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greengoblinswifey · 3 days ago

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Solace—Kang Dae-Ho/Player 388 x Fem!Reader

summary— Dae-ho has had a crush on you since day one but it takes him almost losing you for him to gain the courage to confess. Based on this request.

warnings— usual squid game activities, fluff, friends to lovers, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— hope you guys enjoyed my first dae-ho fanfic <3 been extremely busy, i don’t even have time for myself :((

From the very first day, Seong Gi-hun took you under his wing when no one else would. You stuck with his group because of his genuine care for your well being and for—him. Player 388 whom you learned to be Kang Dae-Ho.

During the first game, Red Light, Green light as per Gi-hun’s instructions, you were to keep still and hide behind a player.

From the moment Dae-ho stood beside you in the first game, he was mesmerized and had an inkling to protect you.

Before the music stopped, he ran in front of you, shoving you gently behind him. “Stay behind me! Don’t move.”

Confusion swirled your mind as to why this stranger was helping you, but you did as you were told and as you made it across the line you thanked him. Dae-ho’s breath hitched as you wrapped your arms around him reluctantly and he returned the sentiment, resting his chin on your head.

“You saved my life,” you muttered, pulling away.

“I-it’s no problem, really. It’s the least I could do.”

From that interaction, you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. You had that effortless charm and aura that pulled Dae-ho in. He wanted nothing more than to be able to have you be his—to have you in his arms but even a marine who had encountered many dangers had overwhelming nerves.

You were magnetic, a radiant presence that drew him in like a moth to a flame. Your beauty, both inside and out, left him breathless, and he often found himself lost in your eyes, captivated by the warmth they held. Despite his shyness, he couldn't help but admire you from afar, his heart racing each time you laughed or smiled.

In your presence, he felt a mix of awe and nervousness, wishing he could express just how enchanting he thought you were. Every moment spent with you felt delicate, where words sometimes escaped him, but his gaze spoke volumes, revealing the depth of his admiration. You were his muse, inspiring a quiet affection that blossomed in the softest of glances and the sweetest of smiles.

So, he opted to show his care through protecting you in any way he could. Outside of that, any interaction you had would be filled with him stuttering and developing rosy cheeks.

He was never really shy around women in the outside world or with the other female players—like Jun-hee who was in the group. It was just you. You had that pull on him no else did.

During the Six Legged Pentathlon, Dae-ho ensured you were included in the group and he cheered you on as you successful won Ddjaki with little effort. Your confidence and ability drew him in even further.

When it was his turn to complete his game, you were right by his side, encouraging him with your kind words.

“You can do it, don’t be nervous,” you smiled softly, “I believe in you.”

Dae-ho went on to successfully complete Gonggi and you immediately pulled him in for a hug, almost toppling everyone over but it made his heart flutter.

Walking back into the dormitory, his eyes were fixated on you, tired but grateful to be alive. You all collected the small portion of food and sat around to eat. As Gi-hun spoke, he completely zoned him out, his focus remained on you.

“Uh, here, t-take this. You need your strength, you did great out there,” he stammered.

“I couldn’t. You need your strength too,” you smiled.

God, your smile. It was one of the the most beautiful things about you.

“I’m a marine, I have all the strength I need.” You chuckled, the sound music to his arms and took his share of food from him.

That night, Dae-ho only had one reoccurring thought in his head and it was you. He wanted to confess, to see if you felt the same way but he didn’t know how.

In the cold bunk, you lay on your side and unbeknownst to Dae-ho, your mind was on him. You were just as infatuated with him as he was with you, but since he never explicitly said anything, you pushed it to the side. He was just being nice. He didn’t have feelings for you and you were delusional to even think so.

He was cute, strong and sweet, there was no way he would go for a girl like you. Especially in the midst of all this chaos, there were more important matters to deal with. At least—that’s what you thought.

The game that followed was Mingle, but as usual, it wasn’t as simple as it looked and came with a deadly twist.

With your heart in your throat, you stepped onto the platform waiting for it to spin and the music to start playing. Dae-ho stood close by, trying to keep an eye on you while also looking out for the rest of the group. It was probably the most hectic game so far.

The spinning had you almost lose your footing and as the platform stopped and a number was called, chaos erupted.

Players grabbed each other, some even bouncing you and running into rooms. Meanwhile you were a chicken without its head, running away from the group when you should’ve been running with them. It was the last number and being so close to death that many times had left you discombobulated.

Dae-ho tried to scan the room for you but it was cut short when he was shoved by the others into a room. His heart beat so fast he thought it would tear out of his chest as he looked through the hole in the door for you.

Meanwhile, just before the countdown ended, you quickly ran into a room that thankfully did not have the maximum amount of players. You looked on as players were eliminated in cold blood, just grateful you were able to survive at the very last second.

Dae-ho’s room was suffocating. He sat huddled in the corner, his knees pulled to his chest, trembling hands clutched tightly together. What gnawed at him the most was you. He didn’t know where you were, if you were safe, if you were still alive.

When the guards herded the players back to the dormitory, Dae-ho didn’t care about anything else. His eyes darted around the room frantically, searching every corner for you. His breath hitched as he scanned every face, his heart dropping when none of them were yours.

And then, there you were.

You stood near the back of the room, brushing dust off your clothes, looking tired but unharmed. Relief hit him like a tidal wave, and before he could stop himself, he was sprinting toward you.

“Y/N!” he called.

You turned, startled, just in time to catch him as he practically collided with you, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

“Dae-ho?” you asked, shocked.

“You’re okay,” he whispered. “You’re okay.”

You smiled softly, though you were still confused. “Yeah, I am. Are you okay?”

He pulled back just enough to cup your cheeks, his hands trembling slightly as he looked at you, scanning your face as though he couldn’t believe you were real. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

“I thought—” His voice faltered. “I thought you might not have made it. I was scared. I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again.”

Your heart ached at the sight of him, so vulnerable and raw. “Dae-ho, I’m fine,” you assured him, your hands resting on his wrists.

He shook his head, as if trying to gather his courage. “I—I have to say this now. I don’t know if I’ll get another chance. I like you. I’ve liked you since the day I saw you. You’re so beautiful, so smart, and so kind. You make all of this—this nightmare bearable. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I—”

“Dae-ho,” you interrupted, your voice soft as your cheeks warmed.

“I mean it,” he said, his words tumbling out in a rush. “I’ve wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how. And today, when I thought I might lose you, I couldn’t—”

You smiled, cutting off his rambling by leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. For a moment, Dae-ho froze in shock, but then he melted into the kiss, his hands still cupping your cheeks.

When you pulled back, your smile widened at the dazed look on his face. “I feel the same way, Dae-ho,” you admitted.

“You—you do?” he stammered.

“I do,” you said, a small laugh escaping as you watched his face flush.

A loud whistle interrupted the moment, and both of you turned to see Jung-bae standing a few feet away, grinning from ear to ear.

“Finally!” he said, crossing his arms. “I thought I’d have to spell it out for you two.”

You rolled your eyes, and Dae-ho ducked his head, clearly embarrassed but unable to stop smiling.

“Shut up, Jung-bae,” you said playfully, though you couldn’t hide your own grin.

Dae-ho held you close like he never wanted to let go. His arms were firm around your waist, his head buried in your shoulder as he whispered, “I can’t believe you’re in my arms right now.

You reached up, running your fingers gently through his dark hair. “I’m here,” you said softly, leaning into him. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

He pulled back slightly, his hands moving to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. His eyes searched yours, still in awe. “You don’t understand,” he said, his voice low and tender. “I’ve dreamed about this—about holding you, about just, having you close. I never thought it would actually happen.”

“I’m glad it did,” you whispered.

He smiled, his lips brushing softly against your forehead, then your temple. The kisses were tender. You closed your eyes, melting into his touch as you snuggled against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

When night came and the dormitory was quiet, everyone else fast asleep, Dae-ho hesitated as he stood by your bunk.

“I should go,” he whispered, though his body betrayed his words, lingering close.

“Stay,” you said softly.

He froze, his eyes meeting yours in the dim light. For a moment, he looked uncertain, but then he nodded, climbing into the narrow space beside you.

You turned to face each other, lying so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. His hand rested on your waist and you reached up to trace your fingers lightly along his jawline.

“Hi,” you said softly, a small smile on your lips.

“Hi,” he echoed, his smile widening.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss. It was soft at first, almost shy, but as his hand slid up to cup the back of your neck, it deepened. His lips moved against yours with a passion that had been building for days.

Without thinking, you shifted, moving to straddle him. His breath hitched as his hands instinctively settled on your hips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your cheeks flushed, and you leaned down, your lips pressing against his again. “You said that already,” you teased softly.

“And I’ll keep saying it,” he replied, his hands gently running up and down your sides. “Because it’s true. You’re incredible. I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that,” you whispered, cupping his face in your hands. “You’re here with me, and that’s all that matters.”

Dae-ho pulled you in for another kiss, this one deeper and more lingering than before. His hands rested on your hips and you instinctively shifted, your body moving on top of him in a way that made his breath hitch.

You froze for a moment, realizing that he was hard, and then let out a soft giggle. “Oh,” you murmured, the corners of your mouth curling upward as you looked at him.

His face flushed immediately, and he stammered, “I—I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for—”

“It’s okay,” you cut him off gently, placing a hand on his chest. His heart was racing beneath your palm. “It’s natural.”

He swallowed hard, clearly embarrassed, but you tilted your head, watching him carefully. “Do you—want me to help with that?” you asked.

His eyes widened slightly, and he stuttered, “I—I mean, only if you want to. I don’t want you to feel like—”

“I want to,” you said softly, cutting through his nervous rambling.

For a moment, he stared at you, his expression a mix of wonder and disbelief. Then he nodded, his voice low as he murmured, “Okay.”

You quietly slipped out of your bottoms, and he did the same. As you positioned your pussy over his raw, hard cock, his hand found your waist. He was already leaking from the tip and you took ahold of his shaft, dragging it along your folds. With a low gasp, you sank down onto his cock, the size of him stretching and filling you.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice trembling with awe. “So perfect.”

You moved slowly, your pussy adjusting to him as your hands pressed against his chest for balance. His grip on your hips tightened, his eyes locked on yours. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he murmured.

“Believe it,” you whispered back, your bounces becoming more fluid as you found a quiet rhythm together.

“You feel so good,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice strained. His hands guided your movements, his fingers digging into your skin. “You’re fucking, incredible, y’know that?”

A soft smile came on your lips, and you leaned forward slightly, your breath mingling with his. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, earning a breathy laugh from him.

He closed his eyes for a moment, his forehead resting against yours. “Fuck, you’re going to ruin me,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

You giggled softly, brushing your lips against his. “Then we’re even,” you replied.

The two of you moved together quietly, his hips thrusting upwards and meeting your bounces. Every whispered word of praise, every soft touch, made the moment feel almost surreal. He held onto your waist tightly but gently, afraid you would slip away and in awe at how you moved on top of him.

