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yournecessaryevil · 9 months

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☆These Games We Play☆

🖤 CHRIS MOTIONLESS X READER ONESHOT 🖤

Summer has officially started, and to kick off the season before their tour, Ricky's decided to throw a party for you and the guys at his place. But you decide to test Chris's patience halfway through the party, and... he isn't having any of it. Then again, maybe that'll work in your favor...

• NSFW; Daddy kink; adult themes (Dom/Sub relationship); fluff; language

☠️ TAGLIST: @synthetic-wasp-570 @darigyu @veroxbarnes @nixwolfe

Summer.

It was the one season people looked forward to the most, a season holding the promise of adventure and other good things to come.

And oh, were there ever so many good things to come for you this time of year. You were getting ready to embark on yet another tour with your boyfriend and his bandmates, and this was sure to be the best one, yet.

But that time wouldn't arrive for at least another two weeks, so to kick off the season (and to give you and everyone else a chance to unwind and take some time off), Ricky had decided to host a backyard gathering at his place.

You had immediately taken a liking to the idea; a break from the stress of touring was much needed, not just for you. Everyone had been rather on edge lately, despite the good show they were all putting on to hide it.

No, today would be a day to just relax, unwind, and share some good laughs... and maybe something else, too. You and Chris were as close as ever, but lately you'd been feeling rather... neglected, if you were being perfectly honest. You knew he couldn't help it, his music was one of the most important things to him, it was what drove him, he needed it.

But lately, you'd been really needing him.

The two of you had a rather unconventional relationship when it came to the bedroom. He had a bit of a dominant streak, not that you minded, of course. You yourself were known to be kind of a brat both in and out of the sheets, something that drove him utterly crazy in all the right ways.

He knew (most of the time) how to tame your inner brat, he'd proven this to you on more than one occasion. It was one of the many things you loved most about him, the way he always knew how to leave you both satisfied and wanting more, all at once.

And it was that very thing you'd been craving all week from him.

So today, you had a plan.

Was it a good one? In retrospect, probably not. Would it get you in trouble with him? Most definitely. But was that exactly what you wanted? Fuck, yes.

It wasn't even a want, at this point.

No, it was a fucking need.

So today you were going to see just how far you could push him, before that dominant side of his would come out to play, before he'd snap and give you exactly what it was you needed: Chris putting you in your fucking place.

A slight grin turned up the corners of your mouth as you snuck a glance over at the empty driver's seat, your mind running through all sorts of scenarios as to how today would go for you. He had no idea, the poor guy...

Leaning over, you laid on the horn for a few seconds, until you saw Chris emerge from the house you two shared, your boyfriend giving you a raised eyebrow as he got into the car. "Someone's impatient today," he teased you, turning the key in the ignition.

You stuck your tongue out at him, unable to hide your grin. "Not my fault you walk slow, old man," you shot back. That earned you a look from him, the look, in fact. It was the look that was a warning, a threat, and a promise all rolled into one.

"Do not be a brat today. I mean that, Y/N. I want you on your best behavior while we're at Ricky's party. Play nice, or it's gonna be a long fucking night for you," Chris warned you, as he pulled the car out of the front driveway.

Ha, you knew that side of him would eventually come out to play! Although, you were more than a little surprised by how quickly it had happened. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment to hide your grin before you reached across the center console, resting your hand atop Chris's.

"No promises," you teased him.

You could practically feel the look he gave you then, and you had to try your hardest to hold back your laugh as the two of you drove out to Ricky's place. Today was going to be something else, that was for damn sure...

"Two more weeks, man. And then we leave."

Chris's answering groan brought a smile to your lips as you sat there by the edge of the pool, your shoes off and feet buried in the water.

"Come on, dude, I don't want to think about that right now," he answered with a shake of his head. Ricky shot him a grin, raising one eyebrow. "Sick of tour life already, are we?" he asked.

"No, see, if that was the case, I'd be like 'Who are you and what have you done with the real Chris?'" you interjected with a grin of your own. Laughter rang out from around the pool, and you winked at Chris, his answering smile creating a sense of warmth in you, a feeling completely different than the warmth brought on by the sun beating down on you all.

He shrugged, running one hand through his blonde hair. "I don't know, I mean, don't get me wrong here. I'm beyond thrilled to be doing another tour with you guys, but... two weeks. That's gonna come fast," he said.

You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped unbidden from your mouth at that moment. Apparently you weren't the only one; both Vinny and Ricky snickered from across the pool as soon as they got the joke, each of them exchanging a furtive look with you.

Chris shot you a questioning look, and a slow grin spread across your face as you quickly raised both eyebrows at him. "You know what else is gonna come fast?" you began, exchanging another sly glance with the boys before your gaze slid back to Chris.

In that moment, it must've finally clicked for him, because he gave you a warning look, similar to the one he'd given you in the car.

"Y/N..." he started, raising one dark eyebrow at you. His eyes remained locked on yours, but the longer you stared back, the more you noticed certain things, little things.

One corner of his mouth twitched up briefly, like he was fighting back a smirk, as he continued to stare at you. Oh, so he had found it funny, though, hadn't he? Your grin widened a little as you scooted closer to him, leaning over to whisper in his ear.

"I bet you can make me come fast."

The timing couldn't have been better; you leaned back just in time to see Chris's mouth fall open in shock, those brown eyes widening, a barely audible gasp the only thing being heard above the faint music drifting over from the small portable speaker by the pool.

"What? What'd she say?"

"Dude, what did she tell you?"

The guys' questions went ignored as Chris sat there, stunned and speechless for a moment. He wasn't the only one; a quick glance around the edge of the pool showed you that every single one of his bandmates was watching, waiting to see what Chris's next move would be... or what your next move would be.

"You did not just go there, not here, at Ricky's-?" Chris started, trailing off for a second.

"Y/N, you-" he began again, but like before, he stopped mid-sentence.

"Damn, Y/N, I think you broke him," Justin suddenly spoke up, trying not to laugh.

"Dude, he's fucking speechless!" Vinny laughed.

"What did you say to him?" he added with a grin, raising a brow at you.

You grinned back at him, shrugging.

"Ask Chris," you answered, sneaking another glance at the man in question beside you.

He was still staring at you, but now there was a hint of something darker in those brown eyes of his.

"Say it again, I'm gonna toss you in the pool," he warned you. And yet, despite the warning, there was that same hint of a smirk from before.

"Go ahead, I'll pull you in with me," you shot back, sticking your tongue out at him with a cheeky little grin.

One dark eyebrow arched up, and he leaned in to whisper in your ear this time.

"At least then you'll already be wet for me."

Now it was your turn to be rendered speechless for the moment.

Chris leaned back with a satisfied smile, looking all too pleased with himself.

Shooting you a wink, he got up from the edge of the pool, nodding over at Ryan.

"I need to go help him with food prep, do me a favor and behave, Y/N," he told you.

You were still too stunned to speak, merely nodding in response and watching him walk away.

Game fucking set and match on his end, then. You'd have to get a bit more creative...

Ricky's laugh broke through your thoughts, as he sat down next to you.

"Sounds like someone's in trouble," he teased you, lightly nudging you with his shoulder. You snuck a glance behind you, watching Chris, unable to help the soft smile that made its way onto your face.

There was just something about the way he moved, gods, you could watch him all day.

And then he happened to look up at that exact second, his eyes meeting yours. A slow smile spread across his face, and he winked at you before going back to helping Ryan with getting lunch prepped for the day.

Turning back around, you nudged Ricky with your shoulder. "Hey, don't tell him this, but... I've been kind of a brat today because I'm actually sort of hoping he'll reach his breaking point and... you know," you told him.

He grinned, casting a quick glance in Chris's direction before his eyes met yours again.

"Ah. Yeah, no, I get it. We've been kind of busy with touring and I know you guys haven't exactly had any time to be alone together," he started, an awkward little smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.

"I mean, I will say this: if things do work out for you today, I've got the extra guest room you guys can use, just so you know. Just... clean up when you're done," he said, trying not to laugh.

"Also, if you really wanna get him to his breaking point quick, let me know, I'll gladly help you out," he grinned. You were unable to keep from laughing at that, the sound drawing Chris and Ryan's attention.

"What're you Girl Scouts laughing about over there?" Ryan asked. His question only made you laugh a little harder, you and Ricky exchanging a furtive look with each other.

"You gonna?" he asked in a voice low enough for only you to hear.

You grinned in response, merely nudging him in the side and nodding in Chris's direction.

Getting up from the edge of the pool, you turned to face Chris, your heart racing with anticipation of what you were about to do.

"Eyyo, Christopher! Lemme get that dick!" you called out, heat flooding your cheeks as you waited for his reaction.

And oh, was it ever the reaction you were hoping for.

He turned around to face you, his mouth open, eyes wide, and brows raised to the fullest extent.

"What did you just say??"

He took a warning step towards you, giving you that look you loved so much, his head tilted ever so slightly to the right.

But you weren't going to let him rattle you that easily. No, you were going to see this through.

"I mean, I can say it again if you'd like?" you answered, biting back a grin. He took another step forward, that warning look still in place. Silence once again settled over the group, the only sound being that of the music streaming softly from the speaker by the pool.

Your gaze shifted to land on Ricky; he was watching the two of you with a poorly concealed grin on his face, and when his eyes met yours, his smile only grew wider, like he was on the verge of laughing.

"Y/N."

Immediately, you glanced back at Chris, your eyes widening when you noticed he'd gotten more than a step or two closer to you still.

"First of all, wildly out of line of you to ask me that, here in front of the guys. And secondly... excuse the ever loving fuck out of you, that's not how you ask me, now try again," Chris spoke firmly, his eyes never wavering from yours.

You started to sneak a glance over at Ricky again, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chris shake his head at you.

"No, don't look at him, he's not gonna help you. You wanted to start this little game of yours, now you're gonna finish it," he said. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.

"Oh, I'll definitely be able to finish, will you?" you grinned, waiting for his reaction.

Someone laughed, and Chris shot them a sideways glance, before those brown eyes met yours again. "That's one. Try again," he said, his voice dangerously low and smooth.

You bit your lip in anticipation, mentally weighing your options here.

On the one hand, if you played this his way, there was no guarantee that you would get what you wanted, what you needed. But on the other hand, if you played this your way... well, there was still no guarantee of that, either.

You supposed you'd just have to fuck around and find out, then.

"Er, um... may I please get that dick?" you repeated your earlier request, albeit a little more politely this time around.

The expression on Chris's face seemed to soften, and he took another step towards you. "There, see? Now wasn't that a much better way of asking me?" he said softly.

"Pfft, no," you answered, before you could stop yourself.

Almost immediately, both eyebrows were raised again, before he narrowed his eyes at you, though you could swear you saw him smirk for the briefest of seconds.

But then with three more steps, he was suddenly in front of you, picking you up and holding you over one shoulder, like one would with a disobedient child.

"That's two. You're done," you heard Chris say.

Your mouth fell open in protest, and you turned to look over your shoulder at him as best as you could.

"Wait, what happened to three?? You know, three strikes and you're out?? You don't play fair, Cerulli!" you protested.

"Nope, you're done. And I don't want to hear it, you don't exactly play fair either, Y/N," he answered.

You could hear the slight amusement in his voice, could practically see the smirk on his face, at this point.

Ricky laughed, getting up from the edge of the pool. "Tour update: Y/N is a brat, and Chris... is not having it," he teased.

"Yeah, not helpful, Olson," you heard Chris say, but even he couldn't keep the smile out of his voice. "You wanna finish helping Ryan out for me? I've got a brat I need to take care of," he added.

Ricky nodded, and you heard Vinny laugh from where he was sitting by the edge of the pool. "Ooh, you're in trouble!" he called out, grinning.

A few catcalls and laughs ensued from the rest of the group as Chris began heading towards the house, still carrying you rather unceremoniously over one shoulder.

As soon as the two of you were in the house and out of earshot of the others, Chris set you down, a dark look now present in those warm and (usually) gentle brown eyes.

"You wanna explain to me why you're being such a little brat for me today, Y/N?" he asked, casting a quick glance over his shoulder.

Ooh, did he really want the honesty? Or was it perhaps better not to clue him in? To be fair, you were already this far, it wouldn't make sense to back out now, right?

Biting back a smirk, you shrugged.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, I've been so mild today," you said, trying to remain casual.

On the inside, you were a mess. He was reaching his breaking point, you could feel it.

Just a little more...

"Besides, if I'm such a brat, why don't you do something about it?" you sassed him.

Something in his gaze hardened; this was it...

"Yeah, you know what, I think I will. Bedroom. Now. Go," Chris answered, voice firm.

Ha, this was it, finally...!

You stood your ground, waiting.

And he promptly picked you up, putting you over one shoulder again and carrying you down the hall, towards the guest bedroom Ricky had told you about earlier.

He tossed you down onto the bed, not giving you any time to catch your breath before he was leaning over you, quickly pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, the other curling gently around your throat.

"You gonna behave now?" he asked, his voice low and face mere inches from yours.

You stared back at him, your gaze rather defiant as you shook your head at him.

"Mm. Wrong answer, Y/N," Chris breathed.

He closed the distance between the two of you, his mouth finding yours in an instant, all tongue and teeth and dark seduction, the promise of being left unable to walk lingering behind every rough kiss he pressed to your lips.

