 500 words)
CapeArche. Just a tiny little town on the outskirts of Virginia. You've probably never even heard of it because of course, if you're reading this, you are from any time but the present. I know, rude of me to assume my time period is the present but for simplicity's sake I will assume it is. In my moment in time, the earth is very different from how you see it then. Now I won't go too deep into it since this is a recording of everything and sooner or later you will piece everything together on your own. Sadly I won't get to talk to you one-on-one like this very often in this recounting, and you will just be an observer of the events. I wonder who this will reach honestly, what they will think of me… as a villain or a love-struck hero. I'm guessing that my first impression wasn't very promising. But even so, I'd like you to take a moment and hear my side of the story.
-Recorded memory of year 4026 CapeArche (AP) -after poison-
Thankyou so much for sticking around for the whole thing! :D
Hope you all have an awesome day!
Here is a link to the poll: poll
And here is a link to the other story competing with this one: Story #2
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Kinktober - Day 5
M.list | Rules | Navi. | Kinktober list
Gender: Male reader
Prompt: Aphrodisiacs
Character: Asmodeus
Warning(s): 18+ (duh), Soft Dom bottom Asmo, Sub top reader, riding, slight dacryphilia, scratching
Words: 1,440
A/N: Btw I changed the character from Childe to Asmo just because I felt like it would work more, I'll do Childe at one point but I didn't feel as though he fit the prompt. I probably will post each day on my own time so it might lead into November or I might drop some prompts. For day 6 I'm going to try to write in 3rd person pov to see what I like better cause normally I write in 2nd
Fem aligned, yaoi/fujoshi supporters, pro/comshippers, mlm fetishizers dni you will be blocked
You were in your room studying for an upcoming exam in a few days but some of the questions were giving you trouble. You wanted to ask Belphie or Satan for some help but everybody other than you, Asmo, and Levithan went out to eat at Hell's kitchen. You had wanted to go but decided to stay in your room so you could study, you knew Levi stayed because a new game of his recently came out, and as for Asmo you really didn't know why he stayed.
It had to have been a few hours since the others left when a certain champagne-haired colored demon burst through your door, loudly exclaiming that a new product he had bought just arrived. He wanted to test it on you before he tries it on himself, wanting to make sure it was safe and wouldn't hurt his oh-so-perfect skin.
"Sorry not right now Asmo, maybe another time." You shook your head, looking up at the avatar of lust for a second seeing a pout on his face. "Maybe you can ask Levi or any of the others when they get back?" Shrugging at him you went back to your work hoping he would leave so you could continue but maybe lady luck wasn't on your side because not even 30 seconds later he was throwing a tantrum.
He kept stomping his foot on the ground while tugging at your arm trying to get you up. "Please, please, please! (Y/n)! It will only take a minute!" You let him beg for a while until you finally get bored of him bugging you, with a sigh you get up out of your chair. "Fine, but it can't take too long."
The demon just smiles and drags you behind him to his room. He pushes you to sit on the edge of his bed as he goes into his bathroom to grab it. You awkwardly sit there for a bit while shuffling can be heard in the other room as Asmodeus grabs whatever it is.
Asmodeus soon struts back into the room carrying a fancy-looking black box in his hands, a huge smile on his face. Feeling slightly worried now, you probably should've asked him what the product is before you agreed. With a gulp, you decided to speak up to ask him what the product is.
"So, uh... what is the thing you wanted to show me?" Now he stands in front of you, opening the lid of the box to show face cream. Maybe? It looked like face cream but something was a little different about it. He grabs the bottle and tosses the small black box aside on the floor, he shoves the tube in your face showing it off.
"Okay? So a face cream for?" You push his hand back away from your confused face. Asmo takes a headband and slides it onto your head to keep your hair out of your face. He then pops the cap open and plops some of the pink cream on his index finger, using his knee to push yours open so he can slide in between them.
"Don't worry, it's safe! I only order the best products for of course the best." You roll your eyes before squeezing them shut as he spreads the cold cream on your face, a shiver rolling through you as he covers your face with it. He stops spreading the cream around, wiping the excess on your shirt with you letting out a 'hey!'
You hear him giggle a little, peaking open one eye you see him taking a picture of you. Pushing him away as he laughs louder, before taking a seat beside you. "How long are we supposed to leave this on for?" You asked as you lay back sprawled out on his comfy bed.
