#5 minutes left but it feels almost like a reward for him

[elihermit]

Can you do a buck x reader where the reader and buck are married but she gets amnesia and only doesn't remember buck and their relationship. But it ends with fluff

where’s my mind?

pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!reader

summary: you wake up in a hospital bed surrounded by your family and friends, but amnesia took away the memory of your husband, what’s Buck gonna do?

word count: 2,1k

author’s note: thanks to an anon for this request, I hope you all enjoy it, because I definitely had fun writing it 🫧 p.s. requests are open

“Yes baby, I will be home in 10 minutes, just had to stop at a gas station otherwise I wouldn’t make it.” — you say over the phone and sigh. Your day was long enough, of course it couldn’t end well, something had to make it a bit longer.

“Okay love, be safe.” — you hear Buck’s voice and smile. Who would have thought that after four years of dating – you can finally call this man your husband? The past three months of being married were so wonderful, you had everything you dreamed of. “I love you.”

“I love you too, see you soon!” — you smiled again and hung up the phone.

Well, this gas station definitely looks a bit shady, but it was the only one near and you really needed to get some gas.

It was 11 p.m., streets are getting emptier, and flashlights are the only source of seeing something in this darkness. You felt shivers down your spine and thought that it’s time to go home, you didn’t like this place.

Your hand reaches for the car door to get into the driver's seat. But this never happens. Instead, you feel a blow to your head so hard that the only thing you remember is falling to the ground and darkness. If someone got a reward for the most unfortunate end of the day, you would get it today.

Next thing you know, you wake up in a hospital and you try to properly open your eyes, but the light in the hospital is so bright that you squint for the first few minutes. You feel someone is sitting next to you and you turn your head in their direction. It was Maddie.

“Maddie? W-what happened?” — you finally speak and don’t recognize your voice. The voice is so hoarse, quiet and low.

“Oh (Y/N), you’re finally awake.” — Maddie said with a smile. “Don’t worry, you’re fine now, you got attacked at a gas station and had a concussion.” — she took your hand and squeezed it. “I’m gonna tell Buck you’re awake, he just left to buy some coffee. He will be so happy.” — one more smile from her and she left your room.

“Buck? Who’s that?” — you think to yourself and get confused. “Maybe it’s a doctor or something.”

A man runs into your room with a relieved look on his face. You assumed it was Buck. But you really can’t remember his face. Maybe it’s Maddie’s friend or a doctor she knows, she's a former nurse after all.

“Hi baby, I’m so glad you’re awake.” — he rushed to sit next to your bed, took your hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on it. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but do I know you? I can’t remember if I ever saw you.” — the confusion is written on your face, you furrowed your brows and looked at him.

But Buck just laughed and smiled at you. You always liked to call him “sir” to tease him. He had no idea why you did that, but he secretly liked it, it made you look cocky.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing, but I’m getting quite uncomfortable by my hand being kissed by a stranger. You better explain.” — you said that and pulled your hand out of his. Why does he think that he has some privilege to do that?

Then Buck realized. You don’t remember him. He felt like his world fell apart in one second. Everything they had been building for almost 5 years just disappeared. Your eyes were saying everything. There’s no love, affection and fondness in them. You didn’t look at him like he was the most important person in your life anymore.

“Maddie, can you explain? This man seems too stunned to speak.” — you said annoyingly, because no one gives any answers.

“(Y/N), I’m Buck, your husband.” — he said with so much pain that for a moment you thought that it’s you who’s acting stupid.

You couldn't lose your memory like that, could you? You remember everyone except your husband. Oh god, you're married, you probably have a house together, lots of plans for the future, but you don't remember anything.

Your head starts to hurt a lot from all the information that doesn't seem real. You look at Maddie and you see that tears are starting to form in her eyes. You see Hen standing outside the door of the room and talking to the doctor. The saddest look you've ever seen is on her face. Everyone remembers everything, why can't you remember?

The doctor comes into your room and gives you a little smile. This smile didn’t say "it's good that you woke up", this smile said "hang on, you have a lot of surprises ahead."

“So, Mr. and Mrs. Buckley, I have some news that I need to share. (Y/N) experienced a severe blow to the head, which led to dissociative amnesia, due to which she may forget something or someone specific in her life.” — so it’s true, you did forget your husband. How long have you two been together? How many good memories did you forget?

“What can we do?” — Buck said, pursing his lips. He took your hand again and squeezed it. This news shocked him, he wasn't ready for it, but he knows for sure that he is ready to do everything in his power to make you remember him.

“The best thing you can all do is put her in the environment where she has been for the last 5 years. Guide her slowly and carefully tell her the events she has forgotten. Memories can come in flashes and this is normal, it means that she remembers and after a while she will remember everything. But I must warn you that there is a chance that she will not remember anything.” — the doctor said and gave Buck a soft look. Unfortunately, he has to deal with many cases of amnesia and the hardest thing is to see the patient's family and know that they don't have the slightest idea what to do next. “Now, if you excuse me, I need to check on another patient.”

There is a chance that she will not remember anything. These words ring in Buck's head. What if she really doesn't remember anything? Would he have to win her love all over again? Would he have to propose to her again? Will they have to build everything again for another 5 years?

2 months later

The door opens. You came back from grocery shopping. Apparently, this is the house that you and Buck moved into after your wedding. Home sweet home, only you don't feel at home. You remember that you lived alone, there wasn't even a man on the horizon that you liked, turns out you're already married.

Buck is very sweet, he hasn't left your side for a second since you woke up. He showed you pictures of you together. Here you are at Bobby's birthday party, here you saw Jee for the first time, here you are at Chim and Maddie’s hospital wedding, here you are spending a free day at the beach. And you could remember those events, but you don't remember living them with Buck.

Yesterday Buck told you that you were supposed to fly to Europe together for the first time in 2 weeks. It's been your dream all your life and Buck was happy to make it a reality. He was happy to share memories with you that would keep you both warm in the future. But the trip will have to be canceled, because he doesn't want to overwhelm you.

“I know it’s a lot and you probably want to run away, but listen, I’m here if you need me. I know you don’t remember me, but I remember everything and my love will be enough for both of us for now.” — Buck put the bags on the floor and came over to you. He stopped in front of you and didn't know how to behave. He wanted to kiss you, but would it be too much? He wanted to hug you, but wouldn't that scare you off?

Seeing how he hesitated, you hugged him yourself. You hugged him to you as hard as you could. The thing is, you were very scared. But Buck instilled a sense of security, he was your safe place. You didn't remember him, but your body remembered exactly how to react to him. And you trusted that instinct.

So far, you have agreed to sleep in separate bedrooms. You didn't want to rush things, and he didn't want to push you. So when night fell, you said goodnight to each other and went to your rooms.

You lay down on the bed and put your head on the pillow, it smelled like Buck. His cologne, his shower gel, the whole room seemed to be filled with him. You looked at the bedside table and saw a photo of you together. So happy and beautiful, in the photo you were somewhere in the park.

“I promise I will remember you. For us.” — you said quietly to yourself and fell asleep.

It was a beautiful sunny day. You look at yourself in the mirror and you're wearing an amazing wedding dress. Your hair, makeup, jewelry — all this made you feel like a princess.

“Athena, I’m so nervous, I don't think I will remember my vows.” — you turned around to Athena while she was preparing your veil.

“(Y/N), you and Buck have been preparing for this wedding for six months, if something goes wrong, it will definitely be Chim that got into some shit again.” — she laughed and took your hand.

“Listen, don't memorize your vows, speak from the heart. Remember how he makes you feel, remember his every look and touch, remember how he looks at you. And don't forget to add his nickname at the end. What do you always call him?” — Athena looked into your eyes and smiled. She knew for sure that your vows would be perfect.

“Light of my life.”

You woke up and were breathing heavily. It was a flashback from your wedding. Of course, you always called him "light of my life." Because he saved you from the darkest stage of your life.

You had your favorite white tulips at the wedding. Buck wanted everyone to come in colorful outfits, but you insisted on a dress code. And the cake ended up being 5 times bigger than you expected, so at the end of the day you handed it out to each guest, so they could eat it at home.

You remembered. Panic began to take over your whole body. Or is it just your love for your husband has returned and your body is responding to it?

You lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and hurried to the room where Buck sleeps. But he wasn't sleeping, you saw the light in his room and opened the door.

“Buck…” — you whispered and felt tears on your cheeks.

“Hey. Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” — Buck saw how panicked you were and rushed to stand next to you. He put his hands on your shoulders and looked into your eyes. “Talk to me.”

“Light of my life.”

He froze. Did you remember? Or is he dreaming? He didn’t want to move to not scare the reality. He just wanted to stay in this moment.

“You don't like oranges, so we immediately told the pastry chef not to offer us cakes with oranges. You really want children, so on our second date we started choosing names for our children. When you were struck by lightning, you pretended to be a Flash for 3 months, and when I dyed my hair and didn't tell you about it, you started calling me because you didn't recognize me, even though I was standing next to you the whole time.” — you started rattling off the facts of your relationship quickly, as if you were afraid to forget, but you remembered everything.

You saw the tears in Buck's eyes and started crying even harder. You couldn't even imagine what he was going through these two months while you didn't remember anything.

“I knew you would remember.” — he said and had the biggest smile on his face. “C-can I kiss you?”

“Please.” — you said it and pulled him to you for a kiss. So desirable for both of you.

“Don’t cancel Europe, we need more memories.”

Buck just laughed, picked you up and carried you to the bed. It's going to be a long night.

[nervoushottee]

Just thinking about you doing the “Sorry, I’m not into short guys” Tiktok trend with The 141 boys

(You can view this as each being individual boyfriends, or that they are all your bfs in a foursome almost)

Simon “Ghost” Riley

You don’t let him hear the audio sound. You know if he did then he’d wouldn’t do it. He probably would after you said please two or three times

So you keep an AirPod in one ear and just ask him to help you recreate this video that’s been going around.

You don’t say anything more about it, and it causes Simon to lift an eyebrow in curiousity as he stands behind you like instructed.

You start the Tiktok, lip syncing the audio and raise it up to your level before subtly tapping Simon’s leg for him to take the phone.

He raises it up to his height, stopping to when only his chest down is showing and not his neck.

And you’re just there smiling with a blush on your cheeks as you look up at the camera

When the song is done, you tell him thank you as he hands you’re phone back. And you reward him with a kiss

He asks you about it and you simply tell him you’ll send it to him later

When you send Simon the video an hour later when he had left to get something from the store for you. You get a text of him saying “bloody hell” following with a “insert smh emoji”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle already knows about the trend. Has seen it before on his feed once or twice whenever he gives Tiktok a look through.

So he isn’t confused when you come up to him and asks if he could do it with you.

He smiles and gets behind you, ready and in position with a smirk on his lips

You start the video, mouthing the words before handing it to Gaz to raise up to his height

You stand there with a smile on your face as he slowly lifts it up to his height.

You suddenly feel his hand slide up from your side, up your chest and rest securely around your neck

You welcome it instantly, placing your hand on top of his and letting him press his thumb against your bottom lip as you look up at the camera

Smiling even wider when he says to you softly, “That’s my girl.”

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Johnny is the one to ask you to do it

He saw it on his for you page one time, then went down the loophole of watching more videos with that same trend and sound

After 5 minutes he comes to you and says he wants to do it with you

You happily do it because you had already wanted to ask him

So the two of you stand in position and you do the trend letting Johnny take the phone from you and raising it to his height

You look up at the camera as you turn around, to ask him to give you a kiss.

He kisses you quickly before lifting you over his shoulder. Your ass in on his shoulder and in full view of the still recording video.

You can feel him chuckling to himself before he throws the phone and takes you into the room to have his way with you

Captain John Price

You come to John and ask him if you can hold the phone for him.

He stops what he’s doing so he can help you with what you need but not knowing what for.

You instruct him to stand behind him, as you play the phone music in ear as you raise the phone

John takes it up as you mutter against your breath for him to take it.

He lifts it up to his height still confused as ever as he stares at the phone recording both.

His attention however shifts to you as he feel your hands wrap around his waist and your chin pressed to his chest.

He looks down at you as you’re already looking up at him. He smiles before placing his unoccupied hand on your cheek asking, “You alright love?”

He asks you what the video was for, after a few minutes. You show him the finished video. He watches it with his eyebrows furrowed at first until a blush creeps against his face and he’s letting out a soft laugh.

He places his hand against your cheek once more before kissing your lips. “What ever my girl wants.”

[kunikuyu]

"A reward for someone so good." Hashira Series!

Part 1, 2, 4, 5, 6

Mitsuri Kanroji x Male! Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, NSFW, can be read as FTM reader, praise, voyeurism, fingering, virgin! Mitsuri, Mitsuri has issues with self-esteem.

Summary: Pillar training has begun, much to your delight. Of course, as a hard-working and strong person, you can handle any challenge. Even if it's fighting a hashira. And in a way, they all see some value in you, and want to reward you for it.

You wake up after long hours of sleep, still clinging to Tomioka (read part 2). You blush as you look at the other boy, who still seemed to be in the deepest state of his sleep. Even though you don't want to, you get up and start getting ready to go to the next pillar training. Of course you hadn't done Muichiro's yet, but you really didn't feel like doing his training.

You get ready in a few minutes, and wait patiently for Tomioka to wake up. The clock said 7:55, and Giyuu always woke up at 8:00 am sharp, it was his habit.

It didn't take long for him to wake up, and the first thing he looked at was you. "[Name]..." He calls you gently, and is answered with a smile. He seemed to have no regrets about what happened the night before.

You talk for a few minutes, talking about your relationship from now on. He was afraid of being in a relationship, of being happy, and you understood that. "I will wait for you as long as necessary, Giyuu-san."

....

You left Giyuu's mansion after a few minutes of making out. You simply won't forget this day. He wrote a letter to the next hashira, letting her know that you had undergone special training and that it was as effective as Tokito's, just so you wouldn't have to do the young boy's.

And speaking of the next hashira...

"[Name]-kun!" The girl seemed happy to see you. She hugs you, subtly tiptoeing to do so. Mitsuri was the type of person who was lively and full of life. The crow with Tomioka's letter got to it before you did. You can't help but blush a little when the girl hugs you.

"Come on, training will start soon. Oh, and first, I want to talk to you." And she immediately holds your hand, leading you into the mansion. Mitsuri was very close to you and became even more so after Rengoku's death, which shook you both a lot.

She takes you to the kitchen, where lots of sakura mochi were piled on a platter. "You did all this, Mit?" "Yes, I did it myself. Let's eat together, shall we?" She says, smiling slightly.