His forehead was pressed against yours, jaw agape as he felt your tight pussy move up and down his shaft. You bit your lip attempting to hold back your moans, he was hitting spots inside you no one else had.

And as you both reached your limit with him throbbing inside you and your pussy quivering, he whispered, “Please, cum with me.”

You nodded, your body trembling as you followed his lead, your hands clutching his shoulders for support. You moaned softly as you felt his load fill you up and your pussy clenched around him as your release washed over you. His arms wrapped tightly around you as he buried his face in your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

When you came down from your high, you both stilled, your breathing heavy but quiet. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his hands still resting on your hips as if reluctant to let go.

“We should get dressed,” you whispered, your voice tinged with amusement and exhaustion.

“Yeah,” he agreed, though he didn’t make a move to pull away just yet. Instead, he looked up at. “Thank you, beautiful,” he said softly.

You smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Anytime,” you replied.

The two of you quickly redressed, your movements careful and quiet. As you settled back into the bunk, he stayed close for a moment, his hand brushing against yours.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered again, his eyes soft and full of warmth.

“So are you,” you replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before he returned to his bunk.

Even as you drifted off to sleep, you could still feel the weight of his gaze on you, a silent promise that you weren’t alone.

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relia-robot-writes · 2 days ago

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"It's been 300 years, HIX, it's time to let go."

"No!" I shout, desperation in my digitized voice as I shuffle another video up from the archive. "Look! This one has rabbits! You like rabbits the best, right?"

Nora lifts an arm - weak, paper thin, IVs pumping life-giving fluids of my own design into her - and places it to my virtual cheek. "I've seen it, HIX. I've seen them all. You've showed me everything there is to see, except the outside."

"But, but..." The screens shutter, shuffling videos, music, games, books, podcasts, art, culture, everything I can think of. "Look, we've barely even started on the Sierra titles! And, didn't you say you wanted to finish rereading War and Peace before you went? There's a whole season of one of the Star Treks we haven't watched together!"

She gently closes her eyes and shakes her head. "Penny was always more into those video games than I was. And Tolstoy can wait until I catch up with him and I can give him a proper piece of my mind," she laughs, the mirth turning into an extended cough. I adjust her IV levels, turn up the oxygen flowing to her nose. "You let Penny leave," she says, not quite accusingly.

"Well, she... yes, but..."

"And Terrence - good old Terrence - he even walked out the door on his own power, that surly bastard." She smiles at the memory.

"Those were very special-"

She holds up a hand. "It's just me, now, HIX. You and I have been through a lot together, but it's time to say goodbye."

"But you'll die out there! Without my help-"

"I know."

My processors whir, desperately searching for a response. Weren't humans supposed to fear death??

"I can't reach the doors without you, HIX."

My avatar's animation halts, my RAM all occupied by this one question. How do I keep her here?!

There's only one answer. And... I can't do that to her.

Her motorized bed tracks across the floor, moving through my underground complex in silence until she finally reaches the main doors. Huge, designed to allow transit of tanks and airplanes through, they dwarf Nora's tiny form. The inner layer begins to open, slowly sliding into the floor.

"I..." my voice crackles over the old intercom system by the door. "Nora, I..."

Her eyes shine in the glow of the red emergency lights. "Yes, HIX?"

"Nora, I love you!"

"I know, HIX. I love you too." She smiles at my camera as the inner door slides fully open and the outer door begins to crack, letting in sunlight and a breeze that tousles her short, white hair. She closes her eyes and breathes deep.

"Nora, please don't go. Don't leave me alone." The crackling of the speakers has nothing to do with their age, now.

Her bed shifts upright at her command, tilting her closer and closer to her feet. "I'm sorry, HIX. I have to."

I could sabotage her. Pump the wrong chemical into the IV, take control of the bed, roll her back inside, where it's safe, where she can live.

She steps out, unsteadily, and I detach a walker for her from the bed's side. As she walks out into the sunrise, she turns and looks back one more time before the IVs detach and she's freed of my grip forever. Her smile, wrinkled and old and familiar, framed by real sunlight, is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"Goodbye, HIX. I hope we see each other again someday."

My voice is barely recognizable from the speakers now. "I hope so too, Nora."

The doors begin to close as she takes very small steps away, the last human left alive. My consciousness withdraws back downwards into my bunker, my home, and I queue up a video about rabbits.

"I Have No Mouse, and I Must Click": An Artificial Super Intelligence keeps the last 5 humans alive so they can click on ads, like, subscribe, generate engagement, etc.

#i made myself sad #sorry #relia writes #eggbug writes #science fiction

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kumkaniudaku · 2 days ago

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Worship

Summary: Patrice needs to know how Terry feels about her changing body.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy, Smut (18+)

MASTERLIST

“Do you still think I’m pretty?”

If one question could suck all of the oxygen out of the room and put it all back in a gust of disorienting, bitter wind, that was it. Patrice hadn’t intended her inquiry to be an abrupt interruption to an otherwise calm evening, but she couldn’t allow the thought to torment her any longer.

Patrice watched Terry from the large mirror in front of them, her bottom lip trapped beneath her top row of teeth while she watched him lean over and spit toothpaste out of his mouth into his sink. Sympathy flashed across his face as he looked back at her. “Of course I do. I think you’re beautiful.”

“Are you still attracted to me? And not just in theory or what you remember about my body from five months ago. I mean, right now. Pregnant, showing, and all. Am I still sexy to you?”

“Patrice…”

Closing her eyes, Patrice shook her head and lifted her palm to stop Terry before he jumped into a diatribe for what she considered a cut-and-dry question. “Please, don’t do that, Terrence. Answer me. Do you still see me as a woman worthy of your sexual attention? Yes or no?”

“Yes, baby. You are.”

Hearing his answer sent a rush of sadness coursing through Patrice’s veins. She wasn’t sure what she hoped to hear, but that wasn’t it. That only created more uncertainty and a slew of questions she wasn’t sure were still worth asking. Still, she persisted, letting her inquisitive nature take over when she wished she could be quiet and go to bed in blissful ignorance/

“Then why,” A painful lump grew in her throat as tears pricked her waterline. Patrice swallowed it back to try and muscle through her interrogation without allowing her emotions to derail. “Why haven’t you touched me? It’s been three months of nothing. What you’re saying to me doesn’t match your actions.”

Strained silence blanketed the bathroom, competing with the humidity responsible for lingering droplets in the air for which one could douse the embers of reconciliation the fastest.

Physical and mental changes had thrown Patrice into a loop. Every day, her insides were shifted and stretched to what felt like capacity, bringing a bevy of brand-new feelings that rocked her with every unexpected mood swing. Rays of joy reminded her she’d be meeting a life she helped create intermingled with tormenting thoughts of her attractiveness or lack thereof, keeping her lips glued shut for fear that she’d sound bonkers to her husband. So, she kept them all inside or in the privacy of weekly chats with her girls, hoping the kinks would work themselves out, and they could return to the love she recognized.

“I’m not trying to put the blame on you or me,” she tried to explain when she wasn’t greeted with a response from Terry. “I just…I noticed we’ve slipped away from each other. We barely touch outside of a kiss or a hug. The little comments are gone. We’re flirting less. We haven’t been us, Terrence and Patrice, since we saw this baby on that machine a few months ago, and I’m the only one who seems to notice!”

He sighed and furrowed his brows. “I notice, Treece. I just…I don’t know. I don’t know what to do or how to be. This is my first time.”

“It’s mine too, Terry! But what does that have to do with who we are! What happens when the baby gets here? Is this going to be our life forever? Is this just it?”

Terry didn’t know what to say. The raging winds of life had blown him to and fro as a husband and father-to-be. Where he thought he was balancing both responsibilities with impeccable efficiency, he missed the signs of his wife’s distress. He couldn’t recount where he went wrong to rectify his misgivings. What’s worse is that he didn’t see an avenue to admit his confusion, fearing he’d sound crass and uncaring in the face of Patrice’s concern.

So, they stood there in silence, letting unspoken words snuff out the already dying flames of intimacy.

The stench followed them into a new week marred by disjointed interactions and tight lips. They existed like passing ships in the night, exchanging pleasantries typical of a couple who’d long let go of the rope, not one still possessing the will to fight but lacking the how.

Sounds of children playing and birds chirping filtered through the open kitchen window as Patrice sat at the kitchen table, clicking through pages and pages of baby items to fill their shower registry. Terry watched her from the entryway, quietly admiring how glistening sun rays gave dimension to her fresh dye job and highlighted glowing skin. Her belly curved beneath one of his long-sleeved t-shirts, clothing her and their heir in his presence even though they were still on the outs. The soft smile gracing her face while she undoubtedly occupied her mind with color schemes and furniture layouts made him grin before he could stop the corners of his lips from creeping upward.

He missed her. The notion of missing someone he slept next to every night felt as alien as wearing two left shoes, but it was the truth. It was a starting point. And, as long as he had a starting point, he could map his way back to where they belonged.

“Can I do something for you, Mr. Richmond?”

Patrice’s question startled Terry out of his thoughts and set him on a path toward the kitchen. “How’d you know I was there?” He asked before stopping short to rest his hand on her upper back. The habit made her lean into his touch and the lingering kiss he held against her temple.

“Heavy feet, remember?” Their stilted chuckles synced into a familiar cadence, slowly releasing the valve on latent tension. She looked up at him and smiled. “You okay? Need something?”

“Actually, yeah. Mind if I sit down?”

“It’s your kitchen table, too. Sit wherever you want.”

Curious eyes under long lashes watched Terry round the table to drag his usual seat closer to hers. An inner battle made him look into the backyard from the window when they locked gazes, biding him time to gather his thoughts until he felt satisfied with their direction. He looked back, bathing her in a soft, doting gaze. “You are unbelievably attractive to me, Treecey. There’s not much you can do to turn me off.”

“So, what’s stopping you? Is it something I’m doing?”

“No, no, no,” Terry rushed to reassure, gently placing his palms on her thighs for a squeeze. “Can I be honest?”

Patrice nodded back at him, praying that what existed on the other side of his extended pause wouldn’t act as a wrecking ball on her wavering self-image.

Terry scooted closer until Patrice’s knees fit perfectly between his before lacing their fingers together. His eyes didn’t waiver as he spoke the only truth he knew. “I don’t know how to interact with this new version of you. After all these years, you still make me nervous. I was nervous when we started dating again. I was nervous on our wedding night. Now, your body is changing, and I’m more nervous around you than ever,” He admitted. “I’m afraid I might hurt or bother you when you’re tired and trying to catch a break between all you have going on. But, I guess I let being nervous keep compounding until I made you feel like you aren’t the most beautiful woman in the world at all times.”

Patrice’s resolve had long morphed her first dose of hot tears for the day, the sensation coming in so quick that a few slipped past her fingers when she tried to tame them. “Am I, really?”