He looks at the bottle for directions, reading them out. "It says for 3-5 minutes then use a wet cloth to wipe it off" You nod relaxing, but you only got to relax for a bit as your face started to feel a hint of hotness that quickly spread across your body.
"H-hey Asmo?" You sit up as he lets out a little questioning hum. "Is the cream supposed to make me feel hot?" You query, the hotness getting worse. "I don't think so? Maybe it's me making you act up" Asmo playfully suggests but it doesn't make you laugh.
"I'm serious Asmo, I think we need to remove it." You try to keep your tone cool but your voice cracks halfway through. The demon quickly gets up from the bed with a worried look, he rushes into his bathroom and grabs a damp cloth.
You felt a tightness in your pants, and looking down you see that you were getting hard. 'Oh fuck oh fuck' You think as you grab one of his pillows quickly and place it on your lap, letting out a little moan as it rubs against your uncomfortably hard cock.
He hastily makes his way to you wiping off the face cream to reveal your flushed face. You accidentally let out a whine when his fingers brush over your cheek, you just wanted to die right then and there. It was getting so hot, your clothes felt itchy, and your pants felt too tight.
Looking up at him with teary eyes, you manage to whimper out something "Asmo, please!" You didn't even know what you were begging for, you just wanted relief, wanted your foggy mind cleared. Even if you didn't know what you were asking, it looked like Asmo knew what you needed.
He moves closer to you, and as soon as he was in arms reach you cling onto his shirt. "Take your clothes off, I am going to fetch something love" He says kissing your forehead before making his way back to his bathroom to grab some lube and a condom.
You throw the pillow over beside you, standing up to shuffle out of your clothes only leaving your boxers on. You lay back on the bed, sneaking a hand onto your clothed dick rubbing it, trying to get as much friction as you can.
Asmodeus comes back in with nothing on, as you hazily gaze at him you whine for him to hurry. He walks over to you, setting the stuff down by the pillow. "Honey, you need to take your boxers off." He softly says to you, as you hurriedly shuffle out of them, throwing the piece of fabric somewhere on his floor.
He climbs on top of you, his hands resting on your chest to steady him from your shivering form. "Shh, calm down baby" He whispers to you, his painted nails raking down your chest leaving red marks along your body. Your body felt like a flame was lit inside you, everything was so sensitive, and even a single touch felt like the touch of an ice-cold angel.
Small noises of pleasure continue to leave your mouth, your hands grip the demon's thighs. "Please Asmo, hurry" You sob out, eyes glassy from the tears in them. He doesn't acknowledge your plea, as he slowly takes his time exploring your body. His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, licking and nipping at it as his other hand reaches around to prep himself with the lube he grabbed.
By the time he is done prepping himself you are a moaning crying mess, cheeks tear-stricken as you sob for him to hurry. He reaches over and picks up the forgotten condom ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it onto your hardened cock. He rubs some lube onto it, slowly lifting himself up before slamming himself onto your dick.
You let out a wail, overcomed with so many emotions at once, your nails dig into his thighs as you hold back thrusting into him. Once he was ready to move he lifts himself up to your tip then sliding all the way back down.
"You can move," He says to you through a weak gasp, with the confirmation you need to start to thrust up into him. Both of your thighs are shaking, and his nails dig into your chest and stomach looking like a cat went feral on you. "Go faster baby" He gasps out as you start to speed up, grabbing his hips not letting him move.
You roll him over onto his back, his legs immediately wrapping around your hips. Your back getting the same treatment as your chest did from his nails, you could even feel some of the scratches drip tiny droplets of blood.
[Yall I suck at writing anything less than 1000 words but I'm just wondering would you rather read something that is less than 1000 words or more than 1000? Advice or feedback is appreciated 🙏]
#x male reader#male reader#male insert#obey me x male reader#obey me x male mc#kinktober#asmodeusobeyme#asmodeus x male reader
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"Spencer, what did you do?"
TW Drug use, overdose but no MCD
"Spencer, what did you do?" Spencer heard from the doorway, barely conscious.
What did I do? Where even am I? A bathroom? How did I get here? I thought I was at work. Spencer thought to himself, struggling to keep his eyes open but it didn’t matter either way, his vision was too blurry to make sense of anything around him. He heard yelled though. A lot of yelling.
“Emily! Get Hotch! Someone call 911! Damn it! Kid stay with me, okay?”