You talk and eat a lot. She was that kind of friend you could always count on and always had good times with.

.....

Not anymore. You definitely didn't just have good times with her. After this training, you no longer feel your legs. She folded things that you're pretty sure shouldn't be folding. Despite this, the training was... Interesting. Seeing a bunch of slayers in ballerina outfits almost crying in pain made your day in an almost sadistic way.

The training went on like this for about two days, this training was definitely the hardest so far. But after these sections, you were finally approved by Mitsuri. And speaking of the girl, you couldn't help but notice that Mitsuri was a little sad and wasn't eating much (which wasn't her norm).

It was already evening when everyone was dismissed (not before eating a good meal, of course). Worried about the love hashira, you can't help but go to her room to check on her situation.

And there she was, looking at herself in the mirror with a sentimental look, her eyes not so bright. "Mit...?" You call her, and she looks at you in surprise.

"[Name]-kun...! Sorry, I didn't see I left the door open..."

She smiles weakly. Her hair was not braided and looked more beautiful than ever. You can recognize right away that Mitsuri's self-esteem was completely shattered, her face had a sad look on it and her hands were resting on each other as if she were trying to shrink herself.

You remained silent, and went to the girl. Mitsuri seems happy with your presence and it makes her smile get a little bigger. You sit next to her, and run your hand through the girl's hair. The moonlight and the candles she lit earlier created a cozy atmosphere.

.....

The two of you talked for a long time, and Mitsuri seemed calmer now, although she was still blushing (she's always shy in the presence of men, cute). Even though she was embarrassed, she was still able to explain what she felt. It was one of those moments when she remembered the people she wanted to marry in the past.

She was getting closer and closer to you, and at the present moment, her hands were on top of yours. You were still talking, but you could feel that the atmosphere had changed. Maybe it was out of need, or because she really had feelings for you since you helped her. But the romantic atmosphere was visible.

Suddenly, she finds the courage to say something that shocks you. "I... I was getting ready to bathe in a waterfall near here, would you like to join me?" Your eyes widen and she can feel how surprised you are.

"Oh I'm sorry, that request was very inappropriate, wasn't it?" She says, voice slightly shaking as she covers her face with her hands. Kanroji definitely regretted such a request, but it didn't last long.

"I accept your idea." As you stood up and reached out your hand to the woman.

.....

What a wonderful body.

Mitsuri's curves were perfect, almost divine. She removed her clothing elegantly, slowly exposing every bit of her delicate body. The moonlight hit her pale skin as if she were a goddess. Her hair moved with the subtle wind, and the pink of Mitsuri's cheeks matched the color of her hair.

She didn't seem to mind that you were watching her undress, and she even seemed to enjoy being admired so much. This increases her self-esteem.

"They say this waterfall helps heal the body's pain, I think you'll like it." And he chuckles lightly, as if he knew how difficult his training with her was. "ah, consider it a reward for someone as good as you."

.....

You undress, also in front of her, and then enter the waterfall. She was blushing more than ever, but she didn't let her nervousness show as much.

You have fun in the water, and anyone who looked at that situation would think you were lovers. Your bodies were glued together, almost like a dance, and Mitsuri really seemed to be happy.

"This is the closest I've ever come to a man, you know? I feel kind of nervous." She says to you, and you bring her face a little closer to yours, using your index finger on her chin. "Don't worry, just relax." And just like that, you seal your lips on hers.

She kisses you back, and your hands roam her body, touching every bit of her soft, unexplored skin. She wraps her arms around your neck, deepening the kiss. Mitsuri lets out a few low, sweet moans, and your hands begin to shake with anticipation as you run your hands over her body.

You break away from the kiss, still keeping your face close to hers. "Can I?" You say, while smiling and assuring her that you won't do anything she doesn't want. Kanroji just nods in approval and bows slightly.

Your fingers reach the girl's private part. She closes her eyes, and you move closer to kiss her again. She moves her legs apart to allow your hand to pass, and lets out a few sly moans when she feels your fingers entering her soft, warm entrance. With your thumb, you massage her clit, making her moan more and a little louder than the previous ones.

That was paradise. Hearing that woman's moans, touching her body and making her reach the peak of her pleasure is one of the best tasks you've ever done.

.....

It didn't take long for her to reach her climax, making her weaken in your arm. Mitsuri seemed fulfilled, and at the moment, she just wished it would never end. You remove your fingers from inside her, wash your hand in the waterfall and hug her gently.

"Never again think that you are ugly or undesirable, because everything I saw here is a true goddess." And she just blushes and laughs softly, placing a soft peck on your lips.

Author's note (me :p)!

I confess that this was my least favorite and it was cuter than I expected. Obanai's is completely the opposite._.

[bl33df0rm3]

✎"So that's what you're into? I see." Afab!reader x Genshin men's favorite kinks (Smut, 2nd Pov)

-‘๑’-Note; This is meant to be inclusive for all readers including black readers so things like "Easy to bruise skin." and "You feel your face turn red (As a black person my face does feel hot but I don't get red). Along with easy to go through hair won't be added, if you need those details in fanfic's then this blog is not for you<3. This can be the same for Chubby readers<3

✎Author's note; I'm not doing this in any order these are just what came to mind, if you have any character you want me to cover (Max of 5 at a time), I gotcha. Also this is afab reader but the readers gender isn't specified. If you wish to translate my works please dm me&lt;3 (MDNI BANNER CREDIT CLICK HERE)

Tighnari ;Breeding.

Imagine Just being out in the forest with just a field of flowers around you, the not so silent sounds of Tighnari pounding into you just as he has for the last few minutes every thrust having him drag deeper into you by the moment his groans escaping his lips as moans poor from yours. He can't help it it he really can't just the slight teasing that you did Earlier and the suggestive remarks about having a family, that was what tipped him over the edge. He wanted to fill you to the brim it made his cock twitch just thinking about it, with your consent before hand he knew just how he wanted it to go, His ears twitched with anticipation feeling you clench around him the little whimper from you letting him know you were so close, just begging him to let you reach your high. He smiled as he picked up the speed as you lost control of your arms your face now just brushing against the flowers as you reached your peak, feeling his warm substance begin to fill you as he groaned in pleasure watching some trickle out and fall onto a petal under you.

He wasn't lying you did get to smell the flowers that day.

Childe/ Tartaglia;

At this point you were at a loss, your breathing was ragged and delayed looking up at the piercing blue eyes that had a lovely smirk accompany them he looked completely fine yet here you were under him with your legs spread nails digging into Tartaglia's back. The look on your face was amazing to him one minute you were trying to actually trying to get him to stay home with you instead of going out doing Archon's knows what. Then here you were nails embed into his back while your legs quacked under his touch from the pure over stimulation he was glazing along them. It probably wasn't that long but your mind seemed to magically gain time blindness over just this simple motion over and over. His eyes looked over your body again it was tailored for him, it could take this much in such a short time and it brought a feeling of pride along with lust that decided to keep you around. Deciding that he had his fun for the night he increased the pressure on your puffy nub as his fingers curled just a bit more to hit that special spot inside of instead of just brushing along it.

Sure he was going to let you finish now, but that doesn't mean the night was over.

Pantalone; Cock warming

All that could be heard was the sounds of papers shuffling as he reached over you occasionally humming as you stayed almost perfectly still, with that gentle unfazed smile that never left Pantalone's face looming over you. At first it felt weird you needed some type of friction not for your to just be sitting there with you underwear pushed to the side taking all of him in. I mean he was completely bottoming out of you but then again it felt nice after a little bit, besides you were promised a reward if you could stay still for just long enough for him to finish a few things. This was the best he could do to tend to your needs at this time well that was what he told you but that was far from the truth, it was just the feeing of you wrapped around him that brought pleasure to him. Along with the fact that it felt like he was just pleased feeling you have to occasionally move too readjust yourself with him to help. Your insides felt so warm, tender it honestly was relaxing pair that with the fact that it stimulating and brought extra anticipation to when he could ruin you, perhaps in the confines of his office?

He was already turned on, a few thrusts wouldn't hurt right?

Itto; Oral (giving)

As he's stated before Itto always wins all his food or more on point his snacks, though a full course meal was much more filling he adored a challenge and whenever you lost he was able to demand anything he wanted. That's how you ended up here with your legs draped over his shoulders as he lapped at your folds looking up to smile with his eyes over at your expression. It was the way you tasted it was amazing paired with how the moans that fell off your tongue rolled into his ears. Your juices pouring down his chin and onto your shared bed sheets being strained by your nails digging into them, the very slight twitching of your legs when he teased your clit. The pussy drunk look in his eyes as his tongue bullied his way deeper and deeper until he hit that spot making your insides clench in pleasure. It was a beautiful sight, after your hands went from the sheets to his horns in a matter of minutes making him gasp slightly, making him close his eyes as you pushed him into you. His hips brushing along the side of the bed in need of friction causing a groan to pour out the strain on his pants was unbearable at this point, but he knew that if he cut you off now and lost control he would only focus on his pleasure.

Besides it was rude to leave in the middle of dinner right?

Dliuc; Bondage

The feeling of rope grazing your skin was a new one though Dliuc pounding into you wasn't one at all, he seemed focused as he held you close to his chest his arm tucked around your waist holding you upright the small sounds that came every time after you two connected. The slight groans that escaped from him as he pulled on your restraints, it was a little fantasy of his that he finally got to fufill even if it took an ungodly amount of courage to bring to you. His normal blunt nature seemly have disappeared as he danced along the question. Then the blunt nature brought itself to your attention to you as he whispered into your ears, it wasn't degrading but it was still like he was shaming you for enjoying yourself even if it was his idea. The slight whispers you barley could make out like 'You're really enjoying this? maybe i should have brought this up to you earlier.' It wasn't just you being tied up that excited him well it was a huge part of it, but it was the amount of trust you were putting into him, you were tied up at his mercy barley being able to move. Yet you never seemed to second guess whatever he wanted from you, not even the possibility of rope burn (That he made sure he prevented), besides being a little sore from the ropes after you were completely safe.

It made his mind wander what other ways he could tie you up?

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-‘๑’-Note; To be contuined….,If you have any characters you want me to cover in my next post(Or any request for that matter) please lmk via question bar (Renamed Q&R), Comments or my Inbox

pt.2 right here

[sugar-plum-writer]

"Jujutsu Lover~ OTOME GAME"

System: 001 [Part - 01] Loading 99%----> 100%! Loading Route! Character? Yan! Emperor Sukuna Love interest for Player- 3% [Be aware not to cross above 100% for your safety~] Best of Luck! [Player Death Rate- 100%] Difficulty- SSR** [Failing to clear will result in immediate death!] Warnings/Tags? [Slight!Violence; A Yan!Emperor Sukuna x Fem!Empress Reader; Isekai]Route Name?

[A Love As Cursed As Hell]

Good Luck player Y/n <3

Yan!Emperor Sukuna is ruthless, cold, brutal and calculating. A war maniac who conquered all the lands the gaze could fall upon- East to West and North to South. Amassed a fortune to rival anyone in 69 centuries future or past, with a harem of women known throughout the lands as- "Beauties From A 100 Lands".

He was a man who knew how to indulge himself, and you his official wife, "The Empress", more like possessed wife who took over this woman's body and having to deal with it the one and only Y/N.

Yan! Emperor Sukuna was very annoying, the court drama? Even more annoying. Bribes left and right, poisons given to take the throne, schemes from ministers, and having to deal with women throwing themselves at him like flies- trying to take over your position and be the Empress. Hell recently an assassin broke into your palace almost strangling you to death.

Sighing you sat with your legs crossed- chin resting on your palm- with a gaze deary enough to make sunshine seem like a funeral. The Syrup from sweets dripped down your fingers as you munched on them. "Fuck how did I end up like this!? SSR difficulty!? Who created this rigged game? Which ML such high difficulty!!", a loud groan echoed as you slammed your head on the table

"Fuck this shit!..-", standing up on your feet- you stepped out of the pagoda raising your middle finger screaming in frustration

"FUCK YOU!!!!! SUKUNA!!! MINISTERS!!! SUCK MY-"

"Suck your what?", a sly smirk tugged the mans lips

"Since when did the Empress start cursing like this? How interesting", Blood-red eyes gleaming like rubies looked into yours as a figure stood towering above you.

Your blood ran cold- sweat started forming on your skin dripping down your forehead, jaw clenching tight with your heart threatening to blow up to smithereens seeing the man in front of you

Yan!Emperor Sukuna

"F...Forgive me...I did not mean to your Majesty", you hurriedly kneeled on the ground- head bowed low trembling

"Hm...",

"How about this?" grinning he pulled your wrist towards him with a smirk- devouring the sweets from your hands- his warm tongue licking the remaining syrup from your delicate fingertips.

{Congrats Player Y/N for surviving event [First encounter!] Love interest for player? [3.5%]}

A notification popped in front of you but before you could do anything the following words caused you to freeze

"If you manage to do something to entertain me for 5 minutes I will let you live."

{Warning! System Warning! Unexpected turn of Event! (Special mission assigned to Player Y/n!) [Survive for 5 minutes to gain reward- Wild Card!]}

Hey all~ as I said Otome Series is here~ I will do Toji, Sukuna, Gojo and Geto for now! (Nanami is hidden route) if you like it please follow or ask in comments to tag you to know if you all want more! Feel free to check out my Masterlist which has all my work! This the the first one in the Otome Game series!

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I'm Your Man - Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal x OFC - Chapter 9

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 |-| Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19

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Warnings: Language

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags: @mads-weasley @xxluckystrike @curaheehee @footprintsinthesxnd @dcyllom @storysimp @latibvles @love-studying58

A/N: Sorry this chapter took a while! Please enjoy some filler fluff as a reward for your patience

The January cold was a biting, painful thing, with the uncanny ability to burrow its way deep beneath any clothing, regardless of the layers everyone at Thorpe Abbotts had desperately piled on for protection. Thick, wool socks and scarves were always in order, and a few of the elderly women in the village had begun to make a pretty penny by selling them on to disgruntled pilots who had never before experienced winter outside of California.

Major Kidd had given her Egan's sheepskin jacket. Well, he less gave it to her than he did leave it in the mechanics' hut for her, but she appreciated the gesture nevertheless. The sleeves were too long, but she made do, as it was loose enough on her to fit comfortably over her work overalls. Combined with the wool tights she'd stolen from George, and the fingerless gloves she'd found at the bottom of a drawer somewhere, the weather was almost bearable. Almost.

