#GIMMIE A BOUNCE!!!!!!!!
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c4toru · 5 months ago
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your overworked bf makes it up for neglecting you ^o^
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it was another one of those nights where he stayed up in the dark depths of the night, scribbling down different notes for himself to review the following day. he had been overwhelmed with the amount of preparation that needed to be done for his upcoming project at work.
you couldn’t remember the last time you even kissed properly, aside from the little pecks he gave you when he left for work or when he shushed you to sleep. you perk up as you hear him sigh loudly as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before closing his notebook and setting it to the side.
“you’re still up pretty girl?” he worriedly asks, turning his body over so he can spoon your plush body. he’s met with uncomfortably loud silence but a firm grind of your soft body being pushed against his. confusion is plastered across his face but before he is able to get a word out, you speak up, “i miss you.. i-i want you” you whisper. he is so incredibly dumbfounded but still decided to indulge you further.
“how d’ya want me..?”
your naughty advances are what led you here, your pajama shorts lost on the floor while your full leg is hiked up to allow his now hardened cock to push its way past your warmth. “biiiig stretch honey- ngh!” he mumbles, shoving his girthy cock deep inside of you, hefty balls sitting perfectly against your swollen clit.
“o..oh f-feels so good mmf!” you babble, your dainty hand gripping onto your plump thigh as he’s rubbing slow n agonizing circles on your puffy clit. he’s licking a long stripe up the side of your neck, earning a breathy gasp from your lips. “i’m all the way up in here- hah..d’ya feel it? hmm?” he teases, pressing a heavy hand to the fat of your stomach.
“y-yes! so deep nngh.. gimmie more!” you cry, attempting to bounce your hips back onto his, desperate for friction. he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth before fucking up into you harshly, your aging bed creaking like there’s no tomorrow. he’s bringing his hand up from your clit to fondle your tit, grasping onto it as his leaky tip pounds against your sopping cervix.
“gonna give it all to you, ‘kay? be a good girl and take it.. hah.” he grumbles, your tight cunt creaming all over his cock, globs spilling down to his balls. your plush body jiggles as he rocks his hips into yours, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, causing tears to prick the corner of your eyes.
“m’cumming! f-fuckk .. don’t stop!” you squeal, his hand moving back down to your clit to rub sloppy circles around your nub. your cunt is fluttering around his lengthy cock when you feel his warmth begin to spill inside you, hot cum filling your insides. your mind exploding in pure bliss as specks of white begin to coat your entrance.
“nngh! so fuckin filthy..” he whines, your head toppling backwards to give him a sweetened kiss. he’s gripping into yours hips, slowly stroking his sensitive cock into you before pulling out and letting his fluids seep out.
he hates making his sweet girl feel so neglected but god.. make up sex sure does feel good
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a/n : thank you so much for 1k !! i got a lot of asks for overworked/exhausted drabbles of various diff characters so i decided to write a miscellaneous one to satisfy some of you :D | thank you for all the support <3 , likes & reblogs are appreciated!
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http-tokki · 7 months ago
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have you ever tried this one?
and it’s just you ontop of viktor
look, i’m not saying he hasn’t fucked (look at him, he has had partners before but never like you, never someone who puts his pleasure before their own) so when you slide a pillow beneath his hips and make sure he is comfy over everything else, oh how his heart stutters in his chest. Viktor already looks at you like you hold the universe in your hands but as you perch yourself above him, hands braced on either side of his head as you grind your sopping cunt over his cock before sinking down on his aching length, he swears you begin to fade into starlight. the edges of his vision blurs as heat blooms in his stomach, pure indulgent undiluted ecstasy fills his veins and tingles in the tips of his fingers. mans is TRANSFIXED on the sight before him as your hips begin to move, slick dripping down your thighs in pearls of opalescent blue in the lowlight of the hexcore (the cot that had been set up in the corner of the lab for when he is too tired to go back to his room has been getting a little more action that it had originally been intended for) Viktor has no idea where to put his hands, what to grab or how hard to hold so you guide his hands to your hips, squeezing his fingers beneath your own before settling your palms on his chest. his heart thumps beneath your skin in a steady rhythm, his breaths shallow as his body adjusts to pleasure coursing through his veins.
“are you okay? nothing hurts?” you’re quick to check in, brows furrowed as your eyes slip down the pillow beneath his hips.
he nods, pushing his head back into the plush cushions as you tense your muscles, squeezing him so deliciously tight he might pass out.
“don’t worry about me, love. just-“ words fail him as his breathing turns ragged, your hips grinding in slow circles above his. “fuck…i-“
Viktor has always been quick of wit, a retort poised on the tip of his tongue at all times but as you begin to drag your hips up and down, cunt sliding over his pulsing cock in slow strokes that has his jaw slackening and eyes rolling, the concept of language leaves him entirely. for a moment it’s as if it is his first time all over again. awkward hands and quick breaths, unable to tear his eyes away from your perfect form as you bounce and grind above him. it’s cute, how innocent he looks beneath you, how bright his cheeks blaze, how red his lips bloom as he bites on the flesh.
“you’ve never done this?” your question is breathless, cheat tightening as the angle has your stomach twisting.
Viktor shakes his head, afraid that if he opens his mouth it would be nothing but whimpers and moans.
“do you feel good?”
another wordless answer in the form of a nod and he thinks he has retained some sense of dignity for the time being, but as you tense your muscles again, his mouth opens and his answer is a whimper.
your body stills above him as your brain registers the sound that has just spilt from your lover’s mouth.
“did you just- was that-?”
“shut up. This is a new thing for me,” Viktor grumbles but he can’t stop the grin that has spread over his cheeks. his hand reaches for your, wrapping around the nape of your neck to pull your face to his. “no one’s ever treated me like this. I can’t expect to know how I might react.”
a/n: pls be nice this is my first arcane fic i just love viktor so much gimmie a hair tie, a pillow for his hips and five minutes i’ll show piltover the real arcane
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suhtorus · 9 months ago
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uncle yuuji. ryomen sukuna
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fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, non curse au, family fluff, teen!choso and five-year-old yuuji cameo, two unnamed three-year-old twins (boy and girl)
little sunshines au
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"nice house, uncle 'kuna."
little yuuji looks impressed, raising his eyebrows in approval while walking past the threshold and towards the living room as if he were the owner of the place. his little ohh's and woah's already have sukuna's patience thinning out—fast.
with an unpleased grunt, he places a generous amount of cash on choso's hand. you're out with friends, and he's supposed to meet up with toji in twenty minutes, so his only option was to get the teenager to babysit the twins.
"keep the brat outta trouble."
upon hearing his uncle's warning, yuuji's attitude immediately switches back to a childish one, pouting and tugging at his brother's shirt. he's ready to throw a tantrum, but the thought fizzles out as soon as he catches sight of the twins in their playpen.
"hello, baby!" he leans down to hug your daughter, patting her back twice before switching to your son. "hi, baby! uncle yuuji is gonna play with you."
"kid, you're the same age as them. you're not their uncle."
"nuh-uh! I'm five!" he extends his chubby fingers at sukuna, showing five little fingers, "I'm gwon up."
sukuna scoffs, scrunching down to lift his babies up, one in each arm. and the sight seems to upset his nephew.
"you have two babies. s'not fair." he pouts, but a thought quickly pops in his head. "gimmie one?"
"no."
"why not?"
"'cause they're mine."
sukuna's smile is smug, bouncing his toddlers softly before planting a loud smooch on his daughter's cheek.
there's a pregnant silence that makes choso uneasy. looking worriedly at his baby brother, he sighs as he sees his bottom lip starting to quiver.
"yuu–" he tries to stop the waterworks, but he's immediately interrupted.
"meanie!"
it takes sukuna and choso half an hour to get little yuuji to stop crying and unlock himself out of the toddlers' room.
sukuna never makes it out of the house.
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fanfickittycat · 6 months ago
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Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
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Synopsis: When you and Sylus come across a pair of Aether core necklaces, dreams and reality start to blend together.
AKA a necklace makes you both star in each other’s wet dreams
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Love and Deepspace
Pairing: Sylus x MC/Sylus x Reader
Read on AO3 | Part One | Part Two | Part Three
“And this one?” You pointed to the emerald cut rock resembling a protocore.
“You have a good eye!” The merchant grinned, as he began spinning lies to you about how rare it was. You knew it was a fake without even touching it, but you held off from correcting him immediately and instead pretended to listen. You could feel a strange sense of excitement bubble in you as you got ready to test the merchant, but a familiar rush of energy behind you put that excitement on pause, and you watched as the shopkeeper’s voice faltered. His face became ashen, as he looked above your head, and you could see the blurry reflection of a dark, imposing figure and red eyes bounce off the larger crystals behind him.
“I thought I told you to stop doing that” you said, not bothering to turn around as you examined the other pieces of jewellery.
“Do what?” His breath is warm against the shell of your ear and you can feel the tickle of his silver hair against you.
“To stop looming over my shoulder like that” you turn slightly only to be met with an amused smile “you’re ruining my investigation.”
“… Investigation?” The merchant choked out but you both ignored him.
“Maybe I wanted to look around too, did that ever occur to you?” Sylus said, straightening up and putting his hands in his pockets casually. He was at least a head taller than you and he never failed to remind you of that.
You scoffed and crossed your arms“as if you’d shop here. There are so many fakes on display it’s probably not even worth it to you.”
“Now, hold on-“ the shopkeeper protested but it fell on deaf ears again.
Sylus shrugged “you can still find a diamond in the rough if you look hard enough.” He stepped from behind you to your side to look at the display case in front of him.
“Although…” his eyes glanced at the artificial gems “this selection is lacking.” His eyes flick up to the merchant whose face is flushed with embarrassment and fear.
“I- I did get something in this morning. Something real.” His hand lowers slowly to the vault behind him, as if asking for permission.
Sylus sighs “well go on then. Let’s see it before Miss Hunter here brings you to justice.” He only chuckles softly when you elbow him in the side.
You both watch as the shopkeeper produces two small vermillion boxes. He opened them up, carefully unwrapping the layers of tissue paper to reveal a matching pair of necklaces, both holding a crimson stone. Your eyes widen as you feel the energy emitting from them.
“Is this…?” Your eyes transfixed “part of an Aether core?”
“My, my, I certainly wasn’t expecting that” Sylus murmured, equally dazzled by the pair of necklaces.
You couldn’t help but let your fingers reach forward to feel the smooth stone on one of the chains. It glowed in response to your touch, and the other mimicked it.
“Legend has it that a pair of lovers separated by the Great War crafted it so that they could always remain close to one another despite being physically apart. It’s rumoured that if your connection is strong enough, you can achieve a psychic connection like none other.”
You can practically hear Sylus raise an eyebrow at that.
“Wait” you frown “I know that myth, it’s from thousands of years ago. Surely this can’t be the same pair of necklaces.”
“What if it is?” Sylus asked, touching one of the stones and watching the other glow “stranger things have happened.”
It was your turn to raise an eyebrow “I didn’t take you for a fantasist.”
“Even I have capacity for romantic notions” he smiles at you fondly, making your cheeks flush. “How much for it?”
Just as the shopkeeper opens his mouth to answer you interrupt “I think it would be best for everyone if you just handed these over.” You looked squarely at the shopkeeper “I know the Hunter’s Association are looking for you - dead or alive.”
“Well played” Sylus murmured to you, looking at you with admiration whilst the merchant was left with no choice but to agree and pack the necklaces away.
Outside the market you prepared to bid Sylus a goodnight, and thanked him for taking you to the N109 Zone’s night market.
“Oh wait” you fished the Aether core necklace out from its pouch “come here.” He turns and approaches you, smiling when you roll your eyes and gesture for him to come closer.
