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slytherinboysvip · 8 months ago

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Intoxicatingly sweet | L.B

(Tw: uhhh basically control over a huge emotion hm idk !! unprotected p/v, cream pie, honestly idk just enjoy)

He didn’t mean to do it, honestly he wasn’t thinking straight. Before he knew it he’d left the chocolates on your bed and scrambled.

Odd. You stepped into your room and something seemed off, it didn’t take but a moment before you noticed the huge heart shaped box on your bed, curiously walking towards it and opening it up. Chocolates, loads of them, the smell was delicious and intoxicating, drawing you in. You couldn’t resist any longer, grabbing a piece and enjoying every flavor.

Suddenly the urge to see him took over. All you could think about was the boy you constantly crossed paths with. Lorenzo Berkshire. His perfect hair, his perfect eyes, lips, voice, face.. you loved him. Nothing was going to stop you from seeing him, you absolutely needed to see him.

Just as you were about to give up your search you spotted him. Just as you were going up to him he ran to you, “Y/n, I did something earlier and it was pretty dumb so just don’t eat the chocolates on your bed” He let the words out pretty fast, and you couldn’t believe it! He had left those chocolates just for you! Your cheeks brightened and your smile grew larger “I had some already they were delicious! Thank you so much for them!” Your excitement was infectious and soon his mostly shocked face turned into a smile.

“How do you feel about me?” He scanned your face as you spoke, “I can’t believe I’m telling you this but.. I’m in love with you!” Your words bursted out and he knew it that moment they worked. The chocolates weren’t just any chocolates, no, they were infused with amortentia. He knew how wrong this was, and he knew he shouldn’t give in, but he did. “Y/n, I’m in love with you too” He looked at you for a moment before kissing your lips softly. It was like a dream come true, your one and only finally kissing you.

The small kiss sent flutters through your body and all you knew was you needed more, “We can go back to my dorm you know” You hinted at him, he looked at you smirking,“Let’s go then shall we?” He reached out for your hand and you led the way. As soon as you stepped into the room he pushed you against the wall, left hand resting on your cheek, and right hand on your hip, you made eye contact before you leaned forward kissing his lips. He quickly took control over the kiss and was exploring your mouth.

His hand slowly began going towards your throat, squeezing softly causing soft moans. His opposite hand also exploring, squeezing your ass every so often. You felt like a wild animal needing more, but you definitely needed more than this. “Please, please fuck me Lorenzo” Your voice was more of a whimper, but maybe that’s what got him to immediately throw you onto the bed. Switch clicking and ready to show you what having sex should really feel like.

His hands ran up and down your thighs teasingly before slowly pulling down your school skirt. You took your shirt off and were left in underwear and a bra. Feeling exposed you went to cover up a little but he moved your hands away, “Just let me admire for a second love”. His words made your cheeks rush red and your heart pound, you teasingly opened your legs and bit your lip looking up at him. He chuckled, smiling and shaking his head “Fucking hell, I swear you’ll be the death of me, but I’m going to love every minute of this.”

As the words left his mouth he quickly undressed leaving his underwear for last, you could already see the outline of his dick and you were scared. He pulled them down and as scared as you were you felt yourself getting more turned on. Not only does he have an amazing body, he has a big fucking dick. “I need it already ” You mumbled, starring impatiently, the need and arousal growing. He pumped his dick slowly just looking at you as you were “Go ahead and take the rest off for me sweetheart.”

Doing as you were told you took your bra and underwear off with no complaints and laid back down, he got onto the bed and laid a pillow under your lower back just above your butt, “Trust me” He winked. With no warnings you felt his fingers gliding through your soaking pussy, without any words he connected his lips onto yours and entered two fingers, you couldn’t hold in your moans but his lips were trapping anything from escaping.

Even though He only used two fingers they were already driving you mad, they were long and slender, hitting the perfect spot everytime he curled them upwards. Just as you thought it couldn’t get any better you felt his thumb begin to rub in circles over your clit. At this rate you felt your orgasm already approaching, your stomach was turning in knots and your walls clenched around his fingers, then, he stopped.

He removed his fingers quickly, then looked at you smiling deviously. “You did so well with that, now it’s time to actually make you feel good”. His dick was at your entrance and slid in smoothly, you were so sensitive you clenched around him as he entered, not even thrusting yet you felt like his dick was in your stomach. He thrusted slowly, and that alone made you moan seemingly fueling his fire, his thrusts immediately picked up and your moans echoed through the room.

He continued thrusting into you, picking up your legs and putting them over his shoulder; He was hitting your cervix yet it felt so good, you were a screaming moaning mess. “Go on and tell me how good it feels love” His voice was breathy and deep, “It’s so good! Your dick feels so fucking good!” The words came out in broken up moans but it satisfied him perfectly.

He moved his hand down to your pussy and rubbed his thumb over your clit quickly as he thrusted in and out of you, your orgasm started building up again and you felt your legs begin to shake, “Cum for me like a good girl Y/n”. Just as the words left his mouth the feeling washed over you and he didn’t stop any of what he was doing, the pleasure was neverending and it was becoming too much, “Say cherry whenever you want me to stop”

You wanted to say it, but you couldn’t do it, you wanted more and more, “Please cum in me!” The words left your mouth so suddenly and you weren’t even thinking about it. His thrusts got harder then sloppier and you could tell what that meant. You knew he couldn’t actually cum inside of you but you absolutely needed it. No matter what consequences could happen you needed it.

All the thoughts left your brain when you felt the warm sensation of him filling you up , knowing it was Lorenzo who was doing the filling made it all the better. You don’t know why, but now all you can think about is, you hope you get pregnant so he stays forever.

Hopefully you liked this!! I know this is like rly bad LMAO cause he literally gave her a love potion then they immediately had sex but like hey it was her idea tho right so like it’s fineeee 🤗

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stupidlittlespirit · 18 days ago

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Ahh so I’m the same Anon that sent the College!Ford sarcastic praise ask!!! I’m so glad you liked my little blurb, I absolutely loved Freaks and was high-key thinking about it when I came up with that praise idea! I absolutely love how you write Ford, and I’m honestly so hyped for any of your other writing projects! Very excited for the cabin one 💓

I’ve also got another praise suggestion! (If your still open to receiving them that is 🙈)

Ok this premises a little wild, but hear me out. Reader and Ford accidentally swap bodies (probably from the Carpet Diem carpet) and since this would be a post-portal/post-Weirdmageddon!Ford, seeing his body being controlled by someone else just, initially brings back bad memories. Reader who only has limited knowledge about what Ford experienced with Bill, takes this as an opportunity to show Ford’s body kindness.

Reader would just dote over Ford, admiring themselves as him and reassuring Ford that they would never harm his body, they care too much about him to ever consider doing that.

As Reader showers Ford with praise, they note how strong he is as a person, (because Reader can literally feel all of Ford’s aches and pains he accumulated over the years.) Reader goes on about how Ford’s body is truly a marvel, hands absolutely included (I can see Reader getting very deep and passionate about genes and the human body, and just how amazing Ford’s hands are; how its rare for someone to be born with fully functional polydactyly, on both hands no less!)

And Ford (in Readers body) is just…at a loss for words? Ford is just so unfamiliar with receiving earnest, soft appreciation he doesn’t know how to respond or act in this situation, it’s admittedly, a little odd for him to see himself…love himself? Ford is just so use to either being fairly dismissive of his own body, or feeling shame over his hands. So him hearing someone truly love and respect those things about him?! Has Ford absolutely floored

lol idk if this premise is…a little weird? But I thought it could be a cute supernatural trust activity?!? lol

OH ANON now this is cinema!

Don't ever apologise for getting weird with it, that's what I'm all about. The weirder the better!

This is so fucking cute and unique.

Under the cut as always:

I think the idea that Ford has chronic pain fits this really nicely too because yeah, imagine swapping bodies with this guy and being like '....damn bitch, you live like this?' I have it myself and I know that shit sucks.

The moment you swap you're initially just left reeling by the immediate physical sensations: how absolutely starving he is, how exhausted and low-energy he is. He's sore and tender in spots you've never even considered before and there's not even any indication for the cause of the pain, either. It's almost phantom in nature. And when you bring it up, Ford is very much like "yeah but hey, that's old age, right? Totally normal! Painkillers are for the weak!" and Reader is just flabbergasted by it.

Ford being utterly overbearing as he watches you pilot him around, telling you what to do with his body and getting frustrated with the fact that you're not treating him the way he does himself because he's right about everything, it's always been that way and he's functioning just fine, thank you very much.

I can see Reader righting all the wrongs regardless of Ford's insistence that he's fine, too, no matter how pissy he gets about it. Like no, we're gonna sit your ass down and eat this meal, we're going to take an hour long bath and get the dirt out from under your nails.

The concept that he's so afraid you'll deface and abuse his body like Bill did without even realising he's been doing the same thing to himself for years.

And yeah, Reader complimenting all of Ford's being in a way that's much deeper than god you're fucking hot. The way he looks, his scars and his tattoos, his perfectly average physique, all of it. I think his hands would take some getting used to as well. Having six fingers when you're only used to five would probably be kind of hard to work with at first? Forgetting to give yourself enough space to move them when reaching for something or being a little clumsy when handling stuff. But that doesn't mean they're not marvels in and of themselves, and Reader would be just absolutely taken with them.

Ahhhh you're onto something here anon....

and imagine Ford experiencing arousal in the Reader's body in reaction to the praise and care he's receiving, being fascinated by the difference in sensation. The need he'd have to examine that only to find that- oh hang on, that's really quite nice and actually would you mind fucking him? He's always wondered what it would feel like, hasn't every man?

I could also not resist a 2002 Scooby Doo, Fred Jones-esque 'I can look at myself naked' moment

#and thank you for being so sweet about my writing haha that's so kind!#i am on my final draft of the cabin fic #i hope to have it out for Halloween or before #ford asks #stanford pines x reader #ford pines x reader #reader insert

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killersfool · 1 year ago

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fluff w bobby! idk smth like hurt/comfort. maybe she’s had a bad date and goes to bobby and they like confess , idrk but i think that’d be cute

Comfort | ROBERT KEATING

thank you for the request !!

PAIRING: robert keating x f!reader

WORDS: 3.4k

SUMMARY: reader goes on a terrible date. she calls her old work friend, rob, who comforts her and opens up about some hidden feelings.

GENRE: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, fluff

WARNINGS: references to eating disorder

The worst date of my life occured on a Tuesday afternoon, starting at exactly 8.43pm. For starters, the guy was late, 13 minutes late on the dot. Never trust your Tinder matches. I guess I should've figured out what a mess the whole thing would be. I'd sat down at a window seat in Nando's. Sun glowed gently across the table. It gave me a positive outlook on the whole thing. But by the end of the evening, as I left that dreaded restaurant with a soggy bag of chips in my right hand, I was holding back tears. Rain was pouring. My umbrella had broken. Dark clouds had appeared in the sky. Pathetic fallacy. I could hardly even breathe as I sat down in the train.

My first port of call — for some odd reason — was my old work friend. Rob and I had worked together in a restaurant just down my street. We'd been through hell together. My worst memory was when I dropped about ten glasses across the kitchen floor, accidentally smashing them to pieces. The manager heard the crash ring out through the entire restaurant. He ran through the kitchen doors. They swung open as if he was a wild beast prepared to eat me whole. Bones and all. This was the first time I'd made a major mistake as a kitchen porter. I was trying to prepare myself for the incessant shouting to soon ensue. But before I could even build a wall around me, a hand grabbed mine and pulled me out of the kitchen. I wasn't sure who it was grabbing my pinky finger or why they were helping me escape but I didn't complain, I just let them lead me through the main restaurant where guests were staring at us with patient eyes. They really believed we were running around just to ask for their order.

The long mane of curly hair made me realise who was dragging me alone. Robert Keating. The waiter who's sarcasm was off the charts. Each time he came into the kitchen, he'd be going on a rant about how stupid the job was and how much he hated the manager. Most of the chefs agreed. But they'd make sure to put on cheery faces whenever Mr Jacob came in to check everything was alright. Robert had worn Doc Martens to the beach when they had a dinner party to celebrate 10 years of the restaurant. I had made sure to come along with my best dress on and trainers. Robert had appeared with some Doc Marten boots, red shorts and Joy Division shirt, assuring everyone that his boots were 'made for walking on sandy terrain'. Then he complained about them for the entire time. He didn't make any sense.

Once we'd escaped through the front door of 'Jacob's Pizza', we continued running down the street until we got to the park. I knew by that moment I'd sure be fired. No one was running after us. No one really gave two shits about us. We weren't a necessity to the work force. We were just there. Looming.

Rob had sat down on one of the kid's swings (the tiny ones that you can't get into once you grow out of them). He allowed his infinitely long legs to dangle off the edge—not putting them through the holes because he'd surely get stuck which would've been a very Rob thing to do. The park was empty. It was a Tuesday evening. Stars lined the sky. Rob patted the swing next to him, asking me through his motions to join him. I complied. Awkwardly slotted myself in a mildly comfortable position onto the swing. I grabbed onto the rusty chains which had been there for dozens of years. Paint ripped away by years of use, years of bad weather.

"Mr Jacob didn't deserve us. We were too good for him." Sixteen-year-old Rob always thought quite highly of himself—not to the point of being a show off—but just enough to make you shake your head. The use of the collective pronoun was different for him. A change to usual. He was including me in his declaration of greatness. His blue eyes were shining and he'd thrown his apron to the ground. Black button-up shirt and black trousers. His smile was a lighthouse, illuminating that stretch of grass before us.

"I fucked up. Sorry, Rob." I'd looked away from him. Wrung my fingers together, picked at my nails. We'd been working there for months. Of course I had to be the one to make a mistake.

"Hey, don't worry. There's loads of jobs around here. I'm sure you'll find somewhere else," he assured. He reached out a hand between the two swings, let it linger on my shoulder. I followed suit with him. Chucked my apron into the nearest bin. One of those bins that never get emptied. Overflowing with fizzy drinks and sweet packets.

I allowed my head to drop down onto his hand. His fingers took a short hike through my hair.

He then started to laugh. "How the fuck did you drop all those glasses? I swear you purposely tipped the tray over."

"What if I did?" I smirked. It had been accident. Or maybe my irritation at the place just wanted to come out.

Rob was pressing his shoes to the ground, trying to make the swing fly upwards. He'd smiled to himself at my words. "Then I thank you for your service. I'd been trying to get out of there for a while. My band are getting way more gigs and the job was getting in the way of everything."

"Your band? You've never told me about that." I was intrigued. I had no idea he played an instrument. I knew that he loved The Strokes as he'd always put them on the kitchen playlist. I couldn't imagine him on a stage. Performing. Making music. It was the last thing I'd expected he'd do.

"Yeah. We've called it Inhaler. An ode to Eli's asthma—"

"Hewson? He's in it? Fuck no." I'd never been the biggest fan of Elijah. He'd dated my friend and left her heartbroken. I'd never personally spoken to guy but from a distance, I was the slightest bit terrified of him.

"I had no choice! He forced me into it."

"So he's singing, right? Then you're playing what?"

"Bass."

"Really? That's..."

"So sexy. I know."

That's when I shook my head, smiling. His face was serious but as my teeth appeared, so did his. We were both laughing at nothing, giddy because of the air cooling our cheeks. Just his presence, him being next to me, made me feel so much warmer.

Now my eyes are teary, my throat is raw. I'm sat in the corner of a train compartment. Toddlers are screaming at their parents, music is blasting in my ears and the fields turn to blurs of green as I lean back into my seat.