It had snowed overnight. There was too much ice on the roads to cycle without endangering life and limb, so Frankie had been forced to commandeer a phone and summon Lemmons in one of the jeeps. The man had looked so miserable upon his arrival, that it had been impossible not to laugh. Hat tugged down past his eyebrows, scarf pulled up over his chin, his face was only half visible, and what sliver she could see was contorted in a frown. His gloves were made of bright orange wool, and she suspected the women in the village had run out of the more appealing colours by the time he sought them out. Grinning to herself, she clambered into the jeep, stomping snow off of her boots as she sat down.

"I don't like this country anymore, Frankie," Ken complained, voice muffled by his scarf.

She laughed. "Oh, sweetheart, if you think this is bad..."

He was stricken with a look of complete and utter fear, and Frankie let out a snort. "It gets worse?"

"Probably!"

This information put him in a foul mood for the rest of the drive, muttering and grumbling to himself about 'goddamn snow' and 'goddamn ice' as they pulled up to the runway, tyres gouging fresh marks into the undisturbed blanket of white. They were both left sorely wishing they had finished their work the night before when the weather had been more palatable, but there was no getting around what they had to do now.

The metal of the planes' exteriors was frozen to the touch, bare fingertips left raw and red as they worked away at replacing and tightening various bolts and rivets, breath blooming in frozen clouds in front of their faces. Every five minutes they would have to step away from whatever they were doing and run a few laps around the place just to warm themselves up, aware of what a ridiculous sight they must have made.

"Think they'll go up again tomorrow?" Ken asked, panting as he jogged on the spot behind Frankie, occasionally pausing to throw in a few star jumps.

"Not if the weather doesn't clear up - they'll need better skies than this if the navigators want to get anywhere," She shrugged, pausing halfway through tightening another bolt to jump up and down, attempting to restore feeling to her legs.

"Everyone else is in bed right now," He complained.

"Lucky bastards."

The pair must have appeared entirely absurd, chatting away with stony, irritated expressions as they stomped and jumped around entirely out of synch, and they counted themselves lucky that there wasn't a single other soul out there that morning to bear witness. A lit cigarette hung from between Frankie's lips, the embers only just succeeding in warming her face. Their cheeks and noses had both turned red after only an hour out in the cold, and by the end of their second, neither could justify staying outside any longer.

Kicking the snow off their boots, they shut themselves in the mechanics' hut, the light that hung from the ceiling swaying in the drafty breeze - the result of a ceiling gap that they were unable to locate. Turning on the gas stove that was usually only used to make terrible coffee, the pair pulled up their chairs beside it, holding their frozen hands above the small flame until feeling returned to their fingers.

"I forgot to ask you about your Christmas," Frankie huffed, rubbing her palms together, creating heat from the friction.

"That was nearly a month ago," He pointed out.

"I know. Just felt a bit bad about not asking."

"It was good, yeah. Sammy's folks had a goose, I dunno where they got it from," Lemmons chuckled, pausing for a moment. When he spoke again, there was a glimmer of something in his eye. "How was your Christmas?"

She frowned at him. "I told you before. Good."

"...Mhm."

A sudden knock at the door took them both by surprise, heads snapping towards the unexpected sound. Brows furrowed, they glanced at one another, neither one wanting to get up from their spot beside the stove. "Door's open!" Ken called.

They could hear the sound of someone awkwardly fumbling with the door handle, and Frankie was about to get up when it finally opened. Rosie had to use his foot to pry his way inside, a steaming cup of Red Cross coffee in each hand as he shuffled through, flakes of snow still resting unmelted in his hair. His face was flushed pink, and he wasn't wearing anywhere near enough clothes to protect him from the cold, snow encrusting the soles of his boots.

"Hey!" Frankie beamed, pulling up another chair for him between her and Lemmons. "Jesus, were you trying to get hypothermia?"

"Brought coffee," He said simply, voice still slightly shaky as he sat down, holding the tin mugs out to the mechanics. "And uh-" Reaching into his pocket, Rosie produced a crumpled paper bag containing a couple of doughnuts. "Don't tell Helen. Was only supposed to take one."

"Gee, thanks, Cap," Lemmons nodded gratefully, shooting Frankie a pointed stare that she pretended not to have noticed. She nodded in agreement, both hands wrapped around her cup, feeling the heat seep through the metal. The Red Cross coffee always tasted so much better than the crap they had in the mechanics' hut, and she resisted the urge to grin at the gesture, especially as she realised he had brought nothing for himself.

They drank in silence for a while, the only sound the jagged, laboured breathing of one trying to wear off a chill. "...So, uh..." Rosie began, hands folded in his lap as he looked between the others. "...Work going well?"

"Y'know, I can go somewhere else if you guys want," Ken pointed out, peering at them over the rim of his mug.

"No!" "No!" Frankie and Rosie blurted simultaneously, assuring him hurriedly. "You need to keep warm, Ken," She told him.

He had slurped down his coffee quickly, the winter cold cooling it down so that it wouldn't burn his throat. Shaking his head, he pushed his chair backwards out of the little semi-circle they had created, scraping loudly across the floor. "The fuel cans we asked for arrived yesterday, I should go pick them up before I forget."

"You sure?" Frankie asked, getting up to trail after him as he made his way to the door. "The snow'll probably start melting soon, you should wait until it's not so icy."

"No, no. Now's good," Lemmons nodded determinedly, smirking at her as he opened the door, a gust of cold wind blowing its way inside. "Thanks again for the coffee, Rosie!"

"No problem, Ken," He nodded, tipping an imaginary cap at him as the mechanic disappeared outside.

Frankie paused a moment to process what had happened before letting out a huff of laughter. Rosie was still sat beside the stove, watching with a smile as she crossed the room towards him. She leant down, and he craned his head up to meet her, their lips meeting in a quick kiss, as casual and comfortable as a long-married couple.

"He definitely knows," She pointed out, lowering herself back into her seat and propping her legs up across his lap, his elbows resting gently on them.

"Oh yeah," Rosie nodded in agreement. "Have you properly told anyone yet? Only, I haven't - I was waiting until you wanted to."

"Oh, I've only told George, she won't tell anyone. But I tell her literally everything, so y'know."

"Yeah, yeah, I expected that," He continued nodding, pausing after a moment as a stricken look of realisation crossed his face. "Wait, does that mean you told her about when we-"

"No! No, not about that, Jesus," Frankie giggled, nose creasing as she took another sip of her coffee. A smile spread across Rosie's expression as he took a moment to actually take in her appearance, his thumb rubbing back and forth along the hem of her trousers.

"... Is that Egan's jacket?"

"Mhm," She hummed, wiping her top lip as she put down her mug. "Kidd left it for me. It doesn't fit-" Frankie flapped the ends of her sleeves to illustrate the point, making him chuckle. "-but the thought was nice."

"God, I absolutely humiliated myself the first time I met Egan," Rosie shook his head slightly, his cheeks reddening. "Kept talking about flying in my goddamn skivvies, I was pretty sure he only brought me to meet you so that you two could both laugh at the weird new Captain."

She laughed, taking one of his hands in hers, absent-mindedly twiddling his fingers as she spoke. "I'm sorry, you flew in your what?"

"Jesus, I'm doing it again, this is like a recurring nightmare. It gets real hot in Texas, right, so we practised flying in our underwear to stop us from over-heating - but of course I decided that was the best possible story to introduce myself to the Majors with. I mean, Christ, I still don't know what I was thinkin'."

"Well, the first time I met him I absolutely destroyed him in a drinking contest, so he's been offered his fair share of public humiliation."

"That... does help, actually," He admitted, and she grinned, running a hand through his hair and messing up his curls as she rose to her feet. His gaze followed her, tilting his head upwards, a few loose curls hanging in his face. "Where are you going?"

"Funny thing is, I actually have this thing called a job," Frankie teased, zipping up Egan's jacket as she headed for the door. "I have to, like, do it, and everything."

"Wow, that sounds really hard, I'm so impressed," Rosie replied flatly, a smirk curling his lip.

A gust of wind blew a cloud of snowflakes in through the door as she opened it, flipping her collar up to her chin against the breeze as she stepped outside. Lemmons was waiting there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and his unexpected presence startled her, snow crunching beneath her feet as she jumped, sucking in a sharp breath.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Ken shrugged. "Thought I oughta give you a minute - didn't wanna interrupt anything private."

Frankie's eyes narrowed, glaring at him as they made their way back towards the hardstand. "Oh, shut up. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Can you seriously look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong?"

Turning on her heel, she stared at him, their gazes locked for a long, awkward moment of silence. She gnawed at her lip, saying nothing, until suddenly she broke, scoffing as she stomped away. "Fuck you, Ken."

"Told you!"

Before he could move, she had slung an arm around his neck, forcing him into a playful headlock. Lemmons squawked, wrestling against her unrelenting grip until he dug his fingers into her side, and she released him with a yelp, their hair both dusted white with snow.

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It took three days for the weather to subside - three days of icy roads, relentless snowfall, and trying not to freeze on the hardstand. Every day like clockwork Rosie had brought the mechanics fresh, hot coffee, filling flasks with the stuff to satisfy more and more of the ground crews, who were growing steadily more irritable with each inch of snowfall. The pilots were grounded for the duration, but even the pub seemed too great of a trek under such circumstances. The only sanctuary was the small, cylindrical heaters inside the Nissen huts, and in the evenings many took to sitting around them to keep warm.

Early morning birdsong came as an unwelcome sound as Frankie's eyes peeled open, adjusting to consciousness as sunlight streamed in through the window above her bed. A gust of air hit her face as her bedsheets were ripped off of her, and she flinched as she waited for the sudden chill to grip her. But it didn't.

"George. What the fuck," She grumbled, pressing her palms against her eyelids as she sat up, hair knotted and sticking out at random angles on one side of her head.

"Get up. Snow's thawed, they'll be flying today."

The woman had a disturbing knack for always looking immaculate - golden hair falling in perfect curls, red lipstick that never smudged, and clothes that always fitted perfectly. George always told her that it was just that she put in the effort, but Frankie tended to suspect some sort of witchcraft.

"Well fuck me, in that case, why didn't you wake me up sooner?" She huffed, her hairbrush getting stuck halfway through a knotted patch. For a moment, she couldn't quite bear to deal with it, and just let it hang there, weighing down her scalp on one side.

"Thought you should get some beauty sleep before you see off your darling pilot," She teased, her voice taking on a sing-song quality. "Although admittedly, I wasn't expecting you to wake up looking like you'd been dragged sideways through a thornbush," George added, and Frankie let out a cry as she yanked on the hairbrush, dragging it forcefully through her hair until it fell straight.

"I'll drag you sideways through a bush in a minute," She muttered, rubbing at the sore spot on her scalp with one hand as she pulled on her coveralls with the other.

"I just think it took you long enough to finally snog him, you might as well try not to look like a dying cat whenever you see him."

"Oh, piss off!"

Huge meltwater puddles lined the roads on both sides, the grass reduced to muddy swampland, sodden with what remained of the snowfall. Frankie pedalled slowly, careful not to slip, calling out in greeting to the men who passed by in their jeeps, tyres kicking up water, spraying her legs and staining her trousers.

Her breaks screeched loudly to a halt as she stopped in front of a half-melted snowman on the side of the road, the last remaining evidence of the village children's play. Their laughter had filled the air since the first snowfall, the only remedy to the constant, freezing misery. The snowman's head was close to toppling off, its carrot nose drooping pathetically. She couldn't help but chuckle as one of the pebbles they had used for eyes slipped from its perch, landing with a thumb in the damp grass. She wondered if it had snowed back home, if Alice and Jill had made a snowman of their own. As a child, she'd used her mother's old scarf and gloves, the scent of perfume still lingering on them after so many years.

Another jeep rolled past, cutting it too close and too fast, a spray of puddle water splashing all the way up her back, the cold soaking through to her spine. Frankie let out a yelp, her train of thought lost as she flipped off the driver in his side mirror and began to pedal again, resuming her steady, cautious pace as the airstrip came into view.

The Riveters were gathered around their B-17 when she arrived, packs slung over their shoulders as they readied to board. Letting out a huge yawn, Frankie dismounted her bike, letting it lie on the tarmac as she approached, the uncomfortable stick of damp fabric against skin making her squirm. The moment Pappy saw her, he frowned. "D'you just get up? They've run the checks on our bus already, right?"

"Your plane's been ready to fly for days, Pap - I was out here in the snow making sure of it while you lot were warming your feet by the fire," She rolled her eyes, squeezing his shoulder as she passed.

Rosie was visibly fighting a grin as she approached, Bailey shooting him a confused look at his expression as he passed, clambering into the belly of the plane. One by one, the flight crew filed inside, hauling themselves up through the hatch in a series of grunts, until their Captain was the only one left standing on the tarmac. The moment they were alone, he let his smile show, a red tint flushing his cheeks. "Ma'am," He teased, tilting his cap at her as she approached.

Frankie smirked, stepping forward until their fronts were pressed together. "So... what number is this now?"

"Seventeenth mission," Rosie nodded.

"Hm. Not too shabby."

"Why thank you, dear," He grinned, leaning down to press his lips to hers. Just as Frankie began to reciprocate the kiss, a thought popped into his mind, and he pulled back, eliciting a tut of disappointment from her. "Y'know, I had this idea earlier that I'd bring you flowers, but it's too damn cold for 'em. Thought I'd let you know anyway, so you can appreciate the thought."

She hummed. "Duly noted," Grinning, she resumed the kiss, her teeth accidentally grazing his lip as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. Hands grasping at her back, his brow furrowed at the sudden dampness, but he figured she might send him away if he ruined the kiss again. He could smell the oil on her clothes, but the scent he had once found acrid now only succeeded in reminding him of her. Even miles up in the sky, hanging perilously over enemy territory, there was something calming in that smell, a constant tether to home.

The pair had been so engrossed in their embrace, that they had failed to notice Pappy reappearing through the hatch, sent to retrieve something they had forgotten in the jeep. But the moment his feet hit the tarmac, and he took in the scene before him, he froze, releasing a sort of strangled grunt that alerted them to his presence, springing away from each other, hands raised to wipe any evidence of the other from their mouths.

Wide-eyed in a mixture of shock and horror, he spoke in angry whispers, closing the hatch most of the way to muffle the sound. "Are you kidding me?!"

Rosie held up his hands as if begging for mercy. "Look, Pappy, I was gonna tell you, it's just-"

"I owe George so much money," Pappy huffed, running a hand across his brow.

Frankie frowned. "... You what?"

"We had drinks last week, we were betting on how long it'd take for... this to happen."