Morgan? Is that Morgan? Why would someone need to call 911? Spencer felt someone roll him over on the cold tile floor. He hadn’t even realized he was on the floor until then.
“Spencer, talk to me kid. Come on, keep your eyes open,” Morgan said as he moved Spencer around.
Spencer felt Morgan touch his arm, an odd feeling – like someone removing an IV, and a release of pressure around his upper arm. Oh yeah… I came to the bathroom to get high… Spencer thought as he vaguely saw Morgan cap the needle he had used and set it to the side. I took less than normal… How… Am I overdosing? Spencer thought before his world faded out again.
“Morgan, what happened?” Hotch asked as he rushed into the bathroom, already moving to kneel by Spencer, checking his pulse.
“I don’t know, I don’t know. I saw Reid go to the bathroom like 10 minutes ago, so I came in here to check on him and he was on the floor with a needle sticking out of his arm. Is he going to be okay?” Morgan asked in a panic.
“Reid, Reid! Can you hear me?” Hotch asked, shaking Spencer some. “Prentiss is on the phone with 911. He isn’t answering but he still has a pulse.”
Spencer started to hear people talk around him and he started to come to again, “What…” he mumbled out as he tried to understand what was happening again.
Morgan let out a sigh of relief when Spencer said something, “Just keep your eyes open okay, Reid? Help is on the way.”
Hotch could see the dazed confusion on Spencer’s face, “Reid, you are in the bullpen’s restroom. You overdosed. Can you tell me what you took?”
Overdosed… Heroin… It must have been laced with something else… Spencer thought, taking a second to realize he never said anything. “Her… heroin.” Spencer forced out.
“It might have been laced with fentanyl,” Hotch said, having come to the same conclusion but Morgan’s mind was somewhere else. He had no idea Spencer was using, but it seemed like Hotch knew to some degree, so this had to have been happening for some time.
“ ‘m sorry…” Spencer slurred out and Morgan took a hold of his hand while Hotch moved a strand of hair out of his face.
“We will make sure nothing like this ever happens again.”
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I'm a slow writer but feel free to drop me a 5 sentence ask or a prompt in my ask box 🖤 Btw, I don't always go in order.
#Thank you Maya!#maze's drabbles#drabble#criminal minds fanart#criminal minds#spencer reid#derek morgan#aaron hotchner#could be seen as#hotchreid#moreid#or horreid#or none#up to you#drug addict spencer#more than 5 sentences#1mechanicalalligator ask#i didn't proofread this#I feel like I'm missing a tag
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I'm a little baffled looking back at this year. I just started with digital art in April 2022 with SIM Tony and Hydra Cap. 🥺
Thanks a bunch everyone who left a 💙 or a nice comment or a reblog. I love how supportive this community is. You are amazing! Thank you! Have a wonderful 2023! 💙✨
(I take prompts btw 👀)
#stony#steve x tony#fanart#viewfinder#tony stark#steve rogers#stevetony#art summary#art summery 2022#perl does art
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bruh that last prompt/fic got me thinking… how about a fic about the captain walking in on mac trying on their clothes/armor? 👀 not asking for you to write that scene out from the previous one unless you want to. was thinking a different scenario but hey it’s your fic! great stuff btw
“Captain, unauthorized personnel have entered the Armory.”
“Ugh..Computer, tell me who.”
“Co-Head Engineer Mack Patterson.”
"...I was kinda hoping it was Mark..but I’ll see what he’s up to, thank you.” With a huff, you made your way to the ship’s armory, wondering what the hell Mack was doing there and what he was up to this time.
‘He thinks he can just run around because he’s another head engineer? I don’t fucking think so..’
You were already a bit annoyed as-is, you really didn’t need him adding onto today’s stresses. Yet somehow he always found a way to get on your nerves, especially with his nonstop nagging about being the captain instead of you.
But why was he in the armory? Only ADS personnel, Mark, and you were allowed in there.
Maybe he was just stealing a gun to upgrade. ‘But he doesn’t like handling guns though-’
“Stupid suit..I’ll show the cap anyone can wear this...!!”
Silent, you stood at the now-opened door and saw that Mack had taken pieces of your space armor out of its containment.
You would’ve been yelling at him right now..if not for the fact he was struggling to move around in your boots and was putting on the helmet. His voice was slightly echoing as he held it with shaking hands, unable to see out of it.