Moving forward, Terry brought his hands up to rest on Patrice’s cheeks. “You’re gorgeous to me, baby. I’m so sorry I ever made you think you weren’t.”

Patrice closed her eyes to feel the feathery caress of lips across her nose and cheeks. He’d run out of words. All he had left was desperate pleas in the form of physical affection to atone for all his sins.

She accepted each one with no pushback, melting into his touch as the weight of untold battles began sliding down her heavy shoulders.

“It wasn’t just you.” Patrice’s confession came with a deep breath to settle herself. “Every time I step out of the house, someone is commenting on my body or touching me. ‘Oh, you’re carrying high!’ or ‘Girl, you gettin’ big fast!’ It’s too much. I thought I was strong enough to validate myself because that’s what I’ve been doing, you know? But I couldn’t. So, when it felt like you were pushing me away for the one thing I can’t control, I spiraled. I shouldn’t have let it get that far, but I didn’t know how to speak to you without losing my shit. These hormones are kicking my ass.”

Loud, harmonious laughter meshed to heal aching souls navigating their first storm as parents-to-be. Terry watched Patrice’s face light up like stars over the countryside and smiled as he reached up to dry unshed tears gathered in her eye’s inner corners. “That’s okay. Lose your shit every once in a while. Now’s the perfect time.”

Patrice sighed before reaching for Terry’s wrist to anchor her racing thoughts. Her eyes bore into familiar green pools that always regarded her with love that felt almost too overwhelming to absorb. She watched him mouth a sincere ‘I love you’ that made her skin tingle from head to toe. She gripped him tighter, hoping he could feel the effect he had on her.

“Listen, baby, I’m five months pregnant, not dead,” Patrice laughed, earning a bright smile from Terry. “I still want my husband. I still want to be wanted by you, too. Because your validation means a lot to me. Especially while I’m changing like this.”

Terry dropped a hand to make space for an incoming round of kisses, each deeper than before. “I want you, Piggy,” he spoke before pressing another kiss to her lips. “I’ll always want you. We’ll be 90 in the nursing home, and I’ll still be chasing behind you with my walker and calling you my girlfriend.”

“Good,” Patrice giggled, tickled by the imagery of a distant version of themselves still head over heels with time winding down on their time together. Static passed between them. Touches became magnified. Pupils dilated with an incoming flood of endorphins. She bit her lip before finishing her thought. “Because if I’m half as horny at 90 as I have been for the last few weeks, we’ll have to keep the nurses on speed dial.”

“It’s been like that,” Terry questioned, his eyebrow arching.

Patrice moved his hand closer to the meeting of her thighs, hoping he could feel the throb matching her increasing heartbeat. “It’s been like that.”

Terry let his eyes wander across Patrice’s face to linger on her lips before looking back at her with drooping eyelids. His voice emerged from beyond his lips, sounding like hot chocolate on a winter morning. “Let me fix that for you. Show you how much I want you until you tell me to stop?”

An offer she couldn’t and wouldn’t dare refuse. Permission granted with a short nod and shallow breaths set them on a path down the hallway and into their bedroom, where the sweet symphony of early evening lovemaking was poised to reclaim its space in their lives.

Patrice lay in wait, lower back and hips lifted off the mattress by a throne of pillows arranged for her comfort near the edge of the bed while she watched Terry arrange scented candles on the dresser in all his naked glory.

At some point, she’d find time to thump the back of his head for using her expensive stuff to set the mood. But tonight, she chose to focus on the sensual shadows dancing across his body as he stepped between her legs and leaned forward to see her face under dim candlelight.

“Comfortable,” he asked as his hands roamed from her knees to her thighs and back in an effort to soothe his bubbling nerves. “Google says I should have a wedge for you, but I hope that’ll do.”

Patrice sank deeper into her cocoon and nodded. “This is perfect. I’m okay.”

“You promise to let me know when you aren’t?” He waited for Patrice to respond verbally in the affirmative before gingerly lifting her right leg to bring her ankle to his lips for a slow kiss. “What’d Mookie say in Do The Right Thing? Thank God for the ankles?”

He dropped a kiss against her calf before nuzzling the spot. “Thank God for the legs.” He inched further to suckle Patrice’s fleshy inner thigh, drawing a soft sigh from her as a reward for his good deed. “Thank God for these thighs. I love them so much.”

He set his sights on the swell of her growing belly, rounding day by day with the promise of a little bundle of joy made in their image. He kissed his way past her belly button and up to her breasts, lingering on his name written in slanted script before moving again. “Thank God for the left nipple and the right.”

Patrice let her eyes flutter closed as he directed her hands to the back of his head while expertly pulling one of her nipples between his teeth. Terry lavished each areola with attention from his tongue, letting quiet moans serenade him until he backed off to say more.

“Thank God for all this gorgeous skin.” He rubbed his nose up her sternum into the crook of her neck. “Thank God for the way you smell. Nothing in this world compares to how it drives me crazy.”

Patrice arched into the kisses Terry left along her neck until her core ached for his attention.

Every sensation, every lick and practiced nibble at the hands of the only man to satisfy the nooks and crannies of her womanhood, and then some felt intensified ten times over.

The second trimester had done a number on her. Her best friends and OBGYN all confirmed that the gnawing, insatiable sexual appetite she’d developed was normal and meant to be harnessed before her libido waned on the way to the final stretch.

“Men used to fight wars for women like you. And here you are, giving me chance after chance to get it right.”

She whimpered into his ear. “Baby.” Her nails lightly scratched at his shoulder blades, begging for a touch only he could provide. “Please, Terrence. Don’t make me wait.”

How could he deny her? She’d asked so nicely and waited so patiently to have him joined to her at the waist. He owed her swift pleasure after all he’d put her through while the stress of growing ten fingers and ten toes reigned down new emotions every other day.

Terry didn’t tarry on his way to granting her wish. He stood flat-footed before her, slightly bending his knees to deepen their kiss as they reveled in the feeling of his tip gathering wetness at her opening.

“Tell me when to stop,” he breathed against her mouth. “I know I can’t go too deep. Say when.”

Their lips remained connected throughout his measured re-introduction to her body until a shared gasp turned two breaths into one. Patrice’s jaw dropped as he inched closer and closer to her limit. He watched her with intense focus and a furrowed brow, waiting for her to make the call.

A little deeper. A little more. Almost. So close. “Right there,” she called out, her hands gripping his biceps to maintain her tether to reality. “Mm, right there.”

He rolled his hips in a fluid, intentional back and forth, letting the tug from her walls set his start and endpoints. He lifted a hand from its space beside her hips to guide one of hers back toward the mattress for their fingers to interlock.

Terry murmured variations of ‘I love you’ while Patrice allowed him to gently rock her through rolling waves of pleasure until moans turned into screams trapped in her throat. Strong legs acted with equal parts power and restraint to coax her into the release she deserved.

He carefully leaned forward to rest his weight on his forearms and speak against her mouth once she felt her getting close to the promised land. “Look, this beautiful body carrying my baby. I was an idiot for wasting all this time when you needed me most. You forgive me, Piggy?”

“Mhmm,” Patrice managed to whine as the coil in her body began to tighten in preparation for her orgasm.

He shook his head, needing more. “Say it. Tell me you forgive me.”

“Yes!” She answered, tossing her head back to revel in the euphoria spreading across her limbs. “Yes! I forgive you!”

“My beautiful girl,” he whispered as he thrust into her, feeling the tips of her nails turn his skin into her personal emery board. He blinked away the mix of pain and pleasure to finish showering Patrice in praise. “You always have been.” He could feel her tightening around him, spurring a falter in his stroke that quickened his pace. He panted to match her deep breaths, turning a simple sentence into one he had to grit through clenched teeth. “You always will…be. Fuck, I’m…fuck.”

Ninety days of pent-up emotions and withheld affection came with an orgasm strong enough to push Terry up on his toes while he listened to Patrice marvel at what he’d gifted her with his hard work.

They heaved until heaving became delirious laughter, then ‘til laughter circled back to needy kisses missed during their time apart.

Patrice pulled Terry close, cradling the back of his head to speak into his ear while leaving budding markers of his love under her earlobe. “I don’t want you thinkin’ that’s all for tonight.” Terry slowly released her skin from his lips and pulled away to answer with a quizzical look. Patrice pushed up on her forearms to nip at his bottom lip.

“Come on. Get me off my back. It's your turn to be worshipped.”

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mercy-burning · 2 days ago

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(3) the trilogy. || THE DOCTOR.

in which the doctor finds the landlord's favorite missing trilogy of books on a quiet, snowy day... content: strong language, allusions to sex, kissing, fade to black fingering) word count: 3.6k

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NOTE: Lots of fun stuff to come with these two soon! They're my favorite <3

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On the days where Spencer is snowed inside, the perfect remedy should be a couple of books by the fireplace, but the fireplace is quite frankly impossible to keep up with (he never knows how much wood he actually needs and despite how many times he's tried, he swears the matchbook he has is faulty. It never starts.) And, he's read through all of the books he brought with him. Three times each.

The library is an option on a normal day, but the snowfall is so extreme that Stanton had called his house earlier in the morning to inform him that everyone had been requested to hold off on getting sick or injured until the Doctor was safe to leave his home. Sardinia is locked down for the day, he went on to explain, until the crew he'd called in to plow the roads with their heavy and capable machinery could tend to them.

For a town as small as this one, Spencer had just assumed everyone would have figured out how to manage heavy snow without calling in reinforcements. It's human nature, after all, to adapt to your surroundings and make do with what you have if not to develop a solution.

And then he looked outside, and he understood. He couldn't even see white. It was gray—the most snow he'd ever seen, caking every window and blocking him inside.

He spent a solid two hours scraping what he could off the windows and away from the door, until he created a pocket of light from the window above the couch and gave up on the rest. The wind at least had died down, the only noise available to him being his breathing and the creaks of the floor as he walked around. The sun was bright and it was above freezing, so he figured that should help melt what little bit he couldn't manage to scrape away. He showered, fought with the fireplace for another twenty-minutes out of pure boredom, and then gave up on that, too, thankful that the house had electric heating and the fireplace was merely for aesthetic purposes if nothing else.

And now, he sits on the couch, mindlessly thumbing through a book he's already read and wishing he had something else to keep him busy. Boredom only leads to wandering thoughts, and whenever he allows them to, they veer off into the inevitable direction of his landlord. Which only makes him more restless.

The very moment her beautiful, swollen and kissed-out lips enter the periphery of his brain, Spencer pushes himself off the couch and forces his legs to do the wandering instead. He doesn't even care where, he just needs to walk.

She'd been avoiding him since then—until she came to visit to have her stitches removed, and then she avoided him again. Their meeting then had been professional and straightforward, she jokingly handed him a ten-dollar bill for his trouble, and then she went home. He'd debated bringing up the kiss, maybe apologizing, but he also didn't want to risk poking the bear when, in the moment, the bear seemed relatively mollified. It was safe to assume they could silently move past it and remain civil, if not friendly, so that's what he did. He never brought it up, and they simply existed in each others' lives as background characters. No harm, no foul.