She resisted the urge to laugh, noticing how Rosie seemed to be suppressing a smile. "George already knew about this last week."

His expression was horror-stricken, face growing ever-redder with every second that passed. "... Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Rosie let out a chuckle. "I think you just got scammed, Pappy."

Brow furrowed, expression contorted in fury, Pappy muttered to himself in indecipherable fury as he marched over to the jeep, retrieved his forgotten cargo, and stomped back towards the plane, pausing briefly to interrupt his incensed murmuring. "Happy for you two. Or whatever," He sighed, waving a hand in their general direction as he failed to meet their eyes.

As soon as he was safely inside the plane and out of earshot, they collapsed into laughter, his utterly outraged frown seared into their minds. Rosie wheezed as he caught his breath, "I think George is using your friendship for evil," He pointed out, succumbing to laughter again as Frankie let out a cackle.

"I am not letting her collect on that debt," She shook her head, face flushed red, cheeks creased with a smile. Frankie looked up as she felt his hands against her face, palms cupping his cheeks as he brought her face to his, their foreheads simply resting against each other's as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

"I will see you later," He spoke softly, the tip of his nose brushing against hers.

"Yeah, you better," She reached up, straightening his tie. "I'll be really pissed off otherwise."

"And we can't have that."

"Nope."

With one last smile, Rosie pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, and Frankie scoffed as he pulled away, wiping her face with the back of her hand. He smirked to himself as he climbed up into the plane, arms burning with the weight of his body as he hauled himself up through the hatch. Navigating his way through to the cockpit with ease, he slid into the pilot's seat, feeling Pappy's gaze burning into the side of his skull.

"...Yes Pappy?" He asked after a moment of silence, his co-pilot shaking his head side to side, never retracting his penetrating stare.

"I fuckin' knew it."

[ladykailitha]

Grief (A Friend Indeed) Part 4

Hey, guys! This story is coming along at quite the clip. I have part 5 already done. I have the specific plot beats mapped out and you are in for a wild ride.

Enjoy more Lauren being awesome, Steve being a history buff, and liking alt rock. A bit of tw for allusion to cancer. It's where Penny and Wayne talk so if you want to skip it just know that Penny isn't acting herself in this chapter and is handling the grief badly.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Lauren tapped her lip thoughtfully. “I suppose I’ll grant you Robin being better than me on the sheer fact that she’s your soulmate. But it was this close.” She held her finger and thumb so close together they were almost touching.

“Platonic,” Steve assured her. Lauren raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not her type,” he added with a shrug.

“That’s fair,” she said. “I hate it when people assume that just because you’re opposite genders that you have to be romantically linked.”

Steve nodded. “As if other types of love don’t exist.”

Eddie winced. Steve caught his eye and blushed.

“I mean you can love friends and family, that’s not romantic, right?”

When no one answered, he continued. “Like one of the kids I used to babysit, Dustin. The one that built the CV tower. God I love that kid like my little brother. But I’m not attracted to him for fuck’s sake. All I’m saying is love is more then just romantic. Hell, the Greeks had a half of a dozen or so types of love.”

Eddie leaned forward interested. “Yeah, like what?”

“There’s love for the gods, love for your brothers in arms, love for your family, romantic love, and sexual love,” Steve said, naming them and counting his fingers. “I think there are more than that, but I don’t really remember.”

Oliver frowned at Steve. “Aren’t romantic love and sex the same thing?”

Steve shrugged. “You’d have to ask them, I don’t know. But I never thought so. You don’t have to be in love to have sex and you don’t have to sex with a romantic partner.”

Lauren launched into music and her tastes to quickly change the subject as Penny was starting to frown about the sex talk.

Eddie started talking to Gale about how she liked school now that she had finished kindergarten and resurfaced to Lauren and Steve’s conversation a few minutes later.

“You can’t honestly believe that Speak & Spell is the superior album,” Steve groused. “It had one hit on it and I wouldn’t even call it that.”

“I just think the band lost a little something when Vince Clarke left is all,” Lauren murmured.

Oliver sidled up to Eddie and nudged him with his elbow. “Do you know what they are talking about?”

Eddie just shook his head, enthralled. He had seen Steve passionate about sports before but this was new.

“Some Great Reward has some of the best songs on it,” Steve continued, unaware he was being watched. “God, I remember the first I heard ‘Lie to Me’, it was like someone understood me for the first time in my life.”

Lauren snorted. “You just used that one because it was the one that would raise the least amount of eyebrows.”

Steve laughed. “Maybe a little, but I was serious about that song. I must have listened to it a dozens of times my senior year of high school. But yeah, I really connected with that album.”

She hummed. She had a feeling it had to do with that girlfriend he brought up earlier, but she would wait until there weren’t so many prying eyes and listening ears.

“I’ll give you Depeche Mode,” she said. “But please tell you don’t like Tears for Fears, please...”

Eddie barked out a laugh. “Stevie boy here has both of their albums.”

Steve just shrugged. “I’m not about to feel shame for liking a good band.”

Lauren opened her mouth to argue when her mother interrupted.

“Steve, Eddie?” Penny called out. “You will have to be sharing a room.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide as if he hadn’t considered that.

“It’s okay, ma’am,” Steve said with his most charming smile. “We’ve shared a room a couple times before, we’ll be fine.”

Eddie nearly choked on his own spit. While that was true, he didn’t think it was a wise thing to say in crowd of strangers.

Penny blinked at him. “Excuse me? You’ve shared a room with Eddie before?”

Steve batted his eyelashes at her innocently. “Sure. Often times when playing their D&D game it’ll go late in the night and they’ll end up sleeping over. My house has a lot of rooms, but not that many. So we’ll often double or triple up in a room.”

Gale looked up from her toys she was playing with on the floor. “Just how many rooms do you have?”

Penny shushed her. “We don’t talk about that sort of thing in mixed company!”

“In addition to my parents room and mine,” Steve said steadfastly ignoring her, “three other bedrooms, plus another room in the basement that could be converted into a guest room in a pinch if I had to.”

Penny turned purple. “That’s enough of that talk.”

Wayne stepped in before his sister threw hands with one of his boys. And yes, Steve was his. He just didn’t know it yet.

“It’s not a sin to talk about money,” he said. “Not talking about money is how those in power stay in power. It’s why I’m in a union at the plant. Steve can’t help where he’s from anymore than you can. The size of his house isn’t going to change just because you don’t want to hear it.”

Penny’s jaw dropped. She looked around at her children and then ducked her head. She got up and headed for the kitchen. Lauren got up to follow, but Wayne held up his hand and shook his head.

“I’ll deal with her.”

Eddie stood there with pursed lips trying not smile. But it was hard. Wayne rarely stood up to Penny because he had known for years that she was Grandma’s favorite and her kids were treated like royalty. Not like him and Wayne and in his early years, Al.

His grandma was a sweet old lady who loved him, but he knew that Penny and her kids got preferential treatment because they lived close. It was hard not to be at least a little bitter about that.

“Go Uncle Wayne,” Lauren said with a low whistle. “Classism goes both ways and Grandma would have had a fit if she had seen how Mom acted today.”

Eddie let his smile break through. “Who’s up for some cribbage?” he asked pulling a deck of cards out of his leather jacket pocket.

All three of the Nelson sibling bounced up and Gale ran to the hallway to grab a cribbage board. She pulled out four pegs and then looked at Steve.

He held up his hands. “I’ve never played before, so I’ll just watch.”

Eddie cocked his head to side. “You haven’t? Huh, I thought everyone knew how to play.”

Steve just shook his head.

“Tell you what,” Eddie said, sitting down around the coffee table. “We’ll play a couple rounds of cribbage and then we’ll play something you know how to play.”

“Do you guys know rummy?” Steve asked wiping his hands on his front of his jeans.

“Yeah,” Lauren said with a grin. “That’s a fun one. We’ll play that one next.”

The other kids nodded and Steve settled into to watch the weirdest card game imaginable played on a wooden board with little plastic pegs like rejects from the Life game.

*

Penny rounded on Wayne but the seeing the look on his face caused whatever argument she had to shrivel up behind her teeth. Her shoulders slumped and she ran her hands over her face.

“Fuck, Wayne,” she murmured. “I’m sorry. I just have all this rage inside. She could have tried to beat it. There were medicines and things she could have taken to give us a little bit more time with her and she just didn’t… take it.”

Wayne wrapped her in his arms and held her.

“And we almost had two funerals this year,” she continued into his shoulder, “and I’m just on my last raw nerve.”

Wayne nodded. It was touch and go for Eddie those first three days in the hospital and every was waiting on baited breath to see if he would come out on the other side.

Hell, his favorite moment that week was Eddie’s surgeon staring Sheriff Powell in the face and telling him under no uncertain terms was he allowed anywhere near her patient until she was sure he was going to live. And then by the time Eddie was out of the woods, the government had pinned the murders on someone else.

Eddie stayed under for another couple of weeks so he never got to see how bad ass his surgeon was. But Wayne did, Steve did and they were both very grateful.

“I know, Penny,” he murmured, holding her close. “It’s been such a rough year for us Munsons. How’s Danny handling it?”

Penny snorted. “You’d think it was his mama that died, not mine with all the wailing and carrying on he’s doing.”

Wayne laughed. “Sounds like our Danny.”

Danny and Penny were Hawkins High sweethearts that moved to Ashland to be closer to Penny’s mom when she slipped and fell.

“He’ll be home from work in an hour or so,” Penny said. “You wanna help me make dinner?”

“Whacha making?”

“Just chicken and rice,” she said, pulling things out of the fridge and cupboards.

“Sure.”

*

Steve tallied up the points from their five games of rummy and then threw the pen down.

“Fucking hell!” he hissed. “You’d think I’d be used to getting skunked by fifteen year olds.”

Eddie laughed. “Nah, I’m pretty sure Oliver just cheated.”

The teenager was on his feet in an instant. “I didn’t!”

Lauren put her hand on his arm. “They’re teasing you. Chill.”

Oliver sat back down.

Then the door opened and a man stepped inside. He had curly red hair, a barreled chest, and an easy smile. This was obviously Danny Nelson.

He spotted Steve right off and made a beeline for him. “You must be Steve, Eddie’s told us all about you.”

Steve stood up and shook his hand. “Thanks for having me so last minute.”

“I’m just glad Eddie’s got someone looking out for him,” Danny said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I can smell my wife’s delicious cooking.”

Steve nodded.

Soon they were all called for dinner and Steve was seated between Eddie and Lauren.

He could tell that whatever Wayne and Penny had talked about had sorted her out and she seemed a lot less hostile. But that could have also been the calming presence of her husband, Danny. He had tucked her into his side as they ate, and she leaned into his touch.

It made him grieve the lost of what his family could have been if his grandmother hadn’t died.

Maybe they still would have fallen apart, but maybe they would have been like this.

But he also knew that he had to be grateful for that money not because of the things he had gotten, but because it gave him the chance to find his own family in the monster-hunting party that were his friends.

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And that's how my husband's family introduced me to cribbage too. It is sooo hard to follow.

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[sugar-omi]

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY N ITS FINALLY HERE WOOOO!!! i'm so insane abt this idea that you can prbly expect more of it...

DAY EIGHT — NEIGHBORS-WITH-BENEFITS

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, gn + bottom reader, between step 3-4?, outdoor/beach sex, multiple choice dialogue, use of toys, bonus funny bit at the end <333

synopsis : you and cove don't get along like your parents hoped. at least.. not as friends.

you and cove can be around each other when hanging out with your friends or family, and exchange the occasional neighborly wave. but other than that, you can't stand each other.

but somehow you end up like this, time and time again.

with both of you exchanging horny gazes from across the room, suggestive or obscene gestures (sucking that popsicle so lewdly rewarded you, well cove actually, the best throat fucking of your life.)

or sneaking out to the others room because one of you sent a text to open the window or a nude...

and before you can think twice, cove is pushing you up against the nearest surface and kissing you breathless…

even though you can't stand how selfish he is half the time, and how he doesn't think things through and says and does whatever he wants… well you must not hate it that much since you've nearly ripped his shirt in half trying to get him naked.

or like that time you begrudgingly went with him to his mom's house to pick up his things, and fucked him in the car behind the gas station.

yeah, you definitely don't like him. you just.. like him sometimes. although sometimes, seems to be more like most of the time.. all the time…

but that's tomorrow y/n's problem. right now you're trying to keep your composure in front of all these people.

cove comes up behind you, pretending to grab some snacks from the table. but in actuality, he's whispering in your ear, his hand hot on your hip.

"follow me in 5 minutes…"

you tense, feeling a rush of adrenaline run through you. you nod, trying not to spill your drink.

then he disappears, fading into the crowd.

fuck, this man has ruined you.

that was the longest 5 minutes of your life, and you almost missed cove disappearing behind the lifeguard shed.

finally breaking free from your sister and cousin trying to keep you on the dance floor, you rush up the beach and try to find cove.

it's a bit hard since it's so dark out here, and you have to stop yourself from shouting when someone yanks you into a dark corner.

"shh, it's just me.." cove whispers.

you go to scold him for scaring you, but he pushes you up against the side of the building, his hips grinding into yours.

your head spins, you can feel his bulge through his shorts and his lips slot with yours, his tongue taking control of your mouth.

resigning that you can't tell him off, you bite his tongue, making him hiss and pull away.

"ow- what was that f-" cove's compliant is interrupted by your lips on his neck, your hands moving from his shoulders to grab his butt.

he groans, panting as you pull down his collar to leave more marks. "shit… don't.. leave marks…" he gasps out, his hands trembling on your shoulders.

you pull off his neck, a nice red hickey blooming on his collarbone. "why? y'know you left marks on me last time."

you got the most embarrassing talk of your life when your mom's saw the hickey under your jaw. keeping the secret of who left it didn't help either…

cove gasps, his breath shaking. "i-i told you i was sorry…"

you roll your eyes, tugging his tank top off. you don't know why he was wearing it anyway, you're at a beach party and cove never covers up, no matter how cold he is.

"shut up and fuck me before someone comes looking for us."

cove doesn't say anything, tugging down your shorts and underwear.

"fuck.. you actually wore it." cove says in disbelief, his fingers brushing against the vibrator inside you that he asked you to wear so he could control it, since you barred sex after the hickey scandal.