The guy was a prick. A self-centered waste of time who thought the whole world revolved around him and only him. I was asking all the questions. He didn't want to know anything about me. His mouth would never stop moving. I hardly got a single word into any conversation. He showed off about his job, his money, the university he went to and he joked about how much I ate. He'd stared at my stomach when I stood up, as if he was trying to measure my waist with his eyes. That's when I just walked out of the place, taking my remaining chips with me. I don't know why I even agreed to go. He wasn't even nice on the app.

Phone ringing. Hand over my stomach. I had gained weight. I'd started eating more than I had months ago. Food was a comfort, food was a memory-store, food was something to keep me going. There were all kinds of flavours that would bring me back to figments of my past. Eating was a way to reminisce and a way to make new memories. It had irked me—that look in his eye, the raise of a brow. I was skinnier on my Tinder profile. But back then I wasn't happy. Constantly focused on my calorie intake, on how much exercise I had done in a week.

"Hello?" Rob picks up. His words play through my headphones. His voice hasn't changed since I last saw him. It's still low and raspy.

I sniffle, finding it hard to even get my words out. I can see in the train window that my skin is blotchy and red. My bottom lip is quivering. I'm trying to hold everything in. I'm like a bomb on the verge of explosion. I don't like crying. I especially don't like crying on a train where eyes are glancing over in my direction.

"You alright?" He whispers. It's 10pm and I'm wondering what he's been doing. Has he been at a show? I've been trying to keep a track of where they've been going on their tour. Right now he could be absolutely anywhere. The last I heard he was in Scotland.

"What are you up to?" I try to divert the conversation to him. I just want to hear him talk. Anything he tells me, I'll listen.

"I'm back home in Dublin. Eating mince pies. I know it's early but my Ma is too obsessed with Christmas for her own good. It's what, 2nd of November? And she's already got her tree up. Tinsel and everything. What's up with you? You sound different. Has Eli been giving you shit again? That gobshite needs his head knocked in."

He's in Dublin. I'm in Dublin.

"I miss your Ma." I remember the one time we walked home from work together. His Ma had given me a lung constricting hug. She'd thought I was Rob's girlfriend. Told me that he non-stop talked about me. I didn't believe her. I still don't believe her. I could never see Rob having a crush on anyone, let alone me. "It's nothing to do with Eli. Although I agree, he is a little bitch. It's actually this shitty bloke I met on Tinder. He thought he was all that. Most boring guy I've met in my life."

"Instagram, please?"

"I don't trust you with anyone's Instagram."

"At least tell me his name. I want to make fun of him."

"Albert."

"What a name. Honestly, I'm thinking about getting my name legally changed to that. Albert. Wow. I'm impressed."

"He told me his nickname was 'Alby'. I almost laughed." I smile to myself, wiping tears away. I hear Rob snort through the phone.

"Found his Instagram. That was easy. He looks weird. Shit hairline."

"Rob!!! Keep away from his DM's please."

He went silent. He was most definitely already sending him stupid messages. I didn't really mind. The guys deserved shit after what he put me through. Two hours of nonsense. At least the food was good. Nando's is my favourite.

"Aren't you in Dublin? Do you want to come play some bird bingo? It's been a while since I saw you. We've got at least a years supply of mince pies."

I'm cheesing. Sucking in quick breaths as my tears stop falling. The train comes to a halt in the station. My head is leaning against the window, my mouth opens wide as I see a figure sat down on a bench. That familiar mop of hair, those shining eyes, an entire bass guitar case sat beside him. I'm gobsmacked.

The call ends before I can try to speak. Before long, my legs are moving and I'm shuffling through crowds, trying to find the exit. Maybe I was just imagining him. Maybe I just wanted him to be there. But then I'm outside the train, walking down the platform and two arms wrap around my stomach.

"Hey," is all he says, straight into my ear.

He isn't usually this touchy. We used to go for coffee and he'd never hug me. We weren't that kind of friends. Now his arms are holding me flush against his chest and his hair is tickling my ear and I just want to close my eyes and blow the world away.

I turn around to face him. His hands are still on my waist, scrunching the material of my jumper. He has a cardigan on, his eyelashes are so long, he's watching me with worry etched upon his features.

Then I break down. I can't deal with it anymore. I can't hold it in.

"Sweetheart..." He pulls me straight into his chest, hands cupping my head like it's going to split into two. I sob into his cardigan. My palms are against his shoulderblades and his head is on my shoulder. I can feel his nose smush into my skin and he mumbles quiet comforts into the air. "He doesn't deserve you. He's an idiot. Piece of shit." Words of comfort are usually just insults from Rob—but they still make me feel way better.

I don't know what I would've done without him. I keep imagining myself going home and crying into my pillow, no one there to tell me it'll be okay. I'm so glad he's here. I'm so glad he's holding me.

"Let's go home?" He pulls me away the slightest bit just to see my face. His thumb jumps just beneath my eye, wiping away the falling tears. He then gently kisses my nose. I'm shocked and confused. The warmth of his lips against my freezing nose is a welcome relief. I'm sure a sigh escaped my lips at the gesture.

I'm not sure which home he means. His or mine. But wherever we're going, I'll follow him. I want to be somewhere warm. I want to eat some nice, warm food and forget that guy ever even existed. Rob still has an arm around me as we walk through the station. He gives me a packet of tissues and buys me a hot chocolate from Starbucks. Even whilst carrying his entire bass along on his other shoulder, he makes sure to keep an arm around my back, fingers curled over my waist.

"How come you've got your bass?" I taste the hot chocolate. It burns my tongue. My spare hand points along the rather massive case which is definitely heavy.

"I was practicing with the band. I was about to head home when you called me so I ran to the station instead."

"So you lied about the mince pies?"

"Oh no. That is very true. You'll see when we get back. I just lied about where I was—you know, for the surprise element."

His then. We are going to his. I've never been inside his house before. I've only walked down his street and glanced through the windows. He'd always have the best Halloween decorations. The Keating house was always a go to in order to get the best sweets. His mum would come out dressed in the most flamboyant costume possible. Rob would always be standing beside her, forced forwards with a bag of sweets in his hands.

Up past his parents' cars. Still some Halloween stickers on the windowsill and pumpkins next to the welcome mat. He twists his key in the door. It clicks and opens up to a corridor. He was right about the Christmas decorations. Snow globes on a bookshelf, wreath on the door, Christmas tree lights are colourful through the window. The whole living room is dark green.

The house is silent. The dishwasher is wildly spinning and wind is wailing. Other than that it is extremely quiet. And warm. So very warm. I can actually feel my fingers now.

Rob takes my hand once I've pulled off my shoes. He pulls me along into the living room, we crash down onto the sofa.

"Tell me everything," he says. He stretches out his legs and places his feet on the coffee table. He has fluffy socks that have the face of a red robin. "All the nitty gritty. Get it all out of your system."

"I don't even know where to start." I pull at the skin of my cheek, look up at the ceiling. "We went to Nando's. It was my idea. I got there bang on time but had to wait for ages for him to get there. He was late—"

"First red flag."

"Right? I should've just left. Anyway, he came in. Blamed his lateness on traffic when he literally lived in the town I went to. Like wouldn't you just walk? He ordered hardly any food then got all weird when I ordered my usual. I had a pudding too. He was just so judgy. He told me about his degree in Maths and how he was doing a phD. He didn't seem to impressed about my Law degree. He barely even let me talk. Then the last thing, the cherry on top, was when he stared at my belly when I stood up as if I had some kind of disease. I felt ill. I've never been so insecure in my life."

Rob's mouth was open wide, jaw dropped. He kept his eyes on mine. Listening. It was so nice to have someone just hear what I was saying for once.

"You're the prettiest, most intelligent girl— I'm going to have a right word with that nob— I'm going to have a right fucking word with him. He thinks he can just..." His burst of emotions makes him stand up and pace around the room. I smile at his compliments but frown when he starts to get angry.

"It's fine. I'm here now. I don't have to think about him again."

Rob sits down again. Then his head falls onto my stomach. He closes his eyes. His arm reaches over for the coffee table. He grabs two mince pies. One for me, one for him. Bending his arm and extending it, he passes one up to me. I gratefully take it. I peel off the metal then take a bite. It’s delicious. Rob is smiling up at me. There’s a little pastry on his chin. I wipe it away with my thumb. My finger seems to have a mind of its own. It starts to trace lines along his face. Beauty spot to beauty spot. Like his skin is paper and I’m doing a join the dot. My thumb lands back on his lips and I trace along the two pink shapes. A little chapped, warm and soft. He opens his eyes again.

Then I’m hit by this weird feeling. Like I’m reaching a high. Or I’m slamming the accelerator. Or I’m at a claw machine and finally win a prize. That hum of euphoria, singing through your ears. He’s twisting his head on my belly like it’s a pillow. My thumb is still at the corner of his mouth. My heart is beating in my ears. There’s something clicking. A realisation.

I’m in love with Rob. I’ve always been in love with him.

“Look, I know this is a really bad time to say this,” Rob speaks. His words a gruff. I listen intently.

“What’s up?” I brush his hair out of his face. Curls between my fingers.

“You’ll think I’m stupid.”

“I won’t.”

“You will.”

Rob closes his eyes again. He breathes out. He looks for my other hand and places it on his chest, his hand resting just above it. I can feel his heart pounding like crazy. I never knew a human heart could move so quickly. I never knew that here, in this dimly lit room, after my heart has been torn into two separate pieces I’d be feeling Rob’s heart under my fingertips.

“Geez, Rob. Am I that scary?” I stroke his hair again, his fingers now grazing my knuckles.

“Yeah, terrifying.”

“Just tell me. What is it?”

“I love you.”

The whole room falls apart. My whole body feels like it’s been ripped into two then sewn back together. His eyes close again but he peeks a little with his left one just to gauge my reaction. I’ve stopped moving. My brain isn’t working.

“Christ. Really?” I whisper.

“Yes. I think of you every time I buy pizza, every time it’s Halloween, every time I’m drinking from a glass. Everywhere I go, you’re there. Whenever we went for coffee, I’d feel empty when you left. It just—even when you told me about this date. I was jealous at first. I want to take you on dates and fall in love with you even more.”

He sits up. He grabs onto both of my cheeks.

“I love you too,” I say before pulling him into a kiss.

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roryzlittles1ut · 7 months ago

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Backstage Pass: R!Euronymous X Fem! Reader.

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Warnings: Protected Sex, Fingering, Mixture of Gentle and Rough Sex, Mentions of smoking/drugs, Dom!R!Euronymous, Sub!Reader, Mentions of Drinking, Slight Manipulation (idk if imma add this ngl).

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Your friends dragged you to a Mayhem concert, though you weren’t really into metal. You were a tiny bit annoyed, as your friends acted like wild animals. Everyone was screaming, head banging, smoking, drinking, doing drugs, some even secretly having sex. You rolled your eyes as the metal band slowly emerged from backstage. One of the members really caught your eyes though, Øystein Aarseth, the leader of the band, and the lead guitarist.

“Alright, settle the fuck down. You guys ready to hear some true, Norwegian, black, fucking metal?” He yelled, the whole crowd screaming loudly. You stared at him, feeling so flustered as you lost words. He glanced down at the crowd and noticed you. He started playing his loud music as the singer, Pelle growled in the microphone. You didn’t care about anyone else, just him.

Øystein continued to play the guitar as the music got louder, almost making your ears bleed. It didn’t bother you at all, all of your attention was on him, just him. He winked at you as he slowly approached you, getting on one knee, but still playing his guitar loudly. “What? Never seen a metal head before?” His voice was deep as his blue eyes sank into your eyes.

You blushed as you tried to figure out the right words to say. He smirked slightly and grabbed your chin, his thumb caressing your soft skin. He tilted his head to the side as the light glared on his face paint, making it noticeable that it was coming off. “I-I..it’s not that. I’ve just never been to a concert before.” You said shyly, not knowing how to exactly react. He chuckled and got back up on his feet, walking away as he played the guitar again.

You felt weak in the knees. Your friends squealed at the whole band, saying how bad they wanted to fuck one of them, even Øystein. You shook your head and looked away. Then, after the concert, a security guard walked up to you. “Hey, Miss. Mr. Aarseth wants to see you backstage, he says it’s important.” Of course you couldn’t miss this opportunity, so you followed the security guard backstage.

Once you guys reached backstage, he was sitting on the couch in a manspread manner. The security guard walked away, closing the door. Øystein got up as you stayed quiet. He grabbed your cheeks with his rough, veiny hands as he stared into your eyes. “Oh..you look like a little princess who needs help, or maybe something else.”

Your eyes went wide as you blushed, feeling him pull you closer to him. He chuckled a bit in amusement. “Did that get your attention or something? You stupid whore. All of you girls are the same, but you seem..a bit different.” He brushed some hair out of your face with his index and middle finger, being gentle with you. It was prettty odd, but you did like his touch. “What do you want? You’re the one who invited me here.”

His eyes widened slightly at your words, then he let go of you. “Alright..I want a little favor from you.” He whispered into your ear, giving it a soft kiss as he slowly plopped back on the couch. He sat back in his manspread way, staring at you up and down. “What?” You said, a little nervously though. He sighed softly and looked away, shaking his head.

“No, seriously. What is it? Because I could really be heading home now.” You crossed your arms, staring at him. Øystein slowly brought his eyes back up to yours. He pinned you against the wall and started taking off your clothes. “Be a good girl..” Your eyes widened slightly as you blushed.

As he took off your clothes, he pushed you back onto the sofa, taking off your panties. He leaned in and started demolishing your pussy, nuzzling aggressively into it. You can feel his nose against your clit, making you moan loudly out of ecstasy. His tongue made you see stars as he swirled his tongue around your aching, wet pussy. You also didn’t expect him to just do this to you so fast. He seemed so desperate.

You placed your hand in his hair, your fingers getting tangled in it. He grabbed you from underneath your thighs, picking you up as he plopped down on the couch. He still had your pussy pressed up against his mouth, but now you were sitting on his face. He roughly slapped your ass, making you let out a squeak. “Never been eaten out by a metal head hm? How does it feel you fucking dirty girl?”

You whined softly and squirmed, no words coming out. It felt so good, too good. He pulled away from your clit and looked up into your eyes, shoving his middle and ring finger inside of you. You gasped again, your eyes widening. “Oh my gosh!” You whined again. He chuckled as he felt how wet you were, moving his fingers in and out of you roughly. “Mm..so wet. You’re just aching for my cock.”

He stopped and shoved his fingers in your mouth. “Come on, be good and taste yourself.” His eyes were locked into your deeply. You sucked on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and took off his pants and boxers, his cock sprung out of his pants. You gasped, not expecting him to be so huge. He shoved one finger inside of your pussy as he leaned in, sloppily making out with you.

“I want this so bad, I want you so bad. You looked so lost and pathetic in the crowd. I could’ve gotten off stage and fucked you right there.” He whispered into the kiss, moving his hand a bit faster. You whimpered, blushing so much as you felt close to your orgasm. He felt you clench against his fingers before pulling out. “No no, not yet. I need to have my cock inside of you when you cum.”

He stroked himself for a quick second as he grabbed a condom, putting it on before placing you down on the sofa. He shoved himself in your tight heat, making him groan. “Oh fuck. You’re so tight.” He thrusted into you in a slow, steady manner, placing his hands on your waist. He grabbed a cigarette from the table in front of the sofa and lit it with his lighter, tossing the lighter to the floor. He took a drag, starting to fuck you a bit harder and faster.