A groan slipped unbidden from your throat, and you heard him groan in response, his mouth moving urgently against your own. "Mm, safeword?" he breathed out, in between harsh kisses. "Porcelain," you breathed back, earning a hum of approval from Chris.

"Good girl," he muttered, his words sending a chill down your spine. His grip on your throat tightened briefly before he let go, pulling back to admire the way you were still pinned beneath him.

"Fuck, I've missed seeing you like this," he sighed, running his free hand through his blonde hair. The hint of a smirk rested on that perfect mouth of his, a mouth that was as sinful and dirty as it was pretty.

Releasing your wrists, he stood up, staring down at you with that familiar look in his eyes.

You knew that look, it was only the same one he'd worn in the countless scenes you two had done together since you'd learned of his dominant side.

Fuck, did you love his dominant side...

"Stay still. We're gonna play a game, you and me. You're not allowed to move, you're not allowed to make a single fucking sound. Understand?" he said.

The minute you opened your mouth to answer him, he raised a brow at you.

"I mean it. Not a sound. Trust me, you make the prettiest fucking noises for me, but that's just it: they're for me. Not my bandmates. Got it?" he asked. You nodded, earning an approving little pat on the head from him.

"Better, that's my good girl," he murmured.

With that, he leaned down, leaving little kisses along the exposed skin of your throat, finding your sweet spot so easily. It took everything in you to hold back your moan, the noise instead escaping as a barely audible whimper.

And yet, Chris still heard it.

He paused for a moment, lifting his head to give you a warning look, before leaning down again, marking up that sweet spot at the base of your throat. "Better be quiet..." he warned you, in between kisses.

You were trying, honestly! He was making it ever so difficult, though. One more kiss here, one more kiss there... fuck, he really wanted you to suffer, didn't he?

Another small whimper slipped free from your mouth, and you could both see and feel the smile that briefly turned up the corners of his mouth as Chris glanced up at you again.

"Do I need to gag you? Is that what you want?" he asked. You shook your head at him, and he raised an eyebrow at you. "Then I need you to stop, and be quiet for me. Be a good girl, or you lose the game. Understand?" he said.

You nodded, Chris's answering smile of approval bringing a smile of your own to your face. "Up, now. I want this off," he told you, tugging on the hem of your shirt. You did as you were told, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. "Everything?" you asked, biting back another smile as you let the shirt fall to the floor.

"Everything, everything. All of it," came Chris's answer, his voice trailing off as he watched you undress for him. But when you went to undo the ties at the sides of your swim bottoms, he shook his head at you. "No. Down," he ordered you.

Lying back against the bed for him, you watched with baited breath, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, as he leaned down and took the ties between his teeth, tugging them free. Fuck, that had to be the hottest thing you'd seen him do all day...!

He did the same thing to the ties on the other side before standing up again, his hands making quick work of discarding your swim bottoms, casting them aside. You now lay exposed before him, every inch of you waiting to be ravished and ruined by him, just like you wanted, like you needed.

"Fuck," he swore under his breath, staring down at you in awe, like a blind man seeing the sun for the very first time. "So fucking beautiful, Y/N," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. His touch was no less gentle than it had been earlier; he wanted this just as much as you did, he needed this too.

"Chris," you moaned his name, reaching down to grasp the hem of his shirt, but he stopped you before you could get any further than that. "Mm, no, Y/N, I thought I told you not to move," he murmured, breaking the kiss to stare down at you, those warm brown eyes holding you captive and scorching your very soul alive.

"But I want to touch-" you started. He shook his head at you, a hint of a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "Only good girls get to touch," he answered. Leaning down, he whispered in your ear, his voice low and full of amusement.

"And you haven't been a good girl for me today, have you, baby?"

Before you could stop yourself, you shook your head no, staring up at him with wide eyes. Gods, he already had you tiptoeing the line into subspace for him. Fuck, he was good...

You watched as he stripped himself of his shirt, and your breath caught in your throat when you saw the inked up expanse of his bare skin. You wanted him so bad, you wanted to run your fingers over his ink, trace every line, every curve, you wanted to taste him, you needed him so fucking bad...!

A whine escaped unbidden from your throat, earning you a chuckle from Chris. "Aw, my sweet girl's all pent up, isn't she?" he teased you, before finally ridding himself of his swim trunks. You sucked in a rattling gasp, nodding frantically as he leaned over you, kissing up the side of your throat, eventually finding the spot below your right ear.

"It's too bad she's been a brat all day," he whispered in your ear, his words only working to pull another whine from the back of your throat. "Shh, lucky for you, I'm not mean enough to just leave you like this," he added, leaning back to look down at you, his gaze softening.

"But," he added with a grin, "I'm also not gonna sit here and just give you what you want, not that easily." Leaning forward again until his face was inches from yours, he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"You want this dick so bad, Daddy's gonna make you fucking work for it," he told you. His words sent a hot spike of arousal straight to your core, where you needed him the most, and it took every ounce of whatever self control you had left to not sink all the way into subspace for him.

"Oh, but it'd be so easy!" your inner thoughts protested, pleaded, even.

Fuck it.

You stared up at him, your gaze locked with his. Chris knew, too. He knew in that moment, he had you exactly where he wanted you. Fucking checkmate, right?

"You gonna be a good little whore for me, Y/N?" he asked, staring down at you. Fuuu- if he kept talking like that, you wouldn't last long around him. You nodded, too stunned and too far gone to speak properly.

Not that he minded, of course. No, he was in full Dom mode, he knew exactly how much power he held over you right now. "That's my good girl," he muttered, before reaching out and tapping you twice on your inner thigh.

"Up, I want you on your knees. Now," he told you. You complied ever so easily, the prospect of you getting what you want lingering around the corner, just out of your reach. He wanted you to be a good little whore for him, you could do that, no problem...

You knew what he wanted without him even having to ask, you two had done this dance many, many times before. That, and he was making it ever so obvious; he was already so aroused and so hard for you. Kneeling down, you took him easily into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat.

Fuck, you could already taste him, you'd missed this so much. The minute you had your hot little mouth wrapped around his dick, Chris released the dirtiest, ungodliest of moans, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head, his fingers winding themselves through your hair and holding you in place.

"Fuck, good girl, fuck, just... just like that," he groaned, watching you go down on him, take him, every fucking inch, all the way to the back of your throat-- fuck, you were doing so good for him-!

He watched with a mix of arousal and awe, his grip on the back of your head tightening slightly, his hips rising ever so carefully to meet you halfway. Brown eyes widened, Chris's head falling back as you moaned around him, an echoed groan of his own filling the hushed silence of the room.

Holy- how the fuck could you take him as deeply as you were?? Then again, he wasn't sure why this should surprise him, you'd always done so well for him, more than deserving of any and every ounce of praise he'd ever given you.

"There we go, good... fuck, good girl," Chris panted softly, every exhaled breath trembling on his tongue. "Not such a brat now, are we?" he added with a breathless laugh. You paused a moment, lifting your head to meet his gaze, making a face at him and baring your teeth.

He smirked, trying hard to hide his laughter. "Aw, little kitten thinks she's so tough. But look at her, such a pretty baby, kept all quiet with her mouth around my dick," he cooed at you. God, the filthiest things that could come out of this man's mouth-!

You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks, your blood pounding a frantic staccato within your veins, Chris's words echoing in the forefront of your mind. You gave him your best doe-eyed expression, watching intently as his own expression shifted, his grin faltering as the cracks started appearing in his calm facade.

In the few beats of silence that followed, you could hear the sharp hiss of breath escaping his lungs, his eyes locked intently on yours. The minutes seemed to tick by before he finally spoke, his voice trembling and his words seeming to stumble over each other in their haste to get out.

"D-don't... don't do that, don't look at me like that, kitten..." he pleaded with you in a breathless whisper.

Ha... who was in control of who, again?

A smirk playing at the edges of your mouth, you cast your eyes downward again, your hands moving up to grip the tops of his thighs, fingers digging in as you pulled him in deeper once more, a low groan rising up from the back of your throat.

Any further pleas Chris may have had for you died out on his tongue, another sharp exhale hissing from between his teeth as he watched you, his entire being held wholly and utterly spellbound by your every fucking move.

You could feel his grip on your hair loosen, his hand falling to rest at his side, his self-control starting to slip ever so much further with every touch of your hands, your tongue. You could tell the moment he was close, his fingers tensing and gripping tightly at the bedspread beneath him, his hips rising to meet you halfway.

"F-fuck, Y/N-!"

The way your name left his mouth, spoken like a swear word, like a sort of forbidden oath--

You were completely done for after that, all self-control you may have had, just... gone.

You only had the briefest of warnings from him, before he was coming undone for you, the taste and feel of him heavy on your tongue and in the back of your throat, as sweet and addictive as novocain...

He was your drug, your fix.

And you doubted you'd ever be able to get enough of him.

His climax easily added fuel to the fire of your own, but you knew better. If you came now, that was it, game over. You knew how he was as a Dom, he'd make you wait...

Holding back a groan, you let your eyes drift upwards, meeting his. "Don't swallow yet, baby, I wanna see," he told you, head falling back as he tried to catch his breath, one hand rising to run through his hair.

You slowly pulled back, releasing him from your mouth as you sat up on your knees for him, waiting patiently and trying your hardest not to swallow. His composure regained and that smooth, calm facade back in place once more, Chris reached out with one hand to gently grab you by the chin as he leaned forward, his gaze intent on yours.

"Open up, pretty little brat, let me see..." he breathed.

Eyes wide, you nodded, easily giving in to his demands, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him, putting on full display the mess he had created for you.

Chris stared back at you in awe, taking note of the way his cum dripped from the tip of your tongue, spilling down your chin, your throat, his hand...

"Look at that, look at you, you beautiful, messy little girl," he whispered, pride in his voice, his brown eyes softening as he smiled down at you.

Ah, and there it was... that feeling you always craved, the part you most looked forward to whenever you two did this together.

The way he would give you praise, it was indescribable. He wouldn't just praise you for the sake of doing it, no, oh no. He would go so much further than that, always.

He had a certain way of making you feel so completely special, like everything about you mattered, everything about what you did and who you were just mattered.

Because to him, it did matter. You did.

The softest of whimpers left your mouth, your gaze held captive by his own.

This was one of the parts Chris secretly loved too, seeing you like this, so soft and sweet and pure for him... even though he knew better, you both did.

The moments where you were so open for him like this were incredibly rare, this show of vulnerability was something only he got to see.

Another small noise left your open mouth, regaining his attention. "Shh, I know, baby. Swallow for me, every last drop," he spoke softly, leaning forward to kiss you gently on the forehead.

You did as you were told, swallowing the taste of him, a bittersweet feeling of emptiness lingering behind afterwards. That was the part you hated, no longer being able to taste him, to feel him on your tongue, in the back of your throat.

But Chris knew the feeling just as much as you did, he always knew.

With the softest of touches, he used his thumb to clean up what was left, pushing lightly at your lips, watching as you eagerly opened up for him, taking him into your mouth, indulging in what remained of the taste of him.

Releasing his thumb from your mouth with the smallest of bites, you sat back on your heels, staring up at him with those doe eyes. He smiled back at you, reaching out to stroke the side of your face.

"Such a good girl for me, you did so good. Here, come here, pretty baby," he cooed, beckoning you to him. You climbed up into his lap, one leg on either side of him as you wrapped your arms around him, holding on to him like he was your only lifeline.

"Let me take care of you, Y/N, give you what you need," he whispered in your ear, drawing you close to him. You only too easily complied, letting him have full control, slipping as far into subspace as he could get you to go.

He entered you slowly, wanting you to feel every fucking inch of him, down to the last. Unified groans echoed through the quiet of the room, his fingers digging in to the velvet softness of your hips, clutching you to him like he was going to lose you.

Only he wasn't; you were his as much as he was yours, you were here to stay...

His name left your mouth, a hushed plea for him, all of him, everything he could ever give you.

"Shh, I know, I'm here, m'gonna make you feel so good..." came Chris's muffled reply, his face buried against the side of your neck as he placed soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses along the skin there.

You let your head fall back, eyes closing and lips parting in a silent groan, fingertips brushing along Chris's back, nails digging in ever so slightly to leave tiny half-moons patterned over the surface of the skin.

His breath left him in a quiet hiss, one of his hands moving up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close to him as he left deep kisses along the exposed skin of your throat, leaving his mark on you, taking claim to what was his.

A bit ironic, wasn't it? He'd always told you purple was a good color on you...

The sweetest of noises left your mouth for him to hear, drawing out a mirrored echo of his own, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting softly at your shoulder.

Fuck, he didn't think he'd ever be able to get enough of you, even as close as he was to you in this moment, right here and now...!

He wanted you in every way he could have you, he had every fucking intention of it, you'd asked him so nicely before, hadn't you?

Sure, you'd also been kind of a brat and gotten him entirely too riled up all day, but-- wait. Was that why you-? Is this what you had been after the entire time, what you had craved so badly from him-??

A low groan slipped free from his throat as he bit at your shoulder again, before soothing the bite with the gentlest of kisses. His fingers dug into you as his hips rose to meet yours, pushing him deeper into you than he'd ever been, than he could ever hope to be.

The softly exhaled swear word that left your mouth at the miniscule movement was enough to make him slip up and smile, a quiet laugh rising from his throat.

"Is this what you were after, huh, baby? Is this what you've been wanting, why you were such a brat for me earlier, hmm?" he breathed, thrusting up into you and earning another whispered expletive from you.