"well duh, didn't you get my text?" you ask, referring to the photo you sent him.

cove flushes, thinking. ".. i didn't charge my phone."

you roll your eyes, "you're so spacey. stop gaping, you asked for it so take it out and fuck me, holden."

cove grits his teeth, your eyes zeroing in on the veins in his hand and forearm.

he's too sexy for his own good…

cove's lips are on you before you can come back to reality, the kiss is messy and wet, your moans muffled by his eager lips.

begrudgingly, he breaks up the kiss and flips you around, falling to his knees and spreading your cheeks to get a full view of your hole, pulling out the vibe.

he can't help himself from leaning forward and licking at your hole, unable to resist how it clenched around nothing.

"ahh.." you breath out, pushing your ass back on cove's face.

fuck, as much as you'd love him to eat you out / rim you, you don't have time.

"hu-ohhh fuck.." his tongue dips into your hole, trying to scoop out your insides with his tongue. "hurry.. up!" you bark.

cove detaches himself from your sex, taking a condom from his pants pocket and hurrying to unbutton his shorts and rolling it over his dick.

he hisses, biting his lip.

he tried to get off by himself since you still sent him the occasional nude or dirty text. he even looked back at some of his favorite photos of you… but it's just not the same now that he's had you under him.

cove lines himself with your entrance, sinking easily into your wet insides.

you slap a hand over your mouth, muffins the loud moan about to burst from your throat.

cove's cock hits the deepest spot inside you, the vein on the underside of his dick pulsing and rubbing against a tender spot inside you.

your eyes roll back, and you close them, panting I to your hand.

even though you tried to get off by yourself. it wasn't the same as cove's dick. your fingers just didn't feel the same and the couple of toys you had hidden in your room aren't the same as his dick or when he controls your vibe…

cove's head rests between your shoulder blades, panting as he tries to wait for you to adjust.

you're so tight and warm around him, and he can't tell if it's because you haven't done it in awhile or because he missed this.

you lick your lips, swallowing. "move… c'mon.."

cove laughs breathily, strained if anything. "you're desperate…"

you bark at him, "you're the one who put it in in one thrust!"

cove doesn't say anything, holding your hips and removing his sweaty forehead from your back to watch his dick pull out your clingy hole, enjoying the way your hole wraps around him so nicely, almost not wanting to let go.

"yeah yeah…" he says dismissively, ignoring anymore bickering you're trying to start.

"hey, are you listeni-nnng!" your question turns into a moan. cove's tip slamming right against your g-spot.

cove huffs through his nose. the sound of skin against skin is too loud, someone would definitely try and find what's making that sound..

he wraps his arms around your waist, his lips against your shoulder, planting light kisses and nips but not leaving marks.

you gasp, sucking in air.

cove's thrust are more like a dog humping your leg, and as much as you want to make fun of him for being a horny bastard, you can't deny that you love how deep he is, and how he's never too far away.

"whaa- what are you…" you can't even finish the words out. his tip grinding against your willing insides and his hand coming around to stroke your dick / clit has you breathless.

"someone will hear.. just shhh." cove shushes you, tilting your head to face him, capturing your moans in a kiss, pushing them down with his tongue.

you feel irritated by the pressure building in your stomach. damn cove and damn him for making you be able to finish so quickly from doing half of nothing.

"are you..?" cove mutters, not straying too far from your lips.

you hum, trying to nod.

"me too…" and it's your turn to laugh. cove glares at you, a playful grin on his face and narrowed eyes. "what's so funny, huh?"

you press your lips together to stop from moaning, cove's hips grinding into yours. "cause- you're.. you're such a minute man…"

cove pulls you against his chest, your nails scraping down the side of the building. "me? i'm bot the one who came just from putting it in."

you bristle, "that's! that's because you were, ahh-"

cove mocks you, fake stuttering and he has a wicked smirk on his stupid face. "what? i finger blasted you and ate you out so good you came just from the tip? it was that good, huh."

you're so irritated by that damn smile on his face and his smug voice, but you can't deny it.

your parents went on a day trip and with your sister off at college, and cove's dad at the shop… it was too perfect to not have cove over.

and yeah, maybe you think about that day a lot but what does he know?

you go to bite back, you don't even know what you could say since he already exposed and roasted you with one comment.

but that dies on your tongue before the words can even come to you, cove's pace on your sex picking up, wanting you to finish first.

"that's it… just cum for me." cove groans, babbling a bit since you're not listening, one of your hands holding his scared forearm for support, your fingers and hole quivering as you near your end.

you hiss out his name, your legs shaking and if it wasn't for cove holding you up, you would fall into the sand.

cove groans, finishing soon after you, his fingers holding onto your waist tightly.

you both enjoy the afterglow for a bit before cove removes himself from your sweaty body, carefully pulling himself out from your hole.

cove kindly helps you get dressed, pulling your bottoms up your quivering legs.

but not before stuffing your vibrator back inside you and giving your butt a couple nice smacks with his fingers.

you scold him but he just laughs, stealing a kiss before he starts to part. "want me to drive you home?"

your eyes switch between his lips and his eyes before you shake your head. "gotta get back to liz an-"

"there you are!"

you both startle, whipping around to see your cousin running towards you, her and liz locked arm and arm. derek trails behind them, chatting animatedly with terri.

they're giggling, a bit tipsy. well, maybe more than a bit…

"what're you doing here?" lee asks in a sing-song voice, almost knowing. but you roll your eyes, she's more drunk than anything.

"nothing. cove was just wondering if i needed help pulling you off that poor guy you were latched onto earlier." you smirk, joking with your cousin.

"hey! jokes on you, i got his number!" lee announces triumphantly.

terri throws her arm around you and cove, startling you both again. "hey! let's stop and get burgers- liz's treat!"

"hey, why do i have to pay?"

terri laughs, dragging you and cove to the car with her hands locked with yours and cove's, swinging together. "cause you're the oldest, duh!"

cove goes to the kitchen, rubbing his hair with a towel.

he mindlessly floats about the kitchen, snagging a bit of everything his dad made.

he's humming happily, pouring a nice glass of juice in his favorite glass and turns with his winnings in hand.

"mm- oh!" cove startles, almost dropping his plate.

his dad was standing behind him, a stern look on his face and arms tightly folded. cove doesn't miss his fingers flexing and gripping his bicep.

"uh.. dad?"

"cove. what are those marks on your back." it's not a question, per say.. he knows what they are. he's just seeing if cove knows.

he swallows, cursing his carelessness that costed you get revenge.

"um.. dad, wait. i- i can explain?" cove shrugs, his lip curling up awkwardly. there is no explaining this away…

before either of them can say something, cove's phone beeps from its place on the counter, finally charged up.

both of them look at the phone and cove gulps, instinctively looking at his dad for his reaction…

Y/N: yesterday 6:37pm *see attachment* find me beforehand for the remote 💋

Y/N: today 1:49am *see attachment* i guess you can have your privileges back. cya soon holden;)

oh yeah.. you're both fucked.

[myseungsunglove]

The Way You Make Me Feel | Ksm

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x afab!reader

Warnings: a bit of set up plot then just good ole smutty, smut (warnings below the cut),

Word Count: 2.5k - this one definitely got away from me.

𖠫Summary: While getting obviously turned on watching Seungmin perform for the comeback, he notices your reaction while on stage. After the performances are finished, he drags you to a small room, his large hands eager to touch your body. With the promise that if you’re quiet the reward later will be even greater than what he is currently offering, you try your damndest to be the quietest you can while experiencing pure bliss. And with Seungmin’s long, slender fingers, it’s a task that proves much harder than you could have possibly imagined.

✎WIP✎: Trying to gather some ideas. This story will very likely contain two parts. Honestly this is pretty mild compared to what I wrote 4/5 years ago. Hopefully you enjoy it nonetheless. It’s been a minute, so play okay nice?

Your feedback is GREATLY appreciated.

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「© July 14, 2023 by myseungsunglove」

✘MDNI✘

Msic. Warnings: mildly dom!seungmin, fingering, dirty talk if you squint, language

Kim Seugnmin has always been a very confident man. That was one of the many things that attracted you to him. It was a quiet confidence. It was all in the way he held himself and spoke. He was never overtly cocky, but the way he spoke and carried himself gave the impression of a man who knew his worth and wasn’t afraid to go after what he wanted.

This comeback had increased his confidence tenfold. The way your boyfriend was blossoming in front of you was a thing of beauty. He had come to life in ways you couldn’t have scripted. This was clearly a comeback concept that was meant for him and thrive he did.

You first noticed the shift in his stage presence, in particular the MusicCore performance. You were waiting in your usual spot after having departed from the waiting room with the boys. When Seungmin stepped on stage to take his position for the filming of the fancam, his eyes fell on you and a sly smirk appeared on his face. You swallowed hard and he noticed. He gave you a discreet wink, licking his soft, pink lips in the process. This man was going to be the death of you. He took his spot on stage, his left hand in his front pocket, his gaze now focused as he waited for the music to cue.

The moment you heard the whistle, the boys were moving into their first positions. Your eyes were locked on your boyfriend. As he stepped into his first move, his hands coming together in front of him, mic in hand, head cocking to the left, you thought you might lose it there. The veins in his hand were prominent from where you stood and the way his light washed jeans fit, the holes in the knees accentuating the fact that he had been gaining muscle there, made you unconsciously shift on your feet, pressing your thighs together and biting your bottom lip.

The song had begun, Seungmin starting powerfully.

“Full of odd things, never changes, A bustling street”

His eyes met yours again as he danced into position, his shoulders swaying back in a tantalizing way, so much so that you almost missed the movement of his hips. Almost. On the drop of the beat, he locked eyes with you before turning quickly to his right, his head coming back to the front with the move. Your eyes met once more, but this time there was a smirk on his face. Barely perceptible, but there. You couldn’t help but run your hands over your face and through your hair, his glance enough to send tingles down your spine. He had caught you losing your shit over him and the performance had barely begun.

He continued through the performance with a confidence you couldn’t quite remember him possessing. When his voice rang out on the pre chorus, a smile spread across your lips. You were so proud of him and all of his hard work was really paying off.

You were overwhelmed with everything about this performance. Seungmin was really coming into himself as a performer and you couldn’t have found that more attractive if you tried.

“I’m up above the world so high. I’ll be there shining day and night. They wonder how my spotlight is so bright, ” Seungmin sang, bending over as he belt out his notes. God he was so attractive at that moment. It was a good thing you had some restraint and self preservation because you wanted to show just how weak he was making you right there in front of god and everyone, but you did not.

He noticed you again on his last line of the song, a look of absolute lust plastered on your face. “We’re special.”

As he moved into the dance break, it was if he was made to be front and center. His movements were intense and purposeful, his connection with the audience otherworldly. You loved Seungmin with every fiber of your being at that moment. He finished the dance strong, that quiet confidence becoming a little more loud in that moment.

His eyes locked with yours one last time and it was in that moment you knew he had seen your physical reactions to his performance. His intense stare told you he had every intent of acting on that knowledge when he had the opportunity. It sent a pleasurable tingle down your spine just thinking about what he might have in store for you.

“I’ll see you backstage,” you mouthed to him quietly, a small smirk and a wink accompanying the statement. You weren’t sure where your own bravado was coming from, but you were certain you were feeding off the energy Seungmin was exuding.

That seemed to snap him back to reality as he took in a deep breath, one he had been holding, and looked up and away from you, the sound of the crowd hitting him for the first time. You glanced back at him briefly to see him stand on his tiptoes to watch you disappear backstage. You stopped to monitor the end of the performance and noticed he was glistening, sweat dripping down his neck and face. He was taking in the crowd, the most beautiful smile on his face that you had witnessed in a long time. He was always so incredibly happy on stage and nothing in the world made you happier than seeing that. It was enough to almost take your mind off how he had made you feel during his performance.

As if reading your mind, suddenly Seungmin was right behind you, his body heat pressed against as you stood in front of the monitor.

“I saw you,” he whispered in your ear, his low voice rumbling through you as his hand landed firmly on your hip. He pulled you back into him, and it was then you felt his hard length pressed against you, his lips barely grazing the soft spot behind your ear before his staff was immediately there, handing him his fan and dabbing the sweat from his face. He pulled away from you quickly and mumbled thank yous to them and monitored his performance on screen from behind you. It was the last recording of the day and then they would wait for the fan meet that would take place shortly after.

The directors called wrap for the day, dismissing the boys and immediately Seungmin’s fingers laced with yours, pulling you away from everyone else and down a long corridor.

“Babe, where are we going?” you questioned as he moved through the halls with the same confidence he had on stage. Another shiver ran down your spine at the thought.

At that moment the two of you had reached a door, his hand grabbing the handle and pushing it open. You stepped into a small, dark, empty room, a small window in the upper corner giving off a miniscule amount of light. Seungmin looked around quickly, seemingly satisfied with where you were and turn around swiftly, his hand landing on the handle behind you, clicking the lock. He pressed his body against yours then, pinning you against the door, his lips hovering sheer millimeters from yours, his breath fanning across your lips. You moved to meet him in a kiss when you were surprised by him speaking instead.

“You liked that performance, didn’t you baby,” he smirked, his hands on your hips, his fingers playing with the bottom of your shirt, moving it away so he could graze the skin of your stomach. The moment his fingers found your skin, you gasped softly and arched into him.

“Seung,” you breathed, as his hand roamed under your shirt, only to quickly move downward and begin unbuttoning your shorts,his right hand slipping inside your underwear, his lips pressing firm kisses along your jawline, stopping to hover over your ear. His hand was gently cupping your mound, but not moving.

“I asked you a question, baby,” he whispered, and you were so distracted by his unmoving hand, your brain couldn’t recall the question if your life had depended on it.

He gently bit your ear, your body responding immediately, arching into him, an involuntary moan escaping you. His free hand quickly covering your mouth, he pulled away from his ministrations, his eyes meeting yours. His pupils were blown with lust.

“Now, if you don’t make another sound, I’ll really reward you when we get home, jagiya,” he teased and before you could so much as process his words, his lips were on yours, his wet tongue pushing into your mouth. His taste overwhelmed you, your knees buckling slightly as you slumped against the door. As you slipped, you were reminded of his hand pressed firmly against you.

A slender finger ran the length of your folds, a second one joining it to spread your pussy lips moving toward your aching, empty hole. Immediately his finger was covered in your slick as he prodded your entry, teasing you.

“Damn,” he growled as his middle finger, long and hard, slipped into your tight hole. “My dancing really got you this worked up?” he asked, pumping his finger into you slowly several times before a second one joined, causing you to arch into him once more.

“God yes,” you whispered desperately, and suddenly his free hand was on your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure, his fingers inside you stopping briefly.

“Remember, quiet girls get rewarded later,” he growled, squeezing your neck slightly causing you to tilt your head against the door. His lips found yours again, his fingers moving inside of you once more. As his tongue tangled with yours, his hand around your neck didn’t move, but his grip lightened slightly as he got lost in the work of his mouth and fingers.