You squealed as you felt him arrange your insides. You felt a bit flustered, and he loved it. He groaned, fucking you harder. You started tearing up a bit, and Øystein noticed. He tilted his head to the side and slowed down. “Can’t take it anymore? Aw, you’ll get used to it.” He smiled a bit and took another drag of his cigarette, starting to slowly move a bit faster. He let out a grunt as you let out a whimper.

He tossed his cigarette aside, squeezing your breasts roughly. “So fucking fluffy and smooth. Like that?” He smiled and kissed your neck before kissing your forehead. “I-I’m gonna cum~..” You murmur shyly, gasping for air. That just fueled the fire. He moved harder and rougher. “Then..cum for me. Be a good girl.” He moaned into your ear, letting out a soft chuckle. He lifted you up and placed you on top of him, squeezing your ass as he fucked you with no mercy.

You moaned loudly, making him cover your mouth. “Shh, the rest of the guys are here. I know you love being fucked by me, but don’t be so loud.” You nod quickly, whimpering into his hand. You were so close to your orgasm again, your eyes rolling back. He wrapped another hand around your waist, moaning in a quiet manner. Then, it hit you hard. He our orgasm made you do star struck. You almost screamed, but he held your mouth tighter.

“Shh, shh, good girl, good fucking girl.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead, slowly pulling out. He gently placed you back down on the couch, taking off his condom and putting his pants back on. “I’ll take you home, don’t worry.” He smiled a bit and played with your hair. It was like he completely forgot he just fucked your brains out, as you slowly fell asleep.

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AN: I know it’s been so long, but I have lost almost all of my motivation and decided to get it over with. It’s kind of like the Mike story, and this is pretty rushed so, I hope you..enjoy at least :3

#rory culkin #i love him sm.#pls give me a chance #he’s so pookie #he’s so silly #i love him #he’s so cutie patootie #fill my pussy #i love my baby boy #bookie bear

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crazylittlejester · 7 months ago

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for a prompt

idk just warriors having pent up stress, the others are teasing him and stuff and he’s having a SHIT TIME and just goes OFF on all of them, and is like “bro shit I’m gonna cry” and he just runs off and has a mental breakdown somewhere (the others give boy plenty of hugs)

this is such a good prompt and i honestly might write another thing with it later. I had this idea half written in my drafts from MONTHS ago, and i’m sorry if its a bit odd or choppy I finished it in the waiting room of an urgent care lmao (the ao3 authors curse came for me) 🕺🕺🕺 BUT HERE YOU GO!! (542 words):

It had been a long couple days for all of them. Emotions were running high, stress was through the roof, but since Twilight’s miraculous recovery, things had been slowly calming down and going back to normal. After having stayed up all of the previous night, Time allowed Warriors to convince him to sleep for a few hours in the morning. The captain had promised to keep an eye on everyone, and with Twilight safely out of the danger zone, Time felt he could finally allow himself to rest. Besides, if anything happened, his brother would come wake him up.

After his short nap, the group had gone into the woods to test Twilight’s strength. He was doing well considering the severity of the wound, but the rancher was a bit disappointed in his lack of strength. Despite everything, everyone was doing well. This was the happiest he’d seen them all in months. Well, everyone except Warriors.

Time felt bad that he hadn’t noticed exactly when the captain had started acting weirdly, but over time they spent at the inn, it was becoming more and more apparent that something was wrong. He was snappier than usual, telling the others off for joking around when normally he would’ve been messing around right there with them, and standing much more rigidly. Gone was his relaxed posture, replaced by the clear physical signs of stress.

Legend and Hyrule teasing Sky for his bad stamina seemed to be the final straw.

“Stop it,” Warriors mumbled, shaking his head violently. Time looked to him in concern.

“Well maybe if you could run just a little bit faster,” Legend jabbed, teasing tone in his voice.

Sky opened his mouth to retort back, but the sound of Warriors’s knees hitting the floor cut him off. Time’s head snapped in the captain’s direction to find him curled in on himself, shaking with his hands over his ears. His head was tucked into his chest, only a few inches away from resting on the floor. Sky and Legend had gone completely silent, the only sound in the room was the captain’s ragged breathing.

“I can’t fucking do it anymore,” he wheezed, and Time carefully knelt down at his brother’s head.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He asked softly, gesturing for the others to back up a little.

“I don’t even know,” Warriors cried, sitting up and looking at Time with wide eyes full of tears. “I don’t… I’ve been awake for too many hours and I… I’m just…?”

“Stressed?” Time suggested, and the captain just nodded, his legs sliding out from under him. He held out his arms and to his surprise, Warriors leaned up against him.

Twilight quickly joined them, wrapping his arms around both Warriors and Time, pressing his chest to the captain’s back. Everyone else quickly followed in as well, surrounding Wars in the middle of a hug pile.

“You deserve a nice long nap,” Wind told him from where he’d somehow squeezed himself right up next to Warriors. “You’ve done a lot for us, you can sleep now.”

“Yeah,” Wild nodded from the back of the group. “Stop worrying about all of us and take care of yourself.”

“We love you,” Sky told him from somewhere in the middle.

#the fanfiction authors curse has bitten me in the ass #but i will continue to whump wars #don’t yall even worry about that #im no quitter #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu warriors #lu wars #jes talks #jes ask #jes fic #jes mini fic

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strawberryfairi · 7 months ago

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Drama, lots of denial, angst, sneaky link, lots of cheating, mutual pining, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)

w.c: 5k💠 Released: April 1, 2024

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NOTE: Honestly, idk bout this chapter fr, I like it but don't at the same time lol. I was kinda struggling with this chapter buuuuut the tea 🫖 is for sure hot with this one! Hope y'all enjooooy❤︎

C.W: SMUT and HOT TEA! P in V, oral: fem receiving (I think that's it really)

7; Fake Date 约会

Flashback Saturday

A soft knock comes from Ken's dorm suite door, ripping him out of his wild-running thoughts.

"Comin'!" He hollers lazily, setting his alcohol bottle down and making his way out to the front door.

"Emma?" His brow raises confusedly.

"H-hi Ken. Could I come in?" She asks sheepishly, clutching the strap of her tote bag.

💎

"So, you know I'd never go out of my way to start any drama, and I care about you both. You two are my friends." Emma says in a cautious, sincere tone, looking at her hands clasped together nervously in her lap.

The two of them were sat on the edge of Ken's bed, the room slightly messy which was unusual for the guy. "Yeah...?" He raises a brow, starting to become skeptical.

"So...the other day I-....I saw Y/N get into someone's car. A guy's car. And I know that might not sound like anything bad but, I don't know, it just gave me an odd feeling. She had her duffel bag with her and-

"You think she's cheating on me?" Ken cuts in, his tone coming across a bit sharper than he intended.

"No! No I-...I just wanted to maybe warn you...of the possibility?" Her brows furrow, not really sure what exactly she was even trying to say. Emma starts to doubt herself, doubt her reasoning for coming here. So what if she got into another guy's car? Was it really that deep to come and "warn" Ken about?

"The possibility?" He raises a brow.

Emma shakes her head, getting up from the bed and grabbing her tote bag. "I know, I know! Why would I say that? I'm sorry-I'm such an idiot. I shouldn't have come-

"No, it's fine Emma." Ken starts, grabbing her wrist and stopping her in her place. "To be honest I've been suspicious of her for a little while now." He sighs exasperatedly.

"Wait what?!" Emma's brows furrow in a mix of shock and confusion.

"It's not the first time I was told she got in a car with some other guy, and if it were her friend Baji neither of you would'a come to me about it."

"But-...but we don't know for sure if that means-

"You said you had an 'odd feeling', right? Well so do I." He says bitterly.

"That doesn't mean we're right, Ken." Emma assures, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Ken's jaw clenches as he looks to the side in thought.

"Emma...she's not in love with me. I know she's not, and it's becoming more and more clear every single day." He mutters wearily, feeling that harsh tug on his heart that he's been trying to run away from for the past few weeks.

"What?!" She outbursts, brows furrowed in bewilderment. "How could you say that?! You've been together for so long, how could you think-

"It's fake." Ken says plainly, rolling his eyes. Emma pauses, her mind malfunctioning as she tries to process his words. "W-what?" She murmurs, barely above a whisper.

"Our relationship, Emma, it's fake. Our parents are making us be together, and-...she just doesn't love me." He huffs exasperatedly.

Emma's brows furrow in disbelief, shaking her head. "I really don't understand. All this time, it's-..it's never been real? But I've seen you two though, the way you look at her, I know you're in love-

"Yeah, I am. She's the one that's not in love with me." He rolls his eyes. Emma looks up at him with an apologetic, and admittedly still baffled, expression.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't need pity, ok?" Ken grumbles, his tone much lower than before.

"I'm not pitying you, Ken. I'm sympathizing." Emma frowned, placing a hand on his cautiously.

"Lately I just-...I can feel her drifting away. She's slipping from me; right out of my hands, Emma."

"Is that why you've been..doing this more often?" She asks softly, gesturing towards the empty alcohol bottles on his once tidy desk.

Ken sighs, resting his elbows on his knees as he places his head in his hands. "Yeah."

"Ken I-..you know, it may not be my place to say, but this isn't a good outlet. You're an athlete, this'll only cause problems for you in the future. I understand how you're feeling, but don't take it out on your body."

"Nothing else works." He mumbles.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the girl I slowly started to fall in love with doesn't feel the same, Emma! I've tried everything to get my mind off it, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm not good enough for her!" Ken outbursts, looking up at Emma with teary eyes.

"Ken..." Emma trails off, not even sure of what to really say anymore.

"I've been takin' it out on her too, the girl I'm supposed to be in love with, getting pissed at her 'cause she doesn't feel the same. Then to make it worse, I think I might've said something bad to her one time; while I was high. She hasn't looked at me the same ever since. At this point, any chance I had to get her to love me back just went out the window." He shakes his head, tone filled with disappointment.

"I don't know, I just-..I just wanna feel something else. Even for a second." He admits wearily.

The two pause, looking one another in the eyes as the they both inwardly debate the exact same thing.

Emma knows she's always had feelings for Ken, ever since they first met during the universities' one week summer program. But she also knows where she stands with him, where her lane has always been. But in this small moment, all she can think of are his words, ringing all throughout her mind.

I just wanna feel something else....

She understands exactly how Ken feels, as she too is in the same boat. The one she loves is sitting directly in front of her yet feels just out of her reach, too busy sulking over a girl that's never even cared for him the way she does to notice her.

Ken sucks in a breath, suddenly feeling a heavy weight on his shoulders even heavier than what he's already been dealing with. How could he be mad over the thought of his girl possibly cheating when he's debating doing the exact same thing in this very moment. Before Ken can even decide for himself, Emma abruptly leans in, placing her lips desperately onto his. The kiss was only a few seconds long, yet it seemed to drag and linger all at the same time.

Emma pulls away as fast as she leaned in, hovering her hands over her mouth as her eyes widen in horror. "I-oh my god, I'm so sorr-

Ken cuts her off, taking her by the cheek and pulling her into another kiss, deciding that if drinking and using those drugs Cho's friend has been getting him wasn't working, then Emma will do just fine instead.

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The Present Tuesday Night Shuji's Place

"Hmmmm." You moan blissfully. Shuji's shower is everything, a whole different type of experience from your little dorm suite shower. First of all it's pretty big since he's so tall, which you were actually expecting, and the water pressure is so much better than yours. Second of all, his soaps smell soooo good.

Once you were done your shower and moisturizing with his lotion you found, you wrapped yourself back up in the black towel and headed out of his room.

Since you came straight to his place from your rehearsal you never got the chance to bring anything to change into, so you'd need something of his.

You spot Shuji over at the kitchen shirtless, his back turned to you as he focuses on whatever dish he's making. It actually smells amazing, much to your genuine surprise. A devious smirk makes its way on your lips, an idea popping into your head. Sneaking over as quietly as possible, you make your way behind him, hoping he wouldn't turn around and ruin your plan. Your grin widens as you finally get right behind him, your hands reaching out for his sides.

"AAH!" You holler, your fingers nipping at his sides as you attempt to scare him.

"Ohhhhh noooo!" He says in a fake terrified tone, turning the fire of the stove off then looking down at you as he chuckles at your disappointed expression. "That was cute." He adds, poking your nose, and only furthering your disappointment in the turn out.

"Bruh..." You deadpan, pouting your bottom lip. He's not one of those jumpy people. "I need some clothes. I don't got nothin'." You state plainly, changing the subject.

"For what? I think you're good just like that, angel." He says seductively, snaking his right arm around your waist and pulling you close. Your heart flutters in your chest, the way his light golden brown eyes look into yours so lustfully makes you feel trapped.

"Hey wait, don't start." You warn.

"Don't start what?" He asks innocently, setting the big spoon he had down and walking you backwards till you were up against the little island area.

"What you're starting right now", You chuckle, placing your hands on his arms, "We're supposed to have dinner first."

"Fuck it, I wanna go straight to dessert." His hands reach under your towel, gripping onto your ass firmly. "Gosh." You look down and to the side completely flustered. "You always make me feel so nervous..." You admit with a shy chuckle, still unable to look at him. He hums in satisfaction, his large hands slowly squeeze and massage your soft cheeks.

"I know, I love it; it turns me on. Now shut your sexy ass up and gimme a kiss." He demands playfully, brushing his lips along your jawline. You let out a small laugh, turning your head and placing your lips onto his. His left hand continues massaging your cheek, while the right slowly drags its way up to wrap around your neck, locking you in place. You gasp against his lips, feeling overwhelmed by the way he forces his tongue into your mouth all while firmly squeezing your throat.

He makes the kiss sloppy and slow, the sound of his tongue ravaging yours filling the space. Shuji pulls away, a thin string of saliva forming between both of your lips. His sensual eyes gaze into yours so intensely your legs involuntarily squeeze shut, trying to create a bit of friction for your needy core, aching for him like he was your source of oxygen. "You don't understand how much that little thing you do turns me on." He rasps sensually.

"What? What'd I do?" You mutter bashfully.

"You know. When you close your legs like that..." He looks down at your thighs then back up, letting out a deep sigh like he was trying to compose himself. "It makes me wanna do every nasty, wild thing I can think of to you." He says lowly, practically moaning as he spoke. You blink a few times completely shook at his words, only able to watch as the hand once around your neck takes the towel off your body, throwing it somewhere random. Then he cups your breasts, gently running his thumbs over your already hardened nipples.

"So here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna make you cum on my tongue, and my fingers...then you're gonna bend over on this counter and cum all over my dick like a good girl, you got me angel?" He states simply, his pretty eyes trapping you in place.

Damn...

You swallow, feeling almost intimidated at how incredibly horny, and dead serious, he is. "Yes." You answer breathlessly, slowly nodding your head. He gives you a satisfied grin, then captures yours lips in another intense kiss.

You've lost track of time, and honestly, your mind has completely fogged up by now. It's not like you haven't gotten head before, but it's never been anything like this, or for such a long time.

Your fingers were laced through Shuji's pretty dark hair, gripping onto the strands and pulling. Heavy, labored breaths mixed with loud, sob-like moans fill the apartment, along with the utterly lewd noises coming from the sloppy and noisy way he eats you out. He's some kind of water deprived, feral man right now, licking and slurping away at your innocent pussy like he's been through the longest drought and you were an oasis of fresh water.