“A kiss goodbye?” He teases and you try to subtly swallow to remoisten your dry mouth.
“You wish.” You fiddle with the clasp of one of the necklaces and loop it around his neck. The feeling of his cool skin wasn’t entirely foreign to you, but neither was it overly familiar. This was probably the closest your faces had ever been, though you had dreamt about it happening almost every week. The memories of your latest dream played in your mind, making you hastily click the necklace into place and pull away before his eyes could ascertain your desire.
“It suits you” you said, admiring the way the deep red tone sat against his pale flesh.
“Your turn.” And before you could blink he was holding the matching necklace in his hands. He swept the curtain of your hair over one of your shoulders as his fingertips ghosted the back of your neck, making you shiver.
“A ticklish Hunter? Isn’t that a liability?” He asked jokingly, only for you to huff in response. You could almost have sworn that his touch lingered but if you thought about it too much you were sure you would melt.
“There” he cupped his own pendant “now we match.” You gasped feeling the warmth of the gem against the delicate skin of your chest.
“This is purely scientific” you said, experimenting with holding your own Aether shard. The vibrations in your hand akin to a gentle purr.
“Oh, entirely” Sylus agreed “until next time Miss Hunter.”
It was well past midnight when you got home. The toll of the evening weighed on your shoulders, leading you to take a hot shower in an attempt to undo the knots in your back. Your mind wandered as you lathered up your body wash. The N109 Zone Night Market had yielded some promising leads on illegal protocore trade activity. You had some names and faces to run through the Hunters Association system when you went back to work on Monday, and you wanted to cross reference them with your notes from your last mission too.
You were so caught up in your thoughts that you jolted when you felt the Aether core pendant react. Sylus? You gently stroked the stone, feeling a comforting warmth emanate from it. Was he thinking of you? Or just touching the stone? He had looked handsome tonight. Way too handsome. Every time you saw him you felt like you were being drawn in closer and closer to him. It felt dangerous. And exciting.
You could blame the heat of the water for the slightly dizziness but the way the warm sensation flooded south was something else entirely different. Your mind flickered through the moments you shared tonight. The way you could feel his tense muscles as you gripped him on the back of his motorcycle; the moment when he tricked you into trying a so called N109 Zone street food staple only for you to take a bite and hate it instantly, the sound of his laughter and the intoxicating way he slyly smiled and attempted to quell your annoyance by buying you a sweet treat instead, the way the moonlight had illuminated him softly…
Without even realising it, your hand had begun to wander toward your hardening nipples, imagining it was his fingers pinching the pebbled peaks. You pictured him kissing the point where your shoulder met your neck and whimpered at the thought. How good would it feel if he was pressed against you? Grinding his erection into your ass whilst he bit down on your shoulder. Would he sprinkle in all those little pet names he’d developed for you?
“Can’t wait to bury myself inside you kitten. Going to fuck you nice and deep like you deserve.”
You felt your breath hitch. Your fingers traversed downwards, running up and down your slit. Your mouth fell open.
RING RING
You frowned.
RING RING RING.
You groaned in frustration, hurrying out of the shower and towards your phone. Surely even Wanderers knew that they should give it a break at this time of night?! Your skin was still warm but you’d broken out in goosebumps from the sudden temperature difference. Your robe was tied way too loosely around you too, exposing your skin to the cool temperature of your room.
“H-hello?” You answered, you hadn’t realised that you were panting until you stood there. You attempt to clear your throat and repeat your greeting. You’re met with silence. You pull the phone away only to see it’s a hidden number.
“Who is this?” you hear the smallest sound, something akin to a breath and then the call ends. What a waste of time! You throw your phone down on your bed in frustration, and close your eyes for a couple of seconds. The call had interrupted your flow and you suddenly wanted nothing more than some instant ramen and your bed.
After changing into your pyjamas and indulging in some late night cup noodles (sorry Dr Zayne!), you settled into your night time routine and sighed in relief as you nuzzled into the latest plushie you’d won at the arcade. Sleep found you almost immediately, and you found yourself slipping into a dream almost instantly.
There had been problem after problem for the past couple of days, and whilst Sylus was happy to delegate tasks down to his underlings, there had been several particularly tricky issues which required his full attention.
‘So bothersome’ he thought, raking a hand through his hair, which no doubt, was a mess from the repeated action. The words had started to blur together a little and he took his glasses off momentarily to shut his eyes. Maybe he needed a break? The fire he had started when he first reached his study crackled in the fireplace, providing a source of warmth that was much needed on such a cold night. He resolved internally to at least work through the contract sitting on the top of the pile of paperwork on his desk before he called it quits, and put on the glasses again to scan through the fine print.
Not ten minutes later he heard a knock on the door.
“Enter.” He had expected it to be the twins, but blinked in surprise when you peeked your head around the door.
“You’re still awake?” Sylus’ expression softened as he set down the pen and leaned back on his dark chair.
“It’s hard to sleep when you’re not next to me. It’s so cold tonight.” You said, running a finger along his desk as you made your way towards him.
“Look” you shrugged off the silky robe he usually donned, letting the soft material pool on the hardwood floors at your feet.
“I have goosebumps.” You offered your bare arm up for him to inspect.
Sylus’ lips twitched, as his eyes hungrily drank in your near naked form. The crimson lingerie set he had seen in Linkon City just the other week had clearly stuck in his head more than he thought. The delicate lace of the bra looked so pretty against your skin; equal parts sensual and feminine. And despite you standing with only a small gap between your legs, he could already spy the silk framing the open crotch detailing of the panties.
“You do look chilly” he remarked, running his hand up your exposed arm before placing the palms of his hands on the back of your stocking clad thighs, urging you closer to him. You obliged, naturally, arching your back when his hands kneaded the flesh of your thighs and ass.
“Are you almost done with work?” You asked, your own hand finding his cheek to caress. His skin was still smooth from having shaved that morning.
Sylus sighs “hmmm not quite yet.” He pinches the top of his nose and closes his eyes for a second, before leaning into your touch.
“You’re tired” you murmur gently.
“I need to finish this.” He reluctantly nudges his glasses up the elegant bridge of his nose.
“You need a break” you chide and slip yourself in the gap between his form and the desk.
“Sweetie-“ but you interrupt him.
“Just ten minutes, Sy. Please?” He could never resist your puppy dog eyes.
“What do you suggest I should do?”
You lean in so that your noses are touching “leave it with me.”
You press your lips against his, silencing any doubt. He relaxed against your touch, letting your tongue languidly stroke his own as you mounted the chair to straddle him. He can already feel your molten core through his jeans as you begin to rock your hips experimentally against his own. It doesn’t take long for him to reciprocate, and you take it as an opportunity to pull your mouth away from his. He groans at the loss of your lips, which you drag to the column of his pale neck. You feels his heartbeat quicken when you ghost your teeth against his neck and playfully nip him.
“Harder” he urges, and you comply, sinking your teeth a little more into his skin to leave a mark. You lick at the same point as an almost apology, gasping quietly when he ramps up his thrusting. You’re soaking the denim of his trousers but he doesn’t care. He’s so focused on how your body quivers and pushes and pulls at his touch that he almost doesn’t notice you unbuckle his belt and slip a hand into his boxers.
Both of your eyes look downwards as you squeeze his length, running your hand up and down his dick.
“Fuck…” Sylus sighs. How long had he waited for this? He watches, hypnotised, as you spit into your hand and massage it into the head, just the way he likes.
“You’ve been working so hard lately” you murmur, continuing to work your hand up and down in a tantalisingly slow manner.
“I think my fiend deserves a treat for all his hard work.” Sylus tips his head back, closing his eyes as he becomes putty in your hands. He half opens them to watch you slip off the chair and onto your knees.
“What’re you doing kitten?” He mumbles, mourning the loss of your heat against his body.
“Shhhh” you reassure him before leaning forward to lick a stripe up his shaft. He groans as you press kisses onto his dick before opening your mouth and taking him inch by inch into your throat. One of his hands clutches your hair into a rough ponytail, whilst the other hovers at your jaw as he guides you to take more and more of him. The cavern of your mouth is hot and wet, and whilst he can feel your throat constrict you seem to want to take more of him.
“S-so good for me” he mumbles, and his thumb blots a tear running down your cheek.
“Ah, ah kitten, no need to get ahead of yourself” he gently chides, which naturally spurns you on more. Sylus’ head falls back again, mouth open as he shallowly thrusts into your throat. His eyes flicker open when he hears the wet sound of your fingers touching yourself as you pull back a little to concentrate on lavishing his length with your tongue.
“Fuck… is this turning you on, sweetie?” You hum in response and Sylus groans at the feeling of the vibration “mmm such a pretty little slut for me… taking me so deep in your throat like this. Ah- I guess I wasn’t the only one dreaming of this.” His grip on your hair tightens and you can tell from his desperate pants that he’s reaching his limit. You quicken your actions, ignoring how lewd you sound slobbering and choking on his dick. Your jaw aches but he’s so close that you can’t stop. Your own pussy clenches around nothing as you soak your thighs in your own arousal.
“Fuck I’m going to-!” You brace yourself for his cum to spurt down your throat, and-
RING RING RING
You groan and open your eyes as your alarm slowly pulls you out of sleep’s clutches. You lay there for several moments, half dazed as you acclimatise back to your surroundings. Your hand eventually silences the alarm but you struggle to move beyond looking at your phone blearily. You had slept all night but still felt tired. You made a half formed mental note to ask Dr Zayne why that was and moved the heel of your hand to your face to rub the sleep out of your eye.
Yawning hurts, you figure out very quickly, and you attempt to move your jaw a few times to loosen it. It aches. And your throat felt dry too. Were you sick? You slowly sit up and hiss at the slight grazes on your knees. Surely that wasn’t a symptom of a cold was it?
It’s only when you strip off your sweat soaked pyjamas for a shower that you notice that your underwear is soaked through and your thighs are slick. You shiver and observe your body in the mirror. It looks much the same but there are tell tale signs that something happened. Your sleepy mind tries to focus as you wash yourself but you can only concentrate on putting yourself through the motions of your morning routine.
Last night still lingers in your thoughts at work, though you choose to compartmentalise it for a later time. Your mornings are filled with training and you dispel some low level Wanderers who spawn on the edge of town, which makes it easier to forget but it becomes near impossible to ignore in the afternoon as you sit at your desk, rereading the last sentence of the report you just wrote.
“Here” a mug of something warm and citrusy is placed on your desk and you look up in surprise at Xavier.
“Thanks, how did you know?” You give the liquid a small sip, relishing its soothing warmth against your sore throat.
“Your voice sounds pretty bad. Are you sure you’re not sick?” Xavier’s hand touches your forehead as his blue eyes narrow.
“I’m fine. I think I just fell asleep last night without my blanket. I found it on the floor this morning, I must have kicked it off me at some point.”
“Were you dreaming?”
Images from your dream flood your mind and you look away, afraid your blush will reveal the nature of those dreams.
“Yeah” you cough awkwardly “I think I did but it’s a bit blurry.”
“Maybe you were fighting Wanderers” Xavier speculates “or trying to beat the claw machine again.”
“Ugh don’t remind me! I was so close to getting that Sunset Tomato!”
Xavier smiles and shakes his head “you’re at the arcade so much it’s making its way into your dreams. You should really take a break.”
“Maybe… Have you ever had a dream that felt real?”
You nervously look up at Xavier, half expecting him to be alarmed but he quietly considers your question instead.
“Hmmm… what do you mean ‘felt real’?”
“Like, it felt like you were there. Physically. As though your body and your spirit and everything wasn’t in your bed anymore but in a whole new environment.” Xavier’s face remains unchanged.
“Forget it” you quickly dismiss “dumb question.”
“Not necessarily. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a dream like that but I remember reading something a while ago online about astral projection. Maybe there’s something to it?”
