#also bare with me cause I’m still trying to figure out how to draw them

[cotscott]

I’ve been doodling them all week dudee….. expect more from me 💥

[pupkashi]

Ok so can i request something?

Im currently on my period and i feel my insides tearing apart. Im having rough months cause my roomate who was also my best friend got in a fight with me and blamed me for everything (that wasn't even my fault) and my final term exams are here as well :((( imagine all the pressure

Can i get something soft with toru?my period is killing me and I would KILL to have this man with me rn

a/n: me when a bad bitch tells me to write comforting fluff 🫡 in all seriousness i hope this helps you even a smidge my beloved !!! i know how terrible and hurtful fights with friends can be from personal experience and i hope things get resolved for you soon <3 i love u so so so much you sweet summer child I’m so proud of you & best of luck on exams !

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sundays are your favorite days, you’ve decided.

sunday means you’ll have a warm, lanky, white haired sorcerer asleep next to you when you wake up. his arms tightly wrapped around your torso with his over grown hair tickling the back of your neck.

it’s sunday morning, and satoru is wrapped around you like a koala bear. there’s soft snores coming from the tired sorcerer, making you wonder what time he got home last night. the clock on the nightstand reads 7:42 am, making you smile. you don’t move or try to turn to face your lover, opting instead for reveling in his warm embrace, letting your eyes close softly and listening to his steady breathing.

satoru is awake by the time you wake up again, he’s drawing light circles on your bare arms. you turn around slowly, finding him laying on his side propped up on one elbow with his head in his hand. part of his hair is spiked up every which way, the other completely flat and there’s stray strands of hair all over his forehead.

“morning sweetheart” he whispers, smiling softly as he wipes away an eyelash from your cheek. the pad of his thumb brushes against your cheek, his hands are a bit calloused and rough, but you don’t care. you let your eyes close at the feeling, smiling before fluttering them open again.

“g’morning toru” you whisper back, smiling as he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “d’you get back late last night?” he nods.

“first years had more trouble than i thought they would” he adds on, “you didn’t wait up did you?” there’s a pout on his lips when he sees you nodding.

“not too long though don’t worry” you assure him, flopping onto your back and staring at the ceiling, “knew youd be upset if you found me awake when you got home.” satoru smiles, you had him all figured out and he loved it.

“can’t have my baby losing sleep over me, now can i?” his voice is still raspy and deeper than usual, it makes your stomach flip and your heart stutter.

satoru moves around until he’s got his head resting on your chest, closing his eyes when your fingers find purchase in his hair. you both stay quiet for a bit, your fingers running through his hair and satoru letting his body fully relax under your touch.

“missed you” he mumbles, not opening his eyes. “wish everyday could be like this” the sigh that leaves his lips makes you frown a bit.

“don’t worry angel boy, one day it will be” you assure him, continuing to play with his hair, smiling when you form it into a giant spike before combing it down again. “for now, you wanna make breakfast?”

the sorcerer hums in agreement, standing up and stretching before the two of you head to the restroom, grabbing your respective toothbrushes.

“any plans today?” satoru asks, words jumbled and muffled thanks to the toothbrush in his mouth, but you understand him perfectly. you shake your head ‘no’ the two of you spitting and rinsing your mouths before heading to the kitchen.

there was only one way satoru would eat his veggies, and it’s if you made them in his eggs. while you chopped up some bell peppers, mushrooms and rinsed spinach, satoru put coffee to brew. small talk filling the space of the kitchen as you two slowly woke up.

it’s not long before satoru was wrapping his arms around your waist, letting his head rest on your shoulder as he watched you cook the eggs. he’s placing soft kisses on your neck, smiling when he hears your giggles.

“your hair tickles” you laugh, making no attempt at pushing him off you.

“should i get a trim?” he asks you, laughing when you immediately respond with a quick ‘no!’

before long satoru has two coffees on the dining table, accompanied by two plates of food that you set down moments later. it’s peaceful as the two of you talk, hearing the world outside wake up, cars going up and down the street every five, ten minutes and birds singing sweetly by the bird feeder you’d set up with satoru not long ago.

“think a dove is setting up a nest in the garden” you smile, watching as your lover immediately looks up from his food excitedly.

“really? i told you we should’ve gotten the bird houses!” his eyes are gleaming as he stares out the window, smiling at the sight of two doves at the bird feeder. me and you, he thinks, staying quiet so he could continue to listen to you tell him of the new season premiere tonight.

the day passes slowly, with you two lounging on the couch watching an episode of whatever show you two had started during the week before getting ready for the grocery store.

satoru takes grocery shopping you very seriously, writing down every item you say on a paper list as you check the pantry and fridge. soon enough the two of you are on your way to the store, satoru grabbing a shopping cart and following you as you pick out everything.

he does make himself useful by getting whatever you tell him to, smiling widely when you approve of his fruit picks and sets them in the cart gently. he does all of the heavy lifting, carrying all your groceries in the house in one trip, not even breaking a sweat as he softly sets them down.

the two of you work harmoniously putting everything away, never once bumping into each other and easily understanding what the other wants without having to say a word.

“should we do takeout tonight?” he asks, looking down at you. the two of you freshly showered and now on the couch. your head in his lap as you both wait for the new episode of your show to premiere.

“yeah, what’d you have in mind?” you ask. 20 minutes later the two of you are eating dinner, drinking a bottle of wine satoru picked up on his way back home.

it seems unreal to satoru. being home. no matter how many weekends he spends with you, they all seem to be like a dream. he doesn’t care much for the show on tv, but he still sits with you and watches it for the full hour, listening intently to anything you had to say.

its dark out, and to both you and satoru’s dismay sunday has come and gone all too quickly. you’re both back in bed, in each others warm embrace. conversation topics come and go quickly, the two of you laughing loudly at any little thing.

“oh my god it’s already two in the morning” you gasp, looking at your lover with a shocked expression, “how do we always manage to talk all night?” satoru laughs as you try to pull the blanket over yourself, as if that would instantly make you fall asleep.

“time flies when you’re with the love of your life” he sing songs, joining you under the blanket and looking at you with fond eyes.

“that’s not how that goes” you tease, watching as he rolled his eyes, muttering a ‘come here’ before getting you back in his arms, peppering kisses over your face as you giggle.

“toru you have to be up early!” you scold, the smile on your face is a juxtaposition to your words. and you can’t help but smack him softly when he points it out.

“alright, alright” he sighs, turning off the dim lights and leaving a mixture of moonlight and streetlights illuminating the room. “let’s go to sleep then.”

it doesn’t take long to get cozy, the weeks exhaustion still prominent as you two begin to doze off quickly. satoru tries to keep talking, but his words don’t make much sense as they’re muffled against the top of your head.

“g’night toru, i love you” you whisper, holding him a bit tighter as he replies, already half asleep.

“g’night sweetheart, i love you.”

sunday ends the same way it began. with satoru wrapped around you like a koala, his streaky breathing lulling you to sleep. his body radiating warmth that makes you feel more sleepy. you can hear his soft snores after a couple minutes, it makes you smile.

you don’t dwell on the fact that come tomorrow morning, his side of the bed will be cold and you’ll have to go back to your routine. instead you sigh happily, letting yourself enjoy your lovers company on your favorite day of the week.

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“So… Leo sent me to give you guys the scoop, huh.” April’s comment came from the doorway where she had taken temporary residence, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed much like Raphael had been shortly before. The comparison caused Don to smile internally, but he thankfully remembered to keep it off his face this time.

Don thought about joining April in making light of the situation, but eventually settled against it. “He said you and Mikey were the only ones able to talk about it.”

April hadn’t been expecting any of their hosts to take them seriously on the matter, so the response caught her off guard for a moment. But she fell into the mood easily, and dropped her arms to slouch over to the table Lil Mikey was on, scooting up next to him. “Well… he’s not wrong,” she agreed, not looking all that excited to be discussing the matter. “Everyone already knows the bulk of what happened, so it’s not like we really have to talk to understand…. Sometimes I wonder if that makes it worse though. We never had to figure out how to put what we felt into words.”

As Raphael pulled up another stool to sit on, Don prodded April to continue, being able to understand her concerns. “...Can you tell me what happened? What Leon’s flashbacks are over. All the injuries.”

The spunk April usually had was hard to muster up. And after a moment of trying she ended up giving in with a huff. “Sure. I guess,” she relented before drawing a breath to give the long story. “About six months ago New York - our New York- got invaded by three aliens from another dimension called the Krang. They used to be from space, but ended up sealed in something called the Prison Dimension by mystic warriors some hundreds or thousands of years ago. And then the Foot clan from our dimension found the key and let them out. As far as the city knows some mysterious heroes just showed up and blew up their mother ship before disappearing. But… well, it’s a different story for those heroes.” The look April gave Lil Mikey was full of fondness, pride, as well as heartache and concern even as Lil Mikey gave her a brief toothy smile in return.

“...Judging by all the fresh scars almost all of you have, I’m guessing no one got out of that uninjured,” Don commented, showing that he was following well and understood it hadn’t been one of those lighthearted children’s stories for them. “...Yeah. Casey, Splints and I took care of Lady Brainface on the ground. But the boys had to deal with their leader in the sky. And this was after they took Raph hostage and mind controlled him. That’s what got his eye all messed up, from ripping the parasite out I hear,” April continued, gesturing at her own right eye when talking about Raph’s eye. “We couldn’t really beat them, y’know? So we had this plan to just send them back to the Prison Dimension by Donnie piloting their spaceship back through the portal, and then everyone escaping before we closed it. Except…” She had to pause, swallowing around the lump that had formed in her throat. “Except the stupid freak of nature wouldn’t stay put, so Leo got the stupid idea to hold him back in the Prison Dimension himself and have Casey close the portal on both of them. If Mikey hadn’t have… If…. Well, let’s just say Mikey is the reason Leo’s still with us.”

So that was it. This group of teenagers had fought against something they shouldn’t have had to, and had barely survived through a clever plan that almost involved self sacrifice. No wonder they were all so affected.

“Well, I just brought him home. It’s thanks to Barry and Dad and Mom that we’re all okay now,” Lil Mikey chimed in, giving his best attempt at a smile while swinging his feet slightly.

Three people. Don noted the name of three people helping them, and also the omittance of Leon being mentioned as part of the team of medics. “...How bad was the damage? What injuries did everyone have?” Don was almost reluctant to ask, especially after Lil Mikey’s smile fell so quickly.

“... A lot,” Lil Mikey admitted, looking to the ground. “Of the four of us I was the best. Just some throat bruising from being choked, and then all these burns that ended up scarring from opening the portal to save Leo. The others… my brothers kept protecting me.” The last line was almost a whisper as Lil Mikey blinked a tear from his eye and quickly raised a hand to brush it from his cheek.

“All of the scars you see on Leo and Raph are from it. Leo was bedridden for a while. Cracked shell, broken ribs, broken knee, cracked eye bones, and a bunch of bruises and smaller fractures all over the place. Raph ended up with that gash on his shoulder and missing a piece of his shell from protecting Leo before he got caught. And then it also ended up dislocated later, and his eye took forever to get the infection out of. And then Donnie…,” April paused, giving a slight huff and shake of her head. “The Krang ship required biological integration or something like that to pilot. So Donnie ended up in a coma for six days, along with wounds wherever the ship was connected to him. Then also both his arms got broken, and some minor internal bleeding. Mikey says those last two were from him protecting him from the Krang leader punching them off the ship.”

By the time April finished explaining Raphael was resting his head in his hands, and Don was staring down at his own hands. There were a lot of events in their own lives that they could use to easily relate to what April and Lil Mikey had told them. They had made it through their own troubles, Raphael could still remember being stuck to a bed when his ribs were broken. And their own brother Mikey had ended up with chronic leg and ankle injuries ever since both his legs had been broken in the same event. Heck, even Leo had ended up in a coma for a time, but it hadn’t been for six days. There were so many similarities, but for some reason it was hard to accept that all of this had happened at once to this group of teenagers.

“... Mikey,” Raphael spoke up finally, not yet looking up.

“Y’yeah?” Lil Mikey asked, startled about being addressed now.

“....Is it alright if I hug you?” Raphael then asked, feeling a little embarrassed now that the words were in the open, but not willing to take them back in the slightest.

It helped that after a moment of stunned silence Lil Mikey sputtered a soft laugh. “Sure you can. Hugs are great,” he accepted, raising his hand.