And then, he wraps his moist lips around your throbbing clit, sucking then flicking his tongue over and over. His finger plays with your tight entrance, circling and prodding before easing its way in to his knuckle, knocking the breath from your lungs. "Ooohh!" You cry out loudly, brows furrowing as he instantly adds another, setting the perfect medium pace back and forth. His long fingers, curl deep inside, hitting that perfect spot that nearly knocks the wind out of you. "Aaah, daddy!", You cry out shakily, "Right there!"

He moans lowly in satisfaction, the deep hum reverberating against your clit.

"I'm gonna cum again! Please, please don't stop!" You whine loudly. It was such a contrast of reactions, as you beg for more yet your hands and pads of your feet push against him. His fingers speed up their pace, just enough to make you cum on the spot. Your legs tremble as he works you through your heavy orgasm, slowing down to a stop.

Your body relaxes, puffing out soft, little pants.

"I ever tell you y'look so pretty when you cum?" Shuji asks flirtatiously, running his hands up your thighs and grabbing your hips gently. "Stop." You chuckle shyly, turning your head to the side. He laughs along with you, leaning over you and giving you a surprisingly soft peck on the lips.

"I'm serious, Doll, you make the best faces. It makes me wanna fuck you like this instead..." He murmurs softly, bringing your hips to the edge of the counter and lining himself up with your leaky entrance, sliding inside you easily. The two of you gasp in perfect sync, his large hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts to the base, moaning lowly at the feeling of him stretching you out once again.

Instantly he sets a pace, giving you hard and heavy thrusts that make your legs tremble and your eyes roll back in pleasure. "Ughhh, fuck! Oh my god!" You moan loudly, the sound of your creamy, wet pussy reaching up to your ears.

"Right there, baby?" He murmured, hitting your sweet spot again and again.

"Yeeess!" You cry, throwing your head back as you felt yourself speeding towards another intense orgasm. He thrusted into you harder, making your body slightly jerk against the now warm countertop with every movement. Your moans shot up louder and louder, your whole body shaking and squirming under him.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" You whimper shakily over and over, reaching down and gripping his arms tightly.

"Mhm, cum for me." He moans, keeping his fast strokes steady. You arch your back, breasts bouncing violently as you released all over him. He keeps going, not even bothering to slow down as you climax. You're absolutely reeling. "You're so damn wet." He coos, looking down at you with his pretty golden colored eyes. Abruptly, Shuji slows his pace down, slower and deeper, making you feel every single inch. You let out a long, drawn out moan, rocking your hips with his thrusts.

"Fuuuuck, it's so deeeep!" You whine breathlessly as he grinds into you harder with every stroke. You were about to cum all over again that fast. Then he leans over you, his captivating face just inches from yours, and says "Your man can't handle all this, pretty angel. You're too much for him."

Your breath hitches in your throat between moans, your brows creasing into a slight wince. Guilt suddenly washed over you, but not guilt that you were cheating, guilt that with every fiber of your being you felt that Shuji was right. All you could do was moan loudly in agreement, basking at the way his soft lips leave wet kisses against your neck.

"He can't fuck you like this, can he?" He questions, picking up the pace. His hands slide their way up your body, cupping and squeezing your breasts then running his thumbs over your hard nipples. "Uh uhh!" You shake your head weakly, looking up at him with glossy eyes. Those words and his hands squeezing your breasts were all it took for you to reach that beautiful climax again, the corners of your eyes watering with pleasure-filled tears.

Shuji slows to a stop, letting you ride it out this time, then helps you into a new position, bent over the counter with your hands splayed by either side of your head. He pulls your hips back against him, thrusting inside you, making you cry out "Ahhh!" loudly in pleasure. Your skin colliding with his and the beautiful pants and moans from both of you fill your ears, making you feel almost drunk.

"You feel so good daddyyy." You moan, throwing your ass back to meet with his hard thrusts. Shuji makes what you think might be the sexiest sound you've ever heard, a deep, drawn out moan that echoes in your mind. You had to hear it again, so you keep going, using your hands on the counter to help you. "Fuuuck baby." He groans sensually, loosening his grip around your hips.

"Keep going till you make yourself cum." Shuji instructs, running his hands up your back then down and over your ass, giving your right cheek a little smack. You whimper in response, loving the sting his hand left.

You didn't last very long, and quickly you were reaching another orgasm. It was becoming harder to stay steady, every movement becoming labored and weak. Your body is shaking too much, you couldn't help but slow down. "I-I can't!" You stammer, voice quivering.

"Don't stop." He commands, gripping your hips and setting you back at your original, faster pace. "I caaan't!" You whine, unable to keep up with this pace. You were starting to feel like before, when he made you squirt the first time. It was too overwhelming to control yourself. "'S it too much, angel?" He teases, giving you hard thrusts that made your walls flutter. Loud ah's were all you could respond with, squeezing your eyes closed as your legs flail around.

Then, the tightness in your cord breaks like a dam, squirting all over him as you scream. "So fuckin' sexy." He moans lowly. That was just enough for him to reach his own high, cumming soon after you.

You both pant heavily, slowly coming down from the intensity of climaxing. "We made a mess." Shuji chuckles, leaning over you and kissing the space between your neck and shoulder. You hum weakly in response, still not yet ready to move or stand upright.

40 Mins Later

You were beyond surprised that the two of you weren't knocked out immediately after everything that went down, too tired to really eat, but no. There seemed to be almost a short boost of energy from the both of you. Or at least enough of a boost of energy to want to eat before going to sleep.

He'd given you a red shirt to wear, though really it's a mid thigh length dress on you, but that just made it feel cozier. Tonight he'd made you both chicken curry, using Jasmine rice. It was a surprising meal choice in your opinion. You definitely did not really think of Shuji as the cooking type. Your both sat at the table near the kitchen, one across from the other.

"I can't even lie..." You begin, chuckling a little bit.

"Why do I already know what you're gonna say..?" He narrows his eyes halfheartedly at you.

"I'm surprised you cooked something this nice and like...didn't immediately burn the whole apartment building down. I'm actually impressed!" You full out laugh, his salty expression amusing you.

"I can cook a few things. I'm not livin' off cup noodles every single day." He pouts.

"I'm kinda jealous. My tiny little spot they call a kitchen space doesn't really let me make too many nice meals like I would at home. I wish I had an apartment." You huff, pouting before taking another bite of food.

"The dorms have a kitchen space?!"

"Yeah! They're like literal suites. There's a little living room, kitchen, and my dorm has a bathroom right across from my bedroom."

"You do have an apartment then. It's just a small ass one." He chuckles.

"Yeah, but it's not like-..WAIT SIDEBAR CONVERSATION!" You outburst abruptly.

"I don't even know why this just popped in my head, but bruh, story time. So I'm getting ready for rehearsal tonight, right? I'm at the water fountain fillin' up my bottle and all of a sudden this random ass, quiet ass guy just appeared. He's like stuttering his ass off talkin' bout "h-h-hey there" all weird-..."

You tell him the whole story, trying but failing to remember what that guys name was.

"He asked you on a date?" Shuji raises a brow, letting out a scoff-like laugh.

"He sure did! He was acting like he's seen me before too, which I don't know maybe he has, but I've never seen the dude! It was just the weirdest thing ever, and the way he wasn't trynna let go of my hand...I was like naaah I gotta bounce." You shake your head, laughing a bit along with him. Talking about it like this with Shuji made you feel less uncomfortable about the whole situation.

"What'd he look like?" He asks curiously.

"Not gonna lie, weird. But he had like kinda longish hair, dark eyes; plaid outfit. Really plain." You shrug. "I mean, I just told him I have a boyfriend, which..is true..." You trail off, feeling a little awkward saying that since you were currently living it up with another guy.

There goes the guilt again...

"What's up with you and him anyways?" He asks, his brow slightly raised in curiosity.

"Who? Ken?" You furrow your brows, completely caught off guard by the sudden switch of topics.

"Yeah. You two havin' trouble in paradise or somethin'?"

You go silent, pursing your lips a bit into a frown. "Uuhhh, it's not-..no, we're fine, really. We just argue a lot these days, but that's normal-

"Is it?" He cuts in, raising a brow.

"Well what do you know? You ever have a girlfriend?" You sass.

"No. But I know I wouldn't let my girl slip away over somethin' as dumb as a few arguments. Especially not one like you." His tone is shockingly sincere, looking you dead in the eyes. That last part was so unnecessary, and it bothered you the way it made your heart flutter like a lovestruck middle school girl. You huffed exasperatedly, debating with yourself if it seemed like a good idea to vent your relationship frustrations to the guy you're currently cheating on your "boyfriend" with.

"I'm not slipping away from him. We're fine." You mutter tight lipped, rolling your eyes a bit. "Sooo, what's your definition of slippin' away then doll, 'cause to everyone else that's exactly what you're doin'." He quips with a breathy chuckle. You narrow your eyes at him, getting annoyed at how he keeps backing you into a corner with every response you give him. "Ok..sure, maybe it is. Doesn't mean I don't still care." You throw your hands up.

"How do you care and slip away at the same time?" He asks with a raised brow. "Well-..." You go silent, not really able to think of a good comeback in time, so he takes the chance to go and throw another question your way. "If you don't wanna be with him, why bother to stay?"

You clench your jaw, barefoot tapping against the wooden floor rapidly. Ok, now he's treading into real deep, uncharted waters. What's he even care about any of this for? He doesn't really seem like the deep, emotional conversations type, but clearly that must be wrong.

"I bother to stay because that's what you do when you care for someone-

"No, that's what you do when you feel like you don't have any other options." He cuts in, his tone all matter of fact like he knows better than you or something.

"Ok then, you're right, I don't have any other options! Are you happy now, detective Hanma?! I stay because I have to." You argue, heart pumping a mixture of anxiousness and annoyance. The only people who know about your situation with Ken are your teacher Janette and recently Baji, that's it. It was already risking a lot telling those two but you actually trust them. Hanma though...he's too new. You weren't one hundred percent sure he wouldn't tell, yet at the same time, he hasn't spilled anything about you cheating all this time.

His lips part once again, getting ready to hit you with another personal question. "What's making you feel like-

"Our relationship is fake! It's fake, Shuji! It's why I seem like I never care, and why I seem to never feel all that bad about "cheating" on him. You can't really cheat on someone you're not even actually dating." You rant exasperatedly, resting your chin on your hand with your elbow propped up on the table.

He blinks a few times, looking at you like you just told him the earth is actually in the shape of a cube and not a sphere.

"Our parents...they're the ones making us be together. His dad and my mom to be exact. They want us together because I guess it looks good or something; I really don't even know anymore why they're making us do this. Their reasoning kind of changes the longer this goes on. First it was to keep a good appearance in front of sponsors and the administration, then it was to keep us from getting "distracted" from our goals or whatever. Basically if I break up with Ken, she'll pull me out of the school. I won't be able to dance, and I kinda care more about dancing than I do trynna fight about not wanting to be with Ken." You clarify softly, tone exhausted and slightly ashamed.

"I...wasn't expecting that." He says in shock, his eyes slightly wide as he takes in this new information.

"Yeah. Who would?" You murmur dryly.

"So...would you rather spend time with me or your fake boyfriend?" He raises a brow, a completely inappropriate for the situation type of grin on his face. "Wow." You shake your head, not even a little bit shocked that he'd ask something like that in this exact moment. Not a single "sheesh, that's really tough" or "I'm so sorry you're going through that", nope, his mind went straight for a would you rather question to boost his own head up. Such a guyish response.

"Neither." You respond nonchalantly, leaning back in the dining chair, matching the same smug grin on his face. He pouts, admittedly in a very cute way, placing a hand on his chest.

"Whaaaat?! I'm hurt, angel. I just made you cum like five times;...and made you a nice dinner just as you said." He says.

"Ok, first of all, no you did not actually keep count. Second, sure, for some reason I guess I would rather spend time with you over Ken. But don't get too hype, this could very well be just a little phase." You chuckle, pointing a warning finger at him. "Oh just a little phase? Come sit on my lap and say that again." He challenges with a flirtatious tone. A mischievous grin makes its way across the length of your lips, scooting your chair back from the table a bit.

"Nah I'm good. Why don't you come over here and make me say it again?" Your eyes sparkle with a little excitement as you stand your ground.

The both of you go dead silent, eyes watching each other, waiting for who would break first.

"I'm waiting..." You tilt your head to the side, sassiness dripping off your tongue.

He narrows his eyes halfheartedly, raising from the chair and making his way over to you. You watch in excitement as he rests his hands on either side of your seat, caging you in. Your eyes meet, and a sensual chill goes down your spine. Shuji's lips press onto yours in a dominating kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. A soft, blissful moan slips passed your lips, your hands cupping his face. Slowly he pulls away, lingering his lips against yours.

"You think you're so cute, huh? Tellin' me what to do." He rasps with a halfhearted glare.

"No, I know I'm cute tellin' you what to do", You chuckle softly, tapping your nose against his, "You like it always."

"Yeah; not really sure why." He grumbles.

Your lips shift into a smug grin. "It's that particular effect I have, you know? I just give off-

"Alright, not too much..." He waves you off, going and taking both of your plates to the sink. You giggle at his reaction, watching him briefly get to washing the dishes.

"Hey so...when are you gonna put those dance courses to use and dance for me?" He asks playfully, yet also fully serious. "Oop?" You laugh, brows furrowed in confusion and amusement at the random and abrupt topic change. "Uhhh, I gotchu after you dance for me. How 'bout that?" You chuckle softly. "Ok...I got a lil somethin'." He grins back at you, doing a very...interesting movement with his shoulders.

"Stop. Immediately stop." You cringe between laughs. He sets the plates on the little dryer rack, dries his hands off, then makes his way back over to you. "Dance with me." He says playfully, taking your hands and pulling you to your feet.

"How do you have all this energy? I thought we were gonna go to sleep now." You whine halfheartedly, nodding towards his bedroom behind you.

"You don't wanna dance with me?" He pouts cutely, pulling you close to him.

"I mean...do you even know how to dance like this?" You raise a knowing brow.

"Well you're the dancer. Teach me." He shrugs.

"Teach?! Uh uh, it's time to go to sleep. How do you all of a sudden wanna do a whole dance lesson?! Like, I know for a fact as soon as your head hits that pillow you're gonna be gone." You shake your head, taking his hand and attempting to lead him to the bedroom. He doesn't budge at all, just standing there still pouting like a baby.

"Ughhhh, ok, you know what? I promise I'll dance with you, but not tonight." You assure softly, giving him the most sincerest expression.

He instantly smiles at your promise, taking you and picking you up in his arms. "You better not forget."

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Ok but....not Ken and Emma tho. It's giving very much hypocrite with Ken. 🎶I'm not feelin' it, I'm not feelin' it!🎶! (Y'all know that Beyonce song? No? Ok...)

#strawberryfairi🧚🏾‍♀️#a mile away ㊙️#shuji hanma #shuji hanma x reader smut #shuji hanma x black fem reader #shuji hanma x fem reader #shuji hanma x black fem reader smut #shuji hanma smut #tokyo rev #ken ryuguji x black fem reader #ken ryuguji x reader #black female reader #black female writer

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Its so wild to see how openly and aggressively people hate forcebook and their work. Iknow bl opinions are so varied but other than the odd 'this is not for me' i never really come across hate for pairings on here (maybe its different on twitter idk) so its so insane that when it comes to fb people just stop being considerate to fans or even look to bother them actively. there are some actors who get rightly criticized for awful behaviour but with fb it just seems like its the one pairing that people are allowed to shit on and thats why they do it? bc what's the worst they've done? not act the way you would want them to or take part in a show you didn't like?? why would people then focus so much on them rather than focus on the stuff they do like? its so baffling i truly wonder if its just 'playground join in with the bully' behaviour. sorry thats been on my mind as someone who only filters into bl every now and then, its so strange.

hi there!