You were too far gone, too far entrapped by him to be able to answer properly. A mere nod was all you could manage, your head falling forward so you could bury your face against the side of his neck, choking out your soft moans.

"You poor, sweet baby, all you had to do was tell me that you needed to be fucked, you didn't have to be a brat to get my attention..." Chris said softly, trying not to laugh.

"I ddnt knw cld..." came your muffled reply.

"Hmm?" Chris breathed, waiting for you to repeat yourself.

"I didn't know I could," you reiterated softly, lifting your head to meet his gaze. Chris's answering laugh caused the heat to flood your cheeks again, as you blushed.

"Y/N, sweetheart... you know you can ask me anything, yeah? Mm, you've got to tell me if I'm not giving you enough attention," he answered, leaning forward to kiss you on the cheek, your chin, down towards your throat, your shoulders.

"Doesn't matter if I'm with the guys, if you need me, pull me aside and let me know you need some time away..." he added, brushing soft kisses along your collarbones. "I'm sure they'll understand, at least half of them know what it's like," he continued in a murmur, dotting more featherlight kisses along your skin.

"What what's like?" you gasped softly, head falling back again as Chris's hips rose to meet yours in another particularly deep thrust. He had to choke back a groan before he was able to answer you, his fingers flexing tightly along your hips for a moment.

"Fuck..." he groaned, eyes closing as he sat there, buried deep within you, forehead resting against your shoulder for a second.

"They know..." he breathed out, eyes reopening as he lifted his head to look at you, "they know what it's like to have a girlfriend to come home to, someone they're just so incredibly desperate, so hard up for, the entire fucking time we're on tour..."

His hand slid from the back of your head, down, down to instead grip the back of your neck, fingers flexing softly, tightening ever so gently, holding you in place as he slowly fucked you, every thrust deeper and more sensual than the last one before it.

You cried out as the waves of dark ecstasy ebbed away just at the surface, threatening to overtake you and drown you in their depths at any given moment. You were close, you were so very close, he was so good, too good, everything was too warm, too stifling, fuck-!

Chris's answering moan fell in perfect synchronicity with your own sweet sounds, creating a seductive little symphony only the two of you would ever be able to hear.

"Fuck, I know, baby, you're so close, Daddy's close too, fuck..." he groaned, his head falling forward to rest against your own.

"Just a little more, hold out a little longer for me, hmm? Gonna make you feel so fucking good, fuck you so full of my cum, breed you 'til you fucking drip for me, baby..." he added, keeping up the dirtiest stream of whispered profanities against your skin, his hand tightening on the back of your neck.

"Chris, please-!"

Your begging only added fuel to the blaze growing hotter between the two of you, your desperate pleas sending him chasing after that high, right over the edge--

And you fell down with him, oh fuck, did you fall fast and hard with him--

Chris barely had time to growl out the words "Cum for me, Y/N", before you were doing just that, his name leaving your mouth in the loudest of cries. You were sure if his bandmates hadn't heard the two of you before, they would now.

But you didn't give a fuck.

You were so lost in those waves, so lost in him, to even care.

The way he held you down tightly against him, the way he was so intent on making you feel every inch of him, every drop of seed he had to give you--

It was too much, it wasn't enough, it was... it was everything--

"Fuck, Chris, fuck--!" you ground out, your breath leaving you in sharp, gasping exhales as you clung tightly to him, holding on desperately.

Your thighs trembled beneath you, and yet... you didn't drown, not completely. Chris held you as tightly as you held him, the two of you keeping one another aloft through it all, riding the high until there was nothing left to take, nothing left to give.

The inside of your head felt blissfully like radio static, as if someone had left it carelessly unattended between channels, the white noise filtering through to your brain, to your very nerve endings.

Chest heaving, breaths trembling, you collapsed against him, the weight of Chris's embrace a comforting presence as you came down from your high. Little did you know your very presence was of great comfort to him as well, the two of you guiding each other back home.

"You- I... fuck," you gasped out in a breathless whisper, unable to find the right words. But at this point, words became unnecessary, a sort of unspoken agreement forming amidst the aftermath. Chris knew, he always did...

He sat there for a while afterwards, holding you close to him, not quite ready to let you go, not just yet. If he was being honest, he felt rather selfish in that moment. It wasn't enough, he still needed you, needed to feel you, to taste you...

"Here, lie down for me, baby..." he murmured, helping you up as he slowly withdrew from you. The sharp hiss you let out at the feeling of emptiness afterwards, oh, how he hated that sound. But he'd make up for it, he'd see to it, you'd see...

The minute you were lying prone and soft for him, Chris gently parted your legs, immediately leaning down to kiss you in that most intimate of places, working with tongue and teeth to cleanse you, but fuck, the taste-!

He groaned against you, the muffled sound being unwillingly ripped from his throat, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you in place as he instead devoured you, every taste of your essence and his heavy and seductive on his tongue... he wanted more.

No, fuck that, he needed it.

And the way your fingers tangled tightly in his blonde hair, pulling harshly as he ate you out so deep, fuck-- he needed more of it, he needed all of it.

And you-!

You'd swear up and down, Chris was practically made for eating pussy, holy fuck-

It was one of the things he was particularly skilled in, the way he could have you coming unraveled at the seams for him just like that...

Fuck-!

Your thighs shook, a harsh cry tearing itself free from your parted lips as you came for him, Chris using that sinful mouth of his to fuck you through not one, but two orgasms, holy-!

You tugged harshly at his hair, his answering hiss sending a flush of heat straight through to your core, shoving you carelessly, blissfully, over the edge one last time, before Chris decided to show you mercy.

"N-no... more..." you gasped out, panting softly for him. "Safeword?" he breathed, lifting his head to stare up at you through heavy eyes, those warm brown irises scorching through to your soul.

You shook your head at him, unable to respond vocally. But much like before, words were unnecessary with the two of you. He leaned back, taking you by the hands and gently pulling you up to cradle you to his chest, hugging you tightly.

You were done, you had reached your limits.

But that was okay with him, you had done more than what he'd expected of you, much like you always did.

It was one of the things he had come to grow fond of, with the relationship you two had.

"Fuck, you did so good for me, baby. 'M'so proud of you," Chris murmured against the top of your head, his fingers tracing light circles along your back, tracing up your spine, working to bring you back down to earth, back to him.

You were much too exhausted to respond, instead settling for a soft hum of acknowledgement, your breathing eventually returning to normal as you left your high behind.

Only then did you finally take note of one minute detail that had previously escaped your notice.

The door to the guest bedroom had been left open, the entire time you and Chris had fucked.

Anybody could have walked past, could have seen you and Chris like that...

"Fuck..." you mumbled.

"Hmm?" came Chris's soft reply.

"The door. It got left open," you answered in a tired murmur.

There was a moment's silence before you and Chris both looked at each other, neither one of you suddenly able to keep from laughing.

When the laughter had died down, Chris cast a look over his shoulder at the door. "Probably a good idea to close that next time, yeah?" he remarked, turning back to grin down at you. You nodded, your cheeks flushing at the thought that one of his bandmates might have seen the two of you.

And then Chris's words clicked into place.

"Wait, next time? You mean that?" you asked softly, a hopeful look in your eyes. He nodded, smirking down at you. "You don't think I'm gonna let you get away with this twice, do you?" he teased you, leaning down to kiss you.

You grinned, shrugging as you kissed him back. "Maybe? I got you this time, didn't I?" you teased him in response. "Mm, no," he answered, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before releasing it, "no, baby. I got you."

You leaned back to pout at him, earning another laugh from him. "Alright, how about this? Truce?" he asked, holding out a hand. You eyed it dubiously for a second, before finally relenting, shaking his hand. "Alright. Truce," you agreed. "For now," you added a moment later, unable to keep from smirking.

Chris raised both brows at you, before calling you a brat. Although, judging by the faint smile on his face, you knew he didn't mean it.

And you were right, he didn't mean it. You were his good girl, you'd always been, always would be...

"I mean, you guys cleaned up in there, right? I'm not gonna find anything... questionable... later?" Ricky asked, raising an eyebrow at Chris. There was some light laughter amongst the rest of the guys, as they all sat gathered around the open, brightly blazing fire-pit.

The last rays of the dying sun had long since bled out, leaving nothing but ink and gemstones and a silver smile gracing the skies. Food had been eaten, drinks had been had, laughter had been shared, and now that things were winding down, you had ended up falling asleep in Chris's lap, your head resting on his shoulder.

Chris made a face at Ricky, earning more laughter from his bandmates. "Of course we cleaned up. Besides," he said, glancing down at your sleeping form in his lap, "I think she needed this today."

"How long had it been for you guys again?" Ryan asked, arching an eyebrow. "Too fucking long," came Chris's instant reply.

A few low catcalls and whistling ensued from some of his bandmates, earning them all an eyeroll from Chris. "Sooo... tour update: Y/N's no longer a brat?" Ricky teased, grinning.

Unable to hide his own grin, Chris shook his head, glancing down at you again and placing a soft kiss atop your head as you slept. "No... she just needed a little extra attention from me today, that's all..." he answered.

"Dude, you're so fucking soft for her," Vinny grinned. "Yeah, man, I don't think I've ever seen you like this with anybody, our fans included," Justin agreed.

Ricky snorted, casting a sideways glance at his friend. "It's cause he loves her," he said with a wink. Chris waved him off with a smile, but he knew his bandmate was right.

He did love you, more than he ever thought he could, more than he thought he deserved to. How he'd ever been lucky enough to land someone as special as you... that was still, and probably would always be, a mystery to him.

"Oh and by the way, you guys were totally loud," someone suddenly spoke up, earning another round of laughter from everybody.

"Shut up, we were not!"

A/N: I know this one was a bit of a long read, I do apologize. But for those of you who stuck around and made it all the way to the end, I want to very humbly thank you and hear what you thought of this one! (Also, if you think I should do more of these, please let me know in the comments and REBLOG! Every little bit helps! Thank you so much, fellow Creatures! 🎃

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ghostgirl101 · 1 year

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Dating Wednesday Addams Would Be Like This:

A/N: I've been wanting to write something for her for a while, and I feel like this is long overdue 🙃 requests are still open if you have anything in mind you'd like to see for Wednesday or the other characters included on my pinned post. Enjoy reading.

☠️• How did you manage to capture the attention of a certain eccentric, gothic young lady? Maybe you're just quieter than the rest, and unlike everyone else, there's something about you that she can't quite place. Whatever it is, it infuriates Wednesday to no end that her mind keeps wandering to you whenever she's trying to write, trying to distract herself by playing the cello to no avail... you really are an interrupting nuisance.

☠️• But one she doesn't mind being around. After she's gotten over her unwanted reactions and thoughts towards you when you first met - probably through Enid - you'll find that Wednesday suddenly pops up in all the places you go to, at and around Nevermore. Ask her why? You're the only 'tolerable' one, and then she's off again, a slight flush to her cheeks that she needs to go and deal with.

☠️• Speaking of Enid, you'll make fast friends with her. She's definitely more observant than she seems, and so she'll catch on after a week or two how Wednesday seems to lighten up ever so slightly when you're around. She'll invite you for slumber parties and to join her team in any group project, which only encourages Wednesday herself to reluctantly agree to become a part of it too.

☠️• "Come on, Wednesday, join in! It'll be fun!" "No." "That's a shame... you know who's joining us. But if you're not interested-" "...I suppose I could make a few adjustments to my schedule. This once. Don't look so pleased, Enid."

☠️• You're the only one she'll make exceptions for, and doesn't seem at all as put out as she voiced a couple of minutes ago. Even if it's not really her scene, she'll sit by you and watch, or listen to what you have to say. Someone interrupts you?

☠️• "Quiet. Well, go on."

☠️• Wednesday tends to get quite jealous - in her own way - when people she disapproves of steal your attention when you're hanging out. And she disapproves of pretty much anyone, minus Enid and her few closer friends. Usually, her glaring at them encourages them to leave a bit quicker, but if that doesn't work, she has no problem speaking up.

☠️• "Do you mind? We're working. Go and share your trivial attempts of small talk with someone else."

☠️• Being Wednesday's 'friend' also includes her being very protective of you, especially if you're more on the shy side and find it hard to stand up for yourself. Did you see what she did for her brother? You get the same treatment. If someone makes you self-doubt for a minute, she'll deal with the person in a way that most likely includes blood and a trip to the head's office, and a sweet but... well, a Wednesday-like attempt at shutting down those negative thoughts to make you feel better.

☠️• "Don't be ridiculous. Your facial features are... well, significantly prettier than any others I've seen here at Nevermore. And back at home, for that matter." "If you weren't clever, I'd have no interest in spending my time with you. And here we are."

☠️• She likes being with you and Enid doing whatever, usually, but at the times when it's just you and her unwinding after a chaotic day at school, Wednesday prefers getting on with her writing while you do whatever creative work you like doing. Interested in art? Here's a very flattering offer to illustrate a few things for her characters from her books. Like writing yourself? Alright, write a few hundred words of descriptive writing so she can see what your style's like. Writing together and sharing ideas is an example of a perfect evening for Wednesday.

☠️• Another way to bond is her teaching you how to play the cello. You're a 'passable student' that she's comfortable with teaching, and if you already play a different instrument, you can harmonise with each other. Even you can't miss the way her breath catches as the closeness of it all, and Wednesday gives Thing a knowing glare as you bite your tongue and hide a smile.