It was enough for Raphael to finally pull his head away from his hands, standing up to walk over and scoop Lil Mikey off the table and into a bear hug. It earned another surprised laugh from Lil Mikey, but he ended up just giving a content hum. Hugs always made him feel a little better.

“...You didn’t do this because you felt you had to, yeah? It wasn’t because someone made you do it. No super soldier requirement duty kind of bullcrap, right?” Raphael suddenly asked, remembering a few days before when Lil Mikey had mentioned that someone had created him and his brothers to be super soldiers.

“Huh?” Lil Mikey voiced, momentarily confused. “No, of course not. We did it because we wanted to help people, and because we were the best ones for it. Sure we got hurt, but if regular humans tried to deal with them, or the yokai, I think there would have been a lot more deaths. It’s … Yeah, it’s scary, and I’m still scared sometimes. But I’m still glad we could help everyone.”

They did it to help. They were all of some kind of protective type of personalities it seemed. And after a moment’s thought about how they interacted with each other that became even more obvious. The way Leon shielded Lil Mikey when he thought Raphael might hurt them in retaliation for holding a blade to his throat. The way Donnie’s first move had been to order them to help Lil Mikey and then create a shield around them. The way Lil Mikey refused to let them see Donnie’s back until they told him he might be injured, and even after being so critical of the way they handled him. And the way Raph ignored his brokenleg for the sake of hiding Donnie underneath himself when Donnie had been distressed over Casey’s antics.

It took some time for Raphael to respond, just holding Lil Mikey in a protective hold of his own, before he drew a deep breath and slowly released it. “...Let’s get you back to your brothers… Both of you,” he suggested, including April in the group of siblings since it was obvious now that she had an almost life long connection with them beyond just friends.

“I’ll bring the supplies out to the living room to take care of changing the bandages on Lil Raph’s leg. Then we can bring you guys to an actual bedroom to sleep for the night. Hopefully it’ll be more comfortable than being stuck in the infirmary for more time than you’d probably like,” Don spoke up now, adding support to the suggestion. These kids had probably seen enough of infirmaries for a while, and being back in one probably wasn’t helping them feel comfortable enough to fully relax.

April ended up watching Raphael start to leave with Lil Mikey with slightly wide eyes, and slightly turned back to Don, delaying her own departure. “I thought I would have to say a lot more,” she admitted, having expected a way longer conversation than that.

The comment earned a brief smile from Don, understanding her thoughts after they were said. “We can fill in the blanks well enough. It’s actually worse to keep asking questions before the affected person is ready to talk about it. I just wanted enough to have an idea on what I, what we, need to be careful about so we don’t end up causing more harm than good,” he explained, moving to follow her from the room since he’d already gathered all the items he needed to tend to Raph.

“Huh,” April grunted, still semi surprised that that was all they needed, but also still grateful for it. It only took her a few steps before she voiced a new thought that came to her mind. “How much shit have you guys gotten into?”

The question caught Don slightly off guard, but only because of the phrasing, and he ended up huffing a short laugh. “A lot,” he responded with a slanted grin.

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This one was easier to get soon 'cause it was mostly just retelling stuff that already happened X'D

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

Hello! I wanted to start off by saying thank you for your digitigrade humanoid references, they've been super helpful for drawing my sheep-satyr oc!

I was wondering though, do you have any resources for writing nonhuman creatures? Specifically when referencing the nonhuman aspects of them. For example I have this sentence that goes:

"I jumped to my hooves."

I don't have any frame of reference for this :/ so when I'm writing my oc talking about what she does with the sheep half of her body it sounds kind of off.

I looked on Youtube and online and just saw "Do some world building and give your nonhuman characters human traits," which isn't what I'm looking for.

Kindest Regards-

oh I am doing so much of this in my own writing. I think the trickiest part for me is that I'm trying to also add in the detail that most of the people species don't smile the way humans do, with exposed teeth and a wide mouth being more of a fear/threat response rather than a happy expression. so I keep having to force myself to describe happy expressions in different ways! this is quite challenging, for obvious reasons lol.

but beyond that, honestly I like to just focus on using their non-human body parts to help enhance their body language. my porcine orcs and gnomes wiggle their snouts. anyone with large ears can move them as an expressive body part. tails do all sorts of things!

I think using the phrase "I jumped to my hooves" works just fine! it shows the reader that your character has hooves. The hardest part of course is figuring out how to introduce the character's appearance as early as possible to avoid too much confusion. Looking at my own writing, opening on a scene of a gnomish character, I didn't mention her ears until a few paragraphs in, and her hooves didn't get mentioned until several paragraphs after that. I'm still trying to scan through and find where I introduce her snout lol. it's really hard! and sometimes just using illustrations is unfortunately not possible.

But I think as long as you remember to mention different body parts when they're relevant and using them in the general body language, you'll be just fine. A few things I've been doing with this gnomish character include:

mentioning that she catches a pebble between her cloven toes

using her snout as an expressive body part

writing scenes where she needs to have her hooves trimmed because they grow perpetually

writing scenes where she files down her tusks, because she's also a quarter orc and has some recessive genes that cause tusk growth in amab gnomes, so filing her tusks is one part of how I explore her relationship with her body and gender as a trans woman

I also have elves with long monkey-like tails, though I give them tail expression more similar to cats. Teeth can also be an important expressive body part, when applicable! baring sharp canines or moving one's head and mouth in a way that puts a large pair of tusks on full display is a great way to show things like fear, intimidation, or anger.

you can also study the body language of whatever animal you're using for reference, like sheep, and apply those details to the way you describe your character!

here is an article about sheep behaviors for reference!

and a few quotes with non-human body language from my own rough draft:

“K’arik is the one I’m worried for, not myself,” Morianon murmured, flicking his wings nervously. Evarin nodded, wrapping her arm around her husband’s waist. “I’m worried for him too.” They walked in silence, gravel and bark chips crunching under their feet as they made their way up the road. Evarin spread her hoofed toes with every step, willing a stone to catch between them. A cold pebble lodged itself in the crease between her toes just as they turned up the path to her parents’ door.

The stranger bent low, pushing their enormous three-toed feet over the threshold, ducking their head and reaching forward to pull themself inside. “What’s going on?” He-esh squinted and frowned. “Elkha, tell me what’s going on.” He tapped Th’elir’s arm, but she too had been caught by surprise and only mumbled as she tried to explain. Evarin stepped back towards K’arik, eyes wide. She glanced at her mother and saw her own shocked expression mirrored right back. As the stranger grunted and half-crawled through the low door, she saw her father escape the crowd and hurry to join her. “Can you believe—“ he whispered, but Tawei shushed him. The stranger’s body blocked the whole door as they finally fit themself through it and stood up. Even inside, they had to bend their neck to avoid the rafters, towering over the tallest orcs in the room. Four hooved feet, holding a body so heavy they sunk into the packed dirt floor. Legs as tall as a gnome. They wore layers of woven cloth, all green and brown and cedar red in beautiful leafy patterns, draped over their uncanny body that seemed to have two sets of ribs. Their arms were just skinnier versions of their forelegs, Evarin noticed. She could barely see their face in the shadows by the rafters. Morianon could see them better, perched above everyone else. His feathers shivered as the stranger noticed him, catching and holding his gaze. Their mouth was tense, their long ears laid flat against their head. Morianon glanced away and found Evarin’s eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. “Forgive me,” the stranger said, bringing the murmur of the crowd to a dead hush, “for not announcing my arrival ahead of time.” They walked carefully forward, every step remarkably delicate for someone so massive. “I came to deliver my herd’s respects to you, He-esh.” “Oh? Ah, no, I do know you,” He-esh sat up with Th’elir’s help, clearing his throat. “Or perhaps this is an old man’s dying dream. Are you a spirit?” he laughed, “I never thought I’d live to see a centaur enter my village. I suppose it would have to happen on the last day of my life, wouldn’t it?” He smiled up at the centaur and welcomed them forward with an open hand.

Despite the difficulty, Kouto looked oddly chipper for an early morning and sat down in a hurry, tail curling playfully.

“I remember when he was a kid,” Nanji said, shaking his head, “he had a lot of potential. Shame to see him grow up into such a stubborn and angry fellow.” He passed the tray to Jen who set it on the central table. “I hate to blame anyone but him for his change of heart, but we all know it happened after he got married and moved to that other clan up north.” “He was very annoyed that He-esh wanted to die by song instead of the usual orcish tradition,” Mori said, “Kept giving Evarin nasty looks.” He ruffled his feathers and sat a little closer to his wife. “I was too nervous to pay him any mind,” Evarin assured him. Ikar’s irritated gaze had added to the nervousness, she admitted to herself, but it had been among the least of her worries.

Leaving the bedroom, Evarin was momentarily startled by the looming figure of Ikar at the hearth. She had been in such a hurry, she hadn’t noticed him on her way in. He gave her a sideways glance, lightly swirling the cup in his hand. “At’ali’s granddaughter, aren’t you?” he muttered. “That’s right.” Evarin tensed up defensively. Ikar humphed. “You look nothing like as’el. Must take after your father’s side more.” He sipped his drink and went quiet, turning away from her. Evarin’s snout wrinkled and grew hot, but she left the house without another word, shaking off his comment and breathing deep in the fresh air.

[maislovebot]

‘Cause you know what a girl like me really needs right now?

Dazai osamu x reader, reader is afab, but they/them is used for the entirely of the fic!

Name of fic is from tarantula girl by violent vira

No use of Y/N, oral sex (reader receiving), oral fixation, it’s implied that the reader rode Dazai at the end, praise kink (Dazai receiving), vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, and come eating

I wrote this as an experiment when I first got into fanfic and it’s so bad pls read my newer stuff it’s sm better

Maybe they were tired because of the fact it was only 8:00 am, or maybe it was because of how restless the two of them were last night. Either way, the results were the same. It led to tiredness and laziness that would perhaps last all day. Maybe they could watch a movie together?

I wanna see Dazai.. they thought, so they slowly turned around on the bed to face him, trying to cause as little disturbance as they could so they wouldn’t wake him up.

Clearly, all of their efforts were in vain, because the rustling of the sheets had woken him up; Dazai gave a lazy grin, and leaned his head into their chest, lightly kissing just below their collarbones.

“I thought that you had gotten your fill from last night, Dazai.” They said, giving a barely audible chuckle. “Oh come on.. you know that could never happen.” Dazai said as he began to slowly kiss up towards their collarbones and neck, smirking practically the whole way up.

With his mouth still attached to their collarbones, he brought his hand down, with it still under the covers, and brought two of his fingers together, his thumb circling around their clit while simultaneously pushing two of his fingers inside of them; because of the fact both of them were already undressed, entrance was rather easy,

They winced slightly, not really from pain, more like a slight uncomfortableness due to the jolt of pleasure felt from his tired hands making their way inside of them first thing in the morning.

The repetitive feeling of him pulling his fingers in and out gave a sense of euphoria that couldn’t be described by words, but were instead shown by actions as they had clamped their hands around his arms, with slightly trembling legs.

The way he figured out just how to draw out their pleasure—in all the best and worst ways; it made them desperate, needy, upset and pleased all at once.

“I’m close—,” “already?” God. That cheeky little grin..

“Y-yes—please, just keep going.”

At that moment, they could see his grin getting even bigger, if that was even possible.

In a moment of determination, he moved his finger to that perfect spot—and they had practically yelped, gripping onto his arms even tighter.

He kept on hitting it—repeatedly—it felt so good, but also strangely painful, most likely from the shame.

They were enjoying themselves thoroughly, however, Dazai had a slightly upset expression on his face. They had wondered what was wrong. Maybe something’s going on… they had thought, distracting them from the original feelings that they were having.

Not that the upset look lasted very long, because per usual, Dazai wiped the expression off of his face before they could really even process it. Dazai realized that they noticed his expression so he changed his position. He was originally lying beside them, but he had pushed their shoulders, causing them to gently fall onto their back. Another small whine had left them, leaving Dazai to chuckle at their impatience. “Don’t worry, love. I just want to try this out.. if that’s okay with you, of course.” Nods were the only response given, considering that they just wanted some form of stimulation. Dazai moved from being on his side to on top of them.

It didn’t take very long, considering his impatience, for him to lean down and lightly suck on their left collarbone, causing small whines to leave their mouth with little caution. Dazai slowly went up their neck, leaving small marks that would most definitely cause some form of embarrassment later. Not that the future was even on their mind at the moment. Dazai slowly moved down their neck and to their collarbone again, but he was loving all over their right collarbone this time around. Dazai wasn’t acting like a tease for once, and was instead slowly coaxing them to pleasure, which made them unable to stop themselves from grabbing his arms yet again to keep him close. It was a new feeling, and it left them desperate in more ways than one, so why wouldn’t they want Dazai to be as close to them as possible?