RIGHT????? before them, i had never seen hate for pairings on this level. i knew about some problematic actors and pairings that had broken up so most people had moved on but actual gratuitous hate??? was unknown to me.

i used to think we all minded our business with our faves and everyone lived in peace. at least it was like that here on tumblr for my first years of bl. i do think twitter is different and probably worse, but the way their behavior has been poisoning tumblr as well is concerning.

truly. i don’t KNOW what’s with forcebook that people seem to enjoy hating on them. they’ve been on the public eye for nearly two years now, they have zero rumors, zero scandals, zero accusations, work hard, just do their thing, openly support the lgbtq+ community, all their coworkers like them, for fanfest in japan geminifourth, joong and phuwin went to force’s room in the middle of the night to hang out because their adore spending time with him, their previous directors adore them, p’film considers forcebook his actual children and p’new opens his arms for book to bear hug him whenever he sees him.

hell, even their old classmates from school came forward to say they were really nice people back then. that force was popular because he was friends with everyone and book was quiet but sweet.

when there’s actual deeply problematic actors out there. people who get accused of unspeakable things EVERY SINGLE DAY. and fans still defend them and give them 937482848384 chances.

it just doesn’t make sense to me. WHY would you be so obsessed with someone you don’t like? focus on your faves instead of complaining about other people just doing their job!!!!!!!!!!

i do usually call it “hate train” because it seems like everybody’s hopping on it just because it’s going around a lot.

but STILL. i see some criticism that’s just baffling. the way people will take forcebook’s words out of context and attack them with it, invent shit saying they’re nepotism babies (they are not). some even use forcebook’s friendship against them which is????? surreal. jobless behavior. go find a hobby or something else to do???? WHAT ARE YOU GAINING FROM ALL THIS?????

force and book are very open about their friendship and how it’s not perfect because they like being honest with us instead of painting a false image of their relationship, it’s not for people to turn it into weapons!! the disrespect is just so infuriating!

i’m not asking for everyone to start loving forcebook, just RESPECT THEM. or even ignore them. but don’t ruin things for them 😭😭😭 and us fans who are just trying to support them.

it’s okay! i wonder about the same things every single day. and i sincerely don’t know if i’m just too biased or something but i have never understood the amount of hate and still don’t because i would never do this to anyone. i never expected things to become like this.

but oh well :/

#anonymous #mj got mail!

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desire-mona · 5 months ago

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randomly assigning house md characters internet moments / videos / memories / whatever i remember based off nothing at all (i did i dps version too) (also links for everything i talk about will be provided) (also also this isnt made to make fun of anyone involved in any of this)

house - mr beast and his OLD OLD youtube videos, like circa 2015? i think? he used to make cringe compilations essentially where he just made fun of kids' youtube intros. face and all like nothing was blurred for privacy, and then he'd call them cringe and make drinking bleach jokes. like a LOT. i binge watched those back in like 4th grade i think? maybe 5th? so thats kinda all i associate him with now. he also made videos where he would say a word like a thousand times, sometimes WAY more (like 100k+). or like. count to that number, he did both. anyway rip house you wouldve loved making fun of kids' youtube videos

wilson - does anyone remember the evian baby commercials? i think the whole shtick was like "this water makes you feel young again" I THINK? the one i linked was the one where the reflection on a building makes ppl babies, but theres one where babies are on roller skates or whatever too. this isnt entirely an internet moment as much as it is just a memory, cuz i remember my mom and my aunt DYING laughing at these commercials. idk what it was they were just in tears. theres something so 2007-2015 about dancing babies. wasnt a dancing baby the first internet meme? just googled it and yes it was.

cuddy - onision's shitty spoken word songs PLEASE tell me someone remembers them. onision really shouldve stopped trying to make music after the banana song bc the rest really suck shit. this is NOT based on vibes i gotta get that out there, i was like hmm cuddy has a kid. you know who else has a kid? YOU KNOW WHO LET THEIR KID FALL OUT OF A WINDOW? cuddy would fucking HATE onision. ALSO OH MY GOD PAUSE EVERYTHING ONISION JUST UPLOADED A SONG. I NEED TO MAKE A SEPERATE POST ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW WHAT THE HELL. anyway dont watch it. i linked strange æon's video on his music just bc i really dont wanna direct u to anything of his directly. did u know i dont like onision?

foreman - the most insane youtube poop ive ever seen in all of my 19 years of living, i sent this to maddie specifically when i made my initial "like for a rando internet moment!" post but i really need to share it with the general public. general warning for youtube poop-ness; flash, loud noises, overwhelming, etc. i am actually begging you to watch this because it tops every other ytp ive ever seen, like actually blows it out of the water. i also has no idea ppl still made ytps after 2014 tbh.... btw this is probably the only ytp that i'll ever recommend LMAO

chase - OH MY GOD KYLERLOVESJESUS. so basically this one eboy influencer type on tiktok back in 2019 Found God and went on rants about how abortion is wrong and gay marriage is bad and blah blah blah. there was this moment on one of his lives where he went "i love gay people, i would be best friends with a gay person. do i support it? no." which was the FUNNIEST shit back in the day. i would quote it on the daily. btw the editing of the video i linked is VERY of the time so beware LMAO

cameron - cutie the kitten (sans' wife and gf) + the killing videos sans fan girls would make. i actually cant link anything bc the channel doesnt exist anymore but! basically back in 2016ish there was this one girl who had such a crush on sans and she had a whole ocxcanon situation with sans and her pink cat oc Cutie. a lot of ppl hated her + the ppl who had ocs shipped with sans but looking back its truly not a big deal. what is a big deal is that she (? maybe?) and other sans fangirls would make animated slideshow videos of their ocs using powers or whatever to kill other sans fangirls. like brutally. it was a wild time i wish cutie's channel was still up so i could prove thats a real thing, but ask an undertale fan from back then and odds are theyll know. heres a sans fangirl cringe compilation so you kinda know what im talking about, but fair warning it is a cringe compilation so. it wont be nice.

thirteen - TW INCEST!! this one hamilton animatic i saw back in forever ago to the song 'helpless'. usually animatics to that song use eliza and hamilton (im not a hamilton fan this is very surface lvl knowledge btw) but the one i saw was eliza and ANGELICA. like as in HER SISTER. big surprise someone in a big fandom ships incest wow I KNOW its tame compared to other shit, but it was i think my first exposure to anything like that circa 2017ish, so it kinda stuck in the brain. also the video i linked isnt the og its a phil collins mashup, the og got taken down. hamilton always makes an appearance in my house posts doesnt it, be lucky i didnt give kutner this one bc ppl were turn up abt hamilton fan kutner.

taub - WHAT DO YALL KNOW ABOUT MIKE AND MELISSA ⁉️⁉️ basically mike and melissa is this animated passion project this guy made to show himself (or his persona? or maybe just some guy) falling in love with his fursona that comes to life. this was the only episode this guy uploaded and i think he kinda disappeared after. the plot is kinda hard to follow and its not TERRIBLY animated but its certainly not professional looking. there's a video about what happened to him uploaded like 5 months ago, but i havent watched it. when i first heard of mike n melissa i fully thought it was a mid 2000s family sitcom but it definitely Is Not That.

kutner - undertale sans au christmas party comic dub. i probably dont need to give an explanation as to what sans aus are but idk how many ex or current undertale fans follow me so i'll do it anyway. making au's for undertale was a pretty common practice back in its early days, and usually the most popular character in any undertale variation is sans. who sans is shipped with was always up in the air, so much like the onceler, ppl ended up shipping sans with other au versions of himself. this christmas party comic is in my mind the undertale fandom equivalent of camp weehawken. i think there was also a sans au comic where all the sans' except for like 2 were toddlers at daycare? i dont remember who the adult sans' were but also i think the creator got into hot water? dont remember why.

#desire mona #posts like these are so fun #i like seeing where my trains of thought take me #i wanted to include sugoi quest for kokoro and jreg in here but i obviously ran out of room #to be discussed later i suppose #house md #gregory house #james wilson #lisa cuddy #eric foreman #robert chase #allison cameron #thirteen #remy hadley #chris taub #lawrence kutner #hate crimes md

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meggie-stardust · 6 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks to the ever lovely @lucky-bishop for the tag! <3

How many works do you have on ao3?

74! Which feels both like a lot and not that much at the same time.

What's your total ao3 word count?

270,119?!

What fandoms do you write for?

Right now primarily Teen Wolf and I recently revisited my first fandom of Gundam Wing. I've also written a ton for BBC Merlin, Percy Jackson/Heroes Of Olympus, BBC Sherlock, Harry Potter, Newsies and random other things...

Top five fics by kudos:

Act of Man | BBC Merlin | Arthur/Merlin

Nightmares | PJO/HoO | Percy/Jason

Looking for the Thing We Lost | Teen Wolf | Peter/Stiles

Here I Am (Stuck in the Middle With You) | PJO/HoH | Percy/Jason

Know How A Man Becomes a Beast | Teen Wolf | Peter/Stiles

Do you respond to comments?

Yes, on all of my stuff from the past few years. There are older fics that I've opted not to respond to comments on for varying reasons, but I do read them all.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

When I have angst, I like to have it with a happy ending, but I would probably say this fliclette I wrote based on the prompt: "Can you do a Jasercy fic where Jason is trying to comprehend the fact that Percy's gone, preferably death, but it doesn't have to be."

A Slow Deep Panic | PJO/HoO | Jason/Percy

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I really like the end of Stuck Between Stations. After putting Stiles and Peter in the Wild Hunt and in time loop, the least I could do was give them a happy ending.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not hate, but I have gotten weird comments. I usually just ignore if they are just odd, but I have also deleted comments that are boarding on hate.

Do you write smut?

Yep!

Craziest crossover:

Aside from one HP/Sherlock fic that was co-written with my bestie and that we both abandoned, I don't really do long form crossovers (and that one wasn't crazy anyway). That said, there was a tumblr prompt game years ago, that was for 3 sentence fics and almost every prompt I got was a crazy crossover:

Dean and Castiel. Fight Club

MJN crew (bonus points for including Herc Shipwright). Supernatural hunters.

Sherlock/John. Teenagers working at Mooby's (View Askewniverse).

Jack/Spot, Night Vale AU.

Arthur and Eames. Exorcism.

You can read all of these and a few others: 3 Sentence Fic Collection. And actually, this was a fun trend, we should bring it back.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, and knock on wood it never happens.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! A few actually, and it's always so, so, so flattering:

Acts of Man was translated into Chinese

Black Sails in the Sunset was translated into Português

Looking for the Thing We Lost was translated into Russian

This is a perfect time to say that I am always open to my fics being translated, podficced, remixed, etc. Just let me know so I can gush about it!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, the aforementioned abandoned HP/Sherlock fic, but it's been ages. @punchedbymarkesmith and I have kicked around some collab ideas, which I think would both be a blast and also for a potentially niche audience. Maybe 2024 is the year this happens!

All time favourite ship?

Steter is the one I've stuck with the longest, but I do have a few that I will always return to in the same way you might eat a comfort meal.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Look, I really, really want to finish It's Only Forever. I have like 1, maybe 2 chapters left. But it's been so long and I feel like my writing has changed, and idk. Every year I say I'm going to work on it, and every year I don't... le sigh.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm really good at finding a small moment in canon and then diverging from that. I also think I'm good at authentic dialogue and I think I'm pretty good at world building.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Action/fighting. Keeping things short unless it's a drabble/other restrictive format.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I am not fluent enough in any language other than English to do this confidently. Instead, I would write something like:

Stiles cursed at them wildly in Polish.

Peter responded in French, then turned back to Stiles and resumed their conversation in English.

First fandom you wrote in?

Gundam Wing. All of my old fic from *cough* 20+ years ago is lost to the annals of time (actually some is still on archived GW 1x2 sites if you look hard enough). And if you are one of like 7 people who remember my username, you can find my Newsies and Harry Potter fic (my next two fandoms) still on ffn. After I got out of a bad relationship that kept me from my own interests, including fandom, I returned with BBC Sherlock fic, which you can still find on AO3 if you scroll to the beginning of my profile.

Favorite fic you've written?

Gosh, I feel like this changes all the time, but I am particularly proud of At This Truth We Have Arrived. I loved exploring certain aspects of Peter's character, and doing a different take on Nogistune Stiles. I was also able to incorporate a lot of different themes and elements into it, as well as get my own closure with Monroe, something that has bugged me since the finale. Plus, I think I was able to accomplish a reveal that would add extra elements if anyone went back and re-read the story (even if I somewhat show my hand if anyone paid attention to the epigraph).

I have no idea who has done this yet, since I sat on this for a bit... so no pressure tags for @lolahardy @mirrorthoughts @myletternevercame @punchedbymarkesmith @midmorning-bomb @like-lazarus

#tagged #meg writes fic #writing meme

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visionthefox · 7 months ago

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I know the April Fools episodes are jokes but it's kinda funny to analyze them Earth's nightmare seemed to be her fearing that she's a terrible person that everyone hates, dislikes, or avoids, her forgetting everything again, people not telling her things or keeping secrets from or about her, feeling powerless even to herself, losing Lunar(except for that last bit), being generally confused... And then Sun's, Sun's was all their enemies apologizing for everything they did, fixing whatever they screwed up, and disappearing, or in the case of the Creator dealing with Fazbear since Sun hates that company, and then Moon leaving after being weirded out, even Sun pointed out the sheer absurdity early on, maybe all of these incidents affect him subconsciously even more than he realizes, poor guy just wants some catharsis Earth and Sun telling one another about their weird dreams after the fact is something I could see happening too

ANON WE THINK THE SAME I WAS GONNA START THINKING TOO DEEP but I felt soo stupid but AA IM NOT ALONE!! for Earth- I guess is a mix of feeling guilty she "failed" Lunar- and fears she may be too focus on her family life she may not pay attention to Monty- also something about fearing you "did a terrible thing" and just feeling gaslited even when you know you didnt hits home.. her fear of maybe "being forgetfull and controled" may be the most obvious, yet is still interesting.. as.. for me, she gives me "hero complex" at times, thinking she is meant to be the one fixing ppl (even when I see ppl saying she never asked for this role) maybe because when made, she was mentioned as "the better version" so she goes by that.. ending up feeling both fake, try hard, yet afraid to fail and emotionally stressed out trying to be what ppl expected of her. so then- we see her fears, being seen as a bother, seen as someone to deal with rather than work with.. also, maybe is me, but she does kinda takes too hard her "brother" not wanting her in his date/celebration.. also going on over Solar "hating her" when the dude seems to be neutral with her.. that got me feeling odd, she takes simple soft push as "you hate me" .. no? they dont want you there, yet they still care to ask if you are ok.. what is she on about? (I know, is a nightmare, she is not meant to make much sense, specially as the emotional one she is.. I cant blame her too hard ) NOW SUN~ OHOHOHOHOHHHHHHH oh HE HE DOES SHOW SOO MUCH~ isnt it.. curious? of all the jokes they can make.. is ppl saying sorry ! what they show us? again, I expected actors or bloopers like other channel did! but.. now.. isnt it curous, right after he tells Eclipse to kill himself, he dreams of him saying sorry, sure, is clear Eclipse is not happy nor all sappy. not even wanting to be there with them any longer than BM did.. not saying "I hope im welcome back"-- nothing! Eclipse showed up, say his words, and choose to walk away, Sun is clearly weird out .. yet- clearly hoping to see the lie,, he doesnt, Eclipse lose more than he wins.. so Sun is left to wonder- was it true? he means it? we know Sun feared him. then hated him- has every reason to- yeeeet.. Sun has to know.. he is mad at the shell of how was a enemy. maybe having Eclipse saying sorry is the thing he needs to let go of this anger , just like Lunar did Lunar faced the big bad wolf- only to see a mere AI, broken and lost, lying to itself hoping to gain some sense of control over a life he cant even run away from.. Sun maybe needed to tell itself, via Moon "thats not the man that hurted you, thats the ghost of the past.. let it go" Moon is that side of him telling him to let go, and when things got too wild, his "reason" just had to leave- I feel thats when Sun stayed to yell, feeling too much stress confusion and cringe even (I have more to say but may do a post later on. idk) last joke video was not canon at all, yet this one is clearly tied to canon.. soo.. this has to mean something!! IM NOT LOOKING TOO DEEP YOU ARE ANON!