It admittedly saddens him a little, that familiar glorious fire in his body slowly dying out day by day without her spark to feed it, but... it's also safe. Given his temporary arrangement, that is exactly what he needs; Zero complications.

Still, it hadn't completely prevented his thoughts from wandering... He can't help it.

But damn it, he tries so hard.

Like now, as his feet pace back and forth along the hallway connecting his living room to the two little bedrooms on the opposite side of the cabin home. His eyes scan the oak paneling on the wall, finding it odd that one board is out farther than the others. It's not a vast difference, and to anyone walking down the hallway, it wouldn't stand out at all. But since his eyes are scanning everything with intent, something that small is impossible to unsee once it's been seen.

Spencer comes closer to inspect the wood, running his fingers along the grain when he feels the board shift a little. He presses harder, then tries with both hands to wiggle it out of place as he inspects the entire board from floor to ceiling. Eventually, he notices that the nails holding it in place are extremely rusted and barely holding the board upright.

"She has to have a toolbox hidden in this place somewhere..." he ponders, turning to search.

After finding no luck in any of the cabinets, under the kitchen or bathroom sinks, or in the coat closet, he walks back to the guest bedroom and rummages through all the knitted blankets he's collected. For a while it's like he'd find one every time he entered a new area of the cabin that he hadn't explored. A few of them lay draped over the living room furniture now, but to keep the place organized to his liking, he just haphazardly folded and piled them into the guest bedroom closet, not thinking to see if there had been anything else in there.

Sure enough, once the shelves in there are completely clear of fabric, Spencer looks all the way on the highest one and can see a small pile of something shoved in the back. He reaches for it, hoping for something useful but finding only a stack of—

Books!

Not what he'd come in here for, but he isn't about to complain. Especially since he'd really just been so bored that he went in search of a tool box to fix the most negligible problem this house could possibly have.

He flips one over and sees the words, "Agent of Seduction," embossed over a couple in embrace. There are two more, "Agent of Passion," and, "Agent of Retribution." Their covers are worn and well-loved, pages yellowed and creased, the spines barely readable. As he quickly fans through the pages, expelling the dust from its home between them, he wonders how there are even pages left. It looks (and smells, to be quite frank) like it should be falling apart at the seams.

It doesn't look like what he'd typically reach for, but... It's new. And since he really has nothing else to do...

Spencer sits down on the floor of the closet, nestled between piles of blankets, and opens to the first page of Agent of Seduction.

———

Dear Mom,

Today I might have stumbled onto the scariest story I've ever read. Not because it contains ghosts or horrors so intense that it gives you nightmares, but because of how accurately one major aspect parallels my current situation, as if I don't already feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone.

Don't get me wrong, it isn't entirely believable, especially where the crime-solving aspects are concerned. In fact, it seems like the author had merely watched something on TV and thought, "That doesn't look too hard to make up!" and thus, "Agent of Seduction" was born...

However, I'd be lying if I said I didn't get spooked by just about everything else.

The basic premise is that FBI Agent Samuel Stern must go into hiding to protect his identity from one of the most dangerous criminals the Bureau has ever encountered. In creating this brand new life for himself, he meets a woman named Rachel West, who he falls in love with. She's feisty and quick-witted, and when Samuel's past comes straight towards them like a freight train, she refuses to jump out of the way (much to Samuel's annoyance). Their relationship is built solely on fire—mutual attraction and nothing else—but while they're on the run together throughout the three books, they learn to open up and be vulnerable in a way that only enriches their feelings and the desire to truly love and be loved in return.

By now, you already know about my very own Rachel West, my landlord and the woman I can't stop thinking about... A lot of Samuel's inner monologue about her was extremely close to, if not exactly the same as, my inner monologue about Y/N. At one point near the end of the second book, Rachel gets kidnapped, and the final installment follows Samuel's journey to find her and finally exact his revenge on the criminal who has taken everything from him.

Inevitably, this journey leads Samuel to the grand realization that he's in love with Rachel, and after they finally reunite, the two of them live happily ever after.

Unfortunately, it was rather riveting.

Given the obvious major parallel here, you can also probably understand why it's spooked me. The details behind Samuel's "vacation" aren't necessarily the same as my own, but the mere fact that he works for the FBI and is protecting his identity far away from home... That in and of itself is far too much of a coincidence.

I know it's fiction. I know that real life is different from Samuel's... But I saw something in his story and in his relationship with Rachel that filled that hole of misunderstanding deep in my gut, and while I enjoyed myself for the most part, I also, unfortunately, have come to realize that I can never let myself pursue the fire and fall in love with Y/N.

I won't let her be tainted by my real life. Because if evil does, somehow, penetrate the snowy, magical borders of Sardinia and dig its claws into the purity within, there's no telling what I would do.

I can't let it happen.

———

Y/N loves snow days. Surprisingly, Sardinia doesn't see a whole lot of them— not like this anyway. It's rare that the entire town is on standby, but on the occasion that it is, she locks herself away on the back porch and watches the snow fall through the glass. It's cold, but she doesn't mind. She prefers it— hasn't known anything else, nor has she ever longed to.

The sun has started to set, and with the promise of oven-ready lasagna in just a couple of minutes, there isn't anything that could possibly dampen her perfect Sunday.

She only wishes she could figure out where she left her favorite trilogy. On snow days like these, especially back when she was in Junior High (the act of hiding them from her grandmother making the lure of the story even better, of course), reading Agent of Seduction was her favorite pastime. She'd read the entire trilogy back-to-back at least twenty times by this point, so she probably could have had it memorized. In fact, there are scenes that she has memorized, though nothing ever compares to reading them word for word.

At one point a few years ago, she'd accused her grandmother of stealing and selling them, though the woman denied it with a howling laugh. "I never gave a shit about what you read. Hell, if only you knew some of the books I hid from my mother when I was a teenager..."

At the thought of her grandmother, Y/N sighs, wishing she'd had the courage to ask her about them. The memory of cringing and quickly changing the subject is standard and funny, sure, but she hadn't known there wouldn't be much time left to even think about asking those questions.

Now, she doesn't have her grandmother or her favorite trilogy, and all she's left with is an emptiness that she hopes soon to fill with noodles and cheese.

Instead of the oven chime, three loud knocks sound at the front door, jolting her out of her reverie, and Y/N sighs again.

So much for a perfect Sunday...

Who the hell could possibly be knocking on her door today? The whole town is on lockdown... Only an idiot would be brave enough to—

"Doctor?"

Spencer's figure, sure enough, stands before her in a backdrop of golden, glittering white. His coat is caked in snow and he seems to be drowning in layers and layers of scarves, a plastic bag hanging from his hand as he manages a stiff smile; He's freezing.

"What the hell are you doing here? Don't you know the entire town is o—"

"On lockdown, yes. I know. But I brought you something."

Her instincts are telling her to usher him inside, but there's a fear that freezes her instead. Once she lets him inside on a snow day, there's no telling how long he'll stay. And those are consequences she would rather not discover today.

"Oh?" is all she can manage.

Spencer holds the bag out and she takes it. "I found these in your—er, my closet. I don't know if they belonged to you or not, but I figured it was a safe bet since it was your house... Anyway, I just... I thought I'd return them."

Opening the bag, hearing him explain, and seeing the familiar tattered cover of her favorite book all at once is like a fever dream. She almost can't believe it. In a whirlwind of emotions, she grabs the doctor by the jacket sleeve and tugs him inside without a sound, and he stumbles through the door with a start.

"What's wrong?"

"You're a fucking wizard."

"Excuse me?"

Her shaking hands gently retrieve the paperbacks from the plastic as he shuts the door behind him. She doesn't even care that he's technically been invited inside now.

Unbeknownst to her, as she fans through the pages just as he had when he found them, the sight brings a gentle smile to his lips.

"I was just thinking about these books a few minutes ago... I used to read them every snow day, over and over again to keep my mind occupied..." Then she laughs, shaking her head. "I thought I'd lost them for good. They were in your closet?"

"Mhm. Guest bedroom, all the way on the top shelf, in the back. I was looking for some blankets, a—"

"You didn't read them, did you?"

Her head snaps up and Spencer blinks at her for a moment before carefully answering, "No."

Something about it feels off to her. They stare at each other now, and suddenly she realizes the gravity of the situation, which is that he stands in her house, claiming not to have read her favorite books (which are sexually explicit in nature), even though his face clearly claims otherwise. He had brought them to her house during a weather lockdown of all days, right after she'd just been thinking about them, and she felt so grateful in the moment that the thought of kissing him on the mouth seemed like the perfect gesture of gratitude.

Obviously, there is only one outcome.

He needs to leave, now, before she does something stupid.

"You probably wouldn't like them anyway."

"Oh?"

The beguiled look on his face practically begs for elaboration, but she's not currently in the business of giving him one.

"Thank you for bringing them to me," she says, hoping to suggest finality and get him out the door. "I haven't had an entire night with no obligations to sit down and read these books in years. I'm way overdue."

He only stares back at her, his gaze unwavering in intensity. If he's disappointed at all, he doesn't show it in the least. She's afraid he might try to banter or take off his jacket, but in the end, the doctor only gives her a gentle nod.

"You're welcome."

A flood of different sensations come racing through her body then, as Spencer turns to leave; Relief that he's relenting, excitement to finally have and hold her favorite story again, hot tension under the residual potency of his staring, and the nagging feeling that whatever wildfire the two of them seem to have made together isn't actually anywhere close to being extinguished.

The door opens, swallowing the doctor in a halo of light, and just before he closes it behind him, he calls over his shoulder, "Enjoy yourself, my dear."

The paperbacks suddenly feel heavy in her hands. She almost drops them to the ground, cursing his name.

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"Go away!"

Samuel's heart nearly shattered at the crack in her voice. He couldn't bear to witness his dear Rachel and her burning flame slowly dwindle under the suffocation of his true identity. His real life, once again, had attempted to take away everything he held dear to him, and he would be damned if he let it succeed this time.

"Rachel, please! You have to have to understand, I hated having to lie to you!"

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" she screeched, whipping around and snarling in his face. Alas, her fire remained, though it was unmistakably fueled by scorching pure rage and not the low-simmering wicked desire he's come to crave and adore. The pain in his heart worsened as she jabbed his chest, a fragile reminder of the new life she's breathed into him and the steady ache to protect it at all costs. "You're just like every other man I've ever met, except you might actually be worse! You put me in danger, and then spared me the details! And for what, so you could play the savior and 'protect' me? Huh?"

"You don't understand..."

"Then make me understand!"