He quickly pushed himself up with his arms, and gave them a small kiss before removing his mouth from their own. A small “I love you” was mumbled before he enveloped their lips with his again. However this time, it was shockingly romantic compared to his typical work.

I mean, he’d normally tease them into oblivion. But this was different.

In a good way, of course.

It was so different, in fact, that he had removed his arms from the sides of their body to their warm face, and had lightly grabbed the sides of their face in attempts to keep them undeniably close. They had reached up and traced the sides of his body, his collarbones, and eventually they were holding the sides of his face as well.

***

Recently, Dazai began to feel like he wasn’t appreciating them nearly enough. They gave him everything they could, and yet, his response was almost explicitly teasing and degradation, they deserved to know just how much they impacted his life from time to time, even if it brought a subtle dust of shame to his face in the form of blush.

This was clearly the reason that Dazai seemed upset just a few moments ago, not that he’d let them know that.

***

While Dazai got lost in his own head, mindlessly kissing the one below him, he was suddenly brought back by the feeling of all the air leaving his lungs. He was about to pull away, but they had beat him to it.

When they had pulled away, apologies and pity were the first thing Dazai heard leave their mouth. “Sorry, I was running out of air.” “Don’t apologize over silly things like that! I promise, I’m not offended.” He snickered and then they followed suit. “Alright,” they breathed in deeply, “that felt nice.” They then let the air that they had taken in leave their lungs. “Why thank you,” he moved his body down, “I truly hope that everything I have to give will be even better.”

Almost cutting himself off, he wrapped his arms around their back, slightly lifting their back off the mattress until his mouth was mere inches away from their chest, with them wrapping what wasn’t being held back by Dazai’s arms around his waist.

Dazai lightly kissed just above where he intended on latching himself onto, before brushing his lips down until his was met with their areola, closing his eyes right after giving them a little kitten lick.

Stimulating their nipple was his main goal, and he was doing a damn good job at it, effortlessly bringing them sweet satisfaction. He was doing so good in fact, that—

“Osamu, k-keep going, please.”

—they had desperately said his name, not wanting this to end.

That perfect , beautiful sound of encouragement forced him to grind up against their pelvis, unable to keep his lovely moans inside of his throat. This, of course, only amplified their pleasure due to the pleasant vibration that came with Dazai’s muffled sounds of pleasure.

Dazai soon became desperate, perhaps impatient, maybe a little of both? Causing him to slowly move his body down to their thighs and put his thumb to their clit yet again, but this time they could feel his breathing on their inner thighs. Dazai couldn’t help but grin as he told them what he intended to do with them. “I’m gonna go at it until you can’t even handle it anymore, so when it’s too much, just push my head away.” They nodded, with their heart beating out of their chest, they admired the warm feeling of his tongue on their clit.

It didn’t take very long for him to start licking up and down, before eventually resting on their clit yet again and pressing his tongue, and licking it. This was good, but would it really be able to get the reaction he hoped for? That’s what they were thinking before he had begun sucking on their clit, in a somewhat feverish manner. Their breath had hitched, and Dazai knew he had made the right move. But then, Dazai had noticed their hand reaching down towards his head, and he wondered if it was already too much. Were they already going to push his head away? He was about to pull away and start verbally teasing them over it, but he was then caught completely off guard by the pleasurable feeling of them grabbing his hair and pulling his face even closer to them. ‘ Oh ’ he had thought to himself before letting out a small, teasing smile.

“I’m close—please don’t—don’t stop.”

Everything, the way he applied the perfect amount of pressure, sucked on their clit as if it was his only want, and especially the way he moaned into them when they had desperately pulled his hair was enough to lead them to the first orgasm of what they were assuming to be a long, long night.

He had then licked up their cum with a drive that even shocked them. Just how much he was enjoying this?

They almost thought he was enjoying this more than they were.

***

They were shocked it took this long to realize, but Dazai was clearly being much more kind with them, at least compared to normal. Maybe because he felt bad about something, or perhaps it was because he had just simply realized that they deserved a reward.

Just in case it was the first option, they wanted to give him undeniable praise so that he would feel better, not that the praise was forced whatsoever. They were fully enjoying themselves.

Hopefully, it showed.

***

They whined, struggling to speak. “ Osamu—your’e d-doing great— ” suddenly being cut off due to a familiar feeling of release washing over them. “A-ah, sorry for not telling you, I couldn’t even tell that I was close—”

Dazai left a kiss to their clit, and lifted himself up just enough for them to see his entire face. “It’s perfectly fine, I love everything you have to offer me,” Dazai dove back down, but before he had started lapping everything that they had released, he mumbled, slightly embarrassed by the romantic atmosphere he had built himself. “Thank you for the words of appreciation. I really do love you.” Dazai kissed their inner thighs, then got right back to work. “I love you, too, Osamu”

After the casual love confession, they mindlessly thought to themself, I’m— I don’t know how much more I can handle. This is a lot.

A lot of pure bliss, that is.

Throughout the night they had slowly gotten louder, but they were now at the peak of sound. They were letting out small whines and cries constantly, due to the extreme, nonstop gratification.

Dazai became even more motivated than he already was by this, and pulled his hand up and pushed one finger inside of them, curling it slightly, forcing even more whines to leave that mouth he lusted over. That was good, but he wondered just how overstimulated he really could get them.

This was almost too much for them, but Dazai only wondered just how much they could take.

He slowly pumped in and out with his finger, before gradually adding in another. Soon they had let out a moan that almost made him cum on the spot.

Loud, lewd and of his own name.

This is what he considered perfect,

For obvious reasons.

“I-I— close—” they cried.

They were brought to their third orgasm, and they could already feel the overstimulation hitting from every angle. But they could definitely go just a little longer.

Just like before, he licked up every last drop that they had to offer.

This system of Dazai sucking, and licking their clit along with the fingering, made Dazai’s name leave their lips again, but in the form of a routine that kept getting cut off hallway through. Dazai had practically jolted in excitement from the slew of his name being said, only for it to be cut off by their therapeutic whines and the trembling of their legs. His name was just too good for it to not leave their lips dozens of times.

The mix of Dazai’s name leaving their mouth on repeat, him eating them out with no remorse, and the new feeling of him suddenly grabbing their hand and holding it rather gently, was enough to make them orgasm yet again.

He wanted to lick up all of their cum yet again, but the feeling of his tongue on them, licking everywhere he could access in order to be able to clean up their mess completely and utterly broke the scale of pleasure and made it so he could barely get any of it before they had pushed his head away with desperate hands.

They breathed heavily, and had completely given up on even trying to walk on those terribly shaky legs at that point.

“I guess—I went a little too far this time around, are you okay?” He spoke with slight concern in his voice—was that humor in his voice, too? Guess he was trying not to laugh as well.

“No—no it was perfect, it was just really..”

��Really what, dear? Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet.” He snickered and they whined, embarrassed before forcing out the last word of their sentence. “..overstimulating.”

“Well, we should get you cleaned up. You’re a mess.” He laughed. You shook your head and took his hand, “who said we were done?”

Dazai looked stunned, “w-why wouldn’t we be?” He chuckled—shocked they hadn’t completely fallen asleep by now.

“I could tell that you wanted to cum too, I’m not sure why you haven’t asked me to help you out yet, but I will,” they breathed in heavily, with a somewhat shaky breathing pattern, and lifted themselves up over Dazai with trembling legs, requiring a lot of effort in order to stay up, before Dazai reached up to lightly grab their waist in order to help keep them in place, more specifically, in order to keep them from toppling over. “In fact, I want to; are you okay with that?”

Dazai chuckled, and replied “well of course I’m fine with it, but don’t you want to rest a little bit?”

They looked down, “well, yeah. But I wanna help you more. You treated me so well today, I think it’s well deserved.” They kissed his lower jaw, and helped him to lay down, with his back facing the bed.

“I mean, if you insist.” Dazai laughed a little before putting his hands in their hair.

I guess they were right, they really were in for a long night.

[behindthesemasks]

19

Chap1er 18

Things don't go smoothing when the team makes it back to the hotel

Back in the hotel, Erik paced the room as he waited for the unconscious Andreas to come around again when the door to the room was almost taken off his hinges as it slammed open.  His head snapped to look over and he barely had time to register there was male crossing the room before his face exploded with pain.  Next came the blow to his throat and then his gut, pain exploding throughout his body.  Falling to the ground, he coughed and wheezed, trying to draw in breath, before he was flipped onto his back and a fist slammed into his face a couple more times.  With the beating he was taking, he was pretty sure it was Oglesby’s men who’d found them, and was sure he was going to die.  Each blow raining down on him caused the pain to increase exponentially, then the world went black.

It took Case, Nic, and Gabe to be able to finally pull Klaus off of his brother who was trying to pound Eric into the carpet of the floor.  Ambrose was immediately in the large man’s face, rage written on every line and curve of his face and the steel grey of his eyes almost glowing with the fires of rage.  The threats and promises of pain that were expressed were enough to keep Klaus from going after Eric again, but everyone knew if they didn’t get Klaus out of the room that it was only a matter of time before his resolve would weaken and it would become chaos again.  

No one had heard from or seen Melania.  The group who had been at the hospital were now also missing, and knowing that Oglesby was at least the money behind the attacks, if not the brains as well, put everyone on edge.  If finding out that Andreas was involved in the threat to Alexander hadn’t been enough of mind fuck, now having Erik threaten Mel was definitely one for everyone.  Things were going sideways faster than anyone could adjust and compensate, and that was not a good thing.  For men whose entire lives were adjusting to ever changing circumstances, not being able to find solid footing was not something that put them in a good mood.

“GET.HIM.OUT!” Ambrose bellowed at the men restraining Klaus, his jaw ticking as his teeth were clenched.  He didn’t turn his attention back to Erik until they had succeeded in getting him out of the room.  If they hadn’t been able to, he was ready to shoot the German asshole himself to accomplish it.  His patience was completely gone and he was ready to start dealing out pain to accomplish his orders to those around him.  That  Klaus had surprised him as soon as the lock had clicked on the door had pissed him off to begin with, the condition that he’d left Eric in only made it worse.

“Restrain him like his cousin.  Make sure they’re both still alive and able to talk when I’m ready for them.  Come get me when they are.  I’m done with the bullshit, I think they believe the old man has gone soft.  I’m about to show them differently.”  Ambrose gave instructions to Cam and Donovan before following the others back out of the room.  He could hear cursing down the hall in the direction of the suite.  Time to go talk with his team and calm down enough not to kill anyone, yet.

“Now we know who hired the assholes at the mansion.  That’s one question answered.” Nic was saying as Ambrose walked in.  A quick head nod to his grandfather and he continued. “How the fuck could he NOT know who was financing this fucking dig?  Oglesby is far from stupid, that’s the only reason he’s still alive.  He’s never crossed us, never crossed the wrong person before.  For him to be this careless and foolish now seems a misstep that is unlike anything he’s done before.  I think there’s still something we don’t know about this.”

“We can figure this out later.  We have three missing team members, my granddaughter is missing, and the asshole that orchestrated this is out there as well.  Priorities, gentlemen.  We can assume that Cade, Alexander, and Dez are all still together for now.  Hopefully that will make them easier to find.  Case, Nic, and Gabe, get out there and find all of them.  No excuses for failure.  AM. I. CLEAR?”  Ambrose’s voice was calm but there was no missing the undercurrent of rage in it.  None doubted that he was barely controlling the desire to hurt, maim, and possibly kill someone in the near future.  All the men’s heads nodded as they rose to leave. “What am I supposed to do? Fucking sit on my ass while they’re out there?”  Klaus bit out at Ambrose in frustration.  Eyebrows raised on the other men as everyone froze.  No one wanted to be between the other two if they were going to go at one another.  Was this really the time to piss off Ambrose more? He was never known to suffer fools lightly. 

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do.  You’re a loose cannon, Klaus, I can’t have you out there possibly blowing up at an innocent person, and bringing the Serbian authorities attention swinging around to us. We’ve got two men tied up in here, and a couple dead bodies in a burned out car out in the woods near the excavation site.  You think we want attention on us?”  Ambrose’s head tipped to the side, his lips thinning as his cold blue eyes pinned Klaus with a hard stare. His voice was cold and almost emotionless, something that rather worried the others in the room, who exchanged quick glances.  He was like a volcano that had been smoking and suddenly stopped, an eruption was imminent.