I hope my ramble isnt too long! but yea. I may explin myself better later on. just- I feel the fact this is DREAM and not an AU means a lot..

#sams #tsams #ask #the sun and moon show

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ryiju-muunie · 17 hours ago

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He'll jump in the river, you'll wish you're the water

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Omega!Trans!Zoro Roronoa/Omega!Trans!Sanji Vinsmoke Warnings: Omega Verse, Trans Male Roronoa Zoro, Trans male Sanji, first heat, t4t roronoa zoro/sanji, Coming Untouched, Nipple Play, Tribadism/tribbing, Vaginal Fingering, Making Out, Dubious Consent, theres plot to this porn, Omega/Omega, Love Confessions, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Wet & Messy, no when i say wet and messy i mean WET AND MESSY, induced heat, someones coming out pregnant and its not me, Masturbation, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Fisting, Sub Sanji, he might top but hes definitely no dom, Scenting, No Beta we die like block buster, Incoherent Maybe idk you tell me! but be nice Word count: 5095 DESC: Zoro was a beta. He was a beta who had never once in his life considered what it would be like to turn into an omega or even an alpha. But something on his skin was lit on fire and burning to be put out, deep inside his core, between his le- No! He had to focus, get something done at least! If he didn’t know any better it sounded like he was having a heat, but that was impossible. He was a beta after all, a beta who couldn’t go into heat… Right?

GODDDDD WHAT HAVE YOU DONNNEEE YOURE A PINK PONY GIRRL

Zoro was a beta. He was a beta who had never once in his life considered what it would be like to turn into an omega or even an alpha. He never once yearned to smell their pheromones or even feel what their different kinds of arousals did to their bodies. He never yearned to look at his omega roommate and wonder what he truly smelt like; well, he told himself he never did. Of course, the beta had been told before by their other friends he was sweet, bitterly so. But a part of him always thought about it. Was it sweet in a fluffy way, like pure sugar? Or was it sweet in the way of something more flavorful, like cinnamon or chocolate?

He liked Sanji in every way that was considered normal. As a friend, as a fighter, as a cook, and as a roommate. There was nothing more that lingered behind his feelings, much to Robin’s protests. She had insisted there was something more to his stare, although he pressed it was nothing more than her wild imagination. He never wondered about the omegas skin, how soft it would be underneath his fingers, how it would feel, how it would taste. How would his tongue trace circles around his neck, before biting down? How would the other man react to the sensation? Would he moan? Would he whimper?

Zoro instantly blinked, forcing the thoughts out of his mind without a second glance. He was seated on their joint couch doing some work on his laptop for a history class of his. No one had told him college was mainly reading, especially being a history major. And no one told him it would be harder to concentrate with his thoughts drifting to Sanji again and again. That was somewhat normal, but being so sexual in nature was odd. In fact, if he focused, he felt hot. Something on his skin was lit on fire and burning to be put out, deep inside his core, between his le-

No!

Roronoa shook his head, raking one hand over his cropped green hair. He had to focus, get something done at least! As hard it was becoming, the moss-head had to work! The man swallowed and tabbed back into his work, which was reading a passage and answering questions as he went. It was juvenile but about ancient weaponry, so he was starting to enjoy himself.

All of his enjoyment of schoolwork went away when his legs started to shift together. Almost uncontrollably his thighs pressed together to apply pressure to his pussy, shifting to alleviate the itch growing warm. It was unconscious and it was good, as his wetness started to pool around his underwear. It was… Zoro bit his lip and froze, spreading his legs apart and staring at his reflection in the computer.

Something was wrong.

Did he ingest some aphrodisiac drug that made him an aroused mess? Was his period coming? He was always overly horny before his period. But this was different, it was like Zoro was on fire. Every movement was sending shockwaves to his clit, making him wet. And that too! He was unbelievably wet, as if he was about to soak his pants through. If he didn’t know any better it sounded like he was having a heat, but that was impossible. He was a beta after all, a beta who couldn’t go into heat… Right?

The man tabbed into Google, hastily typing out the most embarrassing search he had ever concocted in his life. “Can betas go into heat… ye- Yes!?” Zoro muttered, sputtering when he saw the answer. It wasn’t a definite yes, but it wasn’t helping him, “Yes, some betas can go into late heat typically after their 21st birthday. Then will a late bloomer show their secondary sex and go into heat soon after… fuck.”

Zoro slammed his laptop shut and slowly set it on the ground, standing up. To his horror, the couch already had a growing wet spot, as his pants were soaked. He swallowed and whined when the friction of his panties sent a pang of arousal through his body, making him stop and shiver. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be in heat. He couldn’t be an omega! He couldn’t especially when his roommate was ten minutes from coming home. His roommate who would know in an instant if he was now an omega from the pheromones that were probably oozing off of his body.

This couldn’t be happening; he thought as the man practically sprinted to his room. He pressed his body against the door to shut it, letting his back rest on the cold wood. It was bad he was going into heat late in life, and it was equally bad that he had no idea what came with it, or even what to do. Roronoa knew it involved sex and uncontrollable slick, but that was about it. He didn’t realize it would be this debilitating, this hard to keep his hands from his sopping cunt.

His fists balled at his sides and the moss-head tried to breathe, to gather some decorum not to go animalistic and fuck himself until he couldn’t think. But it was so hard, when his panties were stuck to his folds and aching to be pried off. It was hard when his nipples were hardened and poking through his binder, breasts yearning to be fondled. And it was so hot how he was falling apart, hands beginning to wander… What was he even thinking about beforehand?

Calloused hands ran up his side, pulling off his shirt and hooking underneath his black binder. It wouldn’t hurt to just be shirtless, yeah, it wouldn’t hurt. He nodded his head and took it off, exhaling as the squeeze subsided and his breasts laid back onto his front. Fingers prodded against the flesh and kneaded it, his index and thumb coming to run his nipple against the pads. A moan escaped Zoro’s lips that he couldn’t hold back. The feeling of his tits being fondled felt so good, so intense, he was so close already. Just a few more touches and he felt himself come undone, gasping and cumming into his slick filled underwear. It was a blinding flash of pleasure, running up his core and spiraling into his stomach, spreading down his legs within an instant.

But it wasn’t enough. He needed to fuck his pussy that was begging to be abused or he would go insane. Zoro wasn’t sure how but he ended up naked on his bed, spreading his legs and pumping his fingers out of his cunt. First it was one, then it was two, but fuck, it wasn’t enough. He needed three, maybe four- or just all of them! The pads of his fingers brushed against his g-spot, bending to poke at it. To massage it between his digits and soak the mattress underneath him further. His other hand came to his neglected clit, rubbing quick circles against the bundle of nerves.

There was no noise but his moans and the squelching of his honeypot, dripping down his ass and spreading slick against his thighs, “F-Fuck… I’m-I’m gonn.. Fuckkk… I’m gonn.. Gonna.. Ah..a-sh.. Shit.. ah..mm fuck…” It was so hot as his folds twitched, before coming undone and squirting his juices on the mattress below him, pulsating with each finger that continued to pump inside him. Zoro arched his back to the sensation of pleasure, feeling it leave his body. Almost being too much, he panted and continued to finger himself. Just a little more, he told himself, a little more.

He had almost forgotten his omega roommate was on his way home, opening the front door and whistling to himself. It was quiet in the apartment for a few moments, until Sanji heard a whimper escape his roommates closed door. At first, he chose to ignore it and put his stuff down, throwing his keys on the kitchen counter and resting his backpack on the island.

But then he smelt it. If he didn’t know any better, it was the smell of an omega deep in heat. It was savory, different than anyone he had ever smelt before. Something kind of like a sweeter bonfire, with that edge of smoke to it. And if he didn’t know any better, the blonde would say it was coming from Zoro’s room.

Sanji swallowed and approached the door, hearing the noises that fell from his roommate's lips almost instantly upon getting closer. It was mindless fucked-out begging, panting, whimpering, writhing for pleasure- for more release. He knew the sensation all too well. It sounded like Roronoa, but it couldn’t have been. That brute didn’t have a begging or whimpering bone in his body, for one. And second off, he was a beta. How could he go into heat and be a…

His twenty-first birthday was last week.

The cook knocked on the door, “Uh Zoro? Are you okay?” The wet noises stopped; moans being replaced with pure silence. He heard some shuffling and a loud noise, probably the moss-head falling over. When the door opened, he was greeted by Zoro, who was naked with sweat dripping down his face. His hair was pressed to his forehead and his skin was hot, red with lust.

“Curly brow,” he rasped out, clearly out of breath from the looks of it, “I think I’m dying.” One of his hands came up, shaking, to grip the doorframe, “I think I’m about to… die.”

The blonde sniffed visibly, “No… It’s clearly a heat,” he went to continue but his stomach dropped. It was an intense feeling that came on, causing him to grab the door and slam it in his friend's face. Warmth spread across his legs, down his cunt and up his spine, making him shiver, “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.”

“...Curly?” Zoro asked from the other side of the door, “Are you dying too?” He was so out of it, because usually he’d at least make some sense. But now the moss-head was nothing more than incoherent babbles, leaning against his door and waiting for his roommate to appear again.

Slick started to pool in Sanji’s panties, making them stick to his vulva and fuck wouldn’t it be nice if he opened that door and fucked Zoro then and- He shook his head and pressed his head against the door, exhaling a shaky breath. He had to stay in control, he couldn’t lose it. He couldn’t do something he would regret with someone he held so dearly.

Sanji liked Zoro in every way that wasn’t normal. He was a kind, stupid, idiotic, pretty, stupid, man who knew nothing about basic manners. But he was Zoro, and God, it was hard to keep that door in between them. He didn’t want to ruin this with his desires, and he didn’t want his roommate to look at him the next morning with disgust.

“Sanji… Come in please,” the omega heard a quiet voice from his green-haired friend on the other side of the door, “I really want you to be with me right now.” It sounded genuine, it sounded real. Not clouded with lust, not clouded with his heat.

“That’s your heat talking, just give me a second. I think you triggered mine,” he forced out through gritted teeth, clenching his jaw to keep himself in check.

At that the so-called beta wrenched the ironclad grip that his blonde friend had on the door from him, forcing the door open so they could stare at each other. Sweat ran down his tanned skin and his black eyes bore into Sanji’s blue ones, searching for something. Was it consent? Was it an answer? But an answer to what? Whatever Sanji said or was it an answer to Zoro’s own feelings he had neglected for so long? Because, fuck, spending his heat with his roommate sounded so good.

“I always want you to be with me,” Roronoa whispered, extending his hand, “I don’t think that’s the heat. I think it��s my heat, idiot,” he pointed his other hand to his chest, pressing against the center as if he was pointing to his heart.

Sanji tried to hold back a laugh but it tumbled from his mouth, the corners turning up into a pained smile, “I always want to be with you. But in a… different way,” he took his roommates hand, gasping when their skin met. It was electric and it was right. As if every moment in his life had led up to this, so they could touch each other like it was the first time again.

“What way?” The moss-head slowly walked backward, pulling them into his room with ease.

“Um…” The blonde looked away and closed the door, “Romantically?”

Zoro stopped walking and looked down at their hands. They were interlaced, fingers against fingers, holding onto each other for dear life. As if when they broke it would be the end. He didn’t want it to break, he didn’t want it to end either. And the thought of being romantic with Sanji wasn’t unappealing at all. Especially with his arousal talking, it sounded pretty damn good.

He then nodded, “I like that. Let’s do it, curly.”

“Do… what?” Sanji narrowed his eyes, letting his mouth hang open for a moment.

“Romance stuff, like holding hands or kissing,” He then paused, “...Can we kiss?” His black eyes widened, the new omegas other hand coming to clasp over their joint hands. He pulled the other man in closer, staring with something new. This was the lust. This was that overpowering lust he had been fighting off for half of this interaction, before it won and took hold of his body. This was the thing that Sanji had secretly hoped would take over so he could let go and do something. Let his hands wander, fondle, touch, grasp at any surface he could.

Sanji nodded and their lips found each other, pressing together to make one person within an instant. Fuck it felt so good to kiss, pressing shallow pecks along both their mouths before it deepened. Before tongues lolled against one another and teeth collided. Pleasure spiked from this alone and, god, Zoro could’ve cum from this alone. The blonde's hands started to undo his own shirt, forcing the buttons off their holes and shrugging off the blue once he got a chance. His skin was perfect, made just for the green-haired male to run his hands along his newly flat chest. The scars were fresh but they were perfect, especially if they made Vinsmoke happy.

“I like you,” Zoro broke apart the kiss to press a slobbery one along his roommate's jaw, pressing more down his neck, “Like a lot.” His hands came to hook onto the jeans holding back his friend's cunt, which he could smell. God, he could smell the pheromones. It hit him and he couldn’t get enough of it. It was sweet, it was so sweet. He wanted to lick along the scent gland once he found it, just to taste more of that liquor against his lips.

“Marimo… I love you,” Sanji breathed out, helping him pull off his jeans and slick soaked panties. He was breathtaking, everything the other had imagined. A perfect pussy for a perfect omega, sticking out between his legs for Zoro to tease with two fingers.

He looked up at his blonde roommate, falling onto his knees to get a better feel for his folds, “You love me, cook?” Zoro’s fingers felt around the plush vulva, finding his engorged clit and running it between his pads. He forced himself to stare up into the blue eyes staring back at him with affection and lust, instead of diving into that pretty pussy.

“I think I do,” the blonde whispered, running his hand over green hair.

“I love you,” Roronoa leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his pubic bone, not minding the blonde hair that laid there, “I want to have sex with you a lot … too.” His eyes were blown out with lust as he kissed, sloppy open-mouthed kisses along his skin, taking his time as he worked up, meeting his lover's face with a smile.

“Yeah,” Sanji whined, grabbing the back of his neck to guide their mouths together, “Let me make this the best heat,” their lips met with fervor for longer than they should’ve, hands exploring lower and lower before he pulled back, “You’ve ever had.”

Mouths pressed and hands grabbed, fondling every part they could grab until Zoro’s back was against the soaked mattress again. His legs spread, slicked folds shining in the dull light as his lover pried them apart with gentle fingers. He dipped down into the wetness, hooking his hand to see how the new omega would react. Slowly brushing against his G-spot, it was easy to get the moss-head to let out whines that sounded foreign on his lips, arching his back to the pleasure.

Zoro was never someone who was submissive, but this heat was rendering his brain to nothing but mush. Mush that wanted the omega above him so bad. To live inside him and grab his body, pull him in and never let go. To mold their bodies and make him feel as good as he made the green-haired male. To make Sanji feel so good he can’t move, but instead whisper Zoro’s name like a chant- like a prayer.