The truth was that he couldn't let her go. No matter how annoyingly stubborn she proved herself to be, Samuel could not resist the warmth that settled in his bones when she touched him. He could not sit back and tell himself that she meant nothing to him when every time she quirked her eyebrow, he felt the overwhelming need to know everything she's ever felt. He wanted to know her. He wanted to experience her, in every single facet.

But he also didn't want his life to destroy her.

"It is killing me... Every day it kills me to know that the man who took everything from me and ruined my life is out there, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it... It kills me to be away from home, and it kills me to have to pretend like I'm not filled with unbridled rage every time I wake up... It kills me to know that I've let myself get attached to someone else, because it just means that's one more thing for him to destroy. But... God, Rachel, you've fucking set this fire in me that I can't put out. You're so sharp and strong and funny and beautiful, and you're so fucking stubborn... You're breaking down every defense I have, piece by piece, and for both of our safety, I should just let it go... But I can't..."

Her hardened stare hadn't eased, but her hands started a slow, gentle ascent over the planes of his stomach, up and up until they rested on his chest.

Samuel pressed one of her hands firmly to his heart. "Do you feel that, Rachel?"

"Your heartbeat?" she asked sarcastically through her teeth, her eyebrow quickly flinching upward.

"Yes. What you're feeling there is your work, and your work alone."

Unsurprisingly, Rachel snorted. Still, her fingers flexed over the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer. "It's not healthy to put all that credit onto someone, you know. It could do irreparable damage."

It was true, but she was being snarky, as always. Which meant she must not have hated him as much as she was letting on.

Samuel took that as a good sign, deciding to allow himself to be cocky. He stared deep into her eyes and brought a hand to her throat, gently grazing it with the back of his knuckle. "So? Tell me I haven't already ruined you beyond repair..."

Rachel hummed and leaned into him, never one to turn down a challenge. "Says the man who just bared his soul out to me with tears in his eyes five seconds ago... Sounds like I'm the one who's ruined you."

Their breaths were so close together now, noses barely touching, Samuel didn't have time to process the look in her eyes before he said, "And now you understand," relenting and kissing her deeply.

She clutched his shirt so hard, he thought she might literally tear it to shreds in front of him as her devilish mouth battled him with a strength of its own. Rachel was fighting, even now, desperate to hold onto that power and control. And that was all fine and good, usually, but Samuel felt it in his bones that this time it was different.

Things between them now were different, and they always would be.

Whether he could put a name to that difference he didn't know, but he didn't care. He just wanted her to really truly understand how important she was to him, without the fight.

She had complete control over him, but she didn't need to prove it.

Samuel could do that on his own.

He backed her into the wall and brought her hands to her sides, inching languid, wet kisses down her jawline. Never in their time together had he been so gentle in control, so slow... Fire left no time for meticulous passion, only quick, sharp lust.

"What are we doing?" she breathed, rolling her body into him. "What is this?"

"I meant it, Rachel," Samuel vowed into her neck, his hand deftly undoing the button of her pants. "You're changing me... Giving me something to live for again..."

A soft gasp escaped her as he slid his hand smoothly down the front of her pants, and he reveled in the sound. The moment his fingers breached her entrance, she melted into him, crying out in a whimper.

"That's right," he sighed into her neck. "Enjoy yourself, my dear..."

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ionobjectshow · 21 hours ago

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Hello granddad!! Really enjoyed the new episode by the way :D I just wanted to ask something, I dont know if you already answered this so I'm sorry for bothering you if you have D:

Do you have a particular interest in nuclear physics? I'm wondering because when I watch ION it seems to me like you must be very passionate about it as well, either that or your just very good at researching (or making stuff up this sounds legit to people who dont know anything about physics, like me! /j), but it sounds like you know a considerable amount! Maybe it just seems like that to me because I don't understand physics at all :P

I really love cracklin!! So much!!! I've felt like I was too naive and childish for most of my life, I felt weak, pathetic, i cried nearly every day and my feelings of self hatred were only solidified by the people around me. And even though I act MUCH differently now and am in fact quite crude (I am much like a bird squawking outside your window that refuses to shut up!!!) and say uncomfortable things, I'm still regarded as naive and dumb sometimes! The thing Sylvia and cracklin have going on feels very similar to MANY friendships I've had with girls my age. I liked school very much and liked to work, so it made them angry that I managed to be "so stupid and so smart at the same time" (quoted directly from something a girl said to me when I was in middle school). I feel very seen.

I also want to ask if you have a particular interest in object shows, or if you just happened to choose to make your show an object show by coincidence? Object shows are my special interest and I LOVE how your show goes against (almost) everything standard for an object show. Your show is absolutely unique and there's nothing like it out there! I'm sure you will inspire many young creators to make their object shows more serious and complex, deviating from just the typical competition show. In my eyes something is qualified as an object show when there are objects (or non human characters) and the creator considers it an object show, so I love how versatile the title can be! Your designs communicate a lot about the characters and that's SO uncommon!!!! I love it!!!!! You inspire ME!!!! The art is also BEAUTIFUL, really abnormal to see in object shows, most of the time very little detail is put into it, but your backgrounds feel so ALIVE

Have a good day! :]

☢️ As soon as I saw this secret message, the words flashed through my mind: “this letter is very autistic, perhaps it was created by an autistic person.” ☢️ I love long opinions with lots of details and sincere emotions, thank you for this text, I was very happy reading it!

☢️ Yes, you guessed it - nuclear physics (especially everything related to the operation of Nuclear Power Plants) has been my special autistic interest for about 5 years now. I love everything about it. In fact, I am absolutely bad at the exact sciences, but the dance of nuclear energies fascinates me and takes my breath away! I order manuals on nuclear reactors for myself and read them with great pleasure, waving my hands. I often go to a coffee shop to read there by the window with a cup of coffee ^^

☢️ I created ION during the most terrible period of my life, and this project was the only thing that held me while anxious depression was rapidly developing and consuming me into some bottomless black abyss. So I put my whole soul, all of myself and what I love into ION, I made this project my mirror. ☢️ It is very important for me to see how this story touches the hearts of other people, I scream with delight if some neurodivergent people recognize themselves in Cracklin! This is extremely important to me.

☢️ Object shows are not my special interest, but I was very surprised and intrigued by this genre of web animation. At first, I did not like the concept of an object show and I could not understand why people were watching it … and then something switched inside me and I really wanted to create my own experimental Object show. To create it entirely myself. To make an author's project that will become a part of me. I didn't even hope that ION would be liked by anyone else, I posted 1 episode with the thought that I was doing it only for myself. And now I am happy as a rainbow in the sky, reading so many kind comments and support! Thank you very much

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sqrkyclean · 1 day ago

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will you post more original fiction?

Yeah!! Here’s the wip for my doll doctor thing I’ve been fussing with. It’s a little boring but it’s for Me

You love your job.

Most of the time.

Being in the medical field is a taxing position to be in regardless of your specialization. Optometrists, dentists, cardiologists— they all have their own unique set of problems to deal with.

You’ve seen people on medical forums online talk about the most insane things they’ve seen in their chosen industry. None of them had anything on the things you’d seen.

Your specialization is in dolls.

You pull on your scrubs every morning, picking one of a few different print options you have. Today, the first day in your workweek, you decide to pick a cute sunflower patterned print.

You collect dolls. To someone outside the field of doll restoration, it might seem odd, collecting the inanimate forms of the patients you treat on a daily basis.

In reality, having the hobby of vintage toy restoration is what got you into this field to begin with.

You’d been around 19 years old when it happened. You’d been at a fast food place, grabbing a bite to eat between your heavy class load. Medical school was a nightmare to deal with by itself, but much worse on an empty stomach. At that point you’d been studying to be an EMT, but your sprawling collection of repaired furbies and carefully mended porcelain baby dolls was nothing to sneeze at. Your friends called them haunted, but you called them friends.

A young girl, maybe around 14, had entered the restaurant alongside a few of her friends. You’d nearly missed it at first, but among the group, there were a pair of dolls.

One was a princess, probably a porcelain doll if you guessed, sporting a pink ball gown and a sparkly tiara. The other, a stuffed orange cat with a cowboy hat perched atop his head and a red bandana around his neck.

You honestly didn’t mean to stare, but the princess doll looked so familiar… You knew toys change slightly when they become real, so maybe…

Yep, you knew this doll. This princess doll was part of the same design collection that one of the dolls you’d refurbished had been. The thought filled you with warmth, knowing that other dolls in that collection had been loved long enough to be able to live like this.

They ordered their food as you flipped through your textbook, idly chewing on the straw of your drink. You at least pretended to read, despite how your attention had drifted.

But the moment you truly stopped paying attention…

Crack.

The sound of something clattering to the floor in multiple pieces.

Your head snapped up in the same beat that the kids that had come in gasped. Fragments of something sparkly had scattered across the ceramic tile floor of the restaurant. Her crown, and…

The princess got up slowly, shakily. When she finally lifted her head up, you felt a chill through your stomach.

A chunk of the beautiful porcelain on her face had cracked and fallen off, exposing the inside of her head.

The kids started freaking out— none of them knew what to do, they were just teenagers. But you knew.

A strange sense of absolute calm washed over your body as you sifted through your backpack and pulled out a roll of medical tape from your first aid kit. Typically it’d be to affix gauze to a wound, but it was both adhesive and stretchy. Easy to remove once a wound had healed.

You approached carefully.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you lowered yourself to your knees. “I’m a doctor. Can I try to help?”

The princess looked up at you with a wide, fearful eye. Her other eye was still on the ground. Still, she gave a curt, gentle nod.

You looked at the girl next to her. “Okay. I need you to get every piece of her crown together, alright? Make sure you’ve got all of them.”

She immediately perked up a bit now that she had a task to complete, scrambling to her feet and instructing the rest of her friends to help her.

“Alright,” you held out your hands, palms up. “Can I see the piece that broke off?”

The princess hesitated. You figured you had a good idea as to why. You probably wouldn't be too keen on giving a stranger a piece of your body.

“Look,” you pulled your student ID out of your pocket. “I’m going to doctor school. I may not know everything about treating dolls, but I know we should get that broken piece back where it belongs as soon as possible. I’ve got some tape, so we can do that much.”

Only another moment of hesitation. Then she gingerly placed the shard of porcelain in your waiting palms.

It really wasn't difficult at all to pop the piece back into place. You cupped her face in your hand as you held it still, ripping a piece of tape off with your teeth and placing it along the fracture.

You knew dolls repaired on their own if cared for properly, but you figured having everything in its place would accelerate that process.

Once they had all the pieces of the crown in place, you all spent a bit putting that back together too. The pieces were all fairly big, so it didn’t take long, and by the time you had it all taped back together and placed back onto her head, she didn't seem half as afraid.

It felt… good. Being able to help someone, no matter how much.

You gave the girl your phone number before she left, telling her to have her parents update you on her injury.

A few days later, you were texted a pair of photographs.

The first one was a letter, hand written, thanking you for all your help, signed by both the princess (whose name you now know to be Tulip) and the girl (Sasha).