Xavier’s words stick in your mind long after you leave work. Could you actually be astral projecting into Sylus’ dreams? You try to Google it but the results are either too vague or sound too unfounded for you to take seriously, and you certainly weren’t feeling confident about searching ‘Can you astral project into your sort of enemy sort of crush’s wet dream?’
That was another thing. The dream was definitely his which raised hundreds of other questions in its wake - did he like you too or was it just a coincidence that the dream starred you? Did he dream about you often? In similar positions? And what was with the lingerie? You had never seen something that toed the line between obscene and elegant before. Was that the kind of thing he liked? You glanced at the laundry you had just hung up to dry - black, plain, utilitarian underwear - maybe it was better for everyone if your affair remained in the dream sphere…
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thaatdigitaldiary · 1 month ago
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JADED. 02. | ⌗ 4.3K WORDS. | PAIGE BUECKERS.
╰ sareli and kameron might be best friends, but were they always just that? sareli lets the voicemail linger in her head, wondering if she’d be stupid for calling her back. it’s been two years since her and paige spoke, and a voicemail at this moment?
➺ content warnings. kinda angsty. minor sexual flashbacks. fem!oc. LIVE REACTS ALWAYS WELCOME!
➺ links. JADED MASTERLIST. | MAIN MASTERLIST.
➺ from ke, to you 📨. chapter twoooo, very happy with the way chapter one came out! hope you enjoy.
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PRESENT TIME. DALLAS, LATE 2026
The voicemail drove Sareli crazy.
The Dallas skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Sareli's loft, a mosaic of neon and steel that felt so intimate and distant.
She moved to Dallas with the intent to get away from all her issues, but her number one problem was declared first pick for the Dallas Wings.
Paige was around somewhere, but Sareli didn't plan on trying to find her.
Sareli sprawled on her velvet sectional, her phone balanced on her stomach, the screen glowing with a notification she'd been avoiding:
*Voicemail from No Caller ID -- 2:16 AM, May 2nd, 2026.*
Sareli hadn't listened to it—ever. Not because she didn't want to—God, she did—but because Paige's voice, slurred or sober, had a way of unraveling her.
The loft smelled like coconut oil and coffee, the remnants of Sareli's morning routine. She'd been up since dawn, letting the oil in her hair sit for wash day, while she was sketching designs for her freelance graphic art gig.
But her mind kept circling back to that voicemail.
What did Paige want?
Why call at two in the morning, drunk, after years of radio silence?
Sareli's fingers hovered over the play button when her phone buzzed with a text.
kamkam👭🏽
yo im outside read 2:28 pm
brought tacos read 2:29 pm
u better not be moping read 2:29
girl pls delivered 2:30
not moping!! delivered 2:30
doors open delivered 2:31
MINUTES LATER, the door swung open, and Kameron strutted in, a grease-stained paper bag in one hand and a Canon camera slung around her neck.
Her hair was perfectly defined, swinging as she kicked off her shoes.
"Sareli, mi amor, I thought you told your best friend you weren't moping? The hell is this?" Kameron teased, her voice warm and gravelly.
"Para, Kam. This isn't moping. It's wash day." Sareli shot back, tossing a fuzzy throw pillow at her. "And don't say 'mi amor', like you're in a telenovela. Your accent's still trash."
Kameron caught the pillow and flopped onto the couch beside Sareli, their laughter filling the loft. "Aight, aight, I'm working on it. Gimmie some credit, I learned 'vamonos' just last week."
Sareli rolled her eyes, her curls bouncing as she leaned to snatch the taco bag. "Vamonos? Kam, that's baby Spanish. Try harder, like, 'estoy bien jodida'—that's how I'm feeling right now."
"Jodida?" Kameron raised an eyebrow, unwrapping a taco. "That's, like, 'messed up', right? See, I'm catching up."
"Barely," Sareli said, but her tone was soft, playful. She loved this about Kameron—her effortless banter, the way they could tease each other without crossing lines.
She took a bite of her taco, the barbacoa melting on her tongue, and for a moment, the voicemail felt less heavy.
Kameron leaned back, her arm draped over the couch, studying Sareli.
"So, what's good, Reli? You got that look again."
Sareli froze mid-bite, her eyes narrowing. "I don't have a look."
"Anybody with eyes, can see that you do, Sareli," Kameron said, smirking. "It's the same one you had when she ghosted you after that game against USC. Spill it, mami."
"Don't call me 'mami' unless you're ready to get kicked out," Sareli said, but there was no heat in it. She sighed, setting the taco down. "Fine. About like, what, a couple months ago? May something. She left me a voicemail. Drunk, probably. I haven't listened to it."
Kameron's smirk faded, replaced by something softer, more serious. "May? Sareli, bro, why are you holdin' onto that like she means what she says?"
"Because, Kam. You never know? Maybe she's changed a little since the draft, and the curiosity kills the fuck outta me." Sareli snapped, her voice sharper than she meant. She ran a hand through her curls, her bangles clinking.
"You know how Paige is. One minute she's all in, calling me 'baby' and promising all this shit she knows she doesn't want, the next she's dodging my texts for weeks. It's hard to tell how she actually feels about me."
Kameron nodded, her eyes steady on Sareli's. "I get it, Reli. Paige is... complicated. But you don't gotta torture yourself. Either listen to, it or delete it. Ain't no in-between."
Sareli groaned, flopping back against the couch. "You make that shit sound so easy."
"It's not," Kameron said, her voice low. "But you're still you, Sareli. You don't let nobody—nobody—make you feel small. Not even Paige."
The words hit deep, stirring memories of the late nights Sareli spent with Paige. Tangled up in her sheets, whispering promises yet still breaking them.
Sareli glanced at Kameron, her face a mix of concern and strength, and her mind drifted to their history—how they somehow managed to figure out their own mess.
STORRS, SUMMER 2022
The air was thick with humidity, the kind that clung to your skin, making every single on you feel permanent. Sareli and Kameron were twenty-one, crashing Sareli's cousin's rooftop party after a night at the fair.
The music was loud—Bad Bunny blaring through the house's speakers—and the rooftop was packed with bodies swaying, drinks spilling, laughter cutting through the night. It seemed absolutely perfect.
Sareli was tipsy, her sundress sticking to her thighs as she danced, her hips moving to every single song playing. Kameron was across the roof, snapping pictures with her beat up Nikon, her eyes catching Sareli's every few minutes.
They had met in a photography club, something Sareli joined just to take her mind off of things, and there was nothing wrong with learning another skill. They bonded over loads of study sessions and a good amount of shared dreams—Sareli's art, Kameron's photography.
But lately, there had been some kind of shift, a heat in every glance that they never acknowledged.
"You really can dance, Reli," Kameron called, lowering her camera. She was in a faded tank top, her tattoos peeking out, and a Corona in her hand.
"Callete, Kam," Sareli laughed, tossing her hair. "It's in my genes, babe."
Kameron grinned, setting the camera down and weaving through the crowd to Sareli. "Lemme try, then. Come dance with me."
Sareli raised an eyebrow, her buzz making her bold. "You sure? I don't go easy."
"Lemme have it," Kameron said, her voice dropping low.
They danced, close, their bodies brushing as the beat pulsed. Sareli's hands found Kameron's shoulders, their laughter mingling with the music. It felt natural, easy, until Kameron's hand slid to Sareli's waist, and their eyes locked.
The air shifted, charged.
"Kam," Sareli said, her voice soft, uncertain.
"You feel it too, don't you?" Kameron murmured, her breath warm against Sareli's ear.
Sareli nodded, her heart racing.
They didn't talk after that.
They kissed, messy against the rooftop railing, the city lights blurring below.
Later, in Kameron's cramped apartment, they hooked up, intertwined with one another, fueled all by tequila.
The next morning, they woke up tangled in Kameron's sheets, the weight of everything setting in. Sareli was the first to speak, her voice hoarse.
"Kam, we're chill, right? This doesn't... change us?"
Kameron propped up on an elbow, her eyes searching Sareli's. "Nah, Reli. We're solid. Always will be. But y'know I got love for you, yeah?"
"Yeah, I know," Sareli said, her smile shaky but real. They never hooked up again, but the love stayed—completely unshakeable.
PRESENT TIME
Sareli snapped back to the present, Kameron's voice pulling her out of memory.
"Yo, you zoned out on me. You good?"
"Yeah," she said, her voice soft. "Just thinkin' about how we used to be. Made it through that whole summer without messing shit up."
Kameron chuckled, her eyes warm. "Barely. You were soooo scared I was gonna catch feelings, nd' ruin everything we got goin' on. Nope. Nuh-uh."
"Kam, please, you did catch feelings," Sareli shot back, nudging her knee. "You were writing poetry in your notes app for weeks."
Kameron gasped, clutching her chest. "Lies! I was just... inspired. You were the one out here looking like a bottle of Barcadi, damn. What was I supposed to do?"
Sareli laughed, the sound bubbling up despite the ache in her chest. "You're so extra. But for real, Kam... how'd we do it? Stay friends after all that?"
Kameron leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, thoughtful.
"Honesty, I think. We laid it all out, no games. Plus, you're my ride-or-die. Couldn't lose you, even if you broke my heart a lil' bit."
Sareli's throat tightened. "You never told me that."
"Didn't need to," Kameron said, shrugging. "You knew. Still do."
Sareli reached for her hand, squeezing it. "Te quiero, Kam. Y'know that, right?"
"Te quiero tambien," Kameron said, her Spanish clumsy but earnest.
Sareli snorted. "It's 'te quiero tambien', not 'tambi-en'. You're stressing the wrong syllable, bruto."
"Bruto? Harsh, Reli!" Kameron laughed, tossing a napkin at her. "I'm trying, okay? You're like my personal duolingo."
"More like your unpaid tutor," Sareli said, but her smile was wide. She loved these moments—their history, their ease, the way Kameron could make her laugh even when her heart was heavy.
Sareli's eyes drifted back to her phone, the voicemail notification glaring. Kameron followed her gaze, her expression sobering. "You wanna talk about it? The Paige thing?"
Sareli hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of her phone.
"I really don't even know where to start. She's... everywhere, Kam. I see her on your Instagram, still wearing the necklace I got her? I hear her laugh in my dreams. And now this voicemail? It's like she's haunting me."
Kameron nodded, her jaw tight. Being the Dallas Wings' photographer since she graduated, now she saw Paige all the time—on the court, in the locker room, at team events, all of it.
"She's been off lately," she said carefully.
"Quiet. Not her usual cocky self. I didn't wanna say nothin', but... maybe that voicemail's her tryna' reach out."
"Or it's her drunk-dialing me for no reason," Sareli said, her voice bitter. "Y'know how she is. She'll say all the right things, make me feel like her whole world, then dip when shit gets just a little too real for her."
Kameron leaned back, her eyes narrowing. "You think she's playing you?"
"Don't know," Sareli admitted, her voice small. "That's the worst part. I want to believe she'd quit all her bullshit, but... I can't keep breaking my own heart."
Kameron was quiet for a moment, then reached for Sareli's phone. "Aight, let's do this. Listen to it. Right now. I'm here, so you don't gotta go through it alone."
Sareli's stomach twisted. "Kam, I don't know if I'm ready."
"You're never gonna be ready," Kameron said gently. "But you can't keep carrying this. Either it's something real, or it's closure. You deserve to know."
Sareli stared at the phone, her pulse racing. Kameron's hand found hers, steady and warm, and she nodded. "Okay, but if it's some bullshit, I'm blaming you."
"That's a deal," Kameron said, her grin soft.
Sareli tapped the voicemail, putting it on speaker. Paige's voice filled the room, slurred and raw, laced with vulnerability that made Sareli's chest ache.