“Someone needs to see if they can locate the GPS tracking devices on the cars, run their credit cards, see if there is ANYTHING that can tell us where the four have disappeared to.  And sweep this fucking room!  How the fuck did she get out of here and leave no trace?”  Now, now there was anger, lack of sleep or coffee was showing in Ambrose’s demeanor.  Just a crack, not a full explosion, but if Klaus pushed him again, there was no telling how big it could get. “Now, you all have your tasks.  Do them.  I’m going to handle our guests here, and find out what the fuck is going on.  I’m sick of playing catch-up.”  Ambrose turned and headed out of the room with no further comment.  He was about to shoot someone, and he’d prefer it to be one of the two assholes down the hall rather than one of the team that he still needed. As Gabe prepared to slip away, he looked over at Nic and Klaus.  Both men looked utterly defeated and worry was etched deeply into their strong features.  Now it wasn’t just Mel that was missing, but the other three who had been at the hospital, at least as far as anyone else there at the hotel knew.  He was the only one who knew that none of them were in danger and they were all together.  There was a little bit of guilt that gnawed at him over that, but not enough to stop him from what he planned on doing.  No, his loyalty did not lie with anyone in the hotel where he now stood.  He was going to those with whom he felt the most loyalty.

“Guys, try and look on the positive side.  Maybe the others have found her, and that’s why they’re not answering.  Case and Cam said that they had called the guys more than once before they had gone out looking too.”  Gabe tried to give some reassurance, if only to relieve his own guilt. “Yeah, I’m sure they’re all kicked back and drinking coffee in some posh shop while we have been looking for them and worrying.” Nic bit back, sorry afterward that he had been quite so harsh.  “Oglesby has got to be close, Mel is a bargaining chip and Alexander is a target.  It’s not safe to assume anything at this point.”  This time exhaustion and worry was clear in his tone and words. Gabe nodded curtly and headed out the door behind Case.  He felt a vibration in his pocket and swiped to open his phone while they waited for the elevator.  It was the 228 number again.  ::Omni #955.  Package is tired::  It was all he could do not to laugh, someone had clued her in on the lingo.  As soon as he could be, he’d join the four that were there, then they’d have to figure out how to deal with the boss.

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[trashlie]

ILY FP 232

Better known as: trashlie is STILL climbing the wallls and TAKING YOU WITH HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look idk what I can get away saying in these intros without being spoilery anymore because by the time I sit down to write this I’m just VIBRATING AWAY on pure energy. You know when you feel words at your fingertips but you are too consumed by other menial tasks you’ve no interest in doing so you gotta bide your time and it just grows and grows and grows until it bursts out of you howling? 

Yeh.......

Let’s jump right in!!!!!!!!!! 

I’m gonna be real with you guys - it’s gonna take a LOT for me to not to do rambling long repeats of things I said last week. I’m gonna do my best but... 232 is very much a continuation of 231 so it is what it is! 

Leading up to the episode my friends and I were talking and the general consensus was we hoped Shinae would try knocking down Nol’s door but alkjjjkafjkafkj DIDN’T EXPECT SHE WAS ACTUALLY GOING TO TRY TO BULLDOZE THE DOOR ON HER OWN AND START SHOUTING AT HIM THROUGH THE DOOR LMAO but listen Shinae so very PERSISTENT!!!!! She’s so over being thrown out, SO over being shut out, and it’s all right there in front of her but she just CANNOT see it for what it is, cannot understand what is compelling her besides that she cares.

And boy does she care. 

Her frustration is, as I said last week, completely justified, of course, but in this case, they’re both justified and that really does her no favors, does it? Yelling and banging on his door, trying any tactic she can to get him to open up, to rethink his decision to cast her out. He has basically told her “come back when you figure it out” but she doesn’t know what “it” is or what else could be there, so she can only feel like he’s shutting her out once again, refusing to open up to her after just reconciling. 

At the core of Shinae’s frustration and persistence is fear. She’s so afraid of losing him again, terrified of yet another important person letting go and turning their back to her. 

And as much as I feel for Shinae, I also can’t help but feel for Nol who is on the other side of the door, unable to make himself walk away from it, arms pinned at his side against the door as though he doesn’t trust them to not reach for the door handle, doesn’t trust himself to maintain the boundary. He’s kicked her out - but barely. He can’t leave the side of that door while Shinae stands right outside of it, banging away. GOD I enjoy the agony of it, I NEED MORE. Shinae’s threats are so comical but she’s literally grasping at straws and he knows it. The same Nol who broke that day in the rain is barely holding it together, knowing that once again he is causing her pain. 

As readers we know that once she figures it out, she’ll understand. As soon as Shinae understands what Nol is trying to get her to see, she’ll know exactly why he had to draw that boundary and keep the space, but in this moment she doesn’t know any of this, and it is just so agonizing! 

Just as she’s been confessing all day long, she continues to tell him all the things she can’t see for what they are - how much she hates when he shuts her out, how she can’t understand why they’re back here when they just go out of this and GOD i love it because you can FEEL how much she cares. Even if she doesn’t know what the feeling is, even if she can’t call it what it is, she cares so much! And you can see how much it hurts him! How difficult it is to stand there and let her think he’s casting her to the streets again, to have her fight so passionately for him for them when he understands now what kind of hurt he’s inflicted (and continues to inflict!!!!!!!) GOD

Nol understands so well his resistance - his resolve - and knows he has to keep that physical barrier between them. Even before he could barely look at her when he did, when she flustered under his gaze and command, he threw her out before he could crumble all the way and there’s something about seeing it illustrated this way, showing us rather than telling, how hard this is for him. I’m sure his thought is that once Shinae figures it out - once she knows her feelings, once she can understand his feelings, once she can see what Dieter saw that hurt him so much, she’ll be the one to draw the boundary he struggles so hard with. That once he’s not the only one who knows, she can stop pushing him, can stop breaking him down, can act on the effort he can barely muster. 

I love that panel of Shinae banging on the door while he stands on the other side, face screwed up in frustration and agony. It’s so difficult, it’s SO HARD. She’s going on about being shut out, about how “ a misunderstanding” has come between them. She’s so scared their relationship doesn’t mean to him what it means to her, so scared that he’s content to throw it all away, so scared that she will lose him once and for all - and he has to stand and bear it, knowing he’s causing her to feel these things, knowing there’s no easy way out. 

UUUUUUUUUUGGGHHH SCREAMS

It’s the sheer irony! That the thing he wants her to comprehend is the VERY THING she’s yelling at him about, it’s the very thing compelling her. 

Well. That and her sleep deprivation LMAO 

I never shut up about noticing when characters have their eyes closed, but it’s such an important part of quimchee’s subtle storytelling. Note how Nol’s face is still screwed up in frustration when he tells her to go away, followed by telling her she’s so damn annoying. 

I’ve already seen that there are people reading that at face value but over here round these parts, we know better. Nol’s eyes closed as he tells her to go away, while he stands with his door still pressed against the door. 

He so easily could have walked away, gone back to his bed across the room. Instead he stands there, torturing himself as he listens to her yell at him from the other side of the door. Nol tells her to go away because he needs her to go away, for his peace of mind, for his crumbling resolve, but on some level, of course he doesn’t want her to. Of course sending her away, pushing her away, walking away from her is difficult, is something he forces himself to do, that is so incredibly difficult for him. 

Let’s not forget him at the curb retching after hurting Shinae in all the worst ways and then walking away and leaving her in the freezing rain. 

Quimchee literally doesn’t need to spell it out because it’s all right there for us to see. It’s in his closed eyes, in his back against the door he can’t pull himself away from, in his frustration, in his crumbling resolve, in his sheer agony. 

Let’s also not forget how this all started. It wasn’t even initially about Dieter - it was about Nol hiding himself away, about him refusing to show the parts of him that she really wants to see, about how it hurts her that he can’t open up. At the heart of this lmao it’s literally about how Shinae just wants to LOVE him and he wants her to understand tHAT SHE DOES. 

SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love this episode it’s so good it’s got me chewing through my freaking keyboard trying to write this AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LKAJFKJFAKJAFJKAFJKAFJKAFJKAFJ 

But, of course, the important take away is that Shinae cannot see the forest for the trees. She’s so caught up in her own intense feelings, lost in her fear and what she wants so badly and she only knows how to fight. Shinae is a bit of a short fuse but it’s even worse because of the harrowing 24 hours she’s been through. To think so many episodes ago she was moving back in to her home with Simhan! It feels so far away after everything that’s transpired! She hasn’t slept, we know she hasn’t really eaten in hours, she’s already in a foul mood after how her dance with Nol soured and how upset she got about what he hides from her. There’s now way for her to be rational - trying to literally kick in his door lmao - or think things through because her despair and frustration is so all-consuming it just clouds her judgement. 

There’s something so funny about how Nana takes her away and suddenly settled down, Shinae just goes full sulking lmao. I love how impetuously teenager it is, too, for Nana to tell Shinae that she does, in fact, need to leave, that is isn’t actually the big deal she thinks it is but Shinae is like blah blah OLD PEOPLE WISDOM IS NOT NEEDED HERE alkjfakfjkafjfa lmao 

It must be so funny to Nana, that this little spitfire girl is fighting like hell for him, fighting so hard to not be cast out, and can’t understand WHY she’s fighting, what any of it means lmao like aflkjafjkafjkafj 

Of course Nana knows. Anyone would be able to tell! From how awkward they were around each other in the room, how sulky Nol was fiddling with her headband (AND THE BLUSHING), the whole argument they’ve had about Dieter - who Nana knows!!!!!!!! Had a crush on her!!!!!!!! Of course she with her decades of life can see exactly what Shinae is fighting. 

Taking her away from Nol is important. I LOVE this exchange they have: Nana: You’d need the right key to get that door open. Shinae: And? A key isn’t necessary when you use enough force! Nana: But you could damage the door. And nobody likes an intruder. Breaking doors could get yourself kicked out and never be able to come back. Both literally and figuratively. You wouldn’t want that now would ya?

I’m sure Nana must speak from some kind of experience. Thinking about how she took him in when he left the psychiatric ward where it seems like he was traumatized, from where he still carries so many unhealed wounds and scars, after losing his mother and being left all alone in a foreign country with no family, made to believe he’s some kind of monster like the loss of his mom was his fault, that he deserved everything that came to him. The special name his mom had given him had been worn down and destroyed, tainted and made to mean nothing. He comes home and he doesn’t even go back to his father, to their family, but someone he’s told is his grandma. How can he trust her? His own father doesn’t want him, he’s been sent to live with some stranger, away from his father’s family. An outcast, an outsider, all alone. 

She probably tried so hard to get through to him. How do you reach someone like him? How do you get through to someone who keeps everyone at arms’ length, who is so full of fear and self-loathing, who has been made to feel so insignificant, so worthless, a mistake, a monster. We still don’t even know just how bad it was locked inside there. His fear of Yui, his aversion to medication and hospitals, how much he detests tea, his touch aversion. How much of what he believes about himself - that he caused his mother’s death, that he deserves all the bad, that he will only bring harm to those he loves, that his existence is a mistake - came from there? GOD it hurts lmao lajfjkfjkafjk LIKE just writing this makes me want to howl. This is such a foundational aspect of who Nol is. He’s not just some melodramatic teenager (which even isn’t a bad thing) but he has spent a significant portion of his memorable life in survival mood, just fighting to stay afloat, fighting all of the demons who hold him down. 

Nana loves him so much, that much is so clear. And she knows him so well. She knows what he needs is time, she knows how stubborn and obstinate he is, and she probably knows all too well how he shuts others out and how, much like quicksand, the harder you fight and struggle, the worse it will be. Her line about breaking doors can get you kicked out is so loaded. Did she try to break his doors, too? Did she try so hard to reach someone who wanted to be so unreachable and found herself on the other side of a door, too? aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh 

Just thinking about he was just this scared kid so alone and she believes her daughter took her own life and she didn’t see it coming, didn’t imagine her the person who would do it and it reminded her that you never really know, do you? He was this kid so closed off, so alone, who hid so much, and we’ve seen her reach out to him over and over, encourage him to spend time with people who care about him. I’m sure a part of her worries, fears, that maybe he’d go the same path as his mom. Don’t think I’ve forgotten how he told Dieter he “tried to visit his mom”. That HAUNTS me and I bet it’s something that haunts her, too. 