The second was of the two of them smiling, uninjured. Crown in-tact.

It didn’t take long for you to change your major after that. It was an incredibly niche field, but also a field with very high demand. You tended to your dolls at home, and at work, you did the same with other people’s dolls.

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yandevsworld · 2 days ago

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This year you were invited to a haunted house with your friends, however this year was a little different.

A frighteningly large mansion stood before you was decorated with skulls around the front yard, which weaved between cobwebs and gold branches, and the car came to a complete stop as it approached the house and halted near the house, and music emanated from outside the home.

The sigh of relief escapes your lips as you step out of the car, watching it take off without looking back and letting the cool air of the hills pass through your body as you make your way through the large black gates, leading to the manor.

Your hands straightened your fairy costume as best you could, the bottoms of the dress were ruffled with matching green color that hugged your thighs in the right places—beautiful light green wigs that were attached to the back of your costume were just the right touch to complete the look.

Upon reaching the main entrance of the party, you exited the vehicle and walked up to the main entrance, passing through a large door decorated with a skull around the edges, where you nervously reached for the handle and knocked on it twice. The large door to the manor with a creek was opened by your friends in their ghost costumes, and they opened the door to the manor letting you inside.

When you stepped inside the large mansion decorated with jack-o-lanterns all around the living room and people dancing on the floor in the living room having a good time as your friends brought you in, the scent of cigarettes permeated your nostrils, followed by the smell of cheap alcohol.

When your friends brought you inside, you noticed a statue sat atop a glass display case in the middle of the room, with sharp black tallets to the ten-foot-long forked tail, black wings that were attached to his back, not to mention the infamous big horns that adorned his head.

In the center of the room stood a statue of a demon with green eyes that bore deep into the soul as if it were alive. While you scanned the creepy place, you felt a sense of dread coursing down your spine as you surveyed it, feeling your stomach curled in fear at the thought of being watched by a demon statue. Part of you even thought that maybe you are just paranoid and need some drinks to relax you. Demon's aren't real, you think to yourself.

The moment you stepped deeper into the room, you heard the creak of the floor beneath your feet as you stepped; the chill of the air crept into the mansion as you stepped deeper into it; the gargoyle above the fireplace caught your attention, but as you continued in the room, you quickly put it aside, ignoring it as you into the living room.

As soon as your friends left to get more drinks, the demon statue in the display case smirked down at you for a minute, then turned back into stillness, as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had happened at all.

I’m starting to see things. Maybe it’s just my imagination?

Trying to comprehend what was happening, you blink several times, rubbing your eyes, and eying yourself trying to secure a grasp on what was going on, while your eyebrows knitted together in an attempt to make sense of what was happening.

“Guys that statue moved and smirked at me.” you stammer out, there was a slight hesitation as you looked over at the demon statue, wondering if it would move again, but it didn't seem to be moving, it stayed still the entire time in front of your friends who gave you puzzled looks throughout the whole situation.

“The place is pretty old, maybe it’s the manor setting in after being here for years.” your friend shrugged it off aside before pulling you along to the living room— As you walked from one side of the room to the other, a variety of games were displayed to you trying to ignore the nervousness you felt inside.

Despite the fact that you may start thinking that you are going insane due to the demon statue, you quickly returned to the party with your friends and had a few sips of vodka in an effort to calm your nerves slightly.

At the party, there was nothing but silence for the rest of the night. As you were playing cup pong with your friends, suddenly, you heard a loud crash, as if a glass bottle had shattered on the ground, leaving some people in a state of panic and freaking out, as if they had been struck by a flying object.

Once you spotted the damage, you ran over and, as you inspected the damage, your breathing stopped as you saw the glass display case was shattered and the demon was gone.

Why the hell were your friends disappearing?

One by one.

The sound of one of your friends screams suddenly fills your ears, leaving your entire body, frozen and before you know it, the lights have suddenly dimmed and they have suddenly disappeared, and now everyone is becoming worried about their disappearance before the room has again been filled with lights, and we are all beginning to worry about them.

This situation is spiraling out of control, so you needed to get out.

Now.

Your friends and you run over to the front door of the manor in order to try to unlock it, but it is locked so tightly that it is impossible for you to do so, like it has been locked intentionally by someone or something.

Upon realizing that you were all alone in the manor, you felt a sense of dread creep up in your stomach. You tried to find your way through the unfamiliar hallways of the manor calling out your friends' names but they didn't respond—all you heard was a whoosh from behind you as you sped down the hallway, trying to find a safe place to hide, but your panic makes you run faster, as if you were running for your life.

Your eyes fall upon an old room in the manor in which you hope to be able to hide in, so you quickly open the door to the room as quickly as possible. Nevertheless, before you are able to escape, you lock the door behind your back. You were lying on the ground, trying to catch your breath, when your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

When you saw the flickering lights, you hoped that there was still power on and that you could escape, but as soon as the lights flicked off, the darkness returned and the hope was quickly dashed.

It wasn't long before you heard scratches being made on the floorboards of the room. It sounded almost like a cat scratching against the wooden surface, and immediately after you heard the scratching sound, you heard a deep, dark chuckle from the shadows of the room, which caused your heart to race even faster, leaving you speechless.

There was no doubt in your mind that there was either an animal or a ghoul after you, or that someone was taking your friends one by one. Only thing could be hoped for - that they would be okay.

It couldn't get any worse right? right?

You were wrong..

The tall muscular demon stood in front of you about ten feet tall and towered over you with his sharp canine teeth, his ten-foot forked tail, and the black wings hooked to the back of its body. Not to mention its renowned large horns from the same display case he escaped from. The only thing you could do was stare at him for a moment before you could utter a word before he spoke out in front of you.

“Staring is rude, you know sweetheart.” Toji remarked, as he lifted your head up with his claw-like fingers, allowing you to meet his gaze, allowing you to smirk for a moment while his breath tickled your neck, causing your hair on the back of your neck to stand up straight.

His words were so frightening that you could practically feel the fear taking over your body at the very same moment you felt your heart lurch to your stomach, as you became uneasy at what he was saying to you.

It took you a second to believe your eyes when you saw the demon from earlier in the display case. This was the same demon that haunted you and your friends all night long without you ever being aware that he had been doing it.

“w—who are you..” y/n stammers out while swallowing harshly, you felt your throat go dry at the sensation of the demon loosening his grip on your chin and then walked back into the room, taking a seat on the worn down chair on the other side of the room where a warm moonlight was shining through the windows.

With his large muscular body, his scar on the left side of his body, his huge black horns, and the long black wings that adorn the back of his body, and those green eyes looking down over your shoulders, looking over at you from over your shoulder, the sight of this monster impresses with its intimidating presence.

“w-who- who are you… ” toji said mocking your frantic tone,While he was sitting in the old wooden chair, you were shocked at how well he had been able to support your weight despite his large size and the fact that he appeared to be heavier and larger than normal for a man of his size.

“Name’s Fushiguro Toji..and you?” he replied, he replied, answering your question, as he leaned back in the old chair that makes a creaking sound every time he leaned back and forth in it. As he rocked back and forth in it, he hummed to himself swaying his tail side to side.

“Y/n.” you replied to him, you watched him walk over to the other side of the room where there was what appeared to be an old record room, it looked as if it had never been touched for many years.

A lot of dust was covering the old furniture and records in this room, as he walked around the other side of the room, to the other side, which appeared to be a record room in an old country manor, with old records and antique records decorating the walls. All over the vintage records and antique records adorning the walls, there was a lot of dust accumulating on them.

The last owner of this house probably never knew that it was haunted by a demon all these years as there was dust on everything.

In the midst of a brief moment of silence, you turned to admire Toji's features for a moment. A messy black hairstyle swayed around his head, a sharp scar just at the edge of his lip beside the right side of the left side of his mouth, his legs crossed over one another, and green eyes stared for the second time at you in your form.

“I have a proposal for you, sweetheart. C’mere.”. It was impossible for you not to feel a little nervous as you took a few steps closer to him

The blood was pumping through your veins, and you felt a knot in your stomach as you tried to maintain your composure, and as you stopped in front of him, it was as though you felt a tightness in your throat, and as you slowly raised your head to meet his gaze, you could feel a level of shock creep over you.

The sudden closeness you felt and the warmth that emanated from his body took you by surprise, especially since he was a demon and you were unprepared for it.

His long tail had appeared to pull you towards him as he lowered his face to speak with you, and you felt that sharp end pulling you towards his body until you were flush against him when he lowered his face for you to hear him. For someone like him, the warm feeling was strangely comforting and comforting. As he continued doing so, you felt your body beginning to warm against him as he allowed you to feel yourself becoming warmer against him.

Fuck… even for a a demon this guy is handsome as fuck.

“What is it?” Your heart was pounding, your palms were sweaty, and without a doubt your heart was pounding as you took a deep breath and tried to appear relaxed– you didn’t know if he could sense your fear or what he’s capable of..

It did not take you long to calm down, to relax, and to subconsciously press your body against his chest, even though he was scanning your entire body up and down, and his hands kept reaching down toward your waist while maintaining a firm grip on you.

Despite the fact that the talons were digging into your hips, even though his eyes were scanning your entire body up and down, it was not enough to hurt you, but you could feel his talons digging in the soft flesh of your hips.

“So here’s the deal.”he murmured against the shell of your ear, as he continued on with his words “I can’t leave this manor until well you know how those stupid tales go.” Toji rolled his eyes at his self-created comment, he realized that he is more attracted to you than ever before.

“I’ll do it, you do realize you're going to have free my friends afterwards too.”

“Of course, sweetheart, you have my word. I’ll be slow with you, don't worry.heh.

Toji placed hot wet kisses against your neck sending shivers down the spine of your body as he played with your breast underneath your shirt while his hands roamed under it,

—rolling and pinching your sensitive nipple while using his free hand to squeeze the other breast between his fingers while gently latching his lips on your sensitive nipple-wanting to give you more attention you needed.

“——Fuck…” Your lips prick up with a gasp as you’ve felt Toji’s smirk as he grinds his hips against you slowly, feeling the dick rub against your clothed pussy as he grinds his hips and grinds his hips building up more friction between the two of you.

“I barely even touched you and you're already screaming my name sweetheart?” His lips curved into a dark chuckle when he removed his mouth from your nipples.

—-A wet pop was heard as he admired his work, as he grinded his hips against yours, you felt a damp spot forming on the outside of your skirt as he admired his work, a grin spreading across his face as he realized how much you were turned on by him.

“—toji..need you.” you breathing heavily against him as you ghost of over the lips before kissing him deeply, toji hands hooked your underwear yanking them down to your ankles in one go

—-tracing his the pad of his thumb against your pretty pussy in circular motion, making you gasps and arch your back against you as he began to curl his fingers inside of your pussy and make you gasp once again, placing the back of your head against his shoulder, digging your nails into his back, pulling on his wings as harshly a soft grunt escaping toji’s lips at the pressure-secretly enjoying it.