He was pressing hard into you with two fingers now, the noises your cunt made ungodly to say the least. Then he found that sweet spot inside of you, and a tear slipped out of the corner of your eye, a moan reverberating against Seungmin’s lips.

He pulled away from your lips then, his hand moving away from your throat as well as he concentrated on pumping his fingers into you. You couldn’t help but meet his movement, bucking against his hand as it moved against you, your hands holding onto his broad shoulders as if your life depended on it, your face buried in his neck, mouth slightly ajar from the pleasure. He pulled away from you then, his eyes meeting yours, a hard lust filled look on his face and he whispered, “I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum, baby.”

The coil in your abdomen was already tightening. His thumb found your clit and pressed in hard as he circled in relentlessly, more tears spilling from your eyes and the pressure slowly became overwhelming. He kissed you hard and pulled away again.

“Let go,” he commanded, and the coil snapped without warning, your vision going white, causing your body to shake violently against Seungmin’s hands, your thighs squeezing together as his long fingers continued their work in and out of you, pushing you through your blinding orgasm.

His eyes watched you intently, a smirk spreading across his face. Just as you felt your orgasm ending, Seungmin renewed his efforts, pumping hard and fast into you. The sounds your wet cunt made lewd and wet, You gasped, the breath punching from your lungs as his thumb pressed hard against your clit once more, another orgasm tearing through you without, this one harder than the first and completely unexpected. Your mouth was open, a silent cry frozen in your throat, but your brain was so on fire, you didn’t think you could utter a word if you tried, the fog settling over you as Seungmin gently pulled his fingers from you, sopping wet from your pleasure. You barely registered him sucking his two fingers into his mouth, your high so overwhelming, but when he spoke again, you were brought back to reality.

“God, you taste so fucking good. Maybe I should eat you out before we go,” he teased, pulling his finger from his mouth with a pop, his eyes bright and mischievous. He jokingly moved to get on his knees, but you had enough awareness to grip his firm shoulders and haul him back to his feet.

“I can’t,” you whimpered and he chuckled at that.

“You could,” he disagreed, “But, I don’t think we have the time,” he lamented, his lips finding yours again, this time in a soft and gentle kiss.

“You’re amazing,” you whispered against his lips.

“I know,” he responded confidently. And there it was again, that confidence. You couldn’t help the clench of your walls around nothing at his words. This heightened sense of confidence really did a number on you.

“Fuck. Your hands. Fingers. Gifts from the gods. No other explanation,” you managed. “And this confidence, both with me and on stage,” you looked into his eyes, your lips finding his in a kiss once more. “I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life,” you admitted.

“Just wait until we get home,” he promised, kissing you quickly and pulling his body away from yours for the first time since you stepped into the small room.

You stepped toward him, your hand reaching for the obvious bulge in his jeans and squeezing firmly, causing Seungmin to still, his head thrown back in a moan.

“Now let me take care of this,” you smiled, squeezing him hard through his jeans. Just then a sound from the hall echoed around you.

“Kim Seungmin! Where the fuck are you?”

Seungmin’s forehead fell forward against yours, a low frustrated chuckle emanating from him. “Fuck you, Chan,” he groaned.

“I mean, I’d rather you fuck me but…” you teased.

“We’re out of time,” you both lamented at the same time. This caused you both to chuckle heartily. His hands came to the side of your face, kissing you slowly once more before a banging on the door jolted you back to reality.

“I know you’re in there,” Bang Chan said. “I heard y/n’s laugh. It’s hard to miss,” he added, but you could hear the smirk in his voice despite the obvious irritation at the two of you disappearing. “Wrap it the fuck up, you’ve gotta get prepped for our outdoor meet, you menace.” Chan hit the door one last time and then you heard him walk away.

“Guess our fun is done for now, jaigiya,” Seungmin groaned. He helped you put yourself back together and took your hand in his. “Let’s find a bathroom and then we can head to the waiting room.” He reached for the door, opening it and stepping out into the hall, pulling you behind him. You grabbed the arm of the hand you were holding, walking closely as you headed down.

“Might want to prepare yourself for later,” he teased, stopping in front of the restroom, his lips finding yours in a chaste kiss. “You’re not gonna know what hit you with the reward you’ve got coming.”

With that promise, he stepped into the bathroom and your shivers renewed with expectation of what that night would hold.

[sitkowski]

late night devil, put your hands on me ( vinny mauro x oc )

pairing: vinny mauro x oc, vinny mauro x chris motionless cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ asks and assignments, subby vin x dominant oc, also contains chris x vinny, open relationships, sexting (sending explicit pictures), exhibitionism, edging, marking/biting, masturbation, dry humping, orgasm denial, face slapping, unprotected vaginal sex, come marking, mommy kink, daddy kink mention. word count: 3.1k author's note: week two of friends in sin, a day late. this one was a last minute change in plans. title comes from "teeth" by 5 seconds of summer. divider by @saradika-graphics ✨

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Find somewhere quiet. You have ten minutes. Do not come.

Vinny almost regrets checking his notifications while they’re out to lunch before the show that night. The sound itself has become Pavlovian, the little chime coming from his phone that always seems to come at the most random times and he gets hard hearing it. But that’s the whole point. It’s what he agreed to before he left for tour. Half the time, he’s around people when he gets them, and she knows that. It’s why she does it. Like now, when he has to mumble an excuse to everyone and find the nearest bathroom. No one is really paying him any attention, but he can’t help but think about it as he walks away from the table, if anyone knows what she tells him to do. He likes that more than he probably should.

The bathroom door doesn’t have a lock, but there are stalls and he checks that the bathroom is empty before he goes into one and latches the door behind him. She didn’t specify when the ten minutes started, but he’s assuming that it’s from the time she sent the text. Slumping against the door, he sits his phone down on top of the toilet paper holder and immediately starts undoing his jeans. Even if he doesn’t get to come, he doesn’t have time to waste. He shoves his pants and boxers down around his thighs, listening for anything but the sound of the air conditioning humming through the ceiling and the upbeat pop music playing out in the diner filtering in through the speakers. It’s quiet except for that.

He thumbs at the head of his cock, spreads precome around, and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to muffle the satisfied sigh crawling up out of his throat. When he strokes himself, the sound is loud in the small space, and it’s too dry. He lets out a frustrated noise and brings his palm up to his mouth, spitting once, then again. Dragging his hand down his shaft the second time feels better, and his toes curl in his sneakers as he starts to fist himself again.

It’s been two weeks since she let him come, and she’s got him sneaking off to random places to jack off with no release at least every other day. Vinny keeps track, as if he could forget. He’s amazed at his own control, honestly. But he knows that if he breaks the rules, he doesn’t get his reward when he gets home. And he’s got dozens of images running through his mind of what that reward is going to be, because she never tells him, not until he’s fully earned it. He strokes himself faster, curling over himself.

The bathroom door opens and Vinny goes still. His heart is thudding in his chest and he brings a hand up over his mouth, but he doesn’t stop.

“You get lost, Vin?” Justin’s voice bounces off the walls.

Vinny thunks his head against the door, and then realizes how loud that is. When he looks down, he sees his still hard. “Uh yeah, I’ll be out in—a few minutes?”

As if on cue, his phone chimes with another message, and he takes his hand off his dick like he’s been caught. Justin’s laughing on the other side of the door.

“Oh. It’s like that then.”

“Fuck off, respectfully.”

He hears Justin leave, and he peers through the crack in the door just to be sure the bathroom is empty again. Instead of going back to what he was doing, he picks up his phone to check the notification.

Your time is up. Where’s my proof you’re still hard?

Vinny doesn’t think there’s any tasteful way to take a dick pic in this diner bathroom in the middle of Texas, but he does his best. She only wants to see that he’s still hard anyway, and that much is blatantly obvious no matter what the picture looks like. He sends it along, and waits for his cock to soften enough for him to be able to fix his clothes.

She sends back a heart emoji in response, a sign that he did exactly what she wanted him to do.

Find Chris. He knows what I want from you.

They’ve never dragged the others into this, but there’s a first time for everything. He knows what to say if he wants to opt out of any task, he hasn’t needed to yet. And he knows she’s just playing on the fact that Vinny has always thought Chris was pretty. It’s a solid choice. He doesn’t even know what she wants Chris to do to him yet, but he’s already feeling anticipation curling in his gut as he wanders down the bus galley towards the back lounge.

Chris is sitting on one of the couches, and Vinny barely steps inside before he stops him. “Close the door.”

Whatever’s going to happen warrants a closed door. He pushes it shut and waits, trying to wrack his brain for what this could be. He knows his rules, but he also knows there’s so much that can be done without breaking those rules.

“Come over here,” Chris pats his knee. “Come sit on daddy’s lap.”

Vinny narrows his eyes at him, not moving right away. “She ratted me out.”

“Oh, big time. Come on, don’t make me tell you twice, Vin.”

He leans back into the sofa and Vinny shuffles over. Instead of sitting on his knee, he just straddles him because if they’re gonna do this, they’re gonna do it his way. At least some of it. Chris watches him with an amused expression, not saying anything at first. It’s starting to make Vinny nervous.

“I’m not allowed to, like, come or anything, you know that right?”

“Yep, she told me.” Chris reaches up and winds locks of Vinny’s hair around his finger, letting the curl bounce once he lets it go. “She just wants to see you marked up a little, and you can’t do that to yourself, can you?”

“I mean, there was that one time with the vacuum hose when I was a kid.”

Chris gives him an amused look, “I won’t ask what else you did with the vacuum hose.”

Vinny feels himself blushing under his gaze. He squirms a little on his lap, and Chris grabs onto his hips. He’s getting hard beneath him, and Vinny’s mouth falls open a little.

“So what’s the plan here? I let you play vampire on my neck and you send her pictures?”

“Basically, yeah. But you gotta walk around the rest of the tour with them. Everyone’s gonna see them.”

So that’s what it’s about. Not only getting to see visual proof of him being all marked up, but everyone else seeing it too. He’ll be wearing those marks back home. The thought of it makes him a little giddy. Reaching back, he tugs off his hoodie and t-shirt, tossing them both aside. He figures easy access is the best option. 

Chris wraps a hand around the back of Vinny’s neck, rising up to meet his mouth. Vinny, predictably, whines into the kiss. It’s been weeks since anyone else has touched him. He fists his hands in the front of Chris’ shirt and tries to get him closer, as if that were possible. Chris laughs, nipping at Vinny’s bottom lip.

“She said you’d be eager for it.”

“You’re the one who agreed to it.”

Chris gives his hair a yank, tugging his head back to expose his throat. “Are you kidding? Of course I did. Just be lucky, if not me, she was gonna ask Ryan. And he’s mean.”

That’s not a visual that Vinny needs in his head right now. Instead he’s got Chris mouthing at his throat, scraping the edge of his jaw with his teeth. Vinny uses it to his advantage, rutting shamelessly against him, and this time he doesn’t try to stop him. When Chris finally digs his teeth into his neck, his grip tightens on Vinny’s hair and his other hand presses into his lower back. Vinny gasps and whimpers, and breathes through the feeling.

Chris switches sides and bites him again, sinking his teeth in a little harder this time. Over and over until Vinny’s neck starts to feel like it’s on fire. He keeps his hands on Chris’ chest as he grinds down on him, and finally Chris yanks him down and holds him there, a stifled whine escaping him. Vinny’s so hard in his shorts he’s sure he’s going to lose it without the permission to do so. But Chris removes his teeth from his throat and gives Vinny a gentle shove off of his lap.

“Fucking vampire,” he mutters, reaching up and hissing when he touches his neck. “It feels like one big bruise.”

Chris takes his chin, turning his head this way and that. “It’s gonna look like one too. Lucky you paint your neck for shows, huh?”

Vinny sighs and lets his head fall back on the couch, once again willing his hard on away. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Chris watching him with an amused smile, and he flaps a hand at him. “Don’t you need to go change your pants or something? Come back and take the picture later.”

“You were really good for me, don’t start being a brat now.”

He pats Vinny on the top of his head and leaves the lounge. Vinny prods at his neck again, pressing his fingers into the marks. An involuntary moan slips out, and he pulls his hand away quickly, shoving them both beneath his thighs. By the time Chris finally takes the pictures for Vinny to send, his neck throbs and he knows it’s going to look ten times worse the next day. He’ll send her a picture of that too.

His nerves are frayed by the time the tour ends and he can finally go home. Once he’s inside his apartment, he literally drops his luggage in the foyer and leaves a trail of clothes on the way to the bathroom so he can take a long, hot shower. He doesn’t even care if the sheets are clean or not when he falls into bed after, only drying off haphazardly. But he doesn’t have to set an alarm, he doesn't have to get up and be anywhere. It doesn’t even matter that it’s the middle of the day, he’s gonna sprawl out in his bed and sleep.

When he wakes up an indeterminate time later, it takes Vinny a few minutes to realize he isn’t alone in the bed. But he feels the warmth of a body pressed into his, and fingers carding through his hair. Rolling over feels like a struggle, but he does. Ophelia’s next to him, right where he thought she’d be, and she gives him a soft smile.

“Sorry,” he says. “I should have texted when I got home—”

“It’s fine. I knew you’d crash out when you got here.”

He hums in agreement, snuggling into her. Ophelia lets out a breathless little laugh, petting her fingers into his hair and pulling it a little. Vinny gasps, she hasn’t even really touched him yet and he’s already getting hard. He hopes she’s going to give him whatever reward he earned throughout the tour, but at this point, he’s just happy that she’s here.

Giving him a coy look, she reaches down beneath the blankets, wriggling around a bit until she drops her shorts and underwear over the side of the bed.

“Can I eat you out?” he blurts out, unable to help it.

“No,” she shakes her head. Disappointment courses through him, it’s all he really wants right now. “Don’t pout at me, Vin. Here.”

Ophelia grabs his hand and guides it between her thighs. She doesn’t let go, instead keeping a hold of his wrist as he eases two fingers into her. She’s not as wet as she could be, and he goes slow. Listens as she lets out a soft sigh and moves his hand how she wants it. When she slides a finger inside in between his, he’s the one who gasps.

“Did you miss this?” she asks.

“Yes, yeah.”

She grabs onto his face with her free hand, squeezing his cheeks between her fingers. The pinch is familiar, and very welcomed. He knows he’s leaking against her thigh, just like she’s getting wetter as he drags his fingers in and out of her. “Yes what?”

“Yes, mommy.” 