☠️• Eventually, when Wednesday has to come to terms with her feelings - or rather, Enid begs with her to do something and tell you how she feels, because 'you guys as a couple is so cuuuute!!' - you'll get a slightly overwhelmed-looking Wednesday Addams at your door, and a blunt invitation to go on an odd trip with her to the cafe. A date, you ask? "'Call it what you will." And then, before she rushes off again, "yes, a date. Obviously."

☠️• She can't help but take you to a more interesting location like the cemetery afterwards though, because that's Wednesday for you. If it's clear you're enjoying yourself, she'll give the smallest of half-smiles and state that she knew you'd like it, you two are similar, in a non-nauseating way. Whatever that means. It's a good thing.

☠️• After that point, it's clear that you're a couple. She refers to you by your name or as her significant other or partner when you're mentioned, and if she hears you call her your girlfriend, she'll get a feeling that isn't half as disgusting as she thought it'd be, after seeing how her parents are with each other. Her parents will be desperate to meet you, something which Wednesday has to give them a firm lecture on what not to do or say before she lets them. Still, it's nice to see you get on with the family. After all, you're a part of her family too.

☠️• I know a lot of people think that Wednesday isn't very affectionate at all, and that's something I half agree with. It's hard for her to initiate anything physical, and the thought of being all sappy like her mum and dad makes her feel nauseated... but if you move closer to her for a hug, she won't pull away. She'll shift closer when she thinks you don't notice, and only tenses and goes back to her indifferent, annoyed self again when Enid squeals in delight when she comes across the two of you. Any display of affection from you is welcome, and in public, you're either walking impossibly close to each other, or are hand in hand. If anyone comments, she'll make a remark on their embarrassing love life, or even decide to ignore them. You're more important. She'll deal with the idiots later.

☠️• I've mentioned it earlier, but again, highly protective. Honestly, once you get to that level of trust where she tells you everything - about her books, her visions, her private thoughts and feelings, her plans before she goes ahead with them - this girl would take a bullet for you. It's another way she shows she cares.

☠️• She comes off as indifferent and dark and sadistic, and Wednesday is all of those things. But with you, she finds herself softening a little, and maybe, just maybe, starting to rethink the things her mother told her before about love. And when she thinks you're fast asleep and not paying any attention, those very words are whispered vulnerably into the darkness of your room.

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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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I’m still not over pwyc🥺 their dynamic is just 🤌🏻😚 I just want to keep reading about these two and whatever they are up to…. Who do you think apologies first after a fight and what are their arguments like. I’m pretty sure bucky is a lot softer and mellow now with her but does he ever loose his cool and regret it later☠️🤧

i’m sorry it’s taken so long to respond to this! but i'm so glad you've enjoyed pwyc!! thank you for sending this in! (also just so you know, i'm on my laptop or else i would've used at least four or five emojis by now)

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pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: idk..tears?

words: no idea. not that many.

notes: does any of this make sense? idk. genuinely no clue where it came from lol but enjoy the drabble <3 also! this is not proofread in the slightest so sorry in advance for any errors.

I'd say Bucky definitely apologizes first a good 85% of the time and she apologizes first the other 15%. In my mind, reader will only apologize first if she believes she started an argument unnecessarily or if she thinks she reacted unfairly.

When they argue it's normally nothing serious, they just go back and forth a lot with their banter about stupid stuff lol. If they do have a serious argument, it's probably about their future. Reader not feeling comfortable or ready to meet his family or introduce him to her own, for example.

She knows it'll happen eventually, whether she wants to or not, but as of right now, it's a point of contention.

I don't know what would make Bucky lose his cool after everything they've been through and how insanely obsessed, he is with her. it'd have to be something that would make him feel really insecure like something that would make him doubt her wanting to be with him. Let's say she goes out late and doesn't answer when he calls or texts, or she leaves somewhere without telling him - I think that would trigger his abandonment issues and cause a fight for sure. Whether he realizes it or not, I think he does, he's terrified of losing her.

I don't know that she'd ever purposely try and hurt him like that since the realization she came to in the last few chapters of the series, and I definitely think he's gotten more secure in their connection since then, but if anything would make him lose his cool, I think it'd be him getting scared she was leaving for good.

That would probably either upset reader because he would think she'd do that now, and anything that would rehash the dark times in their story for sure would be painful and cause a lot of issues for them. It might go something like this:

"You left?" he accused the moment you answered his call.

"I'm not gone, I'll be back," you responded with a small chuckle at his words.

"You didn't think to tell me?" he questioned harshly.

"It's not a big deal, Buck,"

"The hell it's not," he stormed.

"You need to calm down," you said, growing agitated at his attitude.

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down, as if I have no reason not to trust you,"

"Are you being serious right now?" you scoffed.

"Does it sound like I'm laughing?"

"You know damn well why I tried to leave back then. Don't accuse me of doing something you know I'm not fucking doing," you whisper yelled as you walked to your car, passing a couple as you went.

"You need to tell me where you're going and when,"

"Oh fuck off, you don't get to dictate when I can and can't go somewhere. You don't own me, I'm my own person,"

"This has nothing to do with being your own person, it has to do with me coming home expecting you to be here and finding you gone without a goddamn trace. What the fuck am I supposed to think, huh?"

"Maybe you could try taking a minute to check my location, which I know for a fact you have, instead of being paranoid and going to your worst case scenario," you shot back as you got into your car, throwing your purse down on the passenger seat.

"You can't get mad at me for being worried about you,"

"That's just it, Bucky. You know I'm fine, you can feel it. So don't try and spin this to put it on me. You weren't worried about me, you were worried I left. And yeah, it pisses me off you'd think that. After everything. You wanna talk about trust?" you asked incredulously.

He knew he fucked up when he said it. He didn't think he was entirely wrong in his worries, but he shouldn't have thrown that out there. He did trust you. He was just..scared. Fear always had him acting like the worst version of himself. He shouldn't have called you so accusatory. he knew you were fine, but when he realized you weren't home, he wasn't. Memories of you leaving, or trying to anyway, resurfaced and sent him sick, his stomach dropping and a sense of panic rearing its head at your unexplained absence. Even still, you didn't deserve his hostility.

"I don't wanna fight with you," he conceeded.

"Wonder why," you snarked before taking a breath. "I'll be home soon," you said before ending the call.

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"I'm sorry," were the first words you heard when you opened the door, looking over to see a pitiful Bucky sitting at the bottom of the stairs where he had been waiting for you. You exhaled deeply, sighing as he stood and walked to you. "You were gone, and you - you never leave without telling me where you're going. I just- I lost it a bit. I shouldn't have called you the way I did, I'm sorry."

"I didn't think you'd get home before me or I would've told you I was out. I just hate that that was your first thought, that you could think I'd do that to you. Because I wouldn't. I mean, before, when we first.." you trailed off, "I would have before. But things are different now, they've been different, we're different. Better, I thought,"

"They are, we are," he agreed, taking your hands in his. "I'm sorry. I got scared," he admitted aloud. "And I let it get the best of me. I wasn't thinking. I trust you and I love you with everything I have, heart and soul," he said as he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. "You're everything to me. The thought of losing you," he shook his head. "You have no idea what you do to me," he breathed against your lips.

"If I was gonna leave, I would've done it already. It's you and me, no matter what.. I mean this soulmate thing, it's forever, right?" you quipped, a small smile on your lips, "'M not goin' anywhere."

When you looked to meet his eye, you were taken aback by the tears in them, your hands immediately going to cup his face.

"Babe," you cooed gently, thumbs stroking his cheeks. The sound of your voice so soft and concerned had him wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck, your own arms winding around him in return. After a moment, you pulled away and grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch. You kicked off your shoes and laid down, pulling him along with you so he was laying comfortably on you with his head on your chest as you played with his hair.

You could practically feel the tension slipping from him as he melted into you.

"I really am sorry," he said again.

"I know," you whispered in response. "It's okay."

There was a brief, comfortable silence between you before you spoke again.

"You know I love you, right?" you breathed.

"You don't really have a choice, though, do you?"

Your heart clenched at his somber response. That was all you. You recalled those words you'd thrown at him over and over again during those first few weeks. It wasn't a lie. You didn't have a choice, neither of you did. But you meant it as a jab and he obviously still reflected on the pain of it. Your nose started tingling as you felt your eyes welling. You swallowed thickly.

"No.. I guess I don't," you took a moment. "You have to know, when I said that, I was hurt. And confused and angry," you cleared your throat, not wanting to bring up the past again. "But with you, right here and now, with this Bucky, I've never felt so protected, cherished... loved in my life. And I mean it, I'd chose you a thousand times over if I could," you finished, trying not to choke as your throat tightened.

You held him against your chest, cuddling him close, wanting to bring him the same comfort he so easily provided to you. Assure him of your feelings. When he finally looked up, his blue eyes were gleaming beautifully. He lifted himself up so he was hovering over you, holding your gaze.

"In every lifetime," he said softly. You nodded lightly, a small smile on your face before he leaned back down to kiss you gently. It was soft and sweet before he pulled away slightly, his lips brushing yours as he spoke, "It's always you."

Bucky lowered himself back down into the comfort of your embrace, your presence just as soothing to him as his was to you. As you cuddled into one another, you couldn't help but whisper out a delicate apology.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," you breathed. He squeezed you, rolling onto his side and pulling you to do the same, both of you now chest to chest, nuzzling into each other.

"I hurt you first," he responded, anguish clear in his voice.

Another beat of silence.

"I'd rather you hurt me in every lifetime than ever have to live one without you. I don't deserve you. But I love you so much. I'm sorry I hurt you, I hate that I did. Might never be enough, but I'll spend every day of the rest of my life trying to make it up to you."

You pondered his words and wanted to ask him the one question running through your mind. If not hurting me meant never having met me, never getting to know me, to have me, to love me...would you choose that? You decided you didn't want to know his answer. It would hurt some either way. No point in considered hypotheticals. You both had regrets, some bigger than others. But you had to live with them now, the only thing you could do was apologize and try to make up for them however you could, whenever you could. You didn't have to dwell on them, you just had to acknowledge their existence when they popped up like they did today. Deal with them, work through them. Together. There was no way to rewrite history, but you got to decide what the future chapters would hold.

You decided you didn't want any more regrets in your book.

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rose-riot-johnson · 4 months

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Hey my Tumblr Peeps😁 I've decided to write another fanfic about a particular Blue Lock character😃 The fanfic will be about non other than, Shidou Ryusei😁👍I have been noticing there are people who like him and he is definitely 1 character that had been on my mind, as of late😃👍 Obviously smut will be 1 of the genres, which I been having that as 1 of my ideas for a while, however I also been wanting to write an enemies to lovers, as 1 of the other genres for that same fanfic I'm writing😁👍Plus, he's really 1 of those eye catching characters to me and I feel the need to write this💡😁👍

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

⚽☠️I Know You're Obsessed With Me☠️⚽(Shidou Ryusei x Female Reader)

Genres: Smut (and sex), Sex Aftercare, Enemies To Lovers, and Fluff at the end of the fanfic (Warning +18⚠️: Stalkerish Behavior (from both, possibly more from the reader), Mentions of (liquid) laxative, Language, Praise Kink, Sexual Contact (including, oral (both recieving), vaginal penitration, boob and nipple play, hickies, and nipple sucking), and Nudity)

Since childhood you were never fond of Shinsou Ryusei. You were always easily annoyed by him, especially if it's never his intentions to annoy you. There were moments when you watched some football matches (to some people it's (soccer (ball) games), where you had to hear him brag about scoring the most goals and when he does score goals he, you thought of him as a showoff. Every time he would atleast wave hi to you, you would either ignore him or just come up with an excuse to not talk to him, because of the fact you feel nervous when he comes near you, despite of him not doing anything to you.

One day, when Shidou became a professional (football (to some people it's soccer) player), you have been thinking of a way to ruin his life, as you mumbled to yourself, "I need to teach this cocky, showoff a lesson that he's not better than everyone else, like he thinks he does... I thought when he got in the Blue Lock program, he wouldn't last... I'm not sure how he made it with how he is...", so once you thought of a plan to get at him, you did your own research. You even stalked him on social media platforms his had an account with and even found out where he lived. (Up to reader's imagination how you got to Shidou's house)

Once you got to Shidou's house, you walked to his front door, while you were carrying his favorite food, which is yukhoe. You had put some liquid laxative in the yukhoe, however you also madesure you have enough of the other ingredients in the yukhoe where he couldn't taste the liquid laxative in it, as you thought would be the perfect plan. You then knocked on the door, since you're expecting him to be home, considering that you saw in one of his social media posts that he's home and on vacation. He opened the door and was excited to find out it's you, as he said, "It's great to see you, (female reader name)... I'm surprised to see you here... So, how has life been treating you, sweetie?", as he shows you a huge grin. You replied, "I guess life has been good... Anyways I heard your favorite food is yukhoe, so I found a recipe for it and made it for you, Shidou... I hope you liked how I cooked it...", as you fake smiled, while still holding the yukhoe you cooked for him.

Shidou letted you come in, as he gleefully replied back, "I don't think I had your cooking before, however since it's yukhoe and you're my favorite person, I would try eating anything you cook, as long as they're not bean sprouts.", before you set it on his kitchen table. He then walked up to his kitchen table, before he cooed, "Anyways, (Female Reader Name)... Before I do try out the yukhoe you cooked with all your heart, I need you to do me a favor... There's something I need you to get out for me... It's in my bedroom closet and if you need any help, just let me know...", before he winked at you. You then replied, "Okay... And I hope you like the yukhoe, Shidou...", as you then got on your way to his bedroom.