(Alternatively, if he came out with his Yeonggi mask, ready to fake his way through, ready to force a smile a joke a laugh to pretend everything is fine when under the surface she can see it’s not. Remembering how he met Dieter, I think the Yeonggi persona was a thing that grew the more he tried it on, but whether or not she met him as this scared lonely kid or this kid with a fake mask on, we just know she’s been THROUGH it trying to reach him with everything she’s got ;____________;) 

Getting to see so much into their relationship makes me feel SO FUCKING FERAL. Knowing that yes, Nol DID talk about Shinae to her, that contrary to what we’ve seen through much of this series, Nol didn’t always close himself away in his room locked up with his thoughts and self-loathing. That he would go home and talk to Nana about people who piqued his interest, tell her about his hare-brained attempts to befriend them, about the struggles he faced in getting through to them. Did she see the fond irony - that someone who once was so hard for her to reach to get through found someone who was just as difficult to get through to and one day he went from talking about how difficult she was to talking about her as his friend? GOD it gets to meeeeeeeeeee. She must’ve seen the shift, too - when she went from being the subject of his attempt to help out Dieter to being his friend, to mattering to him. 

I’M IN AGONYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

I wish we could see a little bit of that, of the Nol he was so briefly before he had to put the walls back up, before the self-loathing fully consumed him again, before all the tendrils of shadow wrapped themselves around him and began to drag him back out of the light again. But fortunately what we DO get comes close. That moment earlier when he told Nana about how he’d already seen his friends, how they all came to celebrate his birthday can you believe it? GOD MY HEART ACHES. 

I suspect we’ll probably be seeing more of them because clearly someone needs to talk with him - someone rational and removed from the situation, someone who can try to make him see that he cannot help his feelings, that he cannot control all situations, and is any of this really your fault? Is it his fault at all that Shinae didn’t like Dieter enough that way, that it didn’t happen over time? Is it his fault if she instead saw something in him that she flocked to, if there existed something between them that she wants to fight so hard for? AAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Both Nol and Shinae are so stubborn so OBSTINATE and they’re both STRUGGLING so of course it was wise of Nana to take Shinae away, even if she had to trick her lmao. Shinae at Nol’s door only makes it worse, could, as she said, push him to lock her out for real. Nana knows that Shinae hasn’t been cast out, she knows what the problem is, but of course why would Shinae believe her? lol It’s that obstinate teenager thing that makes me laugh so much now that I’m well passed that stage - so certain that no one could possibly understand what you’re feeling, that they couldn’t possibly understand what is wrong lmao 

Honestly, Nana and Shinae are nothing like I expected them to be, and I really love that. Nana barely even knows her, but she does know how to poke and wheedle her. Everything feels so poised to help Shinae zero in on the reason behind her frustration. 

I really love that she revealed to Shinae that Nol has told her about her, that she has, from the sidelines through a biased lens, watched their relationship grow - and as a result, saw the effect she had on him, what their friendship did t and for him. Even though Nol has told Shinae she’s special, because he’s so hot and cold, because he doesn’t open up, because she doesn’t get to see him, it’s hard for her to really internalize that it’s true. How can it be when he’s so willing to throw away all of this, right? So for Nana to reveal that she knows all about how closed off Shinae used to be but that changed didn’t it is such a MOMENT for her. She doesn’t look like she can believe it - Nol talked about her? About how she fought him and ran away? 

More importantly, Nana is trying to give Shinae a little nudge that she can’t yet see. She tells Shinae she’s not trying to make her feel bad about turning down Dieter, but to lay out their foundation: that originally Nol was trying to play Cupid, but the arrows got all messed up. I think it’s one of those things that while right now Shinae thinks it’s just people trying to make her feel guilty, soon she’ll see for what it was - the problem lies in their foundation, the reason Dieter is hurt is because of the way it all went wrong. Soon, Shinae is going to be holding her head in her hands yelling about how did she not see it how was she so blind THAT’S what they meant this is what they all meant?! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 

I find it really cute that Nana is using the same technique as Nol, trying to get Shinae to think about her feelings. Why do you feel terrible? What did you actually do wrong? How does it make you feel bad? And then LMAO baiting Shinae with a hint about the problem in an disguised effort to kick her out LMAOOOOOOO to be fair, she DOES give Shinae the hint, just..... not the way she wants LMAO 

The way Nana gets Shinae reminiscing, thinking back on how their friendship began, how they ended up at this point, just what is so significant about those oranges - the things Shinae doesn’t say about how they symbolize the change from him being this annoying guy that she wanted nothing to do with to this person she CANNOT let go of that she CANNOT lose GOD. That’s SO good. She talks about how she’s so bad at talking about her feelings and opening up and that she’s trying to be better at it - but she also cannot stop talking about Nol lmao 

She’s moody about all the things she doesn’t know about him yet. What his real name is, why she’s not allowed to use, how Nana gets to do it why can’t she? Does he hate his name, where did the Yeonggi moniker come from? 

“I wanna know where he got it from... There’s so many things I wanna know about him...”

I JUST WANNA GRAB HER BY THE SHOULDERS AND RATTLE HER AROUND lajkfkfjfkafkjafj I love it, okay? it’s one of those tell tale signs - when you grow interested in a person, when you start to like them and you have that insatiable hunger to know them so intimately to know every detail about them you want to know everything about them you want to discover them from inside out. And for her it’s doubly worse since he DOESN’T show her what she wants to see. She’s out here craving to understand him so intimately and can’t understand why he can’t show her that. Why can’t he be vulnerable why can’t he open up?

She is SO HEAD OVER HEELS she is soooooooo full of feelings she wants to know everything he’s hidden GOD!!!!!!!!

HOW ARE THERE PEOPLE WHO DON’T SEE IT? HOW ARE THERE PEOPLE WHO DON’T GET ANY OF THIS?! 

She THINKS there’s nothing going on between them but she’s sulking to his grandma, she’s upset because he won’t show her himself because she wanted to see his face because they shared this intimate tender moment because it was such a SOFT warm HAPPY moment for her and they couldn’t share it because they weren’t on the same level 

She is MOPING she really thinks he’s casting her out and she’s terrified of losing all of that. 

Shinae over here saying that of course all her relationships with her friends are going to be different but she can’t see why this one, in particular, is so dire, doesn’t understand what the everything she thinks he’s throwing away signifies. 

GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I really look forward to learning more about Yeonggi, because I’ve been really curious about that, too. Was it a name he’d just picked out, what was the significance? I look forward to Nol telling her about it, too; Nana has told her all she knows and anyway it’s better to let Nol do it. It’s better for Nol to know all of this, to hear all the things Shinae wants to know, how she’s so insatiably hungry to know everything about him, how she just wants to know him - everything there is to him the good the ugly the things he hasn’t shown anyone else ;A; aaaahhhhhhhhhh 

Nana is really the PERFECT character to REALLY bring in for this arc. She goes head to head with Shinae lmao and dances circles around her. The whole distracting her as she evacuates her from the building while getting her to dwell on her feelings? PERFECTLY executed. Telling her the hint she’s looking for is that SHE is one of the problems LMAO aklfkafkjafjfjf What’s she supposed to do with that information?! 

Of course, like I said earlier, like Nana is telling her, some down time WILL do wonders. Right now her head is so full of intensity, but when she steps away, when she’s mulling and dwelling and sleeps and assuages her crankiness when her brain can go back to functioning well, THEN she’ll be able to think about it, THEN she’ll be able to figure out what the key is. But right now she’s just making things worse - for him, for herself, and for their problem. 

Sleep deprivation really messes with you lol especially when she’s spent the most harrowing night of her life. Can you believe that this probably beats out THE KIM FORMAL because this time she NEARLY WATCHED HER BEST FRIEND DIE OUT IN FRONT OF HER?! Christ!!!!!!!!! 

And besides Shinae, Nana, and Nol, this episode feels like it’s nudging a couple other things. The pointed emphasis on the hospital departments and floor board feels like a nod that Hansuke will be bringing Kousuke here for his CT scan. On the one hand, I’m really excited to see more about Kousuke and what Hansuke is thinking. I’m no doctor but I assume a CT scan might be able to indicate some kind of drugging just because how it would affect the brain, right? A brain on a particular medication would look a certain way? Forgive me, science was never my strong suit and I don’t know the difference between a CT and other scans lmao but I imagine if it’s the kind of imaging that can indicate neurons firing and active parts of the brain, maybe it would tell them enough that they should try more labwork? Especially now that Hansuke knows about the hormone imbalance and has picked up on Kousuke’s fixation with tea and it being one of the only things he can remember (that he’s admitted). 

But on the other hand..... Nol has SO much going on, is he ready to face Kousuke again? Like, don’t get me wrong, I want to see more of them, especially knowing how worried Kousuke is about him, that he hasn’t forgotten what happened last night or that he caused it. But with everything Nol is dealing with - the aftermath of it all, feeling like an asshole for hurting Dieter, Shinae, all of this, is he ready to see Kousuke again? I guess part of me worries that Kousuke is... yknow. More fragile and that if he fights with Nol, it might affect the progress he made? Or maybe now that they had that er... “heart to heart” now that he confessed those sins his fears he would be able to hear Nol out without deflecting? 

I just know if Kousuke ends up at the same hospital and he spots anyone from Nol’s circle he’ll try to find him lol he IS worried (and worried for HIM not based on Rand or punishment or any of that). He’s got no idea how Nol is, where he is, what happened, how bad it is. GOD. HARROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Everyone is going to be SO HAUNTED by this night. 

The other matter is, of course, the custodian taking out the trash when Nana tells them they should go somewhere private, she doesn’t want “him” eavesdropping on the conversation. Initially I’d assumed this is because ultimately she is trying to get Shinae the heck out of there and it’s her excuse to get him out, but it could easily have been written “So no one can eavesdrop” right? 

The theory is that this is one of the people that Yui probably pays to act as a spy for her so that she can keep track of people and always knows what they’re doing, so she can always be two steps ahead. The only thing that really gives me pause regarding this, though, is that she has no idea where Nol is (yet). She has no idea where Rand took him, and I can’t imagine she employs people in hospitals all over the city should anyone report anything suspicious to her. So how would this be one of her spies? 

I’m not saying it’s not possible at all because he WAS very emphasized, but it just leaves me wondering if Yui doesn’t know where they are, how could that be a spy, right? But look, sometimes the narrative pulls a fast one on us. We can’t see what she’s up to at all times, now can we? 

All in all, I really loved this episode and I’ve been loving this arc SO MUCH. All of this everything since the Christmas party has been SO GOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!! Seeing all of those plot lines really converge and the stakes go higher has made every episode a treat to read, but I love that in the midst of this, Shinae and Nol have this very big, important thing to clear up. Over the course 230 episodes we’ve been watching these two grow so important to each other and honestly, I love watching Shinae fight for him like this, even if lmao she’s going at it all the wrong way. For someone like Nol who is so used to being invisible, to have her putting up such a fight, confirming whatever feelings he can’t be sure if she actually feels, would be such a welcome thing - except for the reminder that Dieter has been hurt in the cross-fires. I really want to see Nana have a talk with him and maybe TRY to get him to see it, that you cannot control feelings, that acting on them isn’t bad. That Dieter WILL come around, that he isn’t really much of a friend if he puts his own wants and happiness above Nol’s. 

But of course, Nana alone won’t do. Nol REALLY needs to talk to Dieter, too. But unlike Shinae, Dieter seems to know he needs to be alone for a little while. He’s got to sort out his own feeling and untangle that hurt. Thinking about things from his perspective IS painful - Yeonggi cut them out, he blocked their numbers, he refused to see them, and then suddenly he shows back up after asking to be left alone, he almost DIES in front of them, and Dieter wakes up to witness Nol and Shinae having this moment. 

He’s got a lot of things to sort out, too, he needs sleep and room to think. 

I’m really interested to see how all of it plays out. For Dieter’s sake, I hope there’s some kind of explanation because unlike Shinae, he and Soushi are still in the dark. Why did Nol leave and come back? Why did he box them out? He showed so much affection when he hugged them and told them he loves them so I’m sure they know that he has his reasons but still, people have limits. They deserve to know what Shinae does. I she willing to have that talk, though? 

aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh

I imagine we’ll probably be veering back to Kousuke here shortly, if not the next espisode. I imagine Shinae may get picked up before that.... ? Maybe? It feels like we were JUST with Kousuke, but I don’t think we’ll be revisiting Yui JUST yet. Maybe we’ll see Shinae get home, let her thoughts pull her to sleep, and then go visit Kousuke and Hanske? IDK god knows I can never predict what’s coming next but no matter which direction we go, we don’t go wrong! 