His words come out garbled, but she still nods in approval. Ophelia lets go of his wrist, bringing her hand up and rubbing her fingers over his pinched mouth. He resists the urge to lick his lips. “Don’t start forgetting things when you’re about to get your reward, honey. You were so good for me while you were away. You want your reward, don’t you?”

“Yes, mommy.” he says, more coherently this time. 

She releases his face, only to press her fingers into the marks on his throat. The bruises are still dark, yellowing around the edges. She doesn’t even have to tell him what he should be doing, as he twists his fingers inside of her faster and rubs frenzied circles over her clit with his thumb. Ophelia fists a hand in his hair and drags his mouth down to hers, panting into the kiss as she rocks up against his hand. Impatiently, she manages to get out of the rest of her clothes.

He doesn’t ask her for anything more than she’s willing to give him, and when Ophelia’s thighs clamp down on his hand and she clenches around his fingers, he thinks that’s it, that’s all he’ll get for now. It wouldn’t be the first time. Vinny grows bold, free hand cupping one of her breasts. Before she can stop him, he dips his head down to pull one of her nipples between his teeth. He bites down, just a little.

“Ah, no,” the slap to his cheek is a surprise, and he jerks his head back with a whine. “Don’t get greedy.”

“Sorry, mommy,” he murmurs, trying to look innocent even though he knows she doesn’t buy it for a second. He ruts against her thigh, unable to help himself. “Am I allowed to come?”

“Not yet. Come here, up here.”

Vinny shuffles up on his knees, pushing the covers away as Ophelia draped her thighs over his. She reaches down between them, wrapping her fingers around his cock and guiding it inside of her. He grits his teeth, grabbing on her hips in a grip that is probably too hard, but she doesn’t chastise him for it.

“Go slow.” she instructs, and Vinny bites down on his tongue.

But he does what he’s told, pulling almost all the way back out and then he uses his hold on her hips to yank her back onto his cock, slowly. She lets out an approving moan, head rolling back into the pillows as he moves inside of her. He’s spent weeks torturing himself for this, to get to feel her clenching down on him, the way she’s looking up at him from beneath her lashes as she curls her hands around his wrists for leverage.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yeah,” she gasps out, knees digging into his ribs as she rises up to meet each thrust. “Come closer, come closer to me, Vin.”

He wraps his hands beneath her shoulders and pulls her up until she’s straddling his lap. She lets out a breathless laugh, wrapping her arms around him. She moves greedily, setting the pace herself now, faster but still not enough. Vinny is going to lose his mind. Instead he digs his fingers into her ass and holds on.

“Like this?” he asks, leaning in to mouth at the sweaty line of her throat.

She nods rapidly, “Yeah, like this, Vin.”

“Just want you to feel good, mommy,” he murmurs, and she pulls back enough to press her forehead into his. “Maybe you’d feel better moving a little more?”

“Are you trying to get me to fuck you harder? You think you deserve that?”

“Oph—”

She smacks him again, and he apologizes quickly, burying his face between her breasts and clinging to her. Her hands fist in his hair and she does move faster, grinding down on him harder. Somehow, she makes it feel like a punishment. He can’t breathe, can’t think. He feels like he’s going to die and he’d happily accept it right now if that meant he got to come finally.

“Wait wait wait,” he gasps out, “I’m close.”

“Not inside me, don’t you dare,” she hisses out and he blinks up at her to see that she’s smiling at him.

“Where—”

“What did I tell you before you left for tour, if you did everything I asked of you?”

He tries to remember, but it’s a little hard to do so—every pun intended—while he’s right on the edge and she’s holding him inside of her the way that she is. She said a lot of things to him before the tour, gave him a list of things she’d be tasking him with over the course of the weeks he was gone. Before he can ask her to tell him, she’s lifting herself off of him, laying back on the mattress and crooking a finger at him.

And then it clicks in his brain. He crawls over her, up until he’s straddling her torso. She doesn’t let him do it himself, instead, wrapping a delicate fist around his cock and dragging it up slowly. Ophelia keeps up the teasing, moving so slowly that he’s contemplating begging. She digs her thumb into the slit and he cries out, nearly folding over her and just barely managing to keep himself up on his knees above her.

“You know what I want, Vin, don’t you?”

“Yes, mommy, yeah. I will, I promise, I just…” he trails off, cursing as his hips twitch with each stroke of her hand. He digs his fingers into his own thighs, squeezing his eyes shut. “Please!”

“You can come whenever you want, honey, I’m not stopping you.”

It’s all the permission he needs to spill across her hand and her breasts. It feels like it goes on forever, until he’s left shaking above her while she strokes him through the aftershocks, until he’s got to gently pull her hand away. When he looks down at her, she’s tracing her fingers through the mess on her skin, and he groans, slumping down on the bed beside her.

“Hey!” Ophelia reaches over and smacks his hip. “This isn’t gonna clean itself up, you know?”

Vinny doesn’t think about it, he just rolls over and drags his tongue over her breasts. He hears her gasp of surprise above him, and smiles against her skin.

“I meant a bath, or a towel.”

“Sorry…mommy,” he laughs and she rolls her eyes at him, pulling him up for a kiss.

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Requests are allowed right? If so I like to request at least 1 wholesome I guess… please

Yandere game show host x winning contestant reader

(Naming the host jack)

I have tried and failed to write this for few days, THE STRUGGLE

I have never watched a game show, bear with me, I made the yandere male by accident do forgive me I will watch brother bear as a reward for writing this, I hope you will like it Yandere male game show host x gn winning contestant reader

There are no warnings needed this is pretty chill.

Requests are open

You can’t believe you are doing this.

Game shows were not really your thing actually, but your life was missing something. A little bit of excitement and maybe love. It sounds embarrassing, and maybe it is but you don’t really care.

The theme was a slasher movie, but that didn’t tell you much really.

You even met the host, Jack, and you two talked for hours. Jack being Jck didn’t give you a lot of spoilers because “It would ruin the surprise”. Man, all you wanted was to mentally get ready for what’s about to come really. When you voiced out your worries, Jack hugged you and told you that everything will be fine and he will make sure nothing happens to you. It made you feel better, you smiled and hugged him back. Man you miss him. You look in the mirror, they took the theme seriously, you look like you just crawled out of the 80s. You liked the golf sweater especially, no one will notice if you happen to ‘borrow’ it. The turquoise, green and purple mixed really nicely and the material wasn’t itchy. To go with that you had bell pants.  When you made sure everything was in place you headed to the door that would lead you to where the game would be taking place. It was still quite empty, it wasn’t surprising since there were still a few minutes of free time left, so like a good person you were. You decided to check the place out.

It was a singular room, black and small. It surprised you honestly. How would you all be able to even do anything here? Then you noticed the door, damn you curiosity, you are sure as hell going in. The door led you through a long corridor and when you finally got to the end of it, no surprise, you saw another door. It somehow felt like this whole corridor was sentient and made you want to consider your choices but curiosity once again won and you opened the door and ended up outside. It was nighttime, and the only source of light was the full moon. Talk about the atmosphere, you continued onward, at this point you are starting to think that you might have wandered off the set. Checking the watch to make sure you still had time to go back you looked around, you couldn’t see the building, nor the door. You were surrounded by the forest and night. It was eerie and almost calming. For a moment you felt like the world stood still, well that was before a rustle came from behind you. Oh hell nah, you aren’t checking it out, you think before walking in the direction from which the sound came from. That’s called being a hypocrite. When you finally go close enough you are pretty sure you saw a person looming in the shadows of the trees. Man is that a knife? Oh holy shit it’s a machete. That had you worried for a second. Wait, a machete? Your smirk fell as the person raised it in the air. Ah man is that the part you die in? You turn around and start running in the direction you were going previously. The person behind you ran after you. At least he is not fucking around. You try your best to lose him and after a while you did. You also almost ran into a lamp, but that’s besides the point. You even found a small cabin and when you got into it you saw 5 other people sitting in a circle looking at you like you were crazy. You were sweaty, trying to catch your breath, pointing in the direction of the woods. “We know, congrats on getting away” someone said, you looked in the direction of the voice to see a young man, with that black outfit he just blended into the darkness. One of the people in the circle actually made an effort and got up to hug you, you didn’t have energy to hug her back. “Yeah, congrats on winning the first round or well two, haha.” she smiled apologetically. “I’m guessing you didn’t expect the chase, give me a sec I will grab a sleeping bag for you. You thanked her, you sat on the ground since your legs refused to stand any longer, someone even joined you and a familiar scent of perfume hit your noise. “Jack..?” “Sup, be quieter please” “You shouldn’t be here” You whisper yelled at him. He only chuckled at that.

“I found a cool spot you wanna see?” he asked, but then dragged you away anyway. You didn’t even have a chance to respond to him.

Soon you found yourself outside, Jack dragging you away from the cabin until you found a clearing. “Here you can lay on the grass” He let go of your hand and laid on the patch of short grass and patted the spot next to him. You did the same. “What the fuck dude”  you groaned.

“I know right? He is terrifying” “You shouldn’t even be here you are the motherfucking hooost, what have you gotten me into??” “A game show- Ow” You kicked him.

“Why the fuck are you in here and why did you drag me HERE” “Because this is the dead spot, plus I wanted to talk to you”

“Sure you did”  You stare at the sky, eyes slowly focusing on the dark. You are finally, once again, met with the beauty that comes during night. You are even able to see stars.

“Sorry for the scare y/n, but hey you will be seeing more of me” he hummed

“How so?”

“Well, you told me how scared you were so I will come by now and then to make sure you are okay and well, oh and congrats on winning the rounds by the way, I knew you could do it”

“Thanks, I almost pissed myself”

He cackled and you joined in,

“Dead spot?”

“Yeah, the hunter won’t come here and there is no cameras, you can chill here if everything gets overwhelming”

“Thanks Jack, after this is over I am beating you up”

“I hope so”

[operation-steal-chans-laptop]

Hey its me, the changbin anon from earlier,

Presenting to you today, needy! Reader with chan who's just totally amused by how absolutely compliant you're being today but would it really be daddy chris if he doesn't take complete advantage of you being such a good little girl for him and give you the best treatment his little one deserves?

Channie who wasn't really surprised when you popped into the study where he was going over some of the concept details for the new comeback that he got from the company earlier that week, and gladly beckons you over onto his lap( it being established that it was your favourite place to sit, after a a long time of proving you wrong about how you won't crush him under your weight)

Channie who just laughed a little at how adorable you were being when you got onto his lap and straddled him with your arms around his torso, curling up against him like a little kitten and he didn't think anything of it apart from you feeling cuddly since it had been a few hours since dinner and you probably just needed some good old tlc and fall asleep.

Channie who was proven wrong within the next 5 minutes because a little after he went back to work with you in his arms and with one arm rubbing your back to get you sleep, you'd silently started moving your hips slowly and aimlessly, still a bit drowsy from the sleepiness. Your whines against his chest alarmed him for a fraction of a second, when realization hit him almost immediately, and he lets you do your thing, letting you rile yourself up on your own till you actually ask him like he's taught you to use your words for him, you're a good girl anyway aren't you?

Channie who grabs hold of your cheek in his left palm and caresses across it while you rest your face in his big palm, doe eyes looking up at him with pleas shooting out of them, but you both know he won't do anything at all until you ask him, no matter how frustated and horny you are.

Channie who almost loses all control when a small "daddy.." leaves your lips. But he has to maintain his composure to ask you back "yes princess? What is it?"

Channie who coos at you when your voice is so tiny that he almost misses you when you say "want you daddy..." but all he does is ask you to work yourself for it a little bit more, you can grind on his lap for a few more minutes till he just finishes off with a concept details and then he'll give you what you want.

Channie who's so proud of his clingy little baby who's riling herself up more for him for he can feel her getting wetter against the tent in his own basketball shorts, and decides its time he gives you a reward for being so obedient, and shifts you onto his right thigh, like you weigh nothing, and the way your eyes widen gives it away how much you like it.

Chris who makes you look into his eyes and tells you how good you've been for him but,

"Daddy's so tired today baby, he's been working so hard. Why don't you use his thigh for yourself and give daddy a little show? You know I'll always treat you good later hm? Shirt up babygirl, let me see those tits bounce for me"

"Your tiny hands can't even grab onto me properly baby, make those tits feel good for me baby, daddy won't let you fall okay? Good girl"

~

I'm a monster....

And yeah, erm, 💌 this emote would be great?

Have a good day..

Yes.

I’m actually speechless, like for real. Everything about this is 100% chan!!!!!! The sweetness and the love laced in the with it all???? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH chan is so daddy

Thank you so so so so so so much <3

(please tell me you’re a writer on here)

[greenerteacups]

have a few questions for u! i loved your latest chapter, i believe it’s my favourite one to date together with the yule ball special :)

01. since u’re writing a (very intense) re-write of book 1 to 7 canon, how happy/sad were you about draco’s arc in the books and films? it always bugged me that him and the slytherins didn’t get to shine that much in both aspects, and that’s why we never really got to appreciate them a lot when the books and films came out. would love to hear your take on this!

02. not sure if this has been asked before, but what thing/s inspired you to write lionheart? i recall reading it was because of your love for to all the young dudes, but i’d love to hear you talk about this more

03. if j* r****** weren’t as awful a person as she was (and so terribly closed minded too) do you think there would have been a way for draco and hermione to be together in canon, or at least be some level of friends, if not together romantically?

04. i’m a narcissa black-malfoy apologist and stan, and can i just say, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for writing her in such a beautiful and heartbreaking way. i cannot wait to see how you write her arc in books 5-7.

05. an absolute, absolute shot in the dark - but since friday’s last update was sort of a cliff hanger - would you be open to a double update or an earlier than usual update this week? we aren’t entitled to anything but i swear to you, i was biting my nails and at the edge of my seat fr the minute i ran to the friday update. draco and sirius’s conversation was too real and too beautiful i sobbed so much.

i love you!!! may the universe bless you with all the good karma (is my boyfriend, is a god, is the breeze in my hair on the weekend)!!!

hello! thank you for all the questions, wow!! will probably answer some in separate posts because tumblr usually censors my craft glitches out when i write long asks BUT

how happy/sad were you about draco’s arc in the books and films?

[looks at 400,000 words of AU fic about draco's arc] oh yeah i feel normal and care a regular amount about it

Man, it makes me sad. It makes me sad that almost all the Death Eaters are also children of Death Eaters, establishing this as a familial cycle of violence and hatred, and that's just... left to sit there in the narrative, implicating.