*"Sare... fuck, I miss you. I know I fucked up, aight? I know I did. But I can't... I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you. I love you, man. I always did. I miss your laugh, your stupid little sketches, the way you smell like coconut. I keep fuckin' with you, baby I'm sorry. I don't... I don't know how to do this... be with you--be good for you. Please baby, I wanna be good for you. Just... call me back, please, or don't but--please. I love you, and I think I always have."*
The voicemail ended just like that, and the silence was deafening. Sareli's eyes burned, her breath shaky. Kameron squeezed her hand, her voice low. "Damn, Reli. That's... a lot going on."
"Yeah," she whispered, wiping her eyes. "What the hell am I supposed to do with that?"
Kameron leaned closer, her shoulder brushing Sareli's. "You don't gotta figure it out tonight. But you heard her. That wasn't just drunk talk. That was real."
"Real don't mean reliable," Sareli said, her voice cracking. "She's said 'I love you' before, Kam. Then she left me hanging."
"I know," Kameron said, her tone firm. "But you're not the same Sareli you were back then. You're completely different now... stronger. You know what you deserve. If Paige wants you, she's gotta show up, not just leave voicemails."
Sareli nodded, her heart a tangle of hope and fear. "You think I should call her?"
Kameron tilted her head. "Not yet. Sit with it. Think about what you want, not what she's making you feel. And if you decide to talk to her, you set the terms. No more chasing."
Sareli managed a small smile. "When did you get so wise?"
"Always been wise," Kameron said, puffing out her chest. "You just too busy correcting my Spanish to notice."
Sareli laughed, the sound shaky but real. "Ah, hush, Kam. You're lucky I love you."
"Luckiest," Kameron said, pulling Sareli into a hug. She sank into it, their warmth grounding her, and for the first time in months, she felt like she could breathe.
LATER THAT NIGHT
Sareli stood on her balcony, the Dallas breeze cool against her freshly showered skin. Her phone was in her hand, Paige's voicemail still open. She had replayed it a couple of times at this point, noticing how her voice got an octave deeper, more mature.
She hadn't decided what to do—call, text, or let it go—but Kameron's words echoed in her mind:
"You know what you deserve."
Below, the city pulsed with life, a reminder that Sareli was apart of something bigger, something vibrant. She thought of her art, her family back in San Juan, the way Kameron's laughter filled her home.
She thought of Paige too—her smile, her chaos, her heart.
But Sareli wasn't chasing anymore. If Paige wanted her, she'd have to meet her halfway.
The voicemail could wait, for now, she knew she was enough.
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eternal-love · 6 months ago
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I’m having a really bad day today, gimmie some Benny smut I know you’ve got something in that brain of yours 🤍
LEAVE
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Pairing: Benny Cross x reader
Summary: You try to leave Benny, but he has other plans.
Warning: smut, toxic relationship, Benny being a pathetic ass, reader has a child, Benny gets physically violent.
Note: Couldn’t deny Miss Cross herself y’know? 😏I know I’m not as good writing smut but I do my best for you. Hope you get better and this makes you feel better! 🫶💗
Also, this is heavily inspired by a combo @aust-een and I had about how Jeff held back a lot from what the real Benny could have been. I just know Benny wasn’t this quiet nonchalant thing. He was jealous, possessive and violent.
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Your life was monotonous, you woke up, got ready, had breakfast, went to your job, put your with annoying customers, came back home, slept. Repeat. That was up until you met Benny.
Your life did a 180, in your routine and emotionally too. Benny was an interesting character, he was a mistery to a lot of people. And to you too, your friend warned you to not even look in his direction, he was always cruising for a bruising. Him and his bike were in for any sort of trouble. That’s what drew you to him.
Your last boyfriend was too plain, too vanilla. You often sought out a way to create any sort of tension. With Benny, that wasn’t necessary. He was the problem himself. With you having to bail him out of jail more times that you liked to admit it. A part of you knew this wasn’t healthy. Specially not for your son, he saw everything.
Benny lived in your house, so, obviously you were the head of the house, you worked and brought in the money. But Benny didn’t care, he flouted in and out the house as he pleased. Anxiety ruled over you, not knowing if he would come back or not. You could stay awake all night just waiting for him.
At some point, you knew it had to be over, it wasn’t healthy anymore and you spent days more stressed than happy. So you waited for him to come back. You had put your son to bed upstairs. Your leg bouncing as you drank a beer, you heard the front door open and you saw Benny come in, black boots stomping on the wooden floor.
“What are you doin’ awake still?” Benny spoke up as he saw you in the couch, his eyes a bit tired as well as his voice.
“Waitin’ for you.” You said, putting out the cigarette on the ashtray.
“You ain’t gotta do that.” Benny scoffed, he took his pack of Marlboro Reds out his pocket and lit up just one, he walked towards the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He looked around, no food. “No food tonight, I see. That’s how you care for your man?”
“It’s too late at night, only cooked for Robbie and I.” You said, you stared at him as he walked around. He just smirked in disbelief at what you said.
“What’s with the face?” He asked you as he came back to the living room, taking another hit from the cigarette.
“I want to talk to you about something.” You said, taking in a deep breath.
“I don’t want to hear it.” Benny rolled his eyes.
He had been off and weird lately, you had believed you were crazy but no, you started to accept that he was in fact different.
“I can’t live like this no more, Benny.” You confessed as you stood up, your hands on your hips. “This ain’t right. Not for me or my Robbie. I want you to leave.”
You said, it took everything in you to get the words out of you. Because you didn’t know how he would react.
Benny pressed his lips together as he took a deep drag from the cigarette, shaking his head. “That ain’t happening. I ain’t leavin’.”
Benny was hard headed and he did not follow nobody. If he was told to do something, he did the opposite, but you were tired. Of everything.
“It’s not a question, Benny. I can’t keep carrying on like this. It’s eating me alive.” You said, trying to appear firm as you stood up.
“You can’t keep carrying on like this?” He repeated your words, you could easily tell he was mocking you. “What else did you think this would be?”
You stared at Benny in disbelief, a part of you thought you could have changed him. Make him more responsible, more emotionally present, more anything, but no. He was still the same troublemaker you met. It hurt you to kick him out but there wasn’t any other choice.
“I just want you to leave. Get your things and leave.” You said, the words getting stuck in your throat.
“So you can bring in another man? Who you gonna bring next? Cal or that son of a bitch with the camera?” Benny accused you, he was very jealous and possessive. He didn’t like bringing you to meeting too much, specially not when Danny or Cal talked to you. There was a reason he didn’t let you meet up with Danny to do his interviews.
“What are you even talking about, Benny? This is about us. You and I!” You snapped, he always tried to blame others for everything, because in his own words ‘he never asked anyone for anything’.
“Don’t even yell at me. Watch it.” He said, his voice monotone.
“I’m tired of you leaving without saying anything. And expecting me to take you back. I can’t keep waitin’ on ya. I just can’t. So please, leave. Because I can’t handle you being a son of a bitch anymore.”
Oh, that set him on fire. You, calling him a son of a bitch. He didn’t like that. There was a silence in which he clenched his jaw, put out the cigarette into the decorative table by his side.
“Right?” Benny said calmly before he snapped. And he threw the decorative table to the floor, making the flower vase break down to little pieces.
You flinched, Benny had his violent outburst, you hadn’t quite gotten used to them yet. Throwing beer bottles or anything on his reach. His nonchalant demeanor was something that was only a façade to either give you the cold shoulder or appear more brave with the club.
As soon as he walked towards you, you backed off, only for Benny to grab you by the neck.
“Who do you think you are?” Benny growled, his voice always held that nonchalant tone to it. Which you hated. You never knew if he did this because he cared and wanted to stay or just for the fun of it. “I ain’t asking anything from you, so you can’t come here askin’ anything from me.”
Benny was so close to your face, his hand wasn’t really gripping your neck tightly but he was holding you hard enough to scare you.
“I ain’t gonna let you go around like one of them loose women. You’re mine. Mine. You get it?” Benny whispered in your ear.
But you wanted this to end. For your son.
“I ain’t doing this because I don’t love you. I do it for my son.”
“I really don’t give a shit about your son. Never did and never will, doll.” Benny scoffed. “I should listen to what you’ve told me, give you a baby so you can finally shut up. So that I’ll never be able to fully leave you.”
Benny placed his knee in between your legs, pressing it against your core. Making you shiver, most of the time, Benny having you by the neck turned you on immediately, and it was working right now.
“You don’t want me to leave, do you?” Benny purred in your ear. “No words now? Did the cat get your tongue?”
Benny leaned in and kissed your lips, the friction of his knee with your core sent shivers across your body. You wanted to rip off his clothes, and so he did. He ripped open your shirt, those cheap buttons didn’t stand a chance.
“How many times have I told you I hate these clothes? Mhm?” Benny whispered. It was a two piece set, the sleeveless button shirt and the matching shorts. It was a look that was in right now, you had wanted to fit in. Albeit, Benny didn’t enjoy it. “You want everyone to look, don’t ya? Everyone. There’s a reason why I got you that jacket.”
Benny pulled you to the couch, throwing you into it. The jacket was the one that had ‘Property of Benny’ in the back, made you wear it every time there was a meeting.
Benny got rid of his colors, his jacket and vest on the floor as well as his worn out white tshirt, he got on top of you. His lips finding their way to yours, you tasted the whisky on his lips, made you hum. You were enjoying how aggressive he got at times.
His hand traveled from your hair to your breast, squeezing it through your bra, you moaned on his lips, your back trying to arch but his body blocked you from doing so. Then his hand traveled all the way to inside your shorts, his touch feather-like as he caressed you over your underwear, your toes curled up at the feeling, you shivered once again.
“My doll is so desperate. I thought she wanted me to leave.” He kept rubbing you over your underwear. You let out breathy moans.
You wanted to deny it. But you couldn’t even speak properly. He wasn’t even doing anything extreme and you were already losing it.
He worked with his hands, he was so masculine. The smell of Marlboro Red filled your nostrils. It made you so— ugh. You couldn’t get enough of it, or him. Even if part of you hated it, there was something about him that you couldn’t reject.
“I’m gonna make sure— everyone in the fuckin’ street knows who you belong to. Alright?” Benny grunted as he undid his pants, he was as hard as he ever was when he’s with you.
And to be fair, your ex-in laws lived next door. You were in for a ride as soon as he pulled down your shorts and underwear. His boxers came down as well.
“Don’t be quiet.” Benny said, as he filled you up with his cock in one swift thrust.
“Motherfucker!” You moaned out loudly, loud enough to blush afterwards. You saw his smirk.
He liked how he got to you. How much you were willing to put up from him. His thrusts were anything but gentle, the sound of skin slapping, moaning and grunting filled the living room.
“You like it? Hmm?” Benny asked as he relentlessly fucked you in the couch, but this want his favorite position, not at all. He found it boring to say the least.
Your eyes were rolling back, your mouth open and filthy noises escaped your lips, your nails digging into his shoulders.
“Move.” He said as he pulled out of you, you whimpered when you stopped feeling his cock. Damn, that’s how much you needed him.
Eventually he manhandled you, he threw you around until you were in all fours. He was behind you and without any sort of mercy, he pounded into you from behind, his cock filling you up, giving you pleasure like no other.
“Benny… p-please” You whined, it was too much, he was too much. All of him.
“What? I’m sorry, can’t hear you.” Benny said, as his hand reached to grab your throat, squeezing the air you had.
It was the adrenaline of having no air combined with the pleasure of it. It gave you too much ecstasy. You didn’t even remember the last time he fucked you like this.
“I’ll leave whenever I want.” Benny whispered in your ear as he kept choking you, you tried to grasp on whatever air was possible. But it was in vain, and after a while, he withdrew his hand from your throat and slowly made its way down to your clit.