It’s so funny that the fabled Minhyuk party was something that I thought would happen and then we’d slide slowly into a timelapse taking us through the first time jump to graduation and stuff but SURPRISE: NOL ALMOST DIED, KOUSUKE IS UNDERGOING HELL, NOL’S FREEDOM HAS BEEN EXTENDED, CHRISTMAS IS COMING UP!!!!!!!!! We have literal DAYS left until Nol goes away, and then do we even immediately go into our timelapse timeskip?! Quimchee talked so much about how she didn’t want to have to draw snow, so at least so much of this takes place indoors but LMAO it’s still kinda funny

aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I love this webtoon so much I love this story so much I love this whole arc honestly it’s been hit after hit for me and I’m so glad I get to keep screaming about it every week at all of you and just scale walls and swing from rafters I AM SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

[otterandterrierwrites]

Trick or treat!

My head is completely empty right now, so idk, tell or show me something you really wanted to!

Also, I'm on my second read of the Vampire AU, which hopefully means the very much needed comments, and OMG IT'S STILL SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP IT'S PERFECT

Ahhh I'm so glad to hear that! Perfect read for Halloween 😁

Here's a treat! 🍬

So, I often don't save any cut scenes from my fics - it's either reworked, and all the unnecessary bits deleted, or just deleted. But with A tactical omission, I was having trouble figuring out where the fic was moving towards and ended up writing stuff that was taking me in a different direction. Thankfully @lajulie24 helped me get unstuck and I was able to write an ending that felt more coherent for the fic!

So, in the old version of the story, Han and Leia kept a running joke that Leia still couldn't understand Chewie, and this is an unfinished trip to Bespin scene that was going to be the ending:

Laughing, Leia pressed her face into Han’s bare shoulder to hide her embarrassment. And because she could.

‘I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that I was being so loud!’ she whined.

‘Hey, I wasn’t gonna clip your wings right then and there, sweetheart,’ he said with a smirk, thumb rubbing circles on her hip. She pulled herself back to give him an indignant look.

‘You encouraged me!’

Han gave her a one-shouldered shrug, hooking a leg between her thighs to pull her closer. There wasn’t any closer, but that didn’t seem to matter on those slow first days on his ship as they crawled towards Bespin, when everything between them felt novel and exciting, ripe like summer fruit, ready for them to sink their hungry teeth into.

‘I’m tellin’ ya, it doesn’t really matter. If Chewie’s around, he’ll know what we’re doing. And there ain’t much space for him not to be around, so...’

‘It can’t be easy for him, trapped here with the two of us and Threepio…’ she mused, drawing the tips of her fingers over his chest. ‘We’ll try to be more considerate. I don’t want him to hate me by the end of this trip.’

‘He could never,’ Han promised, grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss over her knuckles. ‘He’s actually glad we… sorted this out.’

She gave him a sultry look and pushed her toes down as she stretched up lazily, revelling in the friction of her skin against his, imagining it was enough to strike actual sparks.

‘Mm, so am I.’

‘Matter of fact,’ Han continued, hands circling around her waist as he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him, ‘I didn’t tell you what Chewie said earlier, did I?’

‘What was that?’ she asked distractedly, kissing the spot where his throat bobbed.

‘Well, see… Chewie says he thinks he's falling in love with you.’

Leia chuckled, pausing to look up at him.

‘Aw, I love him too—as a friend.’

Han didn’t laugh, though he was looking at her with a wistful half smile that spoke of something momentous. Leia pushed herself up and sat on her haunches over Han’s legs.

It had been so long since the last time he did it, it took her a moment to piece it together.

‘Oh.’

‘He also said you don’t have to say it back,’ Han added, hoisting himself up on his elbows. ‘He just thought you should know.’

Leia was fluent in a dozen languages, and could understand a handful more. But, at that moment, Basic failed her. Over the last three years, she’d mastered her understanding of Shyriiwook with Chewie’s help, but she was lost in translation as far as her own heart went. How could she put into words Han could understand the anguished bliss of her feelings for him, the joyful sorrow of knowing them reciprocated; happiness in knowing herself loved, grief in knowing it was ending, it was always going to end, one way or another, the inevitable loss she’d tried so hard to avoid a self-fulfilling prophecy that was coming to pass. The hurt that Chewie’s words caused her; the pleasure. The tightness in her chest that was her own confession pounding against her ribcage; the brittleness of the structure it was holding up, ready to collapse and bury her under should it ever get out.

If love was a language of its own, she was at beginner level.

[maeleelee]

Chapter 8: A force to be reckoned with

Talents

Soulmate AU Soul Bond: They share talent Han x Fox (Red, female reader)

She came into town with her band to see her brother. She meets her favorite rap group. Han is her favorite. Han thinks she's copying him. He doesn't like her because of it.

Warnings: talks about panic attacks, crying, cussing, eating snacks, cuddles, Minho being to freaking cute to Han. Let me know if I missed any.

Minho grabbed all the snacks and kissed Blue goodbye. He kissed Jeongin’s head and laughed at the face the boy made. He grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys, and out the door he went. He knew where Han was. They had come across the rundown tree house years ago. They decided to fix it up and make it theirs. They also both decided to make it the place they go when the world gets a little to complicated. Soon he walked to the forest line, where the tree house was hidden in. They’d both been here so much, they had made a path without doing anything. Minho walked the trail, trying to figure out how to help the situation instead of making it worse. He didn’t mind Han being Fox’s soulmate. He honestly thought it was cute. He knew there was something going on when Han stopped coming by for lunch every day after classes. It was their routine. Minho knew that adding Fox could cause some trouble in the routine, but he never meant for them to stop hanging out. 

Han sat in the tree house, trying to stop crying after the panic attack he had. He knew he could do the growl. He had hidden it for years now. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, he was just a rapper so screaming wouldn’t be ideal. He could also draw. He couldn’t draw for shit. Like it was horrible but one afternoon he felt like doodling and it came out amazing. He could also dance a little better and singing a little more. It all confused him. How did that even work? The soul bond, of course. He leaned his head on his knees that he had pulled to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees. He looked up when he heard the footsteps of his best friend. “Here. Take the snacks.” Minho told the boy as he held the bag up. Han did as told and grabbed them. Soon Minho had climbed the ladder and was in front of the boy. “You okay?” Han just nodded. His breathing was still ragged and tears were still falling. “Cuddles?” Han nodded again. Minho slid over behind Han and wrapped his arms around him. He started humming softly, just letting Han finish crying. He hated when Han had the attacks. He always tried to help but some were worse than others and they were hard to calm down from. “I’m sorry.” Han mumbled. “Shush. You need to rest for a little bit. We’ll talk when you’ve calm down.” Minho told Han. Han took a deep breathe and exhaled it. “Thank you.” He mumbled. 

They both sat there, Minho rocking Han side to side. He was finally giggling now. His breathing was calmed down and his heart rate slowed. “Snacks?” Minho asked. Han nodded and grabbed the bags. He pulled out pb&j sandwiches and chips and some drinks. They started with the sandwiches. “Do you want to talk about it?” Minho asked. “I just, I got so jealous over her being able to rap the way she could. I didn’t put it together until we slightly touched the other night.” Minho chuckled. “You know she’d say yes. Right?” Han shook his head. “She barely knows me.” Minho laughed this time. “Dude, you’re her favorite rapper, favorite person as far as I know. She’s been trying to find a way to tell you without sounding weird.” Han looked down. “I don’t want her to feel like she has to do this just because fate wants us too.” Minho shook his head. “I don’t think she cares about fate. I think she wants you in general fucker.” “I don’t want her to feel like she has to take care of me.” “What are you doing? Stop that overthinking. She likes you. When she found out we were best friends she almost beat me up for not telling her before.” Han chuckled. “Stop being mean to your soulmate and actually get to know her. I’m telling you, you two would be a force to be reckoned with.” 

“Didn’t Hongjoong ask her out though?” Han pouted. “As friends. They had a whole conversation about soulmate right after he asked if she’d want to get coffee or dinner. I know you’re anxious about this. I know you were always so stressed about the soulmate topic but she’s right there.” “How do you know though?” “You both dance, sing, draw, can play piano and guitar, and now you both can scream. That’s not a coincidence Han. So stop being a shithead and go get your girl.” Han’s face got red and he smiled at the ground. “You really think she’d like me for me though?” Minho nodded. “Fully. She’s very understanding. She’d help you with whatever you need. And stop being so jealous over the rapping thing.” Han laughed. “I thought she took you from me.” Minho laughed. “No one could ever take me from you. I’ll always be your best friend. No matter what.” Han smiled at Minho. “Thank you.” 

Sorry it took so long to get this posted. Works been crazy and I've been super tired from that. Hope you enjoy.

Masterlist The band / The Besties / The Boys Chapter 7 / Chapter 9

Taglist: @burningchaosdeer@https-skzology

[marvelmaniac715]

It’s another Chucky and Glen au! This time, Chucky didn’t die at the end of Bride, but Tiffany did. Baby Glen/da is born, and Chucky finds them when he goes looking for Tiffany. You know what that makes him? A single dad. He decides to do the decent thing and raise the kid on his own, how does this impact the rest of the Chucky series? Quick disclaimer, I am a cisgender female, but I wanted to include the twins’ coming out. If I have written anything wrong or remotely offensive, my sincerest apologies, I didn’t intend to cause any harm and I will endeavour to fix my mistakes :). Also, I changed the twins’ names (don’t hate me). The reason for this is that in Seed, it’s obvious that Chucky came up with Glen on the spot, and for this fic I tried to think about what names he would choose if he actually put thought into them. What do you think of my choices?

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Chucky could hear screaming in the distance. It sounded like Tiffany. He had only barely survived, but he had enough strength to head towards her direction. Did he care about Tiffany anymore? Not really, he mostly wanted to see what was going on out of curiosity, and to get her to shut her trap. That screeching was hurting his head.

By the time he’d found her, Tiffany had stopped screaming. But something else was screaming instead. It was confusing for a moment, he didn’t know what was making that sound. But the moment he laid eyes on the source of the noise, Chucky knew that it was the most adorable, perfect ‘something’ he had ever seen.

A baby doll, about the size of his arm. With bright blue eyes and the most adorable little set of razor sharp teeth that they were using to bite down on a grown man’s neck. They weren’t even an hour old and they’d already killed a man. Chucky was so proud.

Then it hit him. He didn’t know how this very obvious fact hadn’t occurred at first, but it was all at once astounding and life changing. This was his child. His. He was a father. He had created life for a change instead of taking it. According to all laws of science and even religion, this baby shouldn’t exist. But it did, and Chucky had a huge responsibility ahead of him. 

Chucky bent down to scoop up the baby, trying his best to rock and soothe it. His only experience had been with a neighbour’s newborn daughter at the age of five, they had been invited to a celebration at their house and he’d been allowed to hold her with support from his parents. He’d known at that moment, that he’d wanted to be a father one day, but he’d never thought it would actually happen. 

It dawned on Chucky that the baby didn’t have a name. Or a gender. It seemed incredibly demeaning and dehumanising to refer to his child as an ‘it’, so he resolved to correct that issue. He soon figured out that the child was a boy, but he still needed to come up with a name for his son.

His son. Wow, those were amazing words to say. But he couldn’t dwell on that, the kid needed a good name. Obviously the last name would be Ray, and a middle name was easy. He’d always loved the Peter Pan story, so his son’s middle name would be Peter. But the first name stumped him. He couldn’t think of anything good. He nearly chose Glen, but a look down at the baby made him change his mind. No, this kid didn’t look like a Glen. But what was he-

His thoughts were cut off abruptly when the baby bit him on the hand, drawing blood. Chucky didn’t scream or yell, he laughed.

“That’s my boy! Wow, you’re just like me when I was-‘

Charles. That was it, that was the perfect name. Of course, this was the ideal opportunity to carry on his name. Chucky looked down at his son. Charles Peter Ray. Or for short…

“Hi Charlie, I’m your dad. I’m so happy to meet you.”

That felt right in a way that Chucky couldn’t explain.