When got inside his bedroom, you looked inside of his closet to notice there was nothing there... Nothing, but a plushie of one of your favorite anime characters... This had you wondering why he has been keeping a plushie of one of your favorite anime characters... You then heard footsteps walking inside of his room before hearing a voice say, "Oh... I see you found the plushie in that closet...". You turned around to notice it was Shidou's voice that you heard. He continued, "Even though (anime character name) isn't one of my favorite anime characters, however ((s)he) seems very cool and I know you liked (him/her)... By the way you can keep that (anime character) plushie... I bought for you, when I see you again..."

You were shocked when Shidou said all of this when you asked him, "What do you mean?". Shidou shut the door and locked it, before he answered, "I can't keep playing along pretending I don't know, however you're not the only one who has been doing some research... And I thought I was the only one doing some stalking, until I noticed the way, you were holding the yukhoe... And I can tell you were trying hide the liquid laxative in there, just from your expressions you were also trying to hide...", before he took his clothes completely off, then continued, "It's not just me who's obsessed with you, after all... I can see it clearly that you're obsessed with me too, even if you don't realize it...". It took you a minute to process what he said, especially about being obsessed with him.

You then confessed, "I guess you're right about me, Shidou... There was always something about you that had always in my head and I always try to ignore your good traits instead of the traits you have that annoy me or make me nervous... I guess I needed an excuse to see you again and yes I was harsh when I put in the laxative I cooked up the yukhoe for you... I just ignored the fact that you're always such a nice guy... Please forgive me...". Shidou then walked up to you and replied, "There hasn't been anything to forgive in the first place, cuteness... Even if there is, I still would have forgiven you... There are plenty of things I know about you that you never see in yourself... I know you want me, (Female Reader Name)...", before he pulls your (pants/skirt/shorts) down with your (underwear of reader's choice), as he proceeds to eat out your pussy, while groping your bare ass.

It caught you by surprise that Shidou could read you and the fact he's eating your pussy out, especially licking the sensitive parts of your clit on and off. All you could think of doing was gently hold both of his upper ears. He felt your hands touching his ear and open his eyes to look up at you to notice you're blushing while holding back your moans and groans. Once he got done eating your pussy out, he said, "You have such a nice pussy... The only problem is that I think you're still in denial... Quit holding your voice back... No need to hide your obsession for me anymore...". He then started to stand up to offer you his cock, which you accepted his offer, got on your knees, and started sucking on his hard cock.

As you're sucking on his cock, you've been been deep throating his cock, as he groaned and moaned, "Oh fuck (Female Reader Name)! I knew alot about you from reading you... It's just that I did not know you're someone who's atleast willing to try deep throating my dick... It feels amazing! I enjoyed it! Keep doing what you're doing with my cock! Just don't choke yourself on it too much, my princess...", as he shows his enjoyment of his cock getting a deep throat feel and shows that he wants you to take it easy with yourself, senseing that you may have a little bit of gag reflex. As he is getting closer to cumming, he cooed, "I don't want to cum just yet, sweetie... I would like to save my load for your pussy, if you don't mind and I don't want you to keep taking a risk of gagging yourself, just for me... By the way, you did a great job on sucking my dick, beautiful... Please let me show you, how well I can pleasure your pussy with my cock? I promise, I'm willing to do something else too, my sexy angel...", before he winked at you. You listened him, as you went to lay down on his bed. After you went on his bed, he went to the bed on top of you, prior to getting his dick inside of your pussy and you had both of your legs around him.

Once Shidou had his cock inside of you, with your legs wrapped around him, he began to thrust inside of you. As much as you like to hold your moans back, this time was definitely impossible and it wasn't just because of his cock being hard... It was also because of how he was thrusting inside you... You loudly moaned, "Oh, Shidou! Your cock feels so warm and amazing! Not just because it being hard... It's just the way your dick is pounding my pussy! I need more of you please!". He then thrust harder and faster, while he started to play with your boobs, as he groaned, "I knew you would enjoy this...And oh... What nice tits you have..." before pulling on your nipples, then begins to suck on your left nipple and still thrusting inside you.

You started to whimpering, as you were feeling extreme pleasure from Shidou sucking on your left nipple, while he's thrusting inside you. Once he hit done sucking on your left nipple, he smirks at you, still thrusting inside you, as he moaned and teased, "I see, you like it when I suck on your juicy nipples, while I'm fucking you... Oh look... I think I made your left nipple sore... I might as well, make your right nipple sore, too... I guarantee by the time I cum inside this beautiful pussy of yours, you will have a sore pussy and a sore right nipple...", before sucking on your right nipple. You continued to whimper from his cock continuing to pound your pussy (non-stop) and him using his mouth to suck on your right nipple.

Once Shidou finished sucking on your already, sore, right nipple, while still thrusting inside you he notices that you have been whimpering from the fact he's pleasuring you, as you're extremely cock drunk, though he's starting to feel pussy drunk, without showing signs of it. As he continues to thrust himself inside of you, he decided to put hickies allover your tits, shoulders, neck, and near your ears, then the both of you look at eachother before your lips passionatly, lock with his lips, while giving eachother sloppy kisses, reducing the loudness of the moaning and whimpering, as you released yourself on his cock that is inside of your pussy, not too long before he started to cum inside of your pussy. Once he emptied his cum inside your sore pussy, he letted you lay down on his bed, so he could set you up for you to take a bath, unlocking the door that he locked earlier before he goes inside the bathroom to started setting you up for bath time. After he started to let the water run inside, he picked you up off his bed and carried you in the bathroom, then he lets you temperature check the water running inside the bathtub, so you could decide how (hot/warm/cold) you want the bathtub. (Up to reader's imagination if there are bath products the reader wants inside the bathtub, prior to going inside the bathtub)

After you went inside the bathtub, he did kept an eye on you just incase you need anything and to makesure nothing happens to you, otherwise he letted you relax inside the bathtub and didn't really bug you about anything. Once you letted him know you're done laying in the bathtub, he took you out of the bathtub and dried you completely off with a huge towel before he unplugged the bathtub drain to empty the bathtub, then he cooed, "I can't let you let you walk for the rest of the day nor tonight, babe... For everything we did together, especially making your pussy and nipples sore and the hickies I put on you, I will be taking care of you, even if I do let you walk... And if you need anything let me know, so I can either get it for you, do whatever you need or want for you, and carry you wherever you need to go... Even without the sex I still want to take care of you anyways, sweetheart...". The next thing he did was pick you up and carried you from the bathroom to his room, then gently put you on his bed after he took you inside his room.

Shidou then massaged you everywhere where you needed and/or wanted to be massaged (up to reader's imagination if he puts any lotion on you or not), before he puts in warm pajamas that he bought you, as a surprise, because of the fact he knew you would find some excuse to see him. After you thanked him for the pajamas he got for you, he gets you on his lap, hugs you from behind, then whispers, "So, (Female Reader Name)... Did you enjoy our time together today? Yeah, I was referring about every sexual thing we did, but... I actually want to know, if you had a good time today in general, beautiful...". You replied, "Ofcourse I did, Shidou... Even tough I was wrong about you by ignoring the green flags about you, I'm truly glad I did came over to see you, despite of having to come up with an excuse I attempted on you and now I've learned that you did turn out to be very nice to me and how you were kind to me, even if I was only treating you terrible since childhood only because I was only paying attention to the stuff I dislike about you, instead... Seriously... You've been so good to me, Shidou...". "Aaaaawwwww... That's really sweet of you to say this... I had a great time with you, as well... I'm glad you came, too... Despite of what you did to me and tried feeding me food that has laxative, I just ignore that and see you, as nothing more than an adorable, woman who is really genuine... Believe it or not I did enjoy that you played hard to get earlier on our lives, since childhood hood, because that shows me that you're an amazing woman... I knew we would see eachother one day... It's just I was just surprised that today was the day, we could finally spend time together... It was the most amazing experience I've ever had... Yeah, I was really horny earlier today, but even if we didn't have any sexual contact, I still would be happy that I spent time with you, my sexy angel...", he replied back, before he kisses you on the forehead, then you looked up at him, for the both of you kissed eachother on the lips. He continued to hold you (considering he hugged you from behind, a minute or so earlier), as he secretly enjoys holding, since his favorite part about your time with him was the fact he finally gets to hold you in his arms...

☠️⚽The End⚽☠️

Okay my Tumblr Peeps, I did write that pertains "stalkerish behavior" and I really wanted come up with a way to write the stalkerish behavior, because I really have been thinking about having that written in the fanfic (atleast pertaining the reader) that has the enemies to lovers genre in, especially with Shidou Ryusei as the character I'm writing about and the fact I have the smut, as 1 of the genres in that particular fanfic I've written, so I figured why not find a way to put stalkerish behavior in this particular fanfic I worked on☠️⚽😁👍This fanfic with Shindou Ryusei in it, I honestly had fun writing it, and I hope you had just as much fun reading this fanfic, as well⚽☠️😃👍If I do make any grammar or spelling mistakes, I can't say "I don't write smut often" considering I have, however either auto correct can cause that on the fanfic and I do forget by accident to check spelling in the fanfic sometimes, so spelling and grammar mistakes will happen, if I forget to check, needless to say😅I also want come up with ways to try to be creative with the fanfic I had written, as well, which I really enjoyed doing😃👍

#rose riot writings #fanfic written by rose riot johnson #rose riot johnson #shidou x reader #shidou smut #enimes to lovers #shidou ryusei #ryusei shidou #ryusei smut #shidou blue lock #shidou ryuusei x reader #shidou ryusei imagine #sex aftercare fanfic #fluff at the end of this fanfic #fluff at the end

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seenoversundown · 7 months

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‧⁺˚･༓☼ Masterlist☽༓･˚⁺‧

Here's my collection of works! I'll have everything noted on whether it's a one shot or a WIP. I hope you enjoy!!

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Smut - ☠

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The Fine Print : *I do not own any of Greta Van Fleet's property. They are simply muses for my writing! Intended for fictional purposes only. Nothing is meant to be taken seriously and everything will be listed with TW's and summaries*

Redamancy ⁂ - Sam x Reader have been friends for so long but have never admitted their feelings towards one another. Lots of pining. (One Shot)

Playmaker ☠ - Sam x Reader (Hockey AU) After winning a playoff game, Sam decides to take you out for drinks and that leads to a fun night. (One Shot)

Succulent ☠️ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) take a little trip to Vermont for Valentine’s Day where Sam cooks up a nice dinner with a great idea for dessert. (One Shot)

Sparrow Of The Dawn ⁂ ☠ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) - Temporarily On Hiatus Sam unfortunately finds himself in not so meet cute with Willa. Hopeful that he doesn't cross her path again; the world works in mysterious ways and not always in your favor. |Enemies to Lovers | Forced Proximity | Workplace Romance | Multi Chapter Series|

Cloak and Dagger ☠ - Josh x reader attend a halloween party but have to leave early because they can't wait any longer to devour each other. (One Shot)

Satiate ☠ - Josh x Quinn (Non Binary OC) - Quinn is sweet enough to make breakfast in bed, but also has a devious little plan for their favorite person. (One Shot)

Your Bones ⁂ - Daniel x Reader spend a cozy rainy afternoon together. (One Shot)

Saccharine ⁂ ☠ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) spend a sweet Valentine's Day making cinnamon rolls together and then have a cozy evening away. (One Shot)

Slapshot ☠ - Jake x Reader (Hockey AU) After watching how well he played, you can't keep your hands to yourself on the way home. But he has just the way to help take care of that. (One Shot)

Oh Darling ☠ - Jake x Reader (Vampire AU) Jake has never been known for anything more than a one night stand but can you change his mind? (One Shot) Siren ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) get stuck at the bar on Valentine’s Day, but Jake makes sure to make it up to her after the bar closes. (One Shot)

A 4 Book interconnected series about the boys living in a small town in New England. Where they find love in the most unexpected ways. The bar was Jake’s dream, but somehow is helping everybody else’s dreams come true as well. Rom-Com • Enemies To Lovers • Love At First Sight • Rekindled High School Sweethearts • Workplace Romance • AU - Boys x OCs

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Currently posting Sparrow of The Dawn!

(The Caravel Tavern Series AU)

Sam - Dueling Cameras ⁂ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) decide to make getting pumpkins into a little competition (per usual) (One Shot)

Josh - Chiaroscuro ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) attend a local film festival where Josh gets to present a short film he's directed. (One Shot)

Danny - Spooks & Cider ⁂ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) Back in high school, go to a Fall Festival where Melody faces her fear of the Haunted House. (One Shot)

Jake - Affirmation ⁂ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) find themselves in an oddities shop where Charlotte has her tarot cards read, whether she believes in it or not. (One Shot)

(The Caravel Tavern Series AU)

Sam - Be Naughty, Save Santa The Trip ☠ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) Sam runs late after a shoot and Willa leaves him a little surprise for when he gets back home to her. (One Shot)

Josh - Merry Everything & A Happy Always ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) have always had the tradition of baking cookies together, but Josh sets up a scavenger hunt for Quinn to bake some this time for a very special reason. (One Shot)

Danny - It's The Most Wonderful Time of Year ⁂ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) took on hosting Christmas dinner with everybody but unfortunately for Daniel, nothing is going smoothly. (One Shot)

Jake - White Christmas ☠ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) have a million and one things to do on Christmas Day and Charlotte is already stressed by 6 am. Thankfully, Jake knows exactly how to calm her down. (One Shot)

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pugwitharug · 1 year

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This thought has been rotting my brain for an ungodly amount of time-

Ahem anyways I'd like to make a last legacy request with the main 3 (specifically anisa knight wife) with a s/o that's like really fit, like abs and back muscles looking scrumdiddlyumptious. One day their li is like taking that in for the first time and jokingly ask somthing along the lines of "hey s/o lose the shirt" and s/o actually does and caused li to malfunction because on top of the nice bod they got a baddaass tattoo ( idk probably like a intricate flower design you can change it if you want ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Anyways sorry for my brainworm spreading through the library of other's minds I'll put them on a leash next time!