That was your breaking point and you couldn’t hold back your moans anymore. Every moan that came out of you came from the deepest of your soul.
His hand worked wonders on your clit, making you feel overstimulated, waiting for that usual feeling for being close to the edge.
“Keep… g-going” you managed to mutter through the moans. As his cock kept filling you up, you knew no guy could ever compare to him.
Not even one. And you didn’t even dare to think of it. Afraid that he could read your mind and get mad.
“We’re gonna have a baby. So you won’t ever kick me out again. So that your brat of a son— knows his place.” Benny kept going even faster and harder, it seemed like he was on the edge. “And so that photographer son of a bitch knows that you’re taken.”
“Benny!” You yelled as Benny hit that sweet spot of yours, pleasure erupted as you finished, your muscles relaxing immediately.
He kept fucking you, for at least a minute more before you heard his voice falter, his breath ragged. “Oh, f-fuck…”
Benny filled you up, made sure to not waste a single drop of his cum. After all, he wanted you heavy with his baby in a few months. He couldn’t wait to see your son’s face. That little brat. Knowing his mommy wouldn’t get rid of him.
“So good for me…” Benny leaned over you, whispering in your ear. “If you tell me to do anything ever again, I’ll do the opposite. Okay?”
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(Ramos) [A:3 C:54] [TW: Child harmed.]
(You washed your hands nervously. Are you going crazy? No, no you're not. You're SURE you're not. It's, just, just your mind craft getting stronger! Okay? Okay? O-okay. . .)
(Okay!)
(OKAY!)
(You dry your hands. Garden work is dirty, and you doubt Odile wants grimey hands on her head, heh. You walk back to the living room, Mirabelle and Odile chatting happily. The latter had her notebook and pen ready and waiting.)
(Mirabelle turned around as you walked in, a big smile on her face.) "Ramos!!"
"Uh-" (You start-)
(She cuts you off.) "So can you do mind reading now?!? Like telepathy?!? That's, that's SO COOL!!!"
"Mirabelle, please." (Odile comes to your rescue.) "I'm sure Ramos is quite overwhelmed already."
"R-right, sorry." (Mirabelle cleared her throat.) "I'm, just very excited!"
"T-that's fair, haha." (You fiddle with your bandana as you go sit down.) "Uh, thanks for, offering to help Odile."
"Ha! It's nothing. I'm curious on how exactly it works."
"Me too, hah. . U-uh, Mira you, well, I might read your thoughts if you stick around. Is that alright?"
"That's fine!" (She bounced her leg all excited.)
"Aaaalrrright! Uh. . . S-so uh. ." (You look away, then back.) "O-kay, I'll, just relax, and if I hear your thoughts I'll, let you know? Right?"
"Exactly." (Odile clicked a pen and picked up her notebook.) "Now, let us begin."
"Okay." (You take a breath, and lean back in the chair. Breathing, breathing, relax, and listen. Tune out the world around you, the sights, the sounds, the. . . The. . .)
(. . . . . . .)
(Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven-) (Oh I wonder if they'll think I'm weird if they go into my head?!? I don't know if there's anything weird in there but-) (thirteen, fourteen-)
"S-seven, seven seconds." (You keep your eyes closed as you speak.)
"Hmm, interesting." (You heard the scribble of a pen.) "Did you only hear my counting?"
"I uh, heard Miras thoughts too."
"H-HUH?!?" (Mirabelles voice sounded some mix of excited and worried.) "W-was, was it anything weird?!?"
"N-nono It's okay! It's okay!" (You take another breath, focus, focus.) "Just, okay, gimmie a second to, get back there-"
"What're you doing?" (Bonnie walked in from the kitchen.)
"O-oh!" (Mira turned and waved.) "Ramos was testing their mind craft with us!"
"Want to join us, Boniface?" (Odile offers.)
"NO!" (Bonnie pouted.) "Stupid, have fun being weird."
(They stormed past you all and walked up stairs.)
". . . . ." (You rub your shoulder.) ". . . A-are, they. . ?"
"Bonnie hasn't been sleeping well." (Odile sighs.) "Don't take it personally, Nille thinks we should see a professional about it."
"R-right. . ."
". . . Let's continue."
"Alright." "O-okay-"
(You breathe in, breathing. . . Focus. . .) (Four, five, six, seven, hello Ramos.)
"Hi Odile." (You laugh a little.) "Four seconds this time."
"Hah!" (More scribbling.) (We'll have to try more trials on this later.) (Okay okay s-so they can, read your mind! O-okay! You can be normal about that! U-uh. . .) (Hmm, how clear is it? How easy is it to tell thoughts apart?)
"I can tell them apart, it takes a second but I can, i-it's actually pretty clear." (You breathe.) (Interesting. This could be very useful Ramos-) (I-I wonder if, uh, do you think it would be okay to try think talking to them? Through the mind?) {OF COURSE. IT SHOULD BE FINE.}
(?!?!?!?!??!?!?!)
(You sit up, looking between Odile and Mirabelle, confused. That was a voice, third voice. It was incredibly similar to Mirabelles, but just different enough. . . Ah crab. . .)
". . . Everything alright, Ramos?" (Odile squinted at you.)
"U-uh. . . I-I mean. ." (You ruffle your hair, take a breath.) "Did, did either of you, talk to someone in your head."
". . . No. I didn't." (Odile glances at Mirabelle.)
"I-I, uhm, I don't think so?" (She looks nervously between the two of you.)
"Don't think so, Mirabelle?" (Odile turned to you) "What did you hear."
(Change. . .) "Well, it felt like, Mirabelle was asking someone if it's okay to think talk to me? And someone responded?"
"Oh!" (Mira perked up.) "O-oh yes! I just ask myself questions like that sometimes! A lot of the time for if I need to check if it's alright to ask something."
(You and Odile give each other a look.)
". . . I-it's, it's not plural things! I think." (Mirabelle taps her chin.) "I always feel like me, the voice that responds is similar to mine, it doesn't really, well, show up until I'm asking myself questions. Kind of like some, self check?"
"Hmm, I have an idea. . . But there's one sure way to check." (Odile gestured to you.) "Mind taking a look?"
"U-uh, if, Mira's okay with it?" (You look at her, she nods.) ". . O-okay, then."
(You walk over to where she was, she sat up straight, one hand rubbing her leg nervously.) "J-just, what do, I, need to do?"
"Just, just breathe, and try and relax, okay?" (You hold out a hand.) "I just need a peek, hand is fine."
"Okay. . ." (She sat back and gave you her hand. You took it. You both breathe in. . . . . . . And out. . . . . . .)
(You tune out the world around you, let it all melt away. You heard Odiles thoughts briefly, but they passed as well. You focus on Mirabelle. On her mind. . .)
(. . . Okay, back in her head. Just, a mess of shades, weirdness, abstraction. Like, flowers, like scents, like plums. . . You float around. There's blobs of, of something. You don't know what it was, it was some, mind stuff. . .)
(Despite the strange, abstract nature of her mind, it's still, well, normal? Not everyone had a mindscape. Not like you or Siffrin. So when you don't have a mindscape it usually just looks like a void, or abstract, or something.)
(You turn, hearing something. . . No, nothing.)
(Last time you were in Mirabelles mind, the only thing here was that sadness. And even then, it was just a knot of emotions. Strings of memory and feelings knotted into a scribble. It moved through the mindspace, bouncing around.)
(Was it still-)
(You were grabbed and thrown into some abstract cloud, which solidified onto a giant drop of water which you stood on. Looking up, your attacker landed in front of you.)
{WHY. HERE.}
(That, THAT SADNESS AGAIN?!? It looked like before, but, more unique? Different? But also it looked. . . Only, half there. Blurry. Why, is it-)
{WHY HERE. THREAT? REMEMBER YOU. SHOULD BE GONE.} (W-what's going on?!? Is, i-is, Ramos okay?!?)
(Mirabelles voice! Or, mind. R-right, she can't hear your thoughts back. You speak softly to not lose focus.) "That. . . Sadness-"
{THREAT, MIND INVADER, SHOULDN'T BE HERE.} (N-NONO!! WAIT!! THAT'S A FRIEND!! You open your eyes.) "R-Ramos?!? Are you okay?!?"
(You felt a little shaky, the sadness was looking at you, it tilted its head.) "I, calm. Breathe. I'm okay."
{. . . . . TRUST THEM?} (I, okay, calm down. Y-yes! Yes, they're, they're my friend! I, o-oh Change this is weird. Am, I, are you, really there?!?)
(The sadness was silently looking at you. {. . . .} You felt weird hearing it's thoughts. It was so, quiet.)
{. . . . YES. AND NO. TALK BACK. GIVE OPINION, TELL YOU, TO EXPRESS YOURSELF.} (. . E-express, myself?)
(Uh. . . So, you're here, but, I can see you're all, blurry. Fuzzy. Like a lot of this place, not, fully there. . .)
{. . . I. AM NOT. LIKE. YOU.} {HUMAN. ALTER. HEADMATE. MIND. SOUL.} {NOT. A. LIFE.}
(That's. . . . .)
". . . Well, it's, good to know you're there, helping, right?" (You talk aloud, so Mirabelle and Odile can hear.)
{HELPING. . .} (W-well, I think you're helping! I get indecisieve a lot a-and, I ask myself questions, a-and you answer them! They're helpful answers!) {. . . . . .}
(The sadness dissappeared, leaving you alone again in the headspace. You let go of Miras hand and shake your head.) "Hoh. . . O-okay."
"Everything alright, Ramos?" (Odile leaned forward.)
"Y-yeah, I'm good." (You stand up, rubbing your eye.) "That was. . . Something."
"I, I-I'm sorry Ramos." (Mira looks away.) "I, I didn't, want you to get hurt."
"It's fine, Mira!" (You chuckle.) "I, I think it's, actually just being, friendly? Protective? It doesn't seem like-"
"Hey do you guys know where Bonnie went?" (Nille popped her head in from the kitchen.) "Oop- sorry, did I interrupt?"
"No it's fine, Pétronille." (Odile gestured to the stairs.) "They went upstairs."
"Thanks! Have to ask them something." (Nille waved and headed up.)
". . . Continue, Ramos."
"O-oh! Right, uh, it didn't act like any of Sifs headmates. And your mindscape isn't anything like theirs, either." (You rub your head, thinking.) "So. . . Not a plural thing, so, what is it?"
"Hmmmm." (Odile wrote a few things down, then flipped through her book.) ". . . . . . You don't get memory loss? Personality changes? Imagining yourself as a different version of yourself?"
"No, nope, and no." (Mira nods with each answer.)
"Hmm, then. . . Not memory, nor personality. . . No real mindscape either." (Odile turns a page, reading from her own notes before stopping, and tapping her book.) "It could be a form of Daemonism. A way to organize ones thoughts, talking to oneself by forming an other persona, even."
". . . Huh!" (Mirabelle thinks for a moment.) ". . . That, fits? I think? I do do that. I didn't realize it wasn't, normal?"
"That's fine." (You chuckled.) "You have a little daemon, I have a mindscape, it's fine even if it's not normal."
"You have a mindscape?" (Odile and Mirabel ask together.)
"Yeah? It's a greenhouse." (You tilt your head.) "Did I never tell you?"
"No! That's really cool!" (Mira was excited again.) "Wait does that make you like Siffrin then?!?"
"Not necessarily." (Odile smirked.) "I have one also. A grand library. But, that does make me curious about your Ramos-
"BONNIE!!!!!!"
(The three of you jump to your feet. You bolt to the stairs, ready to jump up three at a time. Nille however, was already running down, Bonnie in her arms, a, a bright, shade coming from their mouth.)