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The woman screamed as she ran for her life. She’d been restocking shelves when she’d heard ominous footsteps. She’d thought nothing of it, but then that evil doll had appeared. All she’d seen was a grotesque grin and a flash of red hair, perhaps a glint of silver from his cleaver, but that was enough to terrify her. That was, until, she heard crying. The doll stopped in front of her, but he was acting quite strangely.

He began swaying awkwardly, patting something attached to his chest, shushing it gently.

“Shush, Charlie. It’s okay, I know you’re tired, but Daddy needs to do this first- what, are you thirsty? Do you need some milk, is that it? Is it your diaper? I checked it a few minutes ago so it should be fine. Please just go back to sleep, you’ll be in bed in just a few minutes, half an hour at most.”

The doll made eye contact with her, an exhausted and mildly apologetic look on his face.

“Sorry, the little one’s on a sleep strike right now, I’ve tried everything but I just can’t get him to sleep. Any suggestions?”

The woman sobbed, unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

“No? Thanks anyway I guess. Now, where were we? Oh yes, I was killing you.”

The woman choked on her own blood as she gurgled out one last scream, falling to the ground, dead.

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It had taken approximately three years for Chucky to realise that he didn’t have one child, he had two. Charlie was a sweet little boy who was terrified of violence, but his daughter craved it, just like her father did.

Chucky didn’t mind that he had two children, he loved and supported both of his children equally. He built a terrarium with Charlie so he could look after little frogs he’d found living on nearby logs. He taught his daughter (Charlotte, because he’d be damned if the twins didn’t have matching names, Lottie for short) how to swing a knife. He snuck Charlie a toy elephant from a nearby zoo and sneaked him into it to see his favourite animals up close. He patiently stayed up late to learn how to sew with Lottie. 

When Charlie was awake, he got to relax and indulge in some of his less active hobbies, such as painting and reading. When Lottie was around, he got to murder. Both of his children were unique and special in their own ways, but they were both the greatest kids in the world, in Chucky’s opinion at least.

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Chucky considered himself to be a pretty laid back parent as far as rules went. He let the kids swear if they wanted to, they were actively encouraged to lie and fight, although Lottie took to those teachings stronger than Charlie did. But the one thing that he wouldn’t let his kids do was wander off without him.

They were sentient dolls, anything could happen to them, they were small and knew nothing about the world. Alright, Chucky sheltered his children more than he probably should have, but can you really blame him? His twins were the most important things in his life, he had nothing else, and he needed to pass down his wisdom to somebody.

By the age of eight, phrases like “Charlie, go hide over there” “Lottie, you’re too little to actually murder someone yourself yet, go hide” and “don’t make a sound, go into Barbie mode” were common to the twins. Chucky had even turned it into a game when they were at home. He’d suddenly call out “Barbie mode!” And if they went still immediately, they’d get a treat of some kind, usually a small toy he’d stolen from a nearby store or a piece of candy.

It was his way of keeping them safe, because God knows those kids had no real survival instincts of their own.

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Charlie and Lottie were teenagers. Chucky was in a constant state of panic. Hormones had transformed his children into creatures of rage, rebelliousness and a weirdly high amount of teenage lust.

A week ago, he’d seriously had to tell Lottie “no, we can’t spare this guy his life just because you think he’s cute and want to date him.”

Even Charlie was acting out. Chucky had asked his son to help him tidy up around the room and his response had been “fuck you.” Charlie had said it before, but the way he’d said it had hurt.

But now Charlie wanted to talk to him about something important. Lottie did too, apparently. So Chucky arranged a bonding activity (pottery painting of all things) and prepared for whatever this conversation would lead to. 

Charlie looked nervous, hardly able to concentrate on the painting. With a tentative look at Chucky, they began to speak.

“Dad, my twin and I need to tell you about something. It’s kind of important, but we’ve been feeling like this for a while now, and we both think that we’ve found the right words to tell you.”

What was Charlie about to confess? Murder? Pregnancy? The possibilities were endless, and Chucky feared almost every one. But he needed to be a supportive parent, to show his kids that he loved and supported them no matter what.

“Go on, you can tell me anything.”

Charlie smiled, and with a deep inhale, began to speak again.

“Lottie and I are non-binary. We both would like to go by they/them pronouns please.”

Chucky let out a relieved exhale. Out of everything that could have been confessed, this wasn’t the least bit worrying or concerning. So, Chucky didn’t have a son and a daughter, he had two non-binary children. That was perfectly fine. So why was Charlie crying?

“Charlie, could you look at me please? It’s okay, you don’t need to cry. What you just did was so, so brave. I’m so proud of you, both of you. It doesn’t matter to me what your genders are, you’re still my incredible kids who I have loved from the very first second I saw you, when you were tiny little babies. The first time I held you I promised If love you forever, and that promise still stands today, make no doubt about it.”

Charle beamed and wrapped their arms around Chucky for a hug, sniffling slightly.

“We were both scared of how you’d react. You grew up in the fifties and sixties, they weren’t known for being… well, tolerant. We both know that you love us, we just weren’t sure how you’d feel, knowing that we’re both non-binary.”

Chucky had to laugh. But the second he did he realised how bad that could come across to Charlie, so he stopped and pulled back to look his child in the eyes.

“Sorry for laughing, kid. It’s just that that’s a silly thing to worry about. Look, people knew jack-shit in the fifties, they were wackos. I know I’m old, but I’ve been given the opportunity to learn and understand more about the world in each different generation. I may not fully understand everything, but I know that I love you both very much, and if you both feel in your hearts that the gender identity that best fits for you is non-binary, I’m gonna support you every step of the way.”

Charlie let out a sigh of relief, snuggling into Chucky’s shoulder.

“I love you, Dad. You’re the best.”

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Chucky couldn’t believe that it was this time already. The twins were all grown up and ready to see the world. It was hard to let go, but they wanted to do some travelling, and who was he to refuse? He taught them both self-defence and had made them promise to call at least once a week. They should be fine, but he still worried.

Today Lottie was in control of the body. They were so excited for their journey, they’d talked about it non-stop for ages. Lottie and Charlie were going on a truck that delivered all over the world, stopping off for a week in each country, giving them a chance to see more of the world.

Chucky wouldn’t admit that he was close to tears. He’d looked after his kids from the day they were born, he’d never been apart from them for any longer than an hour. This would be hard, but the twins were tough, they were ready for this.

As he helped Lottie up onto the truck with their luggage which they shared with Charlie, the younger doll squeezed his hand tightly, smiling.

“I love you Daddy. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. We’re going to miss you though.”

All Chucky could do was smile fondly through the tears and squeeze Lottie’s hand just as tightly.

“I’ll miss you too. I know you’ll be fine, you’re both too tough to take any crap. Stay safe, I love you.”

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Nica stared up at the doll, reeling from what she’d just learnt. Charles Lee Ray had killed her father, abducted her mother and sister and paralysed her. Now he was in a doll, standing over her with a knife. Prepared to stab. Just as he raised the knife with a grin, a phone rang.

What? Where was the phone coming from- the doll pulled out a phone.

“Charlie, it’s so great to hear from you What? No, I’m not busy, I can talk. What? Why can’t I video chat? Well, I’ve got really bad reception y’see, the footage would cut out- I’m not killing anyone, what would give you that impression? Charlie, there’s been plenty of times I haven’t called with video, it doesn’t mean that I’m- look, this call’s meant to be about you, what have you and Lottie been up to? How’s Europe? Oh, I hear that that place is beautiful this time of year! Have you been having a good time? Really? That’s great, and how about Lottie? They’ve caused an international incident? Why am I not surprised. Listen, I’m trusting you to keep them out of trouble whilst I’m not with you-‘

Nica screamed, trying to draw attention whilst the doll was distracted. Maybe the person on the other end of the line could help her? They seemed to be against the murder, and Chucky seemed to think highly of them. Sure enough, the screaming made Chucky pause and glare at her.

‘Charlie, no, there’s nobody here. I’m watching a horror movie. A girl just got killed. You’re right, as a past serial killer I shouldn’t be watching this stuff because it could give me ideas. I’ll turn it off.”

His last words were directed at Nica as he offered her a withering stare. Nica glared back, refusing to back down.

“I should probably let you go now, I’m sure you have lots to see and do. Have a good time, I love you. Oh, and give my love to Lottie too!”

When he’d hung up, Chucky slashed Nica’s cheek with his knife.

“Well, that was a close one, wasn’t it?”

[venture-through-the-mist]

Tennotober 2024

My collection of works based on the Tennotober 2024 prompts.

Hi all! I wanted to take part in Tennotober 2024, but I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to draw 31 art pieces, so I’m doing some fics instead!

The Warframe Tennotober 2024 Prompt List can be found here: https://forums.warframe.com/topic/1412660-official-tennotober-2024-megathread/

Day 13: Subway: Good Thing Neophobia Isn’t In My Vocabulary

Drifter Lēna’s finally venturing out into the city with the Hex. How exactly they’re going to get to their destination, however, is yet another surprise.

TW: None for this chapter.

With that out of the way, the fic begins under the cut.

“What is this?” Her stupefied voice echoes through the long tunnel, her eyes fixed on the strange structure in front of her. Judging by the wheels underneath its sleek body, it’s some sort of vehicle. She notices the tracks beneath it, and looks up to the others. It’s only her first time venturing out of the mall with the Hex, and already she’s found something else new.

“‘s the Subway, Drifter. Now quit gawkin’, we’ve got shit t’do.” She huffs at Quincy, annoyance twisting around her mind as the taller man scoffs, as he rolls his eyes at her as if she’s a newborn Kexat. A stern grunt, almost like a warning, causes Quincy to huff, his eyes narrowing as he locks eyes with Arthur. The two seem to have a silent dispute for a few moments, though it ends nearly as quickly as it had begun. Lēna watches as the sharpshooter shakes his head before prying open the doors on the side of the Subway. They’re already dented, she realizes, large divots worn into the metal. This vehicle must have had a few run-ins with…something, she figures, though, as she spots the ease at which Quincy forces the doors open, she supposes that could explain it as well. 

“Ladies first.” The biting remark stings, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he stares straight at Lēna. She huffs, hiding the discomfort that swirls around her mind. If he wants to be arrogant, well, she’s got plenty of that to go around as well. 

Two can play at that game.

“Go right ahead then.” Her lip curls into a smirk as she notices his brows jump ever-so-slightly. His eyes widen slightly, something akin to surprise flickering through his expression, though only for a moment before it burns out. She hears an impatient sigh as Lettie shoves past her, stepping through the doors.

“Are you two done with the pissing contest? Because last I checked, we ain’t known for sitting around. Let’s go.” Amir rushes into the vehicle as well, with Quincy and Lēna following suit. The Drifter notices Arthur scan his surroundings for a moment before joining them, shoving the doors closed—or as closed as they’ll get, at least. It’s then that she actually takes the time to look around, her brows furrowing slightly as she takes in her surroundings. In the flickering light, she sees firm benches along the walls of the Subway, with faded posters still somehow attached—barely—to the walls. There are deep gouges in the walls, in the chairs, the doors, the floors, though whether they’d been made by blades or claws, Lēna doesn’t know. 

She isn’t entirely sure she wants to kn—

The floor lurches under her, and her arm darts out to grab onto one of the poles that run from the ceiling to the floor. She steadies herself, adjusting her footing as the vehicle begins to move. A wry chuckle gets her attention, and she turns.

Of course it’s him again.

“Y’know, gen’rally we try t’stay on our feet.” Her eyes narrow as she glares in his direction. She glances at her hand, realizing that she’s gripped the pole so tightly that her knuckles have turned white. The Drifter loosens her grip, huffing in annoyance.

“You could’ve warned me that it was about to move.” Quincy rolls his eyes, and she doesn’t hear a response from the others.

“‘s got wheels. The fuck did y’think it’d do, swim?” That…Irritation worms itself further into her thoughts as she realizes that he isn’t wrong. Sure, she’s not exactly used to vehicles like this, but…yeah, she probably could’ve figured that one out on her own.

She won’t admit that to him, though.

“Whatever. Now what?” This time it’s Arthur who speaks, and she turns to the scarred man, noticing how his gaze is firmly fixed out the window, at the dark tunnel outside rushing by.