Draco’s arc in particular is a flat downward descent from schoolyard bully into a fascist death cult, and it’s bleak as fuck. like, if these books are written from Draco’s POV, it is some gruesome and deeply cynical stuff, guaranteed. which is a shame, because I think “reluctant and begrudging reformed villain” is an amazing character type that he could have fulfilled perfectly. doesn’t even have to go on tour with the Golden Trio, either; because I lost hope for Redemption Arc after the end of book 6, my ideal world going into book 7 was just having Draco stuck in Grimmauld Place, being bitchy and ill-tempered about the Order’s witness-protection equivalent, while the others treat him like a house-elf. “oh, yeah, that’s Draco, he used to bully us but now he has to ask us to buy the tea he likes at the grocer’s,” etc. I mean, full redemption would have been great, and by far the most rewarding for him/me personally as a reader, but I kind of figured by the end of HBP that it wasn’t in the cards. JKR writes characters in a particular way when she’s interested in them as people, and Draco was just never written with that level of attention or care. 

he’s not even given a particularly rewarding antagonist arc. he doesn’t follow through and kill Dumbledore, thus giving him something irrevocable and life-scarring to repent for; but neither does he join the Order (e.g., Disappearance), meaning his ultimate contribution to the war effort is just this listless, choiceless trend of enabling. he’s forced into the plot with the Vanishing Cabinet, but can't kill Dumbledore; he tries to hide Harry’s identity from Bellatrix in Book 7, but it doesn’t work; he tries to catch Harry in the Room of Requirement and fails, then has to be saved by Harry from fiendfyre his own incompetent sidekick conjured. cringe failson. it’s also hilarious put in contrast with this fanon we have of hypercompetent draco — it’s like we all saw him and were like god bless can we please get this man a skillset. jesus christ he is getting killed out here.

but anyway tbh I think the most character development we see from him in all 7 novels is when Hermione slaps the shit out of him in POA (call that spell of Shutting the Fuck Up the way he doesn't even try to retaliate). The bathroom scene in book 6 is huge, because it’s the first time we get a modicum of sympathy for him, but that’s not followed up on — we just sort of leave him with “yeah, that’s tough.” we don’t even know why the Malfoys go back to Voldemort, because by all accounts, they seem miserable. Lucius seems miserable even before he hits his Flop Era in book 6-7, but he’s also broadly miserable all the time when we see him (likely bc we only see him when he’s plotting/scheming/exploding in rage when Harry manages to yet again Scooby Doo one of his plots, but who knows). I think the seventh book subtly implies the Malfoys are so close with Voldemort because of Bellatrix, and [spoilers incoming] I myself lean heavily on that thread in later sequences in Lionheart, but in the books it’s up to the reader as to how much the Malfoys really believe in the Dark Lord versus just comply with his orders from fear.

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LITA Ep. 4 Rewatch Thoughts Pt. 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Ok Rain, you and I both know you didn't sleep through this honey

Phayu looks unconvinced as well lmao - do you see this eyebrow raise?

Slightly controversial opinion, but I actually love that I occasionally hear fabric rustling and other mic interference. It adds a messy and fun element to the scenes that make them feel more real to me. Here, we heard what is probably Phayu's shirt slide against the mic as he leans into Rain.

The first time I watched this, I had to pause and raise my eyebrows ngl. Supremely unprepared for this relatively simple sequence and in the end highkey felt like I got slapped in the face (but in a funny way).

Boss looks so intense and good here

Taking it from the top

down

down

down

(including this shot bc wow Boss has big hands)

and...

(we just got to the halfway point y'all... whew)

I've never heard of this seduction technique before. Phayu, you might be the only one this works on (I feel seduced but not in a sexy way, more like if I was a cat I'd make biscuits on Rain's tummy)

I don't have a whole lot of commentary on this part aside from they're both adorable and I love the way Phayu likes to drag Rain physically closer to him whenever they talk. I think physical touch is really important to Phayu and I love how Rain basically preens under the attention every time Phayu touches him

I have literally seen this 12 times. Every time I'm like OMFG THEY ARE ABOUT TO KISSSSSSSS

But NO, freaking P' Saifah couldn't wait outside for one more minute. At least he has the decency to give them a countdown do-over. Phayu looks like he considering the merits of ending his twin while Rain is just distressed. I love how they framed these shots of P' Saifah with his body physically dividing the screen between Phayu and Rain's faces which are blurry in the background. This drama uses physical blocking very creatively in my opinion.

P' Saifah I'm going to reach through the nth dimension just to SHAKE YOU I mean seriously how could you not see Phayu and Rain were having a MOMENT

But it does lead to this stellar headpat so I'm not too mad (the 7th one in the series, if I'm not mistaken), plus Rain's praise kink gets activated (seriously, just watch him reminisce about the headpat that just happened)

AHHHH Rain looks SO HAPPY to see that Phayu wrote him a lil note and helped him out - I mean it's no wonder Phayu would bend over backwards just to put that expression on Rain's face from here on out

Including this shot to praise the lighting directors bc it's beautiful, as is our hard at work Rain

I think it could have been really cool if they had Rain use his lucky triangle ruler thing (that Phayu gave him) here, bc that would have been an extra layer of symbolism. I think if they were going to include it as a serendipitous plot point, it would have been better to introduce it this way rather than stick it in a glass case.

GOOD WORK BBY!!! Your reward comes later though

AND the first thing he thinks of after is...

LOOK at him being a responsible student! He's only got two left and then he's doneeeeee (unlike me, I still have so much to do lmao and yet here I am) - (OK I wrote this earlier part two days ago and at the time of writing this sentence I am DONEEE so me *join hands emoji* Rain: done with finals)

My plans for the next 48 hours:

Except this boy gets revived at the thought of seeing his pseudo-bf and runs immediately bolts out of bed 2 seconds later. Ngl if I had a Phayu I'd probably do the same, but since I'm a single pringle it's just me and my clean sheets

Ok, now where have we seen almost this exact color combo before?? Mayhaps you can scroll up a couple pictures...

Basically, I think this is the production crew's way of telling you Rain's about to get smooched by Phayu. Also Rain's changed clothes from the previous scene so he really cleaned up to go to the garage awww

I love that Rain tells himself he should be using this time to sleep, then shrugs at himself and goes to Phayu anyway. Priorities, priorities

Yay, P' Saifah is here to guide Rain to Phayu!! The in-laws are getting a lot of interaction these days hehe. Also look at how eager Rain looks here - full on puppy mode (I met a cockapoo puppy named Molly today so I know my comparison is accurate)

I like that P' Saifah is talking Phayu up to Rain - not that Rain needs any more convincing that Phayu is the coolest mechanic ever. It's the thought that counts though.

For some reason, this shot of Rain and this shot of Phayu make me laugh. Rain's just standing there like some guy when we all know he's thee guy and Phayu is making the "this is so sus" face

The interaction between the three of them right after is so funnyyy - my favorite part is P' Saifah calling his big bro out - this is prime younger sibling behavior. Also Phayu pretending to be a grump - he's just kiss deprived is all (that problem is about to be solved tho)

I also like how I though Rain was going to be the possessive one but Phayu is out here with raised hackles even though P' Saifah is just being friendly to press his buttons (again, prime little sibling behavior). Please observe how pleased Rain looks about this though!

Me + P' Saifah: Phayu you're a SIMP

Ok I like that they included this shot of PhayuRain for no discernable reason (bc it cuts to them walking over to the other part of the garage right after it) other than to show us Phayu looking at Rain fondly with his eyebrows raised

I also love how Rain immediately reports that his work is done (likely so he could get praised) but then Phayu counters with "did you sleep?" to which the answer is no. Rain's like "ahhh we can't win with this one uff" (don't worry bff, your reward is en route)

On to part 4!! I'm hoping it's the last one or none of you are gonna want to read it (this is a lie, there are 5 parts bc I have no self control when it comes to taking screenshots of PhayuRain)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

[candy8448]

Physics paper 2 (final exam!!!)

Gcse rambles

Our school let us come in after break time if we didnt do geography so i got to lay in 3 extra hours (i had fallen asleep at 6pm last night, woke at 2am, slept again at 4am and woke again at 6am 0.0) and i walked to school.

Because i wouldnt be able to get the dinner ladies to sign my shirt or notebook cuz they wouldnt be in school after school, i got them to sign my notebook and they all thanked me for involving them all in this becausd nobody else had asled them (we couldnt sogn shirts just yet cuz we couldnt take them into the exam woth writing on)

There is a cleaner in the school who is really nice and she is so sweet and i made her a card but the past two or so weeks she was nowhere to be seen and im so sad i couldnt give it to her, or get her to sign my shirt or notebook

The exam honestly was just a blur because i was too excited to get to signing sjirts that i dont remember anything

Anyways right after we ran outside and they had hired an icecream truck!! And they paid for each of us to have a free icecream!! And we went around signing shirts and it was fun and all (this is my favorite "tradition" that we do in school, i had come PREPARED with all of the colours and a pouch to carry them all in that my grandma made like almost 2 years ago)

One of the history teachers signed my shirt and i noticed he had a prigress pride pin which was tiny, but as i walked away, i said "nice pin" and he looked kinda bamboozled and a bit embarased as i quickly scrambled away. Later i found out from my friends who were actually taught bt him that he has two lesbian daughters! So that's really nice to know, that's a great thing for him to do, that's so nice and sweet!!

Then we had a leavers assembly where they gave out prizes apointed by each teacher of each subject (i didnt get one :( ) and one girl got a special prize for attendance. She only missed HALF A DAY in the PAST 5 YEARS?!?!? HOW??!?!? everyone was shocked cuz we would all go insane, they gave her a £40 voucher and a massive art folder with art supplies because she is going to do art in college and honestly she deserves it cuz that is crazy!

One of my friend got a gift bag (one of the prizes) and another friend gave him another so he had 3 so i half begged/asked him to give me one and he gave me one with a plant sprout which coincidentally my sister is obssesed with house plants

The rewards were so fun, usually uts jut mediokre claps but this time there was full cheers, claps, celebrations, and it was so loud and fun and great

They gave us free copies of our whole year group photo and tutor group photos which was really cool of them, and my tutor gave us all in our tutor group a photo of our tutor in year 7 (aww) with a message on it. It was super sweet cuz she was the best, she joined the school the same year we had but in yr 10 we couldnt have her as a tutor and half way thru year 11 they gave us a maths teacher to teach us maths in the mornings instead, but my tutor was my safe-space and i could go to her for my problems and home situations and she was the best. I started tearing up when i gave her a hug good-bye.

I wanted to get my drama teacher's sign but she had already left since we had gone an hour after school time :(

I took last minute selfies with all the friends who i talk to less but are still like best friends and such, one of them wrote his phone number on my shirt since i didnt have it yet (I messeged him when i got home) and it was honestly sad seeing the hall emptying.

In year 7 they told us "in the year 2024 you guys will be leaving us, isnt that crazy" and it felt like forever away, it started feeling like this would never end and even until the last week, while i knew it was going to end factually, i still hadn't processed what that actually meant, i still dont hink ive processed that i will never come back again, and that is crazy!

Me and my friend since when i moved down here in year 2 stayed behind to take photos of the school building, and we started walking to the bus stop and it was all sentimental. This was the only time ever where i didn't want to go to school.

Its crazy how my best friend since year 2 is continuing with me into the same college. Im glad.

Its sad ill probably lose contact with many of my friends. As much as we say we will stay in contact, its hard, ive not been in contact with my primary school friends and we stopped contact with my yr 8 friend so close after she moved away. Its really sad tbh. I will miss them

Our leaver's hoodies were apparently delayed to we will be invited one last time to collect them. I wont be able to be there for results day so im glad i have one more chance

Anyway, here are some memes, im going to make a seperate post with my entire gcse slander compilation very very very soon, keep an eye on my blog!

Enjoy your summer! We've all deserved it!

And it felt like it would never end and that this would be our whole lives, and it was hell most of the time, but goodbye secondary school!

[krysta-cross]

Icy touch

Part 5:

Krysta, feeling like a boulder was lifted off her back and decided to lay still like how she is to let air touch her bare back and felt ticklish with the sensation.

"Kuai liang sure is taking his time, maybe my back is so tense his hands felt like he is massaging a rock"

Krysta slowly pushes herself up to sit and lifts her robe up, as she is fumbling for the robe ties on her waist, Kuai gets back in like he was being chased outside so he sees Krysta sitting up with her robe slightly open up until her belly button.

He got flustered he fell on his back trying to turn back around and hurriedly stood up to turn back facing the door his nose almost pressed on it.

"I-I'm sorry I should've knocked first, w-where are my manners.." he said nervously, the heat rising back inside him he felt like he was back to square one of shaking it off.

"No, it's my fault for staying on my back since you left, you can turn around now" Krysta finds it cute that he is stuttering.

She walks closer to him since he still stands facing the door, she pulled him to face her. She saw how red he is and he tries to hide his face using his hands out of embarrassment.

Krysta scoffs and holds his hands away from his face, staring at him eye to eye.

"I can feel what you're feeling too you know, no need to feel embarrassed. I will admit I don't feel comfortable about it but I appreciate you trying to calm yourself around me. That's so sweet of you"

Kuai's gazes soften after hearing her, he leans forward like he was hypnotized and gave in to the urge to kiss her. Krysta saw this and pressed her pointer finger to his lips, stopping him.

"Rewards come after the mission is done, right?"

Kuai smiled and nods at her. She led him back to the bed to continue the massages. He sat down the floor holding her left leg, he ran his hands on it and it's like her back, soft and warm to touch.

He started applying some oil on her and massaged her leg muscles, he kept his focus on it so his thoughts won't wander off again.

He then proceeds to her foot, she touched her sole and he felt her jolt like she was pricked or something. "Are you okay?" he said and he saw her bit her lower lips as she grabs on the edge of her robes "I'm ticklish there so please be extra gentle"

Kuai laughed and ran his pointer finger on her left sole and he saw her get flustered by it. Krysta knew he is taunting her and she tries to flick his forehead but of course the grandmaster can dodge it easily. He still holds her left leg and purposely tickles them using his fingertips.

Seeing Krysta laugh and beg him to stop made him happy, all this horsing around makes them fall over, Krysta on top of Kuai liang made him feel heat going up from his feet as he feels her breath so close in his neck, she is taking a while to recover from the fall and her heavy breaths near his face isn't helping him control himself.

He tries to lift her off him but his hands won't cooperate. "traitor bastards" he mumbled and finds his hands wrapped around her and wishes this will last a bit longer as he hears her heartbeat close to his and his heart is wildly beating it feels like it will pop off his chest any minute.