(You freeze for a fraction of a second before instead bolting to the front door and slamming it open.) "W-what happened?!?!?"
"I, I-I DON'T KNOW?!?" (Nille runs out the door, skids to a stop, turns to you.) "Medhouse?!? Where?!?!"
"J-just follow me!!" (You're off like lightning. Looking back, Nille was right behind you, Odile, Mirabelle, and Isabeau not far behind. Oh right, he was clearing your room for you, and definitely heard the scream.)
(You take a second to look at Bonnie. They were so tough for a preteen, but they looked so, small. . . That shade. . .)
(Look ahead. You look ahead. Don't look at anything else, just, guide them, to the medhouse. You're in a rhythm, your feet pounding on the stone below you. Your element. Siffrin was fast, sure, but you were an endurance runner.)
(Change, the medhouse was still, far! You had to hurry, speed up, but, you look behind you. Blind it all Mira and Odile were already falling behind, Nille was looking tired, Isa could keep up for now, but. .)
"L-let me!" (You slow down a bit and get next to Nille.) "I'll run ahead, faster, please!"
"I-" (Nille stares at you for a moment. Her hair a mess, her face a painting of fear, before she nods.) "I, I trust you."
(She hands you Bonnies barely conscious body, and you're off. You hold them close, letting your body sway and bounce with your feet under you. You pulled away from the others.)
(Bonnie was breathing, they're alive, they're okay. You, stars you shouldn't think about what happened. Why they, they're like this all of a sudden.)
"OUTTA THE WAY!!!" (You were coming up on a busy part of town.) "EMERGENCY OUTTA THE WAY!!!!!"
(Thank the stars people moved. You kept up the speed, your lungs starting to complain, your legs grumbling in annoyance, but you didn't care. Bdum, bdum, bdum, bdum, just focus on the ground, and the world, and your destination.)
(If you didn't know any better, you would have thought you left sparks when you skidded to a halt outside the medhouse. You jump forward and burst in the door.)
"HELP!! EMERGENCY!!!!"
(It didn't take long for a doctor- Gina, to rush through. Seeing Bonnie in your arms, he gestures you to follow him to the back.)
"W-what happened?!?" (He asks as you both move quickly.)
"I-I don't know!! They, they're bleeding, from the mouth, and, u-uh" (You follow him into one of the rooms, and place Bonnie on the bed inside.)
"Alright, just, let me." (Gina holds up a hand, you step back.)
(You watch him work, feeling Bonnies pulse, stethoscope to their chest. . . Your eyes flick around the room, trying to distract yourself. Bed, window, desk There's a table with a Change God statue, and above that, copper disk, with. . .)
". . . They'll be alright." (Gina says eventually, you let out a sigh of relief.) "I have, a lot of things to check. You can wait in the lobby if you want."
"O-okay. . ." (You stand up and go to the door.) ". . Their sister will be here soon, what should I. . ."
"I'll come get you once I'm done." (He glances at you.) "They'll be okay. Promise."
"Thank you. . ." (You nod, and walk out. Taking a second to breathe. In, out. In, out. . .)
(You hear someone yelling in the lobby, right, she's here. You walk back to the front quickly, opening the door back to the lobby to see Nille pacing and practically pulling her hair out.)
(As soon as she saw you, she ran over and grabbed your vest. Her eyes were wide with fear, desperation, anticipation. She didn't even say anything, her face asked it all.)
"They're okay." (You reply, softly.)
(She stares at you, then breaks into tears. Burying her head in your shirt. You could feel the relief, the lingering fear, the uncertainty. You could feel the bundle of emotions that were too complex to describe.)
(You put your arms around her. It'll be okay, they'll be okay, it'll be okay. . .)
(. . . You close your eyes. You couldn't get that vision out of your head. Little Bonbon, Bonnie, Boniface, with that weird shade dripping from their mouth. With all the nightmares they've been having. . .)
(. . . They'll be okay for now. But you had to find out why this was happening, so they'll be okay for longer.)
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rozemarynthyme · 2 months ago
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~looking for long-term rp partners~
hi hii! anyone interested in writing fluffy, angsty, slowburn romance?
give me unrequited love, best friends realizing they have feelings for each other a little too late, almost-lovers, slowburns full of pining and longing gazes, enemies to lovers, long lost loves finding each other again, red string of fate tropes– i love them all!
i'm open to (modern/high) fantasy, greek mythos inspired plots, ghibli-like whimsy plots, supernatural, SoL with darker twists to them, fairytale retellings, apocalyptic settings, and so on!
a few ideas (everything open to mumu btw):
☆ a tragic, war-torn second prince x the court jester (bonus points if he is not what he seems to be/is an assassin/enemy in disguise)
☆ a high fantasy rp inspired by the mortal instruments or poj. give me cruelly righteous angels, tricky faes, forgotten gods, witty, dangerous demons, sarcastic and territorial forest nymphs— a world where we can build our own magic systems and come up with rich lore, weave in drama and emotion into over-reaching plot ideas
☆ a popular boxer who is a big fanboy of an underground band and probably has a secret little crush on the guitarist (my oc)
ridiculous rumors floating around about the two, fangirls out there making wild conspiracy theories about them, while the boys have secret rendezvous behind everyone's back, crushing silly on each other but maintaining the 'we're just friends' with maximum dedication (and miserably failing), mutual admiration, painful yearning, longing gazes—please give me pathetic boys in lovee
☆ a slice-of-life plot with an elitist x eat the rich trope (for the main couple). a story centered around an uni setting where its just 20-something year olds being hot messes.
soo down for friend groups who are basically found family, a story discussing real life struggles, mental health issues, possible abusive/strained home life, misunderstandings, ANGST, PINING, slowburns!
☆ a priestess (my oc Celeste) who is on the run with a massive bounty on her head. a living weapon, they call her. maybe there is a prophecy involved, maybe a particular superpower wants to monopolize her powers for themself to commit atrocities or to fulfill an over-reaching goal of theirs.
enemies to lovers, antagonistic characters pit against each other, possible stockholm syndrome, one corrupting the other but the priestess gradually grows to become just as unhinged and dangerous (pliss gimmie an antagonistic power couple!!)
☆ anything you want! tell me about the plot ideas you've been wanting to write! yap to me about your ocs!
if you enjoy ooc chatter, gushing over ocs, making mood boards and playlists, bouncing back and forth with our musings and ideas, and headcanons– please hit me up!
(ps. much appreciated if you could give my pinned post a read before interacting ^^)
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jimbooooo0oo · 3 months ago
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Friday
This my first tumblr fic so it could definitely be better but yea. I wrote this in a frenzy last night hope you guys enjoy.
7:36pm, Friday night and Mark is curled up in your bed swiping through William's instagram story (when the fuck did he get so many friends?). Your at your desk playing some video game (there are way to many of them to keep track of). Mark was about to switch to snap but then you say
"Holy shit! Mark you have to see this."
"Alright alright"
Mark untangles himself from your favorite blanket and lazily pushes himself off your bed.
"Fuck I died. Lemme see if I can get back there"
Mark laughs and pulls out the extra chair at your desk before plopping himself down in it.
"What did you want to show me?"
"I'm gettn' there"
From the looks of it you were playing… sonic? That blue thing looked a lot like him anyway. Your playing a city level and… dying. A shit ton. You play the first part on this really bendy highway (how the fuck is anyone supposed to drive on that shit?) pretty much perfectly and then you bounce of this little red thing and then launch yourself into floating ball of spikes and the swear like a sailor. Mark's heard the opening cords of the level music like 5-7 times before you finally make it past the spikes of death. You do a lot of launching and flipping (since when was sonic this loud?) before entering a domed highway.
"What did you wanna show me?"
"So like there's this cool tech, idk if I can do it tho"
"Oh ok"
Mark looks down at his phone, 7:56. He rests his chin in the palm of his hand and looks back up at your computer screen. Your at a part of the level with a ton of spikes (why are there so many spikes???). You're trying to avoid a wall of em and end up dying.
"Fuckn' shitty ass fuckn'" you mumble more curses and restart. Pause the game and take off your headphones and turn up the game volume. The next 15 minutes are kinda a blur. You start messing up earlier and Eve texts him about chem today (their chem basically shit himself in front of them and curtly excused him), so safe to say Mark was only half paying attention. He did notice when you straighten out your posture he got to hear more of the music, so that was probably helping.
"Babe look up"
"Huh?"
You've stopped on a rooftop and start pointing to stuff on screen and animatly explained what the tech you'd found was. That was interesting, sounded difficult but Mark was definitely (totally) staring at your biceps rn. All that time in the gym with we'd spent was finally paying off (it was really cute how shy you were when he suggested the idea).
"Are you listening"
"I'm staring at your arms."
You wrinkle your nose and grumble a thanks while trying to hide your smile (failing miserably) before returning to your game.
"Can I try it out"
"uh, sure"
You get up and mark takes your seat. Maybe it's because you were getting the hang of the level and making it look easy but he kinda forgot that he's god awful at video games. he fuck ups and dies over the first pit, shit.
no no, gimmie one more try.
He launches into the ball of spikes and dies, 5 more times. He mumbling curses cause like, why is this so hard?
"Since when did you start cursing so much Mark?"
"Since we started dating. Your a bad influence"
Mark gets to a LINE (why is there a LINE of them after having to get past one. Mark is NOT built for this) of spike balls. He looks down on the keyboard and hesitantly presses jump. Sonic launches into the spikes and he fucking dies.
"I'm just a fucking boy, babe"
"and you proved my point"
Mark gives you a kiss on the cheek before getting up from your seat, he's had enough video games for the next 3 months tbh.
Hope you liked it. idk if I'll be taking requests atp. If ur curious about the level they're playing, it's skyscraper scamper act 1-2 from sonic unleashed. Beenn on a recompiled kick recently and had a burst of inspiration while playing.
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darkboysroadtrip · 2 days ago
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QUICK WHAT IS EVERYONES FURSONAS?
"Oh!" Roman exclaims sparkling with enthusiasm, "hold on I'll draw a quick sketch!" and he rushes off to the car.
"How much you guys wanna bet it's not going to be a quick sketch?" Remus asks.
The metaphorical crickets can be heard over all the bids no one is making.
"Aw what no one?" Remus pouts.
"We know when there's a losing battle" Virgil smirks as he too seems to be sketching.
"Wait are we drawing our guys?" Remus makes grabby hands at Virgil, "gimmie a piece of paper!"
Virgil rips a paper from his sketch book to hand it to Remus.
Thomas makes his way over to watch Remus' scribbling, "whas a fursoma?" he asks.
"It's an animal but it's you..." as Remus keeps explaining the furry thing Dee pipes up.
"I... am not great at drawing" he says, "so I'm not doing that - but I will tell you that my fursona is what I call a Snakeshifter."
When he doesn't explain further Logan prompts him, "and would you like to divulge what that entails?"
"If I must - it looks like a snake at first but can shapeshift any part of its body at a whim."
"Oh that's pretty cool!" Patton complements.
Dee smiles, "I know, but thank you."
"I'm done!" Remus shouts, "take a gander at this guy!"
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"He's a Ratopus!" Remus grins, "and you may be saying: 'Remus! there's only seven limbs there!' no I didn't forget one, you see the eighth one is his dick and yes, it is a tentacle."
"That's creative" Patton says, "his design is cute in a scrugley way, like one of those small dogs! or a trashy possum!"
"Aw, thank you!" Remus beams.
Thomas laughs, "he looks stinky and funny!"
"Awww" Remus' beaming becomes more touched, "that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my little guy!"
Thomas bounces with excitement, "can I have a little guy too!?"
"Fuck yeah you can!" Remus matches Thomas' energy, "let's get some ideas rolling while these dorks talk about theirs" Remus thumbs towards Patton and Logan as he sits on the ground to help the child figure out his fursona.