This was so amusing that you nearly gave yourself away by laughing.
“How do they see outta this thing?!”
“For one, you got it on backwards.” You finally decided to walk in.
Mack jumped at your voice, before feeling two hands lift the helmet off his head, and he saw you there, smiling. He immediately tensed up, looking extremely flustered. “Cap!! I..uh..how did you know I was here?”
“Computer told me.”
He huffed. ‘Stupid robot, always snitching...’
“So what were you doing in here, Mack?” You put the helmet back on its stand. “Trying to play dress-up with my suit?”
“No, that’s ridiculous. I was just...” For a second he paused, trying to come up with an excuse. “Checking your helmet for dust-”
“It’s self-cleaning.”
“.......”
“You know, it’s cute how hard you try.” Smiling, you returned to him and patted his arm, before looking down at the boots he still had on. “But please remove those boots before you injure yourself.”
The prideful head engineer, however, took offense to your concerns and scoffed loudly. “Don’t chastise me!! I can wear these better than you any day!”
“Mack, I have no time for your arrogance. Take those off now.” You were starting to get annoyed.
“You’ll have to make m-!!!”
But in his efforts to storm away, his legs didn’t cooperate with the rest of his body as he fell forwards. Fortunately you caught him, sighing. “This is what I was talking about, Mack Pat.”
He just stood there, leaning against you with a face red with embarrassment. “H-How can you walk in these like it’s nothing?”
“Because I’ve been working out for a long time, just so my body can support it. So unless you’re willing to push yourself into doing rigorous physical exercise every single day..you’re in no position to tell me if I’m worthy of wearing the suit.”
"....your biggest mistake was not making it out of lighter material, like carbon fiber.” Mack grumbled. “Can I modify it so it’s easier for you to wear?”
“No, only Mark can make modifications. And if I catch you messing with it again, you’ll be on bathroom duty for a week.”
“That’s not fair!!!”
“I’ll make it two if you wanna keep whining.”
“...fine..can you help me out of these boots, cap?”
“Of course.”
#yea i came up with a last name for him on a whim ghshg#clanask#anonymous#iswm 2 x reader#in space with markiplier x reader#iswm mack x reader#mack x reader#armored captain yn
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this is all spanning multiple chapters btw just so that i don't accidentally spam 😭
if i ever got into a fight with san i would fold just with eye contact as well
NO DON'T WALK OVER WITH KYUNGJAE
yangyang being afraid of jeno akdbhjf
not mark's phone numbers being numbered like the iron man suits
MARS IS A DIVORCE CHILD UGH I DID NOT NEED TO CRY
PLEASE THE (ncthree) suho
"i know you're better than that" I'M WHEEZING
no it would be funny if saeron and jihyun said that they were dating though
YES XIAOJUN'S TEAM YNYY
ten got added it's about to get real
AXE THROWING speaking of which i've gone with church guy 10/10 experience i now know that he has impeccable aim unless he gets nervous
ohohohoh it's about to go down
i just realised i went over my break time akbdfn I'll be back in a hour bc i need to go back to my homework
LETS GOOOOOO
NO FR i'd be like "yes sir, sorry sir"
QUEEN RUN. RUN DON'T WALK.
jeno is such a sweetie but boy does not know his strength one time (in prominence verse ofc) those two ran into each other in the kitchen after yangyang unsuccessfully tried to open a jar of jam for his pbj and jeno, also wanting a pbj, twisted that cap like it was nothing and since then yangyang was simultaneously in awe and fear of his strength.
lowk YN should've just replaced them but she's right they're like memories imagine if she used the greek alphabet instead LMFAO
BRO THEY BE DOING THE PARKING LOT TRADE OFFS AHAHAHA
not to be confused with (exo) suho and (astro) suho
JIHYUN BASICALLY SAID "DON'T SETTLE" AHAHAHAHAHA
just to see the flames lowk jihyun would but saeron wouldn't be able to handle it if there's backlash thus prompting yn to suddenly gain the new title of "lesbian defender" on twitter
XIAOJUN'S ONE OF US. he wishes there was a YNYY fanclub
ten has all the dirt he was just waiting for the invite
STOP THAT'S SO HOT- rose damn i see you throwing axes LMAOO
goin down! down town!
lmfao me i used to reread prominence during my study breaks too haha
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