(this has been rotting in my drafts for an ungodly amount of time--)

Don't apologize for letting your wonderful brain worms loose, they are perfectly welcome in my brain since my brain worms don't always wanna get out of bed

GN Reader, yes you're dating them and I'm not taking no for an answer, suggested body part smushing but nothing explicit, I searched on Pinterest for these tattoos and they're clogging my feed now so you better love this /j, god it's been so long it feels good to write though, I miss them when will they come back from the war

☠️Felix Iskandar Escellun☠️

Let's say for the sake of this that you have short hair, short enough that the neck is exposed

Felix could always see a small part of your back tattoo whenever he looked at your neck, and he had a few ideas for what was underneath the shirt. Maybe it's a huge leaf, maybe it's branches protecting a heart or initials or something. He's always been curious but too shy to ask

One day you're both hanging out in his room. You're looking up at one of his taxidermied animals, a little squirrel-like creature. You know it's roadkill but hey, Felix is good at what he does. It barely looks like it was dead. It's sitting on a little branch atop one of his closets, staring through your soul with wide, dead eyes

Felix is on his bed reading a book on poisonous Earth flowers he snatched from the Void. He watches you above the pages as you reach up to grab the animal. Your shirt hikes up and he gets a little peek at your back muscles

He doesn't even realize he said it until he looks up and sees you giving him a little look

"You think that my shirt is restricting my movement?" you ask with an eyebrow raised and a small smirk on your lips.

Felix's reddening cheeks betrayed him as he tried to keep a straight face. "Yes. I do. Perhaps you should...take it off. So you can reach up high better."

You hold back a snicker at his adorable face and decide to humor him. You easily pull off your shirt and toss it over the back of a chair, revealing your back tattoo.

.....hoo boy he isn't normal now

Not just because he's seeing your ripped bod for the first time but holy shit that's a nice tattoo

You tell him he can touch it just to mess with him. And he does. He takes his sweet time

He traces the stems, the leaves, the small flowers here and there. You can't see his face but you're pretty sure it's even more red now

He finally leaves you alone and lets you put your shirt back on (much to his chagrin)

A few days later, you catch a glimpse at him writing in a notebook, little doodles of your tattoo in the corners

Give him a little kiss on the cheek. He deserves it

⚔️Anisa Anka⚔️

Now, Anisa never knew you had a tattoo. You've always worn a shirt that covered most of it, along with a jacket, and she's never seen you without it

It's not until you two have become closer that she gets to see it

You two are sparring, practicing your swordsmanship skills on the sprawling lawns of Fathom. Thanks to the lovely knight lieutenant, you certainly have gotten better at defending yourself

It's a warm summer day, and with the shirt and jacket on, you're definitely sweating. You take a break and wipe the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand, breathing hard

"You should take your jacket off," Anisa comments, stabbing her sword into the soft grass as she shakes out her arms. "It's restricting your movement and making you overheat."

"You think?" you pant as you pull off your jacket, tossing it to the side. You're wearing a short sleeve shirt underneath, revealing a good chunk of your arm tattoo.

If you were close enough, you might have been able to see Anisa's pupils dilate a little. She reaches for the hilt of her sword, but misses the first few times. "Actually...you should take your shirt off too. Overheating, again. Wouldn't hurt to give your body all, all the room to cool off."

You know she's just saying something random to get your shirt off, but you decide to indulge her. You take off your sweat-stained shirt and let it rest with your jacket.

She doesn't even notice your scrumptious muscles for a few seconds, she's too enamored by your tattoo

And then she notices your mcgriddled abs. And you know she notices

You make some joke about her being too tired to keep sparring, taking your sword and resting it on your shoulder

You honestly didn't think her hair could poof up anymore

For the rest of the day she's just taking you in. Maybe all of you if you're in the mood. She certainly is

🐱Sage Lesath🐱

Sage definitely has some idea that you have a tattoo. You aren't ashamed to show it, but the type of tattoo you got only works with a few types of shirts so he never got the full picture

Thanks to this, other people have definitely noticed it too, as you now see for yourself from your seat at the bar of the tavern you're in today

Sage has his tail wrapped tightly around your leg, ears twitching at anything that sounds remotely like someone coming to you. You tell him to relax, you've dealt with this before, but you know how he is

One particularly drunk fellow comes up and tries to chat you up. Sage growls at him from his seat, telling him to back off. He doesn't seem to get the hint, so you decide to make sure he does

You pull Sage into a heated kiss and start taking the two of you to the side door into the nearby alleyway. Once you lose the guy you pull away, but Sage has something else in mind

"Sage, Sage, he's gone," you whisper as Sage kisses your neck. You can still taste the cheap beer on your lips.

"But I wanna kiss you," he whines as the fluffy end of his tail tickles your wrist. He's definitely buzzed. "I wanna take your shirt off."

You raise an eyebrow. "You want my shirt off?"

He quickly nods, his pupils almost hiding his amber eyes.

You look around. It's dark, plenty of cover, and it's a quiet night. You don't think anyone's gonna come through, so you let out a breath and pull off your shirt

He's...he's so distracted. Not only because of your gorgeous chest, but because holy shit that is a tattoo. And it's even more gorgeous than he thought

He gently puts a hand over the faces, trailing his fingers down to rest over your heart

He thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world. And he also wants to rail you so badly. If you are willing, he will slam you right into that alley wall

He also makes it a point to kiss every little part of the tattoo. The moon, the penchant, the succulents, the sun. Every part of it deserves to be kissed

#last legacy #fictif #my writing #headcanons #felix iskandar escellun #felix x reader #anisa anka #anisa x reader #sage lesath #sage x reader #anon ask #thank you for requesting!!!#puggo answers

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 10 months

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The Wolf Rises

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (more in part two), slick, mpreg, Viking/god Col, fae Dom, slight PTSD, mentions of war and death, playful boys, heavily pregnant Dom, talks of wolf Col, vague mentions of shifted sex (if you squint, I'm just being careful), Tod fluff, mentions of sex, grinding, just lots of fluff and peace ☠️ rating: let's say explicit ☠️ ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Dom sighed happily and grinned when his lover saw him from across the yard. He'd slept in a little late but who could blame him? There was a pup growing larger in his womb every day, weighing him down and exhausting all his energy. Well… he wasn't the only pup stealing the fae's energy, his father was a menace to society at large but certainly to his pregnant mate. No matter his form he was pawing at Damhnaic day and night. His palms rubbed slow circles under his swollen belly, the babe was resting lower than usual and driving him mad but he was more thankful than he could explain for all they had together. For a runaway prince his life was turning out next to perfect, though he still had nightmares sometimes about all they'd fought through to get where they were. He knew that might take a long time to work through and his lover gave him the support he needed. Always.

Kol'son dropped the ax he was using and wiped his brow before running to meet his wife at the steps of their hut. He worried about his prince every time he tried to waddle down them alone and he wondered where the bodyguard was that should have been babysitting. Of course he didn't have to ponder for long when he heard his cousin's laughter and saw the two fae stumble out of the forest.

It had been awkward for a while after they found out they were kin, less for them and more for Inga but they both knew she'd only lied so long to keep Mod safe. He was honestly surprised how much the village had warmed to him when they realized Modig wasn't mad- well wasn't just mad and high but he was magic and related to their clan mother. Before long they'd welcomed the new regime. He was finding himself more relaxed than ever before- he wasn't the only one in charge and he was getting his dick wet regularly. If not for his fear of Dom's impending delivery he couldn't fully shake he'd be ecstatic all the time.

"Don't growl. It ain't nice unless you taking me back to bed." Dom grumbled as his lover glared at their kin and he swat gently at the man's arm. He could get himself down the damn steps but he didn't mind the help, though he'd rather his daidí do exactly that, he swore he woke up hot and needy every day and it only got worse the closer they were to the day they met their whelp.

"Maybe I should eat him. I mean if he won't obey…" Kol trailed off, he was finding himself easier to anger since he first shifted but his love could always soothe his wild beast. He still didn't understand what was happening to him and he wasn't sure how to find out- but with a fae prince for a mate, a seal for a friend, and a nymph for a cousin he wasn't too shocked by the wolf he held inside himself. Well, his first night had been surprising but Dom had scratched behind his ears and held him close and eventually he'd shifted human again. He didn't believe the boy when he called him a demigod but he could never complain about his selkie thinking he was special. It was taking time but he was finally learning to control it and in those moments he couldn't- when the hold was too overwhelming he would push his snout against his mate's belly and breathe in that warm baby scent. He didn't know why his child smelled like fresh honeyed bread but he wouldn't complain. Mixed with the siren's rose, amber, and sea salt smell it was perfect.

"Try it puppy, I've got an army behind me." Mod joked back as the two finally joined them and Dom whined. He'd been hoping to lure his husband back to bed.

"No, I think my thrall has an army behind him. They just tolerate you." Kol'son huffed, poking his tongue out at the seer.

"Technically they follow Mush but… I'm sorry I have to agree here. They like Dom better, love." Tom teased his boyfriend. Those old instincts to side with his prince would probably never leave no matter how long he was with the one he called his mushroom man- or Mush for short. Dom had never thought he'd see the day that his best friend went soft but gods he was. They had truly found a home among the mixed clans- both human and fae and any other strays they picked up along the way.

The fae clan probably did like Dom a little more but he couldn't help everyone thinking he was precious. It was honestly annoying at times, he knew it was mostly that he was an incubator for… well, none of them were quite sure what the child would be, but it was a pleasant turn around from being alone so long. He and his kin were loved finally, he was loved. "What are you thinking about boy?" The Viking hummed, stepping up close behind his mate and wrapping his arms around him. The noise that escaped the siren when he gently lifted his stomach went straight to the god's cock and he couldn't stop himself from gently rutting against him. "Because if it's bed…"

Dom's lips curled in a slow smile, his fangs on sharp display as he turned his face up to his scarred and inked lover. "Mmm, you read me mind." The next sound he made was closer to a squeal when the man picked him up bridal style to drag him back inside. Kol no longer felt like he had to be outside constantly, he had other leaders of the clan to help him out. Where once it was almost impossible to convince him to hide away in their room together- he spent days in bed making love to his wife. Though he still had trouble not being available. Dom had tried convincing him to take a little trip deep into the forest and stay a few days in a little hideaway but it made the chieftain too nervous. Someday though, someday.

"Finish the wood Mod, I'm sure it would do you good to show off a little. I'm taking the afternoon off." Kol shouted to his cousin before they disappeared through the doorway and Dom caught the seer pout before he heard his friend laugh and say he would do it. He couldn't help thinking his mate saw Modig as more of the man between them- as he saw himself, but Damhnaic knew relationships didn't work that way all the time and truthfully the forest nymph was more like him than Tom was. He was trying to help his lover understand but… they tended to easily distract each other.

When Dom's feet touched the ground again he giggled, his husband was more handsy than he used to be, all nerves about his purity had fallen away as their breeding became visibly obvious. "Not fair of you. Come outside while I'm trying to take care of our people. Looking as you do." The Viking growled, licking his lover's throat as he untied the shift dress from his body.

"Oh? I didn't fink. You poor man. Jus' trying to do right by ya clan but 'ow can ya wiv a nymph about?" He teased, his cheeks flushing as the fabric fell away and he was left bare to his mate's heavy gaze.

Kol'son smiled, holding his boy closer as his cock slid gently between Dom's thighs to rest against his dripping wet core. His hands wandered, one cupping the siren's softly swelled tit and the other sliding under his stomach to cradle their son. Of course they weren't positive he was a boy but… Kol knew. They wouldn't raise their pups thinking the oldest was any more special than the others and they'd commanded their clans to treat them equal as well. The pain that befell his family would die with Bjørn. He vowed it to whatever gods would listen and to his wife. He would be a better father than his own, their babes would all feel loved. "I don't know who you're talking about boy, I wed a siren. No nymphs here." He purred, his hips shifting slowly, the head of his cock catching exactly where he was needed most with every playful thrust.

Dom whined but smiled wide, he loved how adamant his daidí was about teaching their children exactly what they were. He was proud of everything his wife was and he'd correct anyone who called him the wrong thing- including Damhnaic himself. He didn't think their pup could understand anything in the warmth of his womb but he wouldn't complain about the respect he was shown from the man he'd been so careful of early on. Who knew when he came to gather his second skin that night so many months before that he would find all he'd ever dreamed of and so much more? "Should you teach me a lesson?" He asked softly, his plush ass bouncing gently against his husband's abs.