"Great segue there" Virgil murmurs still sketching.
Patton snickers, "I'll take it! mine is a binturong! but it's blue with tan and pink accents! and cute accessories! I'd draw him out for ya but" he rubs his neck with a little laugh, "we'd be here for hours if I did!"
"Maybe you can later" Virgil approaches with sketchbook in hand, "I uh finished mine."
"I can do that! good idea Virge! and also yay! can we see?"
"Sure man" Virgil smirks and holds out his book.
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"Wow" Patton whispers, "that's spooky!"
"Good" Virgil smiles, "he's a cryptid mix of Mothman and a Black Shuck - my two favorite cryptids."
"Do either of those have three eyes?" Logan asks.
"Well... no but Mothmans eyes are iconic and Black Shucks are sometimes depicted with one eye so I mushed em."
"That's interesting, I should look more in to cryptids sometime."
"Oh dude! they're so cool you totally should!" Virgil gushes, "ah - uh but we're talking fursonas, do you have one?"
"I think I will and yes I do which happens to be a boar of russet colouring - they're very intelligent and hardy and they're usually not very well treated."
"That's... a great pick Lo" Virgil says, "how come none of us have talked about this before? it's a shared interest."
"Oh! we should all go to a con someday!" Patton claps fervently.
"Fantastic idea Pattycake!" Roman shouts as he makes his way back to the group, "now I've doodled my sona as quickly as I can so he might not be perfect but I can't be perfect all the time - that would rob everyone else and I don't wanna be greedy."
"Of course not" Virgil deadpans.
"Shush you, here's my drawing!"
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"He's a lion dragon hybrid with all of my princliness!"
"That is much more than just a doodle" Virgil and Dee say at the same time.
"You're so flattering, it's merely a sketch" Roman puffs up.
"You're delusional" Dee remarks with jest.
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dominimoonbeam · 1 year ago
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DOMINI!! HOW ARE YOU!!
may i ask for
oh, don't be cute.
wait, did you just say that i'm cute?
putting on lip gloss/balm before the kiss, having fun sharing different flavors
with david and darlin pleaseee?? thank youuu ♥️♥️♥��♥️
ZOZO!!!! Okay, this was great and soo much fun! Thank you!! I hope you like how it turned out. <3 <3 <3 You're amazing, thank you so much for the ask!!
David/Darlin
tags: first kiss, prompt fic, a little tipsy, idiots in love
Coconut.
The warehouse was trashed from the pack party but David couldn’t quite muster the energy to care. It was almost four in the morning. He should start sending them home… really he should have done that an hour ago. Several of the pack were already passed out on the couches or the floor. He knew they kept some bedding at the warehouse but he hadn’t realized it was quite this much. They’d basically built a nest.
Fuck it. They could sleep here. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about them all getting home safely. He closed his eyes, arms folded across his chest and body settling into the couch. He could make breakfast in the morning. That would be nice.
The couch bounced when someone plopped down next to him.
He didn’t have to open his eyes to know who it was. He could feel their aura against his. Loyal, sharp, quick to anger, quick to run, brave, but so damn scared. His nose wrinkled, eyes still closed. “Why do you smell like coconut?”
He felt them shrug, their arm against his.
David opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Darlin. Their eyes were half-lidded. They’d been riding their buzz for the last hour or two. His gaze flicked to their mouth and the gloss on their lips.
“This was all Milo had,” they explained with another shrug.
David nodded, watching their lips move as they spoke. He was riding a buzz too. Their mouth was lush. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? He’d been crushing on this idiot for years but never really noticed those lips... They’d been flirting for months now. Asher didn’t think Darlin really thought they were flirting though. He was probably right.
David uncurled his arms and held out a hand, palm up, doing gimmie fingers.
Darlin grinned. “You want some?”
“Hn.” He wanted it.
Something mischievous lit their eyes and they tipped their chin up, offering their lips, eyes always on him, daring him to get some.
David smiled despite all efforts not to. “Oh, don’t be cute.” Don’t tempt me, he thought.
Darlin laughed and looked away, sinking back against the cushions next to him, shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. “Wait. Did you just say that I’m cute?” They turned their head to look at him again, surprise hitting late.
David was looking back, their faces close. He saw the moment Darlin realized it and heard their pulse jump. Their gaze flicked down to his mouth. They didn’t pull away, but forced a sideways smile that made him think they were about to say something self-deprecating to cut the tension…
“No one would call me cute, Davey.”
Yep. He didn’t look away. “I did. Want me to call you more names?” he asked, deadpan and patient.
Their eyes widened a fraction and he could practically hear the battle in their mind, wanting to egg him on, wanting to know what he would say, but not wanting to risk it either. They nodded once. The whole warehouse was a hive of activity but it all faded.
“You bite hard, you’re brave, and your mouth is really pretty.”
Darlin’s eyes were as wide as he’d ever seen them and their smile was an explosion. “Fuck you, you did not just say my mouth was pretty!”
David ignored all of his own nerves and the heat climbing his face. He wasn’t going to look away from this. “I said really pretty.”
“You’re messing with me, Shaw.”
He finally smiled, because how could he not when they served it up like that? “I’ll mess with you if you want, any time… if you’re willing to share your chapstick.”
Darlin stared, practically gawked, seeming to realize again just how close they were sitting. “You’re drunk,” they said in way of explanation.
David just watched them, waiting. He was tipsy, sure, but he wasn’t drunk and they knew it. Their eyes flicked to his lips again. He wanted so much to close that distance but he couldn’t. He needed them to make that move.
His heart beat faster when the leaned in, his hands curling into fists against his own arms to keep from grabbing at them right away. They kissed him so softly, lips sticky with that coconut chapstick. For a split second after, he felt the flutter of uncertainty in them, not regret for kissing but fear that it was a joke at their expense and they’d fallen for it—that he didn’t feel the same—that he was just messing with them. It all vibrated there across those indescribable threads that connected them.
David reached across and curled a hand behind their neck, pulling them in again and this time kissing them deep enough to taste the pina colada on their tongue. The kiss was long and slow and when it broke he smiled. “So… You like coconut, huh?”
Darlin grinned back. “Don’t you?”
He nodded. He did now.
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karaageandtarts · 14 days ago
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Vinny + Floyd fic
Approximately 800 words last I checked
it is pretty late and I'm sleepy and i wrote this months ago so... shrug lol
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“Really? This thing's a month old and already gettin’ you all crabby?”
“He's 24 days old, to be exact.”
“That’s basically a month old.” Floyd argues, focused on the tiny face poking through the layers of patterns and cute little plush toys. Azul sighs from across the crib, laden with all the weight and exhaustion of a new parent with a newborn.
Floyd gives him a once-over. Such obviously custom-tailored clothing, as Azul usually was currently wearing, was probably not what he was wearing day-to-day on paternity leave to take care of a baby. If anything, he was probably using Floyd's visit as an excuse to wear his regular getup.
“You better be smiling at me that way because you're excited to hold the baby.”
“Mhm… yep. So excited to hold the baby.” Floyd hums, leaning on the edge of the crib and slotting his fingers between the bars, fingers brushing the cute blanket swaddling the baby. Then, he pauses. “Wait, hold the baby? You’re letting me hold the baby?”
Azul tilts his head, nose wrinkled and lips puckered as if Floyd just stated the obvious. “Yes? What about it?”
“You used to never even let us go near your stuff! Now you’re letting me hold your 24-day-old baby!?”
“Stop rocking the crib! You’re going to wake him!” Azul snaps, voice still low. “For one, Vinny is not mere stuff, and two, that was years ago.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure– the baby! Gimmie, gimmie gimmie gimmie!"
Under Azul’s directions, Floyd is allowed to scoop the baby right out of the crib the way one would scoop the meat out of an oyster, blankets and all. Azul’s babbling– support the head, support the bottom, blah blah blah– only stick somewhat as he holds it close, cooing.
It was kind of floppy, to be honest. Now holding the baby, he could tell it was swaddled in a much tighter blanket beneath the first one, but still felt like there was practically nothing at all keeping its limp little body together. Heavier than he thought, though– and warmer.
At first glance, the baby really didn’t look like either of his parents, with decently dark hair and tiny little eyes that were scrunched up tight and reddened around the edges, but was aware from Jade’s excited retelling of his own visit that his eyes were bluer than both his parent’s, too.
He pokes a springy little cheek, a tiny gasp of air escaping its little parted lips. Just bellow them was the same exact beauty mark his dad had.
“He’s pretty sweet. You sure he ain’t a crybaby ‘cause you’re his daddy?”
“I still resent that.” Azul says. One of his hands crowd Floyd’s view as he brushes the fine black hair to make it as neat as he can. One of the wisps of hair stubbornly sticks out, longer than the rest and bent in the middle. “And I assure you, he made sure to exhaust himself before your visit nice and early this morning.”
“Awe. ‘Least you're cute, right, Lil’ Jellyfish?”
“Jellyfish?”
“Sure. Feels and looks like he does as much as a jellyfish. Got his own sting, too.”
He bounces Jellyfishie once to fix his hold, earning a hiccup. His little head tilts back and his limbs push against the swaddle, and Floyd wonders if he’s really going to hear him cry as Azul so bitterly puts it.
Jellyfishie gurgles at Floyd, as if he could sense his curiosity, tiny little nose wrinkling– just the way Azul’s does! Cute.
“I’ll admit, I was caught off guard when I saw for myself just how defenseless human babies are… I was hoping I could evade the stress of having to constantly keep him from drifting away with the current by raising him on land, but I’m afraid I underestimated how frequently he needs attention.” He leans conspiratorially against the crib. “Did you know babies have to learn how to support their own heads before they can crawl?”
“What, seriously?”
“Yes! Imagine if we had to learn to do that before learning to walk? It’d be an entire other endeavor– and I would have been too humiliated to make the attempt at the time.”
Floyd hums, swaying on his feet. “You’re still as determined as you were then, though. And smart. You woulda’ figured out some way to get on land without having to go through that hassle ‘n stuff.”
Azul smiles, tiny creases beneath his eyes evident– most likely a product of the last two week’s or so of sleepless nights, or really just time. Maybe it really sinks in that he’s holding the brand new kid of the guy he’s known since he was a snotty little middle schooler who spent his hours in an octopus pot.
Guy, friend, what the hell, sure. Azul’s still smiling like a dope without a clue. He stretches his arms behind his head almost absentmindedly, his guard low.
“Sevens, it feels good to have a regular conversation that isn’t the baby or Riddle– he and I are just fine, but most of our free time has become dedicated to taking turns with Vinny or catching up on lost sleep…”
“Mmm, Alright. I’ve had my fun, back you go, Lil’ Jellyfish.”
“Agh! That’s not how you tuck a baby in–!”
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lumiheartszz · 1 year ago
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Simpbur x seductive reader
Reader who speaks to him in a voice she uses only for him
Reader who touches him every chance she gets.
Reader who nibbles her lip when making eye contact with him
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YESS WE LOVE SIMPBUR
Also, i love how active you are in my requests gimmie a smooch 🫀 anon
Perfection reincarnated.
Minors DNI !!
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It's the way you speak to him, the way that you use that siren-like, magnetic voice on him as you grab his hair as your tongue entwine in twisted hunger, the way that every little praise you give him makes him salivate with desire, desire for you, desire for how perfectly your walls wrap around him.
"Are you gonna be a good boy while I put your pretty cock in my mouth?"
"Yes, yes, please-- just... nngh... Y-Y/N-!"
When you grab his hoodie strings, he knows it's over for his poor, sensitive body as your thighs hastily straddle him. Your hands roam under his grey hoodie, eagerly touching his now hot skin. Every touch you give him feels like fire to him, effectively heating his face up with a red tint, effectively making his cock jump from how good your touch felt.