Sanji fingered him for a little while longer, slicking his hand until it was sopping. He pulled it back and licked along his digits, taking it into his mouth and making eye contact as he sucked. He looked overjoyed to taste the moss-head, wanting so badly to dive inside and eat him up. Devour him on a platter and never come up for air.

“God, fuck me already,” Roronoa leaned his head back, turning it to rest on one of his shoulders as they gazed upon each other. The other loved to be a brat, loved to tease, even though they were both aware they both wanted to break the distance.

Sanji knew that all too well, leaning forward to press a kiss on his lover's nose, “Be patient. I’m gonna make you feel so good…” His hand spread Roronoa apart as his legs shifted, the left hooking overtop the others right. They molded together, as he leaned forward and pressed their pussies together. His outer vulva and bottom growth rubbed circles along Zoro’s cunt, all with slow jerks of his hips. Wetness upon wetness squelched as the blonde started to ride the other, rocking back and forth continuously to satiate the burning in his lower stomach.

“A-Ah~ You.. You’re… Oh my god…” Zoro gaped at him, two familiar hands coming to grab at his breasts and fondle them. Fingers squeezed his nipples, causing a surge of pleasure to drop into his aching clit.

“I’m gonna.. Mm.. I’m gonna fuck you so good…” Sanji whined, pressing further to calm the itch that needed to be scratched deep inside him, “You’re gonna.. F-fuck.. Hahh.. You’re gonna be all taken.. Mm taken ca-care of..ha.. Hahh.. Mari-... Zoro…” His engorged clit found Zoro’s, pressing into it and massaging with the slow grinding of his hips.

Zoro wrapped his arm around his lover's neck, bringing their faces together, “Sa-Say my name again.” He gritted through a tight jaw, bringing wet kisses to his neck, to his perfect scent gland. It tasted like sugar, becoming nothing more than a muddled shell of itself after he licked on it, kissed it, even nibbled a bit.

The blonde moaned, “Z-Zoro… Fuck..” He squeezed Zoro’s tits together, digging his fingernails into the skin, picking up his pace, “Zoro… You’re doing so good..”

“Y-Yeah?” He breathed out, wrenching Sanji into an open-mouthed kiss, tilting his head to tongue-fuck him with no remorse. They thrashed together, taking each other in- drinking each other in. To taste the blonde omega was better than any wine, any beer, anything he’d ever drank before. Fuck, Zoro needed him in every sense of the word.

“Yeah,” the man pulled back to marvel at the man quivering underneath him. Slick and wetness dripped down his thighs, smearing against his skin and down into Zoro, melding their bodies together as one, “Zoro.. fuck you’re so-so .. so.. So good..” Their clits were twitching in turn, so full of hedonistic delight it was almost too much. Even still, they wanted more of that hot satisfaction. They needed each other until time ended.

“Right there.. Yea-a-ah, that’s it,” Roronoa’s hand snaked to his lover's hip, pleading him to grind harder. It gripped his partner's skin and moved him, grating their heats together. His core was so close, so full to snapping and releasing fluids all over themselves. The coil that had wrapped itself in his stomach, buried deep with warmth was about to explode, dripping hot slick as they humped.

“Please,” Sanji mewled, pressing their foreheads together, “Fuck I need this.. I need you.. I need.. Zoro.. Z-Zoro I need you,” tears were streaming down his cheeks, rutting his pussy as quickly as he could to get some gratification. If Zoro had any mind he’d be making fun of him, but his brain was so drunk off of his omegas scent he couldn’t do anything more than moan and attempt to jerk his hips in tandem.

“I’m here,” he cooed, his free left hand coming to grab the blondes which were doing nothing more than flicking the others nipples. Their fingers interlaced and pressed into the mattress that creaked beneath their moving bodies, squeezing each other. The squeeze was to say this is real, at least they hoped it was. They both hoped this was reality and not some hyper realistic dream. Not something they could ever wake up from.

“I-I need you,” Vinsmoke keened, thrusting his honeypot against Zoro’s, hitting that perfect spot. The green-haired male was so close to coming undone, pressing himself into the mattress for some kind of leverage. Something to keep that feeling going, that perfect angle that was making him barely hold back.

“Y-Yeah.. I-I need you too.. f-f..mm.. Shit I’m.. I’m..” Zoro stuttered, his head falling back to loll against the bed.

Within the minute he felt himself crash, coming undone and releasing his fluids against his lover. It was warm and it was sticky, coming out in squelching waves. He groaned, the hand on Sanji’s hip coming up to grab his omega behind the neck and bring him down into a kiss. It was something more tender than before, something touching- No, not touching, something intimate. Something that combined their souls and made them one, once and for all.

His pussy was so sensitive as the omega kept humping him, mushing their folds together and using his spare hand to slide his fingers between the two for more friction. He found Zoro’s clit and started to rub on it, scissoring it between two fingers to get that delicate spot that melted underneath his touch.

“I’m so close,” the blonde let out a cry, “God, I’ve- I’ve wanted this for so long,” his voice rasped against his throat. This was better than any vibrator or any dildo, any rabbit or any rose toy. It was hot flesh rubbing against hot flesh for some kind of release they both could give, they both knew they could. And they wanted to. Holy hell, he wanted to cum all over Zoro and fuck it back inside him.

When Sanji did cum it was louder than his lover. His hips sputtered in tune, hot liquid dripping from his urethra on top of Zoro’s sloppy mound. It felt so good and freeing, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. As if the pleasure building in his gut exploded and cascaded down his front, into his core and flooded back into his face. He tried not to stop, to keep going but it was so much, too much for him.

Without speaking, the blonde scooted back from the others cunt, much to a loud protest. He tried to gather as much of their joint slick on his fingers as he could, before sticking digit after digit inside Zoro. He was going to fuck his hot slick right back inside his omega if it killed him. Vinsmoke was going to fuck him so good, make his first heat so good. Make every second of side stepping and awkward banter worth it so they could consummate their love once and for all.

“S-Sanji…” Zoro groaned, pressing his hips into the mattress and letting his back lift just a bit, “Wh… Mmm.. Don’t- f-fuck… Don’t stop..” He whined, something new but, fuck, it was hot. God, he was so hot when he was disheveled and begging for more. When he was covered in sweat and slick. When his pussy was throbbing and swollen, mercilessly begging for it to end but aching for it to continue. When his face was contorting into expressions, they both knew he couldn’t control, eyes crossing and tongue lapping out the side of his mouth.

“Good.. g-good boy. Yeah, that’s it… You like my fingers?” Sanji smiled, letting four fingers get swallowed by his lover's pink walls.

“Don’t get.. C-cocky,” the first time the whole night Zoro was conscious enough to make some sort of comeback, that was quickly drowned out with his mewling and whimpering for more, “Sanjiii,” he exhaled, “Fuck, you d.. Mm do so good.”

Sanji leaned down, letting his tongue graze his marimo’s quivering clit as his fingers pumped in and out of his pussy, “Is this too much?” His tone was teasing but his question was genuine, beckoning an answer out of the other with another lick to that oh-so sensitive clitoris.

“M-more… whole hand..” Zoro mumbled, nodding his head and spreading his legs back with his hands. He brought his knees up, holding his calves to his thighs to give Sanji better access to his pretty little core. Sanji, who slowly stopped fingering the other man to stare at him inquisitively.

“Whole… hand?” He repeated, but he nodded.

The four fingers were soon replaced by five when his thumb came to gently work his lover open, letting his knuckles pass through gummy walls. Sanji pinched his hand together, targeting that perfect g-spot that was swollen to the touch. It was just behind his clitoris and begging to be stroked and pet, begging to be abused by his digits. The slick made it incredibly easy to squeeze inside Zoro, painting the new omega’s thighs in clear wetness that the blonde couldn’t help but eye.

Zoro let out a moan when his lover started to fist-fuck him, gently dragging his hand in and out past his entrance to stimulate his core. And he let out another moan when Sanji’s mouth found his inner right thigh, sucking and licking along the skin to clean up that mess. It wasn’t just open-mouthed kisses, fuck, he was making out with the skin. Passion behind his mouth as he bit and teased, licked, kissed, and sucked tenderly. His spare left hand came up on the front of his omega's thigh to his knee, then back down, sending goosebumps throughout the other.

“You.. A-Ah~ God,” his groan was guttural, coming deep inside his chest, “You’re.. ha..hah.. I’m.. mm.. Shit..” Within seconds of being fucked with one whole hand, Zoro was cuming and squirting his hot wetness onto his lover. It came out in quick bursts, lightly spraying from his pussy and barely missing Sanji’s face.

Although, the blonde wouldn’t have minded tasting him, especially when he was so lust-drunk on the moss-heads … everything. Everything Zoro did was making the omega ache, deep inside his bones. Even without the guise of it being purely sexual, it made him throb. He was full of pure unbridled affection for the idiot beneath him, who stared at Sanji as if he was looking at an angel on Earth for the first time in his life.

Sanji slowly pulled out of him, making sure not to hurt him as he continued. When the other was emptied of fingers, that was when his lover leaned up and kissed him. Just as gentle and intimate as before, even more so now. They were bound, they were bound until time stopped. There was nothing that could tear their bond apart and create a rift between their bodies, between their souls. A hand came to cradle Zoro’s face, placing peck after peck on his smiling lips.

“I love you,” Sanji smiled into the kiss, letting his teeth brush against his lovers, “I really love you.” His mouth trailed to Zoro’s eyes, kissing the lids and dragging down to his cheeks. He placed deliberate kisses on his face that were inching toward that new scent gland on his lover's neck.

“I love you too,” their bodies entangled together in the pool of their wetness and slick, as Zoro’s heat finally began to subside. It would only be for now, but he’d relish in these gentle touches he was getting until he was blinded by arousal again.

“You’re not just saying that ‘cause of your heat?” He heard the blonde omega murmur, laying atop his roommate and pressing his nose against the new scent gland. It was a foreign feeling to Roronoa, but it was pleasurable. More relaxing in this context, more soothing.

Zoro wrapped his arms around the others back, letting his hands rest on the small of his back, “Definitely not.” He exhaled when Sanji licked a stripe against his gland, practically tasting the blonde's sweetness on his tongue. It became more prominent as he was scented, letting his eyes flutter closed to the calming sensation.

“I wasn’t lying,” Vinsmoke muttered into the gland, bringing one finger to trace around the edge, “I really have wanted this for a long time.”

“Honestly, me too,” the moss-head let out a yawn and nuzzled his head against his lovers, getting a low chuckle in response.

“You have such a way with words,” he teased, pulling back to face Zoro again. The omegas hands came up and cupped his face, relishing in the warmth that radiated off of him, “I love you.”

“I love you,” Zoro smiled back at him. Maybe being an omega wasn’t such a bad thing after all…

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thanks-obillma · 20 days ago

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okay finally sat down and watched season two of tvdint so uh thoughts bc I'm going wild over this but the fandom is teensy, disclaimer that I've only watched the anime

Okay so came for Micro Bikini (thank you obscure character showdown tags for making me look him up), and ngl he's definitely one of my favorites.

S Tier: Micro Bikini, Draluc, Yakyuken Lover, Senya

A Tier: Transparent Lower Half, Etiquette Breacher, Tsujigiri, Mr. Lewd Talk

B Tier: Maria, Nudenium (he grew on me a lot), Koyuki, Odd Creature, Fukuma and Kei (he reminds me of my brother)

John is very cute, Handa is funny, and Ronaldo is meh but whatever makes Draluc happy. Anyways thoughts and hcs about some of my favorites:

Draluc-- hhhhhhhhhhhh, I would spoil him so much, biromantic gay. Possibly a trans man. Very much in love with Ronaldo by the second season, doesn't want to confess because he's pretty sure Ronaldo is straight and worries that it would ruin the good thing they have. It's really transparent to everyone who knows him tho. Also has a crush on Hinaichi, especially at the beginning, but it turns platonic as time goes on.

Micro Bikini-- asexual but he doesn't really know it. Both his brothers are bi and he's had crushes of all genders, but it makes him super uncomfy to try to label it so he just shrugs and lets people assume whatever they want about his orientation. Probably arospec too. is "weirdly attracted" to Nudenium, doesn't have the words to explain but is pretty sure this isn't how crushes are supposed to feel like, and is right.

Yakyuken Lover-- bisexual, polyamorous too but doesn't know it. Secretly a hopeless romantic and gets crushes super easy. Goes all in with relationships especially at the start but invariably gets crushes on other people no matter how hard he tries to avoid it, really beats up on himself for this and is pretty disillusioned with romance. Dates Mr. Lewd Talk during season 1. Ends up with a crush on Koyuki thru season 2 but knows she's out of his league. They end up getting together after season 2.

Transparent Lower Half-- bi he/they, has a one-sided crush on Etiquette Breacher. I wish he had more screen time.

Senya-- genderqueer, she/her. Has a long, very complicated relationship with her gender and doesn't like talking about it, considers herself femme leaning. Close old friends with the guild master.

Tsujigiri-- nonbinary, they/them, aroace. Has something with Kantarou but neither of them know what it is.

Etiquette Breacher-- genderfluid, any pronouns but prefers they/them, likes guys, demiromantic, dating Satetsu. I like their laugh.

Mr. Lewd Talk-- bisexual gay man. Dates Yakyuken during season 1 and stays on friendly terms with him when they break up. Him and Draus dated for a long time before Draus eventually broke up with him for Mira. tbh, still not over him. like at all. it's kinda embarassing.

Mikazuki-- that's a he/him butch.

Koyuki-- straight trans woman, she/her, idk what she sees in Yakyuken platonic or otherwise but she certainly seems to see something.

Kantarou-- bisexual arospec agender, is fine with any pronouns but is used to he/him and it doesn't always register right away if others are used

various others: Ronaldo is bi but doesn't realize until he starts catching feelings for Draluc. Hiyoshi is a trans man. Shot is pan. John is also gay and him and Draluc bond over this.

#my brain words #I really like this show #the mix of low stakes and humor make it nice and calming to me #tvdint #I need to read the manga

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h0rnyv01d · 1 year ago

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0: Height

1: Virgin?

2: Shoe size

3: Do you smoke?

4: Do you drink?

5: Do you take drugs?

6: Age you get mistaken for

7: Have tattoos?

8: Want any tattoos?

9: Got any piercings?

10: Want any piercings?

11: Best friend?

12: Relationship status

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

16: I’ll love you if

17: Someone you miss

18: Most traumatic experience

19: A fact about your personality

20: What I hate most about myself

21: What I love most about myself

22: What I want to be when I get older

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

25: My idea of a perfect date

26: My biggest pet peeves

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

30: What I hate the most about work/school

31: What your last text message says

32: What words upset me the most

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

37: One of my insecurities

38: My childhood career choice

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

40: Who wish I could be

41: Where I want to be right now

42: The last thing I ate

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

44: A random fact about anything

oop this is long so

1: yeah lol

2: 6

3: nope, gotta keep them lungs healthy to stay slutty

4: nopity nope, i’m so scared of saying something i’ll regret while drunk

5: again, nope 😭😭

6: recently people have been offering me kids menus at restaurants? it’s odd, idk how old they think i am but

7: no :(

8: i wanna get a star pattern on my collarbone at some point, and maybe a jellyfish on my upper arm

9: yep! regular lobe, and a cartilage piercing on my right ear

10: i wanna get a bunch of piercings, but just on my ears, i’m getting a conch piercing on my left soon

11: probs my friend sophia but you wouldn’t know her obv lol

12: it’s complicated- we’re both into each other, and weve dated in the past, but neither of us is willing to b like “let’s get back together”

13: men just casually hinting at something they’re into. it just makes my brain go WILD with possibilities

14: being mean outside of sex

15: cinderella (1950)

16: i’ll love you if you’re sweet (my standards are so low i’m sorry)

17: my friends i don’t talk to anymore

18: i’ve had two seizures, and those were probably the worst moments of my life

19: i’m clingy but i won’t admit it

20: my chin and my need for attention

21: i got that hourglass figure <3

22: i wanna be an author!!