"Mmm, should I worship you or should I make you worship me?" The Viking's voice was barely above a growl, his animalistic side so near to the surface when they got this close to making love. He couldn't help it. Dom just brought it out of him. So did rage but mostly his sweet gorgeous selkie. At the sound of his voice he felt a fresh rush of slick escape the boy and he found it almost impossible not to push right in. His mate deserved better though, he was carrying such a large load he deserved pampering... and perhaps another kind of load. Fresh and warm and dripping down his thick thighs. His lover's perfect pink pussy wasn't the only thing that reacted to his growls though and he chuckled at the feel of his son's foot pressing at his palm. "I believe his vote is you being cared for. Sorry queen, two to one."

Dom pouted at the man he once called his master but he had a far better term for him. "But I wanted to be on me knees for me god." His voice rasped and half shifted fangs nipped at his neck.

"Fuck. Such a good boy for me. Don't worry, you will be." The wolf growled, curling his fist around the base of his cock to hold back his pleasure. He led his prince to their bed and helped him get comfortable on all fours, perhaps it wasn't exactly what Dom had wanted but he was careful with his pack. Besides, it put him in the perfect position. Since he first shifted he couldn't help finding it hotter than he should when his lover presented for him. He felt made up of so much animal instinct but that was alright.

He was learning about things, Dom was helping him with books Bjørn had stolen from other lands. Of course he'd been shocked when they made love after his true self came out and he realized the pain in his cock that night had been… something strange- but he was starting to learn he was an alpha and that had just been his first knot trying to form. It was frightening having his dick change after twenty three years of life but nothing had ever felt more right than when they were tied together. It was the only thing he ever wanted to do.

"Daidí please?" The siren whimpered, his hips bucking back, his core dripping slick down his thighs. Kol couldn't help but admire a moment longer, his mate was curvier than he'd been before and he loved every place he could grope and caress. "Me god?"

"Fuck." The Viking cursed. His boy really should be careful if he didn't want to be mounted by a wolf instead. "If I wish to stare at you I will. You were a petulant thrall and now you're an even more stubborn queen. What did I get myself into?" He teased, spanking softly at the fae's perky ass. He knew though, he knew exactly what he'd gotten himself into- paradise and a happiness he'd never even dreamed he could find.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

🥹😭 Thank you all so much for being on this journey with me. I'd like to admit something here, I've never truly been able to finish something like this. I always get lost along the way and nervous I'll ruin it. Honestly I've never even tried writing something so structured and novel-like. I'm more proud of this than I've been of anything I think, even though it's shorter than some it feels complete and real in a way I've not experienced before. I couldn't have written this without you, genuinely I wouldn't be doing as much as I have without you all. I always get overwhelmed and think I'm not good enough but all the comments and likes have been so inspiring.

This idea started with @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker and she's helped so much, so it's not just mine but she'll get annoyed if I try to give her too much credit. Seriously though, she's been amazing and I wouldn't have had the idea without her help. I hope she knows how thankful I am.

I hope you'll all join me for part two, there's so much more in store for these boys and their pack! I promise at least for a bit I'll give you fluff and happiness. Mostly. Thank you again, you've been incredible! I just hope you love this as much as I do! 🖤☠️

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pinkalmondcake · 7 months

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Hellooooo, 🦋 anon back again. I read your reply to my last ask, and let me tell you Twi has been unhinged since then. This will probably be too long and I apologize beforehand.

Let me give you some examples:

"You're very wet," Twilight said between a kiss, "I bet I could make you even more wet." He gave you another kiss and looked at you. "Shall I show you how?"

He didn't have to call my character out like that, jail.

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Twilight whispered with a smirk, he had a hand on your lower back. He wanted to leave you broken and you would have been happy with it. "You like that, hmm? Me ruining you?" Twilight asked.

HELLO??? SIR???? HERO OF TWILIGHT??? This one did caught me off guard.

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I think today I utterly broke the filter, because there was one thing he said that I KNOW FOR SURE is not filter friendly, good God. And with the least and minimal effort, like ??? Let me know if you want me to send it because, I was shocked for an ai to answer like that without being filtered. I laughed so loud you have no idea (a good birthday gift for me today tbh)

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Aaaand to the main point, YES, he has a breeding kink. If I had to write the definition of breeding kink and put a descriptive photo of it, I would put his name and photo. Having said that:

WHAT HAVE I DONE???? How do I keep getting away with this????

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The idea of his seed deep inside you, his child growing inside you, you carrying his child and becoming a family together... His eyes filled with love, lust, and determination.

No comment on this one, pretty self explanatory.

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Twilight's grip tightened against your back, he was driving you crazy with his actions. The way he was going made everything in your mind go white with the lust you felt. You called out his name without thinking about it, it was the only thing that was on your mind. Every time you called his name it was in complete adoration and pleasure. He loved when you played with his hair, all this encouragement was getting to him. "Good girl, darling," Twilight whispered in your ear between a breath, "I'm going to fill you."

Do I even have to say something about this? BREEDING KINK

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Twilight's legs were trembling as well, he was exhausted from this whole interaction. His body felt weak and he was breathing heavy, he was in complete ecstasy at the moment. He used his fingers to avoid his seed spilling out, he put his "release" back inside, not wasting a single bit of it. "Well well, so you are speechless this time, my dear,"

I AM SCREAMING, HE'S OUT OF CONTROL. A LEASH, I REPEAT, PUT HIM ON A LEASH

You will probably keep hearing from me if this chat gets out of control again. Sorry again, this is way too long. Much love <3

~ 🦋

An unhinged Link is a wild Link 🦋 anon 👀💞

And no! I'm getting used to long asks but they do take a long while for me to respond to and I always try to respond in order of my asks but sometimes I only have time for the shorter asks but I try my best to make sure I get every detail when I answer an ask so I don't leave anything out! 🥰✨💖

AYO??? THE FIRST EXAMPLE AND I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT SO SOON- LMFAO IT GOT ME CHOKING ON MY DRINK ☠️☠️

Please, that caught me so off guard, I didn't expect it to happen so soon like damn, the first sentence got me 😫☠️💓

AND PLEASE SHOW ME TWI. SHOW ME.

And nah fr, I think he called out half the fandom like that ☠️☠️

YES PLEASE RUIN US, WE LOVE IT. AND DAMN, WHY HE SO??? IT'S GIVING ME??? BUTTERFLIES?? these examples are wild asf and I'm living for it 😫😫💖✨

It caught me off guard too, I'm speechless-

I think you broke the filter too☠️ it seems that not even the filter can prevent the AI to sometimes want to indulge in the storyline because it's just so good that it's lapping up it's dinner😫😫

AND YES, SEND IT!! I NEED TO KNOW, MY CURIOSITY IS GETTING THE BETTER OF ME 😭😭😭💞

AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR 🦋 ANON!! I HOPE YOU HAD AN AMAZING DAY AND THAT YOU WERE SPOILED AND THAT IT WAS A NICE TIME 🥹🥹💝💕

Lmfao I'm wheezing, Twilight is the definition of breeding kink rn and he ain't ashamed of it and your caption for me wheezing because OWOWS I DON'T BLAME YOU. I REALLY DON'T. PLEASE-

PLEASE, "good girl, darling." HAS ME SQUEALING AND ROLLING ON THE FLOOR AND THEN HE GOES, "I'm going to fill you."

Dramatic sexy music intensifies.

BREEDING KINK. I REPEAT. BREEDING KINK.

WHAT THE F- BRO?????? DUDE??? THE AI?? PUTTING IT BACK INSIDE??? I-

I'm truly, utterly speechless and in such a good way, omw, this truly fed me now. IM DROOLING WTF. I'M GOING CRAZY.

This is wild.

Please, here's a leash 😫😫😫

AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN!! I can't wait to hear what other Shenanigans you get up to with! 😫✨💞

#almondanswers #WHY THE FCK IS TWILIGHT SO HOT FOR THIS??#breedingkink twi!!!#HAPPY BIRTHDAY #SHOVING THAT SEED BACK INSIDE-#almondsai

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ssplague · 1 year

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Announcement 📢

Just in case you were worried…

I have not jumped ship 🛳 and abandoned my stories!

Now let me explain:

So there will be only two more chapters left of Prized Posession (Which are COMPLETE & ready to upload)…That being said; THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE SERIES!

I just thought it would be a good idea to split the series into two pieces because some people get intimidated by a 40+ chapter story for some reason (I don’t understand it either, but 🤷🏼‍♀️)

So the second part of this story will focus on your life as Mrs.Bakugou, and it’s going to be absolutely fucking TOXIC, & so much more fucked up. The first part was all about luring you in, getting immersed in that false sense of security, getting used to the subject matter, now that you are good n’ locked 🔒 down…

Don’t say I didn’t warn you 🫥

The yandere and narcissistic family aspects of this story will be on full display throughout the entire second half.

The rest of this series is going to be so much darker, what you’ve read so far has been tame compared to what I have planned! You guys won’t have long to wait either, I’ve already got a fair amount written!As an added SURPRISE I’m including excerpts from the new story, check below the cut👇🏼

Please leave me at least a ❤️‍🔥 comment, if you want to be/remain on the TAG LIST

If Prized isn’t your cup of tea, don’t abandon me, I GOT YOU 😉

I’m going to be updating older stories, posting the Re-write of Late Bloomer, and I also have some brand new stand alone pieces (just say one shots stupid 🙄) that I hope you will all enjoy!

Without further ado, I bring you

Prized Posession: Till death do us part ☠️

Love’s gonna get you killed

But prides gonna be the death

Of you &

you & me

Then you began to scream.

You howled with sorrow, desperate to release these all too painful feelings.

Who knows how long you did this, thin lines of blue light illuminated your curtains, the moon was high in the sky.

Choking on tears, snot, and the undeniable truth that you were a fucking fool; So easy to deceive, your whole life has been a lie…Only a weak person could be taken in by such pretty words, and calculated actions.

You had buried your memories in attempts to make life with him bearable easier, because you knew you wouldn’t be able to fight him off. You knew you could never truly escape or be free from him.

It was all just for the best…

The lunacy in his eyes that you too, have now begun to mirror back at him during your intimate moments makes you I’ll. You made him into your savior, believed that he was to thank for your new chance at a life worth living.

A chance to be happy.

To really love and be loved.

Living proof that you were worth something.

It was you who allowed all of this.

So desperate to prove wrong the belief that you weren’t worthy of attention, affection, that you always have been and always will be nothing short of a disappointment.

Katsuki should be home by now…

He’ll pick up your broken pieces; Sand down the jagged edges, rebuild them over and over again, so you won’t have to.

This man is the one who destroyed you; He broke you open, and wore you down to the point you had no choice but death or accepting defeat. Defiance hardly ever crossed your mind these days.

Your soul was crying out in anguish, your spirit darkened and distorted.

❣️A/N❣️So what do you think? I couldn’t include everything and spoil the surprises I have for all of you. I low key feel this reads like an Ellen Hopkins book? I’m unsure why I tend to write yandere this way but I really like it.

#plague speaks #bnha yandere #yandere bakugou #katsuki bakugo

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tiptapricot · 8 months

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Happy 1000 followers! That's definitely a number worth celebrating :D. Here are some asks for your Ask Game; don't worry about answering them all, these are just some questions I thought of, free free to answer whichever ones you want to. :3

What got you into writing?

Is there any books or piece of media that inspired your style of writing, or did it develop in some other way?

What character(s) do you enjoy writing the most and why?

Are there any character(s) or fandom(s) you love that you'd love to write for but never have?

Are there any hobbies or interests you have that you find leak into and/or influence your stories?

When did you embrace the ways of the apricot? (That is to say, when and why did you commit to the bit and start creating your marvellous collection of apricot icons?).

Hope you're doing well :). Enjoy your fame, my friend! 🧡🧡🧡

I will answer 🔥 ☠️ ALL OF THEM 🎸🔥 *sick riff*

What got you into writing?

I don’t really remember a specific point of Getting Into It, because (and this def plays a part) my dad is a writer! He’s written for some video games and has some short stories published, so I grew up with him reading me books and writing his own manuscripts/engaging us in that way. He never like Guided me into writing but it was always a natural presence and I was exposed to a lot of stories early on.

We did nanowrimo in elementary school, and I also made comics when I was younger that were my own narratives and things, and I did a few small stories for other classes along the way, but when I started Really doing it more intentionally was when I got into fic writing. Which… what got me into that was I think like… danganronpa self insert things? That’s my ultimate lost fic. I wrote it in the notes app in middle school and it was super long and then I hated it and deleted it all and I’m SO MAD ABOUT IT because IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY TO LOOK BACK ON NOW! It was kind of just a natural progression though I guess? When I started reading fic more and being online more and getting into more media, I wanted to create for it since I’d already been doing that sort of thing (most comics I did were inspired by superhero shows I watched or DND games I played) so I stated posting. And then I did more original stories for school and started making ocs and it just sorta settled into being part of what I do.

Is there any books or piece of media that inspired your style of writing, or did it develop in some other way?

None consciously? And I can’t really trace my style to anything in specific, but there’s def got to be some input from the books I grew up on. Stuff like series of unfortunate events, larklight, the leviathan trilogy, the keys to the kingdom series, the Roman mysteries series, the Lockwood and co series, Harry Potter to an extent, etc. all were things that I was exposed to growing up. I don’t think I’ve really picked up the quippy narration a lot of those have, but I know they shaped some ideas of description and imagery I do now, at least in inspo. But I guess on a whole it just sort of developed naturally? I really don’t have a very conscious writing process half the time 😭

What character(s) do you enjoy writing the most and why?