"Fuck, you're so hard already..."
"Sh-shit... I-I might cum if you keep touching me like this, Y/N, baby..."
And every time he stares at you, taking in every minor detail, looking you up and down as a painter does with his muse, you look back up at him, your top teeth lightly biting your lower lip as you stare directly at his eyes with wanton desire. It drives him crazy, really, and you know it. Fuck, just looking at you, it overwhelmed him deliciously.
He'd leave kisses on your perfect body, looking up to you as you bounced up and down on his cock. His eyes meet yours, and he pulls you in for a kiss, with you tenderly reciprocating it. Every night would have both pairs of your legs tangled with each other, both bodies being littered with red marks as you two rested under the blankets.
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win-or-loser · 3 months ago
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The River City Mad Dogs
Laurie sat nervously in the passenger seat of her dad's car, holding her new black helmet tightly as they drove to the rink.
"Are you absolutely sure about this, Laurie?" He asked, looking over at her.
"Yes, Dad. It seems interesting."
"I've seen sports clips of the games and they seem violent," he said nervously.
"If I can't handle it, I'll quit. Simple as that..." Laurie sighed softly and looked at her lap.
"I'm just worried about you, Laurie. I know you've been desperate to find a sport, but this just doesn't seem like the right option." He parked the car close to the entrance and turned to her. "I don't-"
"I know! I know. But I'm 13! I can handle it." She gave him a gentle smile and got out of the car. She started putting on her elbow pads and wrist guards as she went in with her dad. She could feel her body bounce with excitement and her stomach churning with unease. Would she be good enough to make the team? She had only been practicing for a month. Technically 3 weeks since she had to gather all the gear and find a large flat area to train on. If the other kids didn't train at all, then she would definitely be the best for the team. But if they had been training their whole lives-
She paused, looking over at the rink as she entered the building. There was a group of women, shoving into each other as two of them raced around the track and tried to break through the wall of other skaters.
"What are they doing?" Her father whispered, leaning down to her.
"It's called a scrimmage," she whispered back. "It's a practice game so they can work on their skills. That girl right there-" She pointed to one of the women with a star on her helmet. "Is called the jammer. The jammer scores the points. That girl-" She pointed to one with a thick stripe on her helmet. "Is the pivot. If the jammer does a star pass, then she's the jammer for the rest of the jam. The rest are blockers, and they have to stop the other team's jammer from getting through the pack, which is a wall of blockers, and earning points."
"I....did not understand half of what you said."
"I'll explain it later."
With all the pointing and whispering they were doing, the women took notice and broke up their scrimmage. One of them skated off the rink and went up to the two of them. "Is everything alright?" She asked, taking out her mouth guard.
"Yeah, my daughter wanted to try out for your junior league," her father said, putting an arm over her shoulder. "We're a little early."
The woman just looked confused. "I-I'm sorry, I don't- Um, we're not- I- Why is she staring at me like that?" She looked down and pointed at Laurie, who stared at her with a hard look.
"I apologize. Laurie, you know-"
"Fightingale!" She smiled and pointed up at her. "Number 99 of the River City Mad Dogs! I knew there was a reason you looked familiar! That move you did it the bout against the New York Nukes was amazing!"
The woman, "Fightingale", smiled slightly. "The apex jump or the move on the outside?"
"The outside. They were just wide open and you zipped on past like- KAPOW! It was amazing!"
Fightingale blushed slightly and tossed her low ponytail over her shoulder. "Well, it's always nice to have a fan."
"I've seen every recorded bout of the team. You guys are awesome!"
"Thank you, sweetheart. I really don't want to be the bearer of bad news, but I don't think we're having tryouts for the junior league."
Laurie's smile dropped. "But... But I saw your flier..."
"You- I- We-" Fightingale sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to gather her words. "I don't know what's going on, but Femme and Queenie didn't say nothing about fliers or tryouts this year. Gimmie a sec. FEMME! QUEEN!" She turned around and skated over to the other women, meeting two of them halfway. As they spoke quietly, Laurie started bouncing excitedly.
"Dad, Dad! That's Femme Fatality and Queen Of The Jammed!" She whispered excitedly. "They're like, the best on the team! Femme Fatality is one of their blockers and no one has gotten past her yet. And Queen is one of their jammers. She scored 58 points in the first half of her first game. She's a Mad Dog legend!" She watched them look over nervously before skating over. "Oh my god, Dad, they're coming over! Be cool!"
Femme went down on one knee, skidding to a stop in front of Laurie while Queen was a foot or so behind. "Hey, sweetie. I'm-"
"Femme Fatality! I saw your bout with the Van Buren Velvet Skaters! I wish I could've been there live!"
Femme smiled brightly. "Well, well, looks like we got a little fan."
Laurie just smiled and blushed, looking down at the ground.
"So, why'd you come out here, kiddo?" Queen asked.
"She wanted to try out for your team," Dan said, since Laurie's words became caught in her throat.
"Sir, unless your daughter has dwarfism, I think she's a little too young for our team..."
"No, your junior league. The tryouts are today, right?"
Queen and Femme look at each other nervously, and Laurie's excitement quickly died down.
"That's- That's the thing. Me and Queenie are the coaches for our junior team and we didn't put out fliers this year."
"Which one did you see, kiddo?" Queen dropped to her knees beside Femme, watching Laurie pull out the crumpled folded up flier from her pocket.
"I saw it on one of the community boards in Peaks Valley." She handed it over to them, watching their faces turn from confusion to nervousness and upset.
"Sweetie, this is last year's flier." Femme handed it back to her sadly. "I thought we took all these down in Peaks, but I guess we missed one. We're not doing tryouts this-"
"I mean, if the kid is good..." Queen said softly.
"We have a full roster."
"Well she probably isn't going to be a pro on Day One," Queen said while rolling her eyes. "We can train her and when she's ready to compete we can rotate your damn roster."
"Language!"
"She's heard 'damn' before!" Queen stood up and skated over the the women resting in the dining area of the rink. "AA-OOH!!"
"AA-OOH!!" The women barked back as if on command.
"Ok, ladies! We're calling off practice a little early today! We have a little impromptu tryout! Go home, get some rest, and Banshee, ice that leg and keep it elevated! We're not taking you to the ER again! Got it?! Got it! Good! GET OUT!"
Everyone started taking off their gear, swapping their skates for sneakers or boots and heading out of the rink. Some of the women gave Laurie a thumbs, or finger guns and a wink, or a simple "you got this, kid." It was only a few short minutes until it was just Laurie, Dan, Femme, and Queen. And one of the other players, who wouldn't take her harsh eyes off the three on the rink.
"Oh, Hex," Queen tried to say. "You can head out if you want. Practice is over."
"I wanna see what the kid's got."
"....o-kay..." Queen turned back to Laurie, taking a brief look at her clipboard. "You know there are 4 levels of Junior Roller Derby."
"Yes, ma'am." Laurie stood stiffly in the middle of the rink, listening to her intently.
"Each level is marked with different skills and shows the progress you made."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now, we're not expecting you to be Level 4 immediately, we just wanna see how far you have to go and how much one-on-one you'll need before you're ready for a game."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Skate around the track. When I call out a skill, I want you to try and do it. Simple enough?"
Laurie was already skating around the track before she finished talking. "Yes, ma'am!"
Queen smiled as she watched Laurie, already taking the correct stance. "I like you! I can tell you're gonna be my favorite!"
"You can't have favorites, Queenie."
"I can and it's her! Single knee taps."
Laurie slammed her right knee down, her pad hitting the wooden floor of the rink, and bounced back up before she came to a stop. She did the same with her left, continuing to skate around the rink.
"Double Knee Fall."
She dropped her right knee, then her left, coming to a stop and up on her skates in the blink of an eye.
"Four Point Fall."
She fell to her knees, her hands turning to fists and going out in front of her as her wrist guards hit the floor. And again, she was up in the blink of an eye.
Laurie continued to skate, doing every skill to the best of her ability for the next 30 minutes or so. She was sweating profusely and breathing hard, trying to keep herself calm and steady her nerves. She had to get on the team...
"Alright," Queen pulled out her phone as she started to speak. "Last test is to time your laps. For Level 1, you have to skate 8 laps in 2 minutes, about 15 seconds per lap. Think you can do it?"
Laurie panted softly. "I'll try."
"Get to the line and we'll count you down."
Laurie wet to the red line, taking a deep breath and getting into the right stance. Their voices became muffled, barely hearing "go" as she took off on the taped down track. Her legs felt numb and her skates felt heavy as she raced around as fast as she could. Just look straight ahead, keep going, don't stop until they say-
"And stop!"
Laurie stood up and did a T Stop, panting as the coaches looked at her time. She felt her nerves buzzing as Queen tilted her phone to Femme and Hex, writing something down on a clipboard. Femme's eyes widened and Hex just looked up at her.
"We kinda timed it wrong on our end. Could you redo it for us?"
"Yeah, yeah!" Laurie went back to the line and at the shout of "go", off she went again. It felt longer this time, pumping her legs as she tried to go as fast as she could.
"Stop!"
Laurie went into another T Stop, watching as they all look shocked.
"One more time, sweetie.
Laurie sighed and went back to the line. If she didn't have a mouth guard in, she'd definitely chew a hole through her lip from the nerves. Was she no good enough?
"Go!"
She raced off again, going as fast as she could and trying to hold off tears. She definitely went past 8 laps this time, and they seemed to be time her a lot longer. What was going on?
"Stop!"
She did another T Stop and watched nervously.
"Jesus motherlovin' Christ..."
"Hey, kid." Hex looked away from the phone and gestured for her to come over. "How long have you been training?"
"Umm..." Laurie skated over. "About a month?"
Hex rolled her eyes. "Don't lie. How long?"
Laurie held her head in shame. "3 weeks..."
"And I'm the Queen of England. How? Long?" Hex asked firmly.
"She's telling the truth," Dan cut in. "She's been doing this for 3 weeks."
Hex looked back at the phone in total shock. "What the fuck..."
"Language. Sweetie, you got faster times than any of the other girls on the team. We time you for all three levels."
Laurie looked up in shock. "Really?"
"See for yourself." Queen turned her clipboard around and showed her the times. 8 laps in 58 seconds, 15 laps in 2 minutes and 47 seconds, and 27 laps in 3 minutes and 54 seconds. "I mean, you're not necessarily the best. There's a few skills we need to work on with you. But you're definitely fit to be a jammer."
"Really?" Laurie smiled brightly and bounced slightly in her skates.
"Of course!" Femme copied her bright smile.
"We don't joke about this stuff." Queen smirked and crossed her arms.
Hex leaned forward and held out her hand. "Welcome to the River City Mad Pups."
Laurie giggled and happily shook her hand. "Thank you so much!"
"Practice is on Fridays and Saturdays at 5," Queen said. "We expect you to attend at least one practice a week, but we'd rather have you a both, ya know?"
"I'll walk here if I have to!" Laurie said excitedly.
Queen just laughed and shook her head. "Have you picked a derby name and number yet? We can get your game jerseys ready by next practice."
Laurie's smile couldn't get bigger if she tried. "Assault and Pepper, Number 4."
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mikash91 · 4 months ago
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Beato: Teacheeeeeeeer, please gimmie a hint to beat Battler!
Virgilia: Have you considered bouncing on it?
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timothyslucy · 6 months ago
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so far my first impressions of the new rookie's....
seth is so precious i just wanna put him in my pocket, he's literally just a baby. and he's my baby! i'm gonna protect him with my life. 🥺💕🤏
miles is so hot, like... so fucking sexy, especially with that southern drawl of his. just gimmie one chance☝️ to bounce around on him, i know i can tame that stallion. 🥵❤️‍🔥
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