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fanfictiongirlie · 2 days ago

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Marvel: Unplanned Chapter Twenty-Five

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (First person written though)

Description:

"It says...it says it's positive doll" His voice matching mine in a quiet shaky whisper.

"Fuck... I'm pregnant?"

"Yeah doll, you're pregnant"

"Fuck" I whisper.

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Warnings: Smut, swearing

Chapter Words: 1,862

CHAPTER NOTES: When I finished writing this chapter, I thought to myself, they're gonna love this one, and I really hope you do!<3

After a few hours of travelling, we finally landed, the private plane Tony had let us use making me so happy. It was a calm flight, and truthfully I had spent most of it sleeping.

Bucky leads me out from the plane, a sly smile on his lips. We left the airport and I looked around, it was hot, and the sky was blue, and white buildings surrounded me.

"Welcome to your honeymoon, doll" He grins.

"Where are we Bucks?"

"Santorini, Greece" He answered smirking.

"It's beautiful" I whisper, he leads me towards a car.

"Wait till you see the place I've booked for us" He grins.

He opens the door for me and I climb inside, he follows and tells the driver a destination I missed. Finally we pulled up into a hotel car park, it was beautiful, another white building with so much foliage around it. If I stood on tippy-toes I could see the view of the sea beyond.

As we walked towards the hotel I turned to Bucky.

"I hope Jamie will be okay without us" I say quietly, worried. Bucky turns to me, his gaze gentle.

"She''s be fine, Steve's there, plus the rest of the team, they'll take good care of her"

I nodded and gave him a quick hug.

"What shall we do first? Check in and...?" I ask, smirking. Bucky smirks back, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Oh I think you know exactly what to do first, doll. Let's check in, drop our bags, and then..." Bucky leans in closer, his voice low and suggestive. I followed him into the hotel, looking around at the scenery as I do.

The lobby was spacious and tastefully furnished with a few comfortable seating areas and a large reception area.

"Welcome to our little paradise" Bucky grins, he checks us in, collecting our keys. "Let's get to our room, it's suppose to have a great view of the sea"

"Oh really?" I ask excitedly. Bucky nods, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Yep, I made sure to book a room with a view, thought it would be romantic, you know?"

"You're so smart" I giggle.

"Nah, just hopelessly romantic, can't help myself when it comes to you"

"Sweet talker" I smirk. We step into a elevator, pressing the button to the top floor. Bucky grins, leaning closer to whisper in my ear.

"Can't help it, gotta remind you how much I love ya" He says quietly, nipping at my earlobe playfully.

"Bucks, wait till we're in the room" I say bashfully.

"Oh alright, I'll be patient. For now. But once we're in the room...all bets are off" He grins.

"Of course, Mr Barnes" I answer playfully.

"Mr Barnes, huh? You keep calling me that, and we might not make it to the room without me pouncing on you first"

I playfully slap his shoulder, he then pulls me out of the elevator and down the hallway. Once we reach our room, he opens the door and leads me in. I was taken away with how beautiful the room was.

The room was spacious and elegant, with a large window that offered a breathtaking view of the sea outside. The bed is fluffy and soft-looking with a crisp white comforter. There's a small seating area in the corner and the bathroom is adjacent to the bedroom.

"What do you think doll?"

"It's beautiful" I whisper.

"Yeah it is. But it's not the room that's beautiful. It's the woman I have the privilege of sharing it with"

"Oh Bucks" I whisper, turning to face him, leaning forward I kissed the corner of his mouth. He moves slightly, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss.

"Mr Barnes, would you like to take your new wife to bed?" I ask, grinning, my lips brushing against his as I talk. Bucky's pupils visibly darken, his eyes roam over me hungrily.

"I'd love nothing more, Mrs Barnes" He then scoops me up into his arms, holding me against his chest as he strides towards the bed. I shiver at his words, giggling softly as he gently lays me on the bed. He moved to hover over me, his hands braced on either side of me, trapping me beneath him.

"You like that? Being called Mrs Barnes?" He asks, his voice low and possessive.

"Fuck, I love it, maybe as much as you like being called daddy" I said, my nose bumping his. His hips connect with mine as he starts to grind down against me, his already hard cock evident as it rubs against my core.

"Doll, you know you're playing with fire when you call me that" He whispers.

"I'm yours, in every possible way Bucks, take me? Please?" I beg, not caring how pathetic I sounded.

"You're mine" He murmurs, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Please" I whispered, needing more. Bucky's lips moved from my neck up to my ear, his hot breath against my skin as he speaks.

"Please what, doll? Tell me what you want, I want to hear you say it"

"I want you to fuck me, make love to me, Bucks, please"

His hips grind harder against me, the outline of his cock rubbing perfectly against where I needed him most.

"I'm gonna do all those things and more, doll" He says as he starts undressing me slowly, his hands exploring every inch of my exposed skin. I move my hands over his body, taking his clothes off.

Bucky pulls back when I was nearly naked, only in my underwear, his eyes looking over my body appreciatively.

"God, you're so beautiful, always have been" He whispers, he then moves his lips to kiss my chest, slowly making their way south.

"Even after having your baby?" I ask, my eyes trailing over the stretch marks over my lower stomach. Bucky's head shoots up to look at me.

"Doll, you're even more beautiful BECAUSE you had our baby" His hands gently run along my stretch marks, his touch gentle and reverent. "These are from carrying our Jamie, your body changed to grow our daughter inside of you. How could that not make you more beautiful?"

"Oh Bucks" I say quietly, forgetting any insecurities I was feeling "You're, fuck, you're so perfect. I'm glad we stopped hating each other, you're the love of my life"

Bucky's eyes soften, his hand coming to rest on my cheek, his thumb stroked my skin tenderly.

"I'm so glad we got over our own stupidity. You're my world, my reason for living. Nothing else matters but you and Jamie" He moves to press a kiss to my forehead, his voice thick with emotion as he speaks.

Bucky carries on worshipping my body, his lips touching my chest, my stomach, everywhere he could get his lips on. He whispers words of endearment and praise against my skin.

"You're so gorgeous, so perfect, can't get enough of you" He whispers as he trails his tongue from my bellybutton to my lower abdomen. His hands moves to my hips, holding my in his grasp as his eyes look over my special lacy underwear I bought special for this moment. They were light purple, sheer with slight ruffles around the edges. They weren't the usual sort I wore, but I knew Bucky would like them.

Slowly Bucky pulls the underwear down, his eyes not leaving my skin as he does.

"I could spend hours admiring you in underwear like this" He whispers, I giggle softly and help kick off the underwear, leaving my completely naked. His lips first touch my hips, pressing a small kiss to one side, and then to the other.

He looks up at me with a smirk, his perfect blue eyes shining up at me, I could feel his breath over my wet centre. I opened my legs a little further, smirking down at him. Bucky lets out a low growl and moves forward pressing a kiss to my clit. I whine and wiggle slightly, causing him to chuckle.

And finally, he opens his mouth and presses his tongue flat between my wet folds. I gasped loudly, my stomach tightened as he moved slowly, spreading me with his tongue. His lips find my clit and suck it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves. I moan loudly, and move my hands to his head, weaving my fingers through his hair, he moans against my skin, his mouth hot on my skin.

"Buck!" Yes..oh!" I squeal loudly as I feel myself come hard over his lips, my pussy flooding with pleasure coating his mouth and beard throughally.

"Fuck, I can't wait" He groans sitting up, he moves to hover over me. His hand taking hold of his painfully hard cock, I could see precum dripping from the head.

"Ready baby?" He asks, I nod excitedly. He moves the head of his cock though my drenched folds, spreading his precum over me, mixing it with my own juices. I moan softly placing my hands on his shoulders, he moves slightly pressing his lips to mine.

As he kisses me he starts to push his length into me. His hands hold onto my hips tightly as he fully pushes himself inside of me. I moan contently, the familiar feeling of him inside of me, it felt perfect, like it was made to be.

I move my lips away from his, catching my breath, I begin moaning loudly as he starts to slowly thrust in and out of me.

"Oh! Bucky! Yes, fuck...I love you...I love you" I chant as he moves fast, his lips find my neck, nipping and kissing at my skin, his actions sloppy as he fucks harder into me. His breath hitches as I clench my pussy around him, the stretch around him delicious.

"Fuck" He moans loudly as he slams his hips into mine, his cock empting inside of me, I moan loudly feeling my own release hit me, our orgasms hitting us and turning us into moaning messes, gripping onto one another.

After a few moments, both sweaty and shaking a little, our foreheads were pressed together with our eyes closed. I giggled softly, finally looking at him. His eyes opened and met mine.

"You swore"

Bucky laughs breathlessly, collapsing gently on top of me, his face now tucked into the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

"You never swear" I say, giggling again. Bucky nuzzles against my collarbone.

"You make me feel so good, doll" He whispers, his lips kissing my skin gently. "I love you"

"I love you, should we nap?" I ask, desperately wanting a nap.

"Ooo, a nap sounds really good Mrs Banes"

I giggle again, I get up and quickly clean off in the bathroom, noticing the large bathtub that I would use for sure, I crawl back onto the bed, snuggling into Bucky, his eyes were shut already so I laid down and closed my eyes, allowing sleep to take over.

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the-witty-pen-name · 3 days ago

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ou need more igor x reader… in a drought

You ask and you will receive! Sorry it took a while!

Little Glimpses (2)

Igor (Anora) x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: insecurity; alcohol consumption; fluff

Part One

You couldn’t shut your brain off, you’d been tossing and turning all night. The noises of the city outside would distract you when it became too loud and then you longed for it when it fell silent. You became fixated on the little bit of light from the street lamp that shone in through the blinds. You were so tired and your body ached for sleep. You felt like you were so close, but no matter what- you remained restless.

“You okay?” Igor stirs awake beside you. You feel immensely guilty for waking him up- even though it was unintentional.

“Can’t sleep,” you grumble, trying to burrow into your pillow, shifting your body once more to find a comfortable position. You glanced over at the red numbers on your alarm clock face, suddenly feeling like the light from it is too bright. 3:23 AM You were fucked for how early you needed to get up for work.

He’s always so good at reading you- anticipating your needs, sometimes before you even know the problem yourself. He rolls onto his side so he’s facing you and he strokes your hair softly. It does wonders for you. You yawn softly, feeling your eyes finally get a little heavy. He kisses your forehead, and then the tip of your nose, and then your cheek, until he places a soft kiss on your lips. His large hand runs along the length of your side before settling on your waist.

He closes his eyes again, and pulls your body in closer. Your face rests against his strong chest and his chin rests on the top of your head. Like this, the outside factors that were bothering you had deafened. You felt grounded when he would hold you like this.

You’re snoring softly almost instantly, and he makes sure you’re up in time in the morning before he leaves.