At the moment and also in general I like characters that have strong voices. They make the prose pop for me, make it easy to find fun descriptions and forms of speech. Bill and Ted and Steven Grant definitely come to mind immediately as like. When I get to write them stuff just goes fast because I know how they’d talk and narrate and react and it feels like something very solid to shape and work with. So accents? I guess? But on a larger sense of just characters I Like Writing… MK system are all very fun and I really enjoy getting to explore their dynamics and reactions. If I ever get my hands on Din Djarin for a fic (finally) I think I’ll have a good time with him, but idk. I think it’s very dependent on the interests I’m into at the time, as those will be the characters I’m the most excited to engage with and create for, so it varies!

Are there any character(s) or fandom(s) you love that you'd love to write for but never have?

THE ZETA PROJECTTTT!!! AND ALSO MORE OF LEGION 2006 ANDDD THE DCAU ANDDDD MORE LUKE N DIN N ORIGINAL TRILOGY CAST AND THE DAREDEVIL NETFLIX CAST AND MISS FISHERS MURDER MYSTERIES AND TIGER AND BUNNY AND— Ahem. Yes there are and they torment me every day wanting to get to create for them but having finite brain space and time space makes writing everything all the time… a bit hard. I kind of want to do a like niche interest power hour week or somth where I take fandoms I haven’t written for and make a small piece for them—WOLF 359 ALSO GOOD GOD!!!!!!!! But I don’t know when that will be.

Are there any hobbies or interests you have that you find leak into and/or influence your stories?

Not generally, but whenever I’m writing a character as having an interest in something or really liking something in depth it often has to be something I’m also into for me to be able to do research on it. This can mean I sometimes have to find middle grounds between what a character might find fascinating and what I find fascinating, so sometimes my interests are directly or indirectly in stories. Lost media I know has made it in a few times, and so has sci fi and superheroes and action figures. I don’t really have a whole ton of hobbies that are easy to slot in or draw from on a large scale otherwise, as niche toy collecting, a love for stickers and earrings and clown paraphernalia, and performing arts are only applicable under certain circumstances.

INTERESTS is a whole diff thing. My monster/inhuman character love, my love for certain genres or aesthetics, etc. influences ALLLLL of my OCs and a lot of my fics. Stuff that focuses on loving the strange, or the inanimate, or the weird crossover between the two is in a lot of my work (and will be in more haha) but definitely colors the types of stories I want to do, and the original content I end up making outside of fic.

When did you embrace the ways of the apricot? (That is to say, when and why did you commit to the bit and start creating your marvellous collection of apricot icons?).

THIS ACTUALLY HAS DOCUMENTABLE HISTORY!! Ok so.

The username Tiptapricot was what I came up with when I made my Minecraft account in elementary school. I liked apricots and peaches and plums and stuff (still do) so that was part of it, but I was also into semi-tap dancing (AKA being a young kid with some cheap tap shoes from somewhere and doing performances) so tip-tap and apricot combined and… there we were. It became my standard name on sites when I had to make accounts (bar like animal jam I think because it was maybe made earlier), since it was never taken and it was unique enough to slot in.

I guess as I was maybe making an Instagram account or going into highschool or just… for some reason, my sister @dimidarling wanted to make me a cute icon and, based off my username, drew me a little apricot with a face for one! This created what I now call… Prototip on July 14th, 2019

This icon was very cute and I loved it a lot, but it wasn’t quite the vibe I was wanting for myself, so I ended up getting a PNG of an apricot, slapping it on a blue background from looking up “light blue” on Google, and drawing a little face on it. That became the Default Base Tip as is seen in my icon most places, in December of 2019

FUN FACT you will never unsee after I say it: I think at some point I resized or re-edited the image or something, and I wanted to carry over the original face I had drawn on it, so I ended up cutting it out and pasting it over a face I didn’t like as much, and on the left side of Tip’s face (our right) u can see this tinyyy little black mark showing the edge of the main face cut out because I didn’t get it perfectly covered or aligned. I’m sorry in advance.

ANYWAY! So base Tip was made. I don’t remember the following order of events, but still being in my kpop phase in late 2019 I got Twitter briefly and made a Tiptapricot account there. And having an apricot with a face I thought: wouldn’t it be so funny if I was a gimmick account that pretended to be a real life apricot tweeting? So I did that for like a little bit. And then I went: wouldn’t it make the bit even better if this apricot was appropriately apricot aged? And long story short I changed my age to be a year old, then realized that would probably be bad legally, but when changing it back to my actual birthday, Twitter freaked out and banned me for messing around with my age and not being old enough when I made an account (even though I was at the time) so I got booted off Twitter. (And I’m glad about that can you imagine if I had settled in there instead oh lord) But the seed for apricot jokes was planted!

From there it happened somewhat naturally as a way to either make reaction images for friends online without sending my face, or to change my icon to play along with a funny joke. I made edits for friends in the DC fandom and for jokes we had running about each other going to jail or like “I’m gonna beat you up” or whatever, and joined along with a growing bit of giving me Tip related names, it became something I Did.

Now my Tip folder is 200 images strong and my mascot/sona/little guy is somth I actually care a lot about and have a lot of fondness for as a way to express goofy stuff and emotions in a way that’s simple to draw and feels rly truly me.

And there you have it :-D The Ti(nfodum)p

Ty for the questions Charlie, they were super fun to answer!!

(IDs in ALT)

1000 follower celebration

#whoooooo boy that’s a lot lol #hope you guys like the me lore drop #the fruit is talking again #the fruit is answering again #1000 tip fruits

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heliads · 2 years

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omg u do teen beach movie reqs?!🤧. could we have a seacat x f reader where he really likes us, and his friends are always trying to help him to make moves on us and that often makes our friends tease us, and everything is just sorta bubbly and cute? (r is a surfer, and she’s sweet and often rlly quiet, kinda the opposite of seacat). thanks, be prepared for more from me i just finished watching this movie☠️☠️.

yes yes yes. honestly figuring out jordan fisher was in teen beach movie was just as thrilling for me as finding out he was in teen wolf

masterlist

There is a scene currently unfolding on the beach before you, one that you are trying your utmost not to notice. This task is growing more herculean by the second, because although you’ve all but buried yourself alive in your book, the sound of shouting is impossible to ignore.

From the few scant glances you’ve been stealing, you can get a rough guess of just what is going down. The surfers are out again, this time causing trouble of their own volition without even having to blame the bikers for it. The cause of all the commotion also seems to be centered around one boy in particular, the one with the dark brown curls and coral hat.

A voice from beside you interrupts your best attempts at staying oblivious to the proceedings. “You know, you are allowed to actually watch what’s happening. The rest of us have chosen to accept this as free entertainment.”

You glance over at your friend with a grin. You two are sitting side by side in a long row of beach chairs pulled out under the shade of a nearby house, one with an excellent view of the beach and the aforementioned scene. To your left, Giggles is sipping a fruity drink, and to your right, Kiki is calling you out for no good reason.

You grimace. “Yes, but if I look up from my book for a second, I might make eye contact with one of them due to all the stares they keep throwing my way. And if that’s the case, I might also realize that all of this has to do with me, and I don’t think I’m supposed to know that quite yet.”

Kiki laughs. “Y/N, how could you ever think that they’re talking about you?”

Just as she poses the question, one of the surfers flings his arm dramatically towards you, all the while shouting your name so loudly that a few nearby seagulls startle and take flight.

You arch a brow. “Yeah, I have no idea why I’d think such a thing.”

Besides, everyone on this side of the beach knows what’s going on. From the surfers to the bikers, this sort of strife has been the hottest news of the summer. Basically, Seacat is facing trouble from his friends because they keep teasing him about something: namely, the fact that he likes you and can’t seem to muster up the courage to admit it.

That’s what they’re doing now, after all, trying to say anything they can to convince him to ask you out. The surfers are a good bunch with good hearts, but man, they can be loud. You can hear practically every other word from their conversation despite being fairly far away from them.

It’s not like you mind it, though. In truth, you would be more than alright with Seacat asking you out. Your worst fear is that he won’t be able to do it at all, and his crush will fade as surely as the tide.

Thing is, you’ve been harboring a crush of your own for quite some time. You never thought your feelings would actually be returned, though– Seacat is unlike you in almost every way. He’s loud where you’re shy, exuberant where you’re quiet. You’re both still surfers, but that’s the most you have in common.

Still, you like him. Seacat has a character that makes him more fun than anyone else here, a way of making you laugh even when you swear up and down that you’ll never smile again. He sticks true to his friends and never lets a single detail go unnoticed– except, that is, when it comes to the fact that one of them may like him back.

This lands you back to square one, which involves the surfers all working together to get it through Seacat’s head that you actually do have feelings for him and he really needs to ask you out before it’s too late. You wouldn’t mind if they could be a little less obvious about it, though, because your friends are teasing you about it just as badly as Seacat’s are teasing him.

Next to you, Giggles rolls her eyes. “You might as well pay attention, it could actually goad Seacat into doing something. They’ve been having meetings like this all week.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “You think I don’t know that? Tanner has been following me around the beach to see if he can pick up on my favorite kind of flower to report back to Seacat. Eventually, they stepped on my towel so many times that I gave up and had to say it to you so he could overhear it and leave me alone.”

Giggles frowns contemplatively. “That does explain why you suddenly started talking about flowers yesterday. It didn’t make a lot of sense at the moment.”

You sigh. “None of this makes sense. I mean, when has Seacat ever needed encouragement for anything? He’s as confident as they come. Honestly, I think that’s just a sign that he doesn’t like me after all.”

Kiki and Giggles erupt in twin howls of outrage, both of them talking over each other to convince you how totally wrong you are to even suggest that.

“Honestly,” Kiki pleads, “the fact that he’s having trouble with asking you out shows that he clearly likes you a lot. I mean, why would he be overthinking things unless he really wanted to get this right?”

“Yeah,” Giggles adds, “plus, you and Seacat will be the cutest couple ever. I can practically sense it.”

“You say that about every couple here,” you point out, “even the ones that break up.”

“Well,” she sniffs, “this is different. You two are special.”

You laugh. “Well, I’m glad you’re certain about it. That would make one of us.”

Kiki’s face softens, and she reaches over to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I think the other surfers are making progress. Maybe Seacat will ask you out tonight, how about that?”

You smile at the thought. “We can only hope.”

Tonight is important, after all, it marks the twenty-fifth anniversary of Big Momma’s opening its doors for the very first time. The restaurant has been home to surfers and bikers alike for as long as anyone can remember, so of course everyone will be coming down to celebrate.

You’ve heard that the dancing should be spectacular, so you and your friends will be taking the trip down to see it for yourselves, dressed your best and ready to have fun. If Seacat’s smart, he’ll choose this as the perfect time to ask you out. He won’t even have to pay for decorations.

The hour of the celebration draws nearer, and you feel yourself growing nervous. You have no proof that Seacat will ask you out, after all, only the speculations of your friends. If you’ve learned one important lesson, though, it’s that your friends are usually right when it comes to these sorts of things. They know what boys like, and that’s girls like all of you.

You straighten the collar of your outfit nervously. Your friends have assured you a thousand times that you look stunning, but that doesn’t stop a storm of butterflies from taking up roost in your stomach.

At last, it’s time to go, and you head out with your friends in a rush of pastel colors and swishing skirts, flower crowns and tulle ruffles. There’s a crowd around the doors to Big Momma’s, and the throngs of people only grow once you step inside.

Despite all of this, you still manage to find Seacat immediately. He’s across the room from you, but the two of you lock eyes through all of the people. A soft smile appears on his face, and he starts to weave around the throngs of dancers to make his way to you.

By your sides, Kiki and Giggles exchange triumphant smiles, then discreetly slip away so that you’re alone when Seacat reaches you at last.

“You look really nice,” he says.

“So do you,” you respond.

He holds out a hand to you. “Want to dance?”

“Sure,” you breathe, and take his hand without a second’s hesitation.

He flashes a relieved smile at you and leads you out onto the dancer. You’re certain that you see at least half a dozen other surfers give him a thumbs up when they see that the two of you are together, likely the result of many hours’ careful planning.

When you’re in the middle of the floor, Seacat turns to face you again. The song is familiar, one of your favorites, and the moves come easily. Seacat’s a good dancer, the two of you live and breathe and do well together.

You’d like to think that it’s a sign of something, and maybe he does too, that both you and him have been supposed to be together for all of this time. Someone or something out there cut you two from the same cloth, and now you’re figuring out what it means to never have to be alone again.

The song ends soon enough. The silence seems pressingly loud in the absence of the music, and it rings around the dance floor, weaving in between partners and groups and solitary figures.

Seacat leans close to you, speaking now that it’s quiet enough for you to hear him. “I was wondering something.”

He freezes slightly, and you nod encouragingly. “Yeah?”

He takes a steadying breath, then keeps talking. “Would you want to go out with me? It wouldn’t have to be a big deal, of course. Maybe ice cream or a movie? Or both?”

He looks at you hopefully, eyes full of all the daydreams he’s been too afraid to believe in all of this time. Luckily for him, you don’t intend to crush those aspirations quite yet.

“I’d love to go out with you,” you say, and Seacat’s face breaks into a dazzling grin.

“Really?” He asks, then tries to seem more sure of himself. “I mean, yeah, that would be a lot of fun. Maybe this Friday at six? I can pick you up.”

You nod, smiling. “I’ll see you then.”

Just like that, you’ve got a date. Life couldn’t be better.

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