23: i have one little sister, i love her, but she’s nuts sometimes

24: no father, and my mom is more like a big sister than a mother to me

25: any date is perfect as long as i’m with someone i love. but if i had to pick, watching fireworks together

26: people pronouncing my city name wrong, idk why

27: he’s a lil short, he’s got curly blonde hair, and he’s so sweet, he wants to be lawyer someday

28: the person i dislike most has greasy brown hair, is 5’6, and looks like he doesn’t shower

29: protecting feelings, and also i’ve lied if i thought it’d help repair friendships

30: waking up early!! i hate getting up at 6

31: “will you wake up if i send you more pictures of cats i like, or should i wait until tomorrow?”

32: ‘we need to talk’

33: i’ve gotten told i look like cinderella twice today :)) that made me feel so amazing

34: i’m more attracted to men than women, but i’ve noticed that whenever i’m into women, they tend to be really strong

35: brunettes for some reason

36: tbh i’m perfectly fine in florida

37: my laugh

38: i used to want to be a marine biologist, and while that field is still incredibly interesting to me, i think i’d rather write

39: vanilla, i’m a basic bitch <3

40: adelaide kane, shes dropdead gorgeous i’d love to be her

41: greece, because apparently there’s a ton of cats!!

42: i had a banana a few hours ago

43: chris hemsworth. on his poster for thor: ragnarok, he literally fits leonardo da vinci’s idea of perfection, so i will unapologetically be saying this

44: the blue whale is the largest animal to have ever lived

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blossomofhope · 6 months ago

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Heart of Mine - Shizuku

right so. a few notes on this first.

as i said the other day (though i deleted that post) the narration for this isn't perfectly in character it's based more off of the cards i'm referencing.

also shiho is definitely not a normal nine-year-old idk.

this is over 3k words so don't feel obliged to read any of it :> i just like posting these here as well as on ao3.

the first line's never explained i'm sorry i wrote this over the week and forgot my original plan.

I can’t be sure when it started. I don’t think I’ll ever be sure.

I suppose something was put into motion several years ago, when a storm so terrible it threatened to demolish the newly-built east wing. I had been eleven, still the sort of girl to cower under her covers as the wind whipped the trees into a leafy froth and rattled my bedroom window like it was trying to come in uninvited. I don’t think it was the rain that had bothered me. It was the mere thought that something terrible could happen in the suffocating darkness brought on by that sort of nightly weather and I would be none the wiser until it was too late. It was foolish for a girl so old, on the cusp of proper maturity, to be so afraid of weather. It was just in my nature. I was sheltered, rich, and generally absent-minded. I still am.

Though I was a lot of things as a child, come to think of it. The daughter of a duke and his mistress, although it very well could have been a common harlot, named heir because there was no one else and I believe my father was getting desperate, and by universal consent, beautiful. It wasn’t vanity. I do not think I have ever been vain, or self-centred, or so absorbed in my appearance that I didn’t care for much else. My looks had always been a point of interest. Wasn’t the young lady pretty, so much so that she doesn’t look entirely human? I had heard plenty of talk throughout my lifetime - I was a bastard, a fraud, unworthy. But as my father had put it once, if I fell short then the shred of worth I had would fall to none. Something along those lines. He always was the poetic sort, and I could never understand what his words were supposed to mean.

Besides, with the storm howling outside my window I wasn’t going to abandon the safety and warmth of my bed for anything. All things considered I doubt I would have got up if part of the province had been set alight, if it was far away enough. I do remember, however, hearing something odd despite the pouring rain, wind and occasional rumble of thunder.

I had thought it was something falling, briefly, before the dull glow of a light spread across the path. It had crept up the wall of the house and set shadows dancing across my bedroom, so I knew whatever was happening was nearby. My room was not above the front door. It overlooked the gardens. A thief, I had wondered, or perhaps a runaway?

There was the sound of scuffling and an angry voice. They sounded young, younger than I was, and had the sort of accent I associated with the poorest townsfolk and their feral children. That only served to fuel my rioting imagination, and I couldn’t help but picture whoever it was. They must have come here, I told myself, because the fruit in the orchard still needed picking, and they were desperate for food. I felt a sudden pang of jealousy, thinking that. I considered picking the orchard my favourite thing to do. It wasn’t fair that some street rat was stealing all of it.

I laid there for a while longer, listening to their annoyed protests and occasional yelps of pain. No one was talking, but it was obvious that somebody was restraining the thief. We didn’t have guards stationed here all of the time, though I was used to their presence and the way they prowled around the estate like wild animals. We just had a lot of staff working past sunset and well into the night. I, of course, didn’t care for them, but I hoped that this little street rat didn’t cause any serious to harm to anyone who worked for the family.

Eventually I slipped out of bed, bare feet light as ever on the velvety carpet, and in my nightgown opened my curtains as much as I could bear to. Peering out of the window into the storm did not satiate my curiosity, although the rain was harsh on my face and the cold bit right down to my bones. I knew I would likely catch a chill and be bedridden for a day or two, but what did it matter? I wanted to give this child a piece of my mind for attempting to steal my fruit from my orchards. I was still a child myself at the time, yet I had the sort of blind arrogance all children of my standing were known to possess at one point or another. I believe I was the most insufferable eleven-year-old in the country.

I followed the flickering lamplight with my eyes, making out the shadows of gnarled trees reaching for me like ancient fingers and the outlines of carts abandoned for the night, but nobody was there. I learnt further out of the open window, clutching onto the windowsill to steady myself. And then I saw it.

Just shy of the back entrance and the servants’ way in, a man whose broad figure I recognised but could not place was wrestling a child - a scrap of a thing swearing and struggling for all they were worth - away from the house. It was a terrible sight for me. I had expected a thief, yes, and a young one, yet this was new to me. Why was he restraining them with such force? Surely a child like that was no trouble, I reminded myself, even though in the back of my mind I was picturing myself in their shoes.

A shudder ran down my spine at the thought of being like that, being forcibly prevented from getting what I desperately needed. I did not know what it was to be starving, penniless or truly alone. I had always had my father. The servants who catered to my every need were different, but they too were people. They did the jobs I did not, or rather, anything and everything I thought I was above doing. I am sure I gave them strife once upon a time.

“Stop!” I cried, praying that I would be heard above the storm. The words had pushed themselves past my lips before I had the time for second thoughts, “I order you to stop!”

The man stilled. He looked up. He laughed, fondly, though it was laced with annoyance. “Miss Shizuku,” he said, because that was what I had had them call me as a child, “You ought to be in bed. Don’t you fret over this. Common thieves aren’t your trouble.”

But I wanted them to be, if it would convince him to let the child go. So I had folded my arms and put on the best show of authority I could, “I will tell my father.”

“About?” he asked, “Ain’t nothing wrong with what I’m doing, missy. Go to sleep or else the morning’ll never come, isn’t that what they say?”

It was clear that he was trying to stay civil with me. I didn’t want that. Let him shout at me. I would tell my father all about it and then he would lose his job. It would serve him right for being so heartless.

I couldn’t stand it. I slammed the window shut, and with all the grace of a proper lady, nearly fell over in my haste to put something on my feet. It wasn’t right for me to leave my room barefoot, after all, though that should have been the least of my worries. Then I snuffed out the lights, left the room, and dashed downstairs like the house was on fire. It felt like the world was collapsing in my wake, all my thoughts focused on giving that man what I believed he deserved. He was a member of staff, I told myself, it was well within my right to do so. I was the lady of the house despite my age, was I not?

I am sure he could hear me coming. My slippered feet were awfully loud against the rain-slick cobbles. But I doubt he was expecting the young lady, the daughter of the local lord, to throw herself onto him at full pelt, fists raised. It was a stupid thing to do. He was several times my size and then some. Did I care? Not one bit. He let the young thief go, though they did not run. They simply watched, mouth hanging open, as I told him how much I hated him and how much of a monster I thought he was.

At some point I must have realised it was a losing battle, and I was beginning to lose the strength to pummel him. I let myself drop to the floor, teetering a little. It wouldn’t do for me to end up in an unceremonious heap on the ground.

He sighed. I recognised him now, though his name still eluded me. He was the groundsman, or something similar. Being who I was I didn’t actually know. His expression was stony when he looked from me to the thief and back again. “Come with me,” he said fiercely, “Both of you.”

I knew that tone. It promised terrible things to come. I went to trail after him, in utter disgrace, before I stopped and grabbed the thief’s arm. This child - this girl - was so skinny that I could clasp her bony wrist between my thumb and forefinger if I tried.

She protested, and muttered an angry, “Get the hell off me,” but did not pull away.

We followed the groundsman into the house, the thief looking around the place like they couldn’t believe their eyes, me as meekly as possible, my eyes on my shoes. I hated being in trouble. I was doing what I thought was right, for god’s sake.

My father was in his study, as he almost always was. I often wondered if he slept there, he never seemed to leave. We were let in without immediate question. The man explained the situation as best as he could, and I glared at him with my arms crossed, as if the anger bubbling within me would deter him in some way.

My father pinched the bridge of his nose with a disappointed sigh. “I expected better of you, Shizuku,” he told me sternly, “To be storming out of the house and making an attempt to attack someone over a thief? Have I taught you nothing?”

I did not reply, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. I was scolded often, I was that kind of child, but seldom by my father. To be personally reprimanded for doing the right thing… It felt terrible. I felt terrible.

He glanced up again, brows furrowed, and his solemn blue eyes rested on the girl. I didn’t know her name yet. She was thin, alarmingly so, though dimly I wondered if some of it was natural, as it was with me. Her shock of matted hair was a dirty greyish colour, and her eyes were a piercing green that made me think of the cunning serpents in the folktales I used to read past dark. But there was something unusually familiar about her, something eerie and otherworldly about her narrow face and slender features.

My father sat up properly. “My god,” he muttered to himself, to no one in particular, “My god.”

He slowly stood, walking over to her with an odd expression on his face. I took my father for a stoic man, however in that moment his expression was softer than I had ever seen it. I’m sure he would have looked at me like that had I been a normal child. Unfortunately, I was anything but. It was something that made me feel oddly envious. He was looking at this strange, thieving girl like he was seeing someone entirely different.

“What…” he began, before the words split, fell down the back of his throat. He swallowed, tried again, “What’s your name?”

The girl blinked, clearly baffled by the question. “Shiho,” she replied, trying to be polite, “…sir.”

My father laughed, shaking his head fondly. Why was he being like this? To her?

“No need for such formalities,” he told her, “Do you… how does one phrase this… know who your mother was?”

The flash of a smile flitted across the girl’s face, like she found his attempt to be tactful amusing, “No. Never knew her, really. I was young to know her name, at that.”

“I… see,” he answered, though it sounded as if he didn’t. Then the briefest glimpse of a smile ghosted over his lips. “Well, would it be any comfort if I told you that you look very much like her?”

Shiho scowled, stubbornly silent. I wanted to ask what he meant, but it wasn’t my turn to speak. Was he mad? How did he know this girl’s mother? Surely a man of such high standing would never trouble himself with people like that. I didn’t want to believe it, much like I refused to believe that my mother was less than human because everyone thought she was a whore in a high place. I hadn’t a clue what they meant and it would have been rude to ask.

I felt envious all over again. This girl at least had had a mother that she could somewhat remember, even if it was in the shadow of an early memory. As far as I could recall, however, I had only ever had my father. I’d always assumed my mother had died in childbirth with how little anyone spoke about her outside of speculating wildly about her. Perhaps that wasn’t the case. I didn’t want to know about her. I didn’t want my world to be turned upside-down over someone I had never known.

Shiho folded her arms after a furtive glance at me. She was imitating me, I realised. Unusual, but not a big surprise. I was close enough to her age that she could mimic what I was doing with little effort.

“How d’you know what she looked like?” she asked, a belligerent tilt to her chin. She was looking up at him like she was considering squashing him. I doubt that she really meant it. She was just that way.

My father faltered again. “Ah. Well, that’s a complicated one.” He nodded towards the door and the groundsman left, though not until telling Shiho to watch it.

“Put simply,” he continued, sitting back down and putting his hands together as he thought things through, “I knew her once.”

Shiho snorted. “Last I heard she was whoring for some guy down south. Reckon someone like you’d know her well enough, eh?”

I was taken aback, and rather appalled at her bluntness. Was this so normal for her? My father shook his head. “That’s quite enough of that. Keep your nose out.” Shiho rolled her eyes; it was one of the most frustrating things adults said. He glanced at me. “Don’t let your curiosity run away with you, Shizuku. I can tell when you’re planning something.”

I feigned offence for a moment, then nodded. “I understand, father.”

“And… Shiho, was it? I can’t say I’ve seen you. And you’ve no one to take care of you? How old are you?”

“Nine,” she replied, then added, “but that don’t matter much.”

“It does to me. You’re awfully young.”

Shiho didn’t reply, but her green eyes burnt with a ferocity I had never seen in someone of her standing. Come to think of it, I had never seen that sort of expression on anyone. It spoke volumes.

She turned around, facing me. “You didn’t need to do anything. I had it handled.”

I laughed, resisting the urge to ruffle her hair as if she was my sister, “You did

not.”

“…fine, maybe I didn’t.”

I grinned at her and looked to my father. He was frowning at Shiho and I like the space between us was a mystery in desperate need of solving. He seemed hell-bent on something. I didn’t know what, and I did not dare ask.

But it had never come as a surprise when, afterwards, Shiho would find her way onto the grounds and we would spend the day running wild. Perhaps my father had given her permission, a result of whatever he had figured out about her. She taught me how to climb trees - properly, she said, so

that there was less chance of me ruining my fine clothes. I still managed to tear hems and it was near impossible for me to go anywhere without falling, but I scarcely minded. I taught her little things, simple things for me that she found difficult, like how not to make a fool out of herself in public and how to convince people at parties that we found everything immensely entertaining.

There was never a formal process, not one that I knew of. Someone came and fetched Shiho one day when she was telling me all about how she longed to be a soldier and I was considering the consequences of throwing something at her to shut her up a little, and then she just never left. It got to such a point that ‘sister’ felt far better than ‘friend’, so that was what she became to me. I am sure my father knew something that we didn’t, but he did not tell us, and I never saw fit to question him even as I got older. Then Shiho went away to the next kingdom, before the war had started, and never came back. She sent me letters describing her military training in extensive detail and I returned them all, telling her of the life I was living with our father unfit to handle things. I became a duchess. She became a soldier like she’d wanted.

When the war started we were on opposite sides. The letters stopped. I didn’t know if she was alive or dead. And, when the news came that the enemy’s leading commander had died, I admit that I wept. For my sister, for him, for myself. I didn’t know if she had joined him in that campaign and I hoped she had been stationed elsewhere.

We were adults by that time; it had been over a decade since we met that night in the rain. But I do wonder, sometimes, if we no longer had anything to fight for.

#saki.txt #fic: tarnish my name #pjsekai #project sekai #prosekai #project sekai au #pjsk #shizuku hinomori #hinomori shizuku #shiho hinomori #hinomori shiho

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