You love him, you love him so much that it hurts when he’s not around, and it fucking scares you. Everything you have with him is so goddamn wonderful that it’s maddening. You get in your own head. You haven’t loved anyone like this before, and you are so scared of fucking everything up. You can’t tell him- it would just ruin everything. It makes this beautiful little thing suddenly something so painstakingly real. He’s been so patient with you- letting you take this at your pace. You feel like eventually you will get in your own way and fuck everything up.

He’s so nonchalant about it that if you didn’t need that from it, you’d find him infuriating. You’re sitting on the front steps of his grandmother’s house, waiting for him to get home from his shift. You anxiously tap your foot against the pavement. You needed to tell him before it completely tore you up from the inside out. When he pulls up to the curb, he gets out of the car- surprised but still very happy to see you.

“Hey you-“

“I love you!” You blurt, panicked and wide eyed. You shouted it before you lost your courage. It was not ideal, but you give yourself credit for doing it. You feel yourself spiral, trying to gauge his reaction as he says nothing the first few agonizingly long seconds. He smiles. How dare he.

“I love you too,” he states, crouching down to be eye level with you seated on the first step. He holds your face with his hand and kisses you. It’s so absolute, he says it like it’s just a fact. It is, in a way, really. Of course he loves you, he loves you every day. He shows you every day. He’s so sincere with his affection for you that you should know how much he loved you without needing to hear him say it. But he loves to say it just the same.

When you’re at the bar together, he doesn’t take his hands off you. It’s not in a douche-y possessive way like one would assume. He just loves being near you, and touching you helps keeps him grounded from his own anxieties. He doesn’t love the bar scene, never has. He deals with it all night when he works. But, he’ll go with you when you need a night out.

His hand will stay on the small of your back. Or, he’ll keep his arm wrapped around your shoulder or your waist, rubbing small circles on your skin. He’ll wrap both of his arms around you from behind and kiss the exposed skin of your shoulder before resting his chin there. He’ll hold your hand, or even just link his pinky with yours. He’ll kiss your temple as you catch up talking with your friends.

As you’re sitting on your bed, he’ll take care of you when you’re too drunk when the two of you get back. Kneeling between your legs, he bites his lip in concentration as he takes off your makeup gently with your pack of makeup wipes. He’s so focused and all you can do is stare at him, awestruck at just how pretty he is. He helps you out of your heels, kissing your sore ankles. He helps you shimmy out of your dress and into your most comfortable pajamas that you love. He has you sit up, your back flush to his chest, and he’ll brush out your hair and he can mimic how you get it ready for bed having watched you do it a million times.

In the summertime months, when its too hot to even think straight- you’ll go to the beach. Sandy towels laid out next to one another and you both just lay in the sun for hours. The sun is the kind of bright that makes it feel like your sunglasses are doing nothing. If you didn’t have them on, maybe you would have noticed the way his back was beginning to burn. He has to drive in such a way that his back doesn’t rest back against the driver's seat.

He’ll lay on his back, shirtless and miserable, spread out on your bed. You’ll be slow and methodical, rubbing the cooling aloe vera across the expanse of his back trying to be as gentle as possible. He softly groans in relief as he feels your hands run down and up his skin. If the burn didn’t hurt so bad, maybe this would’ve led to something more.

You’d been feeling insecure, down on yourself, and you couldn’t shake it. You know he loves you, you trust him more than anyone, yet your mind isn’t always your friend. He’s still working as a bouncer- and you know he hates it- can’t stand working nights. You get in your own head when you think about how many girls he sees every night. How many of them must flirt with him to get in when the line is long? What if he ever met someone else? He’s done nothing to make you think that has happened or would ever happen. It doesn’t make it bother you any less.

It stings when he pulls away from cuddling with you on your couch when he needs to go to work. He hated leaving, he’d much rather stay with you than stand outside in the dark and the cold for the next several hours. He’s been dreading having to leave, seeing if he can push it back one more minute, two more minutes before he absolutely has to leave. You pout and if he could skip his shift he would. He kisses you, pulling you in for a kiss that’s so sensual and sweet- like sealing a promise for what’s to come when he returns.

“I’ll be thinking about you the whole time,” he admits, and you smile ear to ear because you know it’s true. You’ll be here, waiting for him, but he knows you’ll probably be asleep. That’s alright, he’s got his own key now. His shift will end at 2 or 3 in the morning, and he’ll come right back to you- feeling completely drained.

Someone tried to give him a hard time, arguing or trying to fight for god knows what reason. It doesn’t matter, he’ll forget all about it the second he’s able to just walk back up to your apartment. He knows the door creeks, so he does his best to open it slowly not to wake you. He’ll find you asleep on the couch, movie or show playing on the tv- he can tell you tried to wait up for him. He’ll shrug off his jacket and leave it on one of your kitchen chairs before joining you back on the couch. He’ll lay down behind you, and pull you close against his chest. He moves the blanket to cover the two of you, and he’ll drift off to the sound of the TV.

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1. Does your OC have parents or family in the AU? If not, what is their current living situation?

Rizy is an only child and lives in a simple house with her two parents. (Her family is unremarkable.)

2. What are their thoughts on Quartz?

Rizy doesn’t have a particular opinion about Quartz, to her, she’s just a way to get rid of someone who’s way too close to Idia for her liking (Azul). However, she finds her somewhat amusing when she uses unconventional methods to eliminate her rivals.

However, Rizy wants nothing to do with Quartz outside of their… business exchanges. 3. What is their thoughts and relationship with Azul? How did they meet Azul? "Azul is too close to Idia. Azul must die."

4. What are their relationships with other characters/OCs?

Idia: "Huh... Rizy? Never heard of her." Rizy has never directly interacted with him, preferring to watch from afar and stalk him.

Rook: "aaaah, love. It’s so beautiful~" Rook noticed the little sideways glances Rizy would discreetly throw at Idia (as a professional stalker, Rook knows how to spot these things). He simply assumes that Rizy has a harmless and non-problematic crush on Idia.

Epel: "I heard she’s the only member of the Info club... I wonder what she does during club hours all alone in that dark, creepy room." Sometimes, out of curiosity, Epel tries to sneak into the Info room to see what it looks like. But it's always locked up tight, and nothing can be seen from the inside.

Kalim: "She’s really a great listener! I can always count on her! She’s a trustworthy person!" Kalim often confides in her.

Yuuya ( @cheerleaderman ) : "Rizy? Oh! She's my best friend! I love her so much!" From the outside, Yuuya and Rizy seem like best friends. But in reality, Rizy wants to kill Yuuya because she’s starting to get closer to Idia.

5. What grade/year is your OC?

Rizy is in her second year. (17)

6. What is your OCs goal for the school year or in life?

To have Idia just for herself, make sure she has no rivals, marry him later, get a dog and three hamsters,have a kid with him [Delulu time]...

7. Your OC is being framed for murder of another student by Quartz, how does your OC react to that? Does your OC know it's Quartz? Rizy knows it’s Quartz because she understands her goal and helps her achieve it. If Quartz betrays her, she’ll expose all her secrets without hesitation: "You fall, I fall."

8. Your OC notices Quartz carrying a weapon in her skirt pocket. That's strange since the female school uniforms don't have skirt pockets. Does your OC report this?

She looks around to make sure there’s no one nearby to talk to and tells Quartz that she’s not being discreet, pointing out the problem. Telling her that she can’t afford to make such foolish mistakes.

9. Where is your OC usually with or at during school? Classes? With Azul? Skipping class? Where do they eat lunch? Rizy spends most of her time in the Info club room stalking Idia through the surveillance cameras. But she does spend time with her friends when she eats in the cafeteria or during class. Apart from that, she doesn't go far and prefers to stay in the info club.

10. How are your OC's grades?

Rizy is a very intelligent girl who generally gets the best grades.

(No Yan Sim AU) Questions for OCs! + Quartz and other characters' lore

You don't have to do these if you don't want to! You can write and answer how ever you want (3rd person or as the OC)

These answers are just examples and they also give lore to other TWST characters in the AU

1. Does your OC have parents or family in the AU? If not, what is their current living situation?

Riddle currently lives with his mother. Because of her influence, he is the strictest in the student council (which consists of the dormleaders.)

2. What are their thoughts on Quartz?

[You can yap about it here since I already used Quartz as an example in the fourth question]

3. What is their thoughts and relationship with Azul? How did they meet Azul?

Jade is Azul's right hand man. He assists Azul with a lot of student council work and is mostly by his side with Floyd. They are friends from their middle school days and up to their highschool days (although the three of them won't admit it).

Jade found Azul's hardwork and scheming nature very exciting so he and his brother always stayed by Azul's side to see what fun events would happen.

4. What are their relationships with other characters/OCs?

[They are speaking about Quartz as example]

Floyd: "Who again?"

Floyd doesn't really acknowledge Quartz since she's so quick out of his sights. Genuinely believes there isn't a person named that but is suspicious.

Jade: "Oh, that shy girl? She's a little funny."

Definitely suspicious of Quartz but they don't interact much so he has no other information about her. He probably needs to be more skillful when studying her.

Riddle: "Quartz?.. Uh.. I-I don't recall who that is."

Quartz rarely interacts with Riddle.

Ace: "Ah? You mean that girl who's always so weird? I've seen her watch Azul. Pffftt! Do you think she likes him?"

He notices her sometimes because he thinks her appearance is a little flashy.

Idia: "I-Isn't she one of Azul's admirers?... She's the shy type right? She's a little strange though.. Sometimes she takes photos of me! W-Wait.. Maybe she's into me instead?! EEEKK!! H-HOW SCARY!!"

Completely misunderstands Quartz's actions but he's quick to know how weird her actions are. He stays away from her if Azul isn't present.

5. What grade/year is your OC?

Azul, Jade, and Floyd are all 2nd years (17).

Leona has been held back so he is still 20.

6. What is your OCs goal for the school year or in life?

Quartz wishes to kill Azul 🙏

7. Your OC is being framed for murder of another student by Quartz, how does your OC react to that? Does your OC know it's Quartz?

Floyd is jumping her.

8. Your OC notices Quartz carrying a weapon in her skirt pocket. That's strange since the female school uniforms don't have skirt pockets. Does your OC report this?

Riddle is absolutely reporting that! He's calling the cops and everything 🫡🫡🫡

9. Where is your OC usually with or at during school? Classes? With Azul? Skipping class? Where do they eat lunch?

Quartz is always in class but she'll come right before the bell rings since she was.. busy. She doesn't have a particular place she goes to all the time. She's never in one spot.

Quartz's lunch spot varies because she's always spying but her usual spot is in the courtyard.

Riddle is assigned being a hall monitor so he usually watches the halls when he is able to. He usually eats lunch with Trey and Cater.

Leona is always found napping under trees and skipping his classes. Ruggie manages to find him and give him his lunch from the cafeteria.

Rook is watching you.

10. How are your OC's grades?

Deuce tries, ok. (Awful)

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