“Now we wait until we reach our stop.” She raises a brow, but seemingly that’s all the stoic leader of this misfit group is going to say. So, wait they do. She watches Lettie as she scans their surroundings, her gaze glancing out the window as well for a few moments, before turning her attention to a small figure on her shoulder. She runs a finger over the rat’s head, between its ears. A pop sounds in that direction and Lēna nearly jumps, before taking a closer look at the medic. The sound repeats itself, but this time the Drifter realizes the source as she sees Lettie’s free hand shifting, thumb pressing each finger downwards in quick succession, a flurry of quiet pops resulting from the movements. She can’t tell if it’s a nervous habit or just the other woman’s way of loosening up her joints before combat, but either way, she doesn’t comment.

As the time passes, the near-silence continues. Amir dashes across the floor, almost jittering with pent-up energy. Quincy scowls at his rifle, scrutinizing it carefully—almost as if he doesn’t want to interact with the others, she notes. Arthur keeps watch, of course. She wouldn’t have expected anything different from him at this point. A few words are said back and forth between the members of the group, but any attempt at conversation generally falls flat before it can truly begin. Eventually, they come to a stop, and Arthur forces the doors open, looking around before nodding to the rest.

“Let’s go.” They follow him, leaving the Subway behind as they trek deeper into the city. Leaving behind the strange, new method of transportation that Lēna knew nothing of before today.

It seems this trip is packed with a lot of unfamiliar things.

What other secrets does this place hold?

[fairydust-stuff]

Black Lagoon BF cross-over snippets.

Balalikia sat cross from Mr Chang “ So your taking a trip to New York babe?” 

“ Some shit about mind control drugs” 

“ Your kidding me”  

Chang scowled  “ I wish, you heard of  Dino Golzine Fry face?” 

Balalikia raised an eyebrow yes she was aware of the head of the French Mafia and all his dirty dealings. The going on’s at Club cod alone were enough to leave a bad taste in her mouth.   “ Don’t tell me” she resisted the urge to groan. “ What kind of mind control, torture, or are we talking bond Villian antics?”  

“ He started his own supervillian organization…..” Chang continued. “ Their trying to take over the world starting with South America” 

“ Oh fuck me!” Balalikia understood where this was going chances are those power hungry shit heads  would create a huge mess, draw more  FBI interest  in the drug trade. There was also a possbility someone far smarter could get their hands on this new substance.  

The CIA is very Adament about me personally seeing to the situation” Chang stressed. 

“ Their people  are involved then, probly in both the trafficking ring and the experimentation funding. This is going to fuck so many powerful people if word gets out. ” 

“ Not to mention it might remind people their paying for expensive  poisen. “ 

Balakilkia nods  “ And then all of us have to deal with slipping profit margins….” 

“ It gets even better one of papa Dino’s whore’s is running around distroying half of New York.” Chang sounded almost amused. “ He trained his child slave to kill, paid for everything” 

Chang slides a picture of the aftermath of a massacure across the table to Balakikia. She didn’t even flinch seeing far worse over the years. 

He hands her a second picture the aftermath of a tortured body, so mutilated and disfigued it barely looks human.  

“ The work of seventeen year old, Aslan Jade Callenresse, the streets of New York nicknamed him, Ash Lynx.” 

 Another Hansel and Gretal, she thought darkly a self destructive monster with no leash or way to control him. Who only knew how to cause death and destruction. 

“ Former Mafia hit man, debt collector,  and gang leader he went rouge a couple of months ago. He’s so infamous among the locals, I didn’t even have to ask you to look though kiddie porn this time” 

Balalikia gave him a humorless look  “ Given the circumstances I wouldn’t rule out the possibility….I’ll still end up viewing pedophile jack off material”  

Chang reaches for another photo 

“ The Lee’s were massacured recently, they say it was Vietnamese but I have my doubts” 

The picture is shot through the glass window into a room where Hau Lung Lee stands drooling next to a slender figure with long hair. 

“ You think someone used that mind control drug and is puppeteering him behind the scenes” 

“ Unfortunately the Itallians surveillance team didn’t get much, whoever it was knew they were being watched and they were fast…but we did get this” 

Chang hands her another photo which was enhanced to reveal the tattoo of a dragon on the nape of the figures neck. The Lee family crest.  “ Seems the massacure hits a little close to home” 

“ So once again we have to clean up someone else’s mess” 

Chang leans forward  “ I’m going down there see what can be salvaged and what’s just trash” 

They both knew the unspoken implications of what Mr Chang was implying. 

“ I’m meeting a friend for lunch would you like to join?” Chang asked sardonically

“ of course Babe” …

“ Thank you for coming” Mr Chang said politely. 

 Vito  Maranzo the head of the five italian families was sitting across them at the italian resturant. “ I’m glad your here, Chang…..would you like anything? This place has the best Veal” 

“ No Thank you” Chang said politely. 

“ The lady?” 

“ I’m quite fine” 

“I’m going to get right to it,  This Ash Lynx business is out of control” Vito said. 

“ Now he’s gathering allies from your own gangs, as I understand it” Chang stated. 

“ Just the Chinese and the darkies” Vito said dismissively. 

“ Maybe today but tomorrow, you could have a full rebellion on your hands” Balalika mused and she’s know how easy it was to rebell against those in power, who would cast you aside. 

“ The Chinese don’t seem concerned though” Chang said. “ Could  the Lee’s have cut a deal with Lynx?” 

“ Hau Lung lee, never had his dad’s capabilities”  Vito paused  “ Don’t get me wrong Shang Lung Lee was a freak, with his ten year old girl concubines and shit. But hey the guy knew how to run a buiness, and he created one of the largest global networks.” 

 He paused 

“ I don’t like to speak ill of the dead….but  the Lee boys were all pretty dim” Vito takes a sip from his wine glass. “ Shang used to joke with me about just picking his concubines kid, as his heir” 

So Shang Lung lee had another son, interesting. 

“ What did you think of him?” Chang asked casually “ Any good?” 

“ Never met him, honestly….Wang and Hau  Lung, hired toadies….crazied loonies anyone who inflated their sense of self importance. I’m not surprised the Vietnammese wacked em! ” he paused “ If your thinking the kid was responsible, he disappeared one night along with his mom.”  

“ if Hau had died too it would have been a headache inducing shit show.  The Lee’s have blood ties to the Chinese Emperor, distant relation but their the closest thing to Royalty we have.” 

“ I see and Dino Golzine” Balalikia muses. 

Vito cursed in Italian  “ His slut is causing millions of dollars in damages and Dino isn’t making it back” Vito grinds his cigar between his teeth. “ Hey its your business what you do in the bedroom.”  he breathes deeply 

“ But important people are dead, senators ect the press are having a field day. Then I find out he’s spending hundreds on some secret experiment! Now we have the CIA breathing down our necks. The problem is the little menace is too good, Golzine brought in several dangerous people to tutor that boy”

“ Did he pin his suicide note to the kid  as well?” Chang asked dryly 

Vito scowled  “ Its no laughing matter” 

“ Your right, we have a finically crippling situation, i’ll be take care of just give me a couple of months and we’’ll have the situation under control”...

“ You find anything on the mother?” Chang asked Balelikia later on. 

“  A fake passport to get into the country, after she was taken to Shang Lee’s house its as if she creased to exist” 

“ I need you and your team  to find out if any of the Lee’s staff were randomly promoted to a high position without warning?” 

“ Do you want a confession?” Balalikia asked 

“ I have someone else in mind for dealing with them, after all she’s might enjoy getting to come home again” Chang said 

[han-kan-of-study]

Vent alert

about studying abroad in Korea in a major that’s majority operated in korean

So I barely made it through 2 years of classes for my PhD, and because it was the Covid pandemic throughout my class period, it was obviously disrupted quite a bit. I am on a scholarship, and the school person in charge of the scholarship has always been a huge thorn in the students side, and the school also demands a lot of paperwork from us. I forgot about some paperwork today and didn’t really want to email my professor (yet again) asking for a signature on some dumb redundant paperwork that none of the other students have to do at the last second, so I just submitted it without the signature. But honestly, the annoyance of being called like 5 times in a row about this stupid paper, even though it’s okay for them to give our living allowance a week plus late and also submit our tuition payments at literally the last hour on the last day before the payment period closes, leading to all the students getting 100 warning emails from the registrar, is okay.

Beyond that, the entire school structure is hostile to foreign students. There was no outreach to new students in my department at all: I figured out how to apply to classes, register for exams, and everything myself. Korean classmates were not friendly and mostly just treated me as an oddity, as did the professors, who frequently used me as an example for “westerners” thought patterns (I’m from the USA). And even though I studied Korean like a madwoman for years now, there was still a huge gap between my skills and what I needed for school. And yet, there is no way for graduate students to enroll in korean courses at school, and no courses to help us learn to write in korean. Now, I understand that I entered a Korean university and knew most classes would be offered in korean, but for my last two semesters there wasn’t a single course offered in English. I could only study like crazy to try to keep up.

Korean graduate classes also have essentially no discussion amongst students - some professors would try but the students would just be completely silent. It got to the point where I wondered why any of them even wanted to attend grad school. I struggled to express my thoughts, sometimes having a professor understand and clarify my sentence, but most of the time being passed over and sometimes even being told that they could not understand what I said and then immediately the professor launched into the answer to his question.

It’s been demeaning, exhausting and ultimately unfulfilling. I have good grades, but I didn’t earn them in my opinion. I didn’t even always do my best, especially in my 3/4 semesters because I was so disillusioned with everything.

I also couldn’t participate in research activities because of my scholarship guidelines, so I was unable to get to know classmates and my professor properly.

I’ve been pushing really hard for almost three years now, and I think I’ve been trying so hard to keep my hope alive to stay with my friends and also not disappoint my family, who have been urging me on every finals week when I want to give up. But I think today, this stupid incident with the paperwork has really caused me to lose it. I seriously do not care anymore.

I came here to study because I was really passionate about Korean architecture and wanted to share it with other internationally, but over three years my passion has been almost completely stomped out. I want nothing more than to just work any random job and spend my free time drawing.

[a-v-j]

They freaking found me

Ok, so remember how i basically moved out from my old house about 3 months ago? I just wish to be forgotten but noooooo.

One ugly face i hoped to not see again till the day of their funeral, showed in front of my doorstep this morning. I DONT KNOW HOW, but FUUUUUUU

They gonna keep showing up now, threat me again with bullshit and demand some money that barely last ME a month, since they know where i am.

I need to accumulate about $500 to move again, the other rents here are more expensive than the one i currently live in

So people please commission me. I know i know i still got a list and is slow with it but i cant stand the idea of them coming back to harass me again, as if the slander they tell about me to my old neighborhood wasnt enough, all while playing victim. URGHHHHhhhh.

I really hate disclosing my real life issue but i really dont have money to do something about it and i don't want to be in debt to rl friends 'cause they are also broke

Update: we're still short on the goal but I guess a good news is that I figured out how i got found. Some snitch from the old neighborhood saw me and tattled like GOSH that's none of their business, man! Im trying to settle some business with them and im trying not to be violent, gotta keep my private life unsullied

Anyways, been on the process of finding a new home from the listing but so far not enough funds yet.

Update: i, uh, landed myself a job and training starts in about a week from now. We'll see where this will take me

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[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 16

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 16

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3100 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   Part 13   Part 14  Part 15

gif credit: @benbarnxs

Part 16

You were straddling Billy, riding him, your hips undulating atop his body. His fingers tightly gripped your waist, getting ready to take charge so you were underneath him, but you refused to submit. Instead you grabbed his hands and pinned it above his head. As you hovered above him, he arched up to kiss you but you shifted back, instead staring down at him intently. He growled at you before he rolled over unexpectedly, taking you along with him.

As he thrust into you, harder and rougher each time, you began to slide off the bed. In your new position, you caught sight of Adam on the floor. His corpse was wrapped up in a rug, only his head sticking out-

“Hey.” Billy pulled you up so you were now sitting across his lap, facing him. “Look at me. Only me.”

Only a few seconds ago he was biting you as you clawed at him, both of you desperate to possess each other. Your movements had been savage, animalistic even, but now Billy was kissing you languidly, his hand brushing the back of your hair while the other settled on the small of your back. You were directing the rhythm of the thrusts now, setting a slower pace so you could fully enjoy the feel of his cock stretching your insides oh-so-tantalizingly. Your forehead braced against his, you closed your eyes and lost yourself to the flood of emotions that overcame you.

***

It was after midnight. Billy had come home with you and both of you were in bed, you nestled against him while he spooned you from behind. Even though you were tired, you couldn’t sleep. Your brain was working overtime processing everything that happened in the last few hours. He stirred next to you, dropping a tender kiss on your bare shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” he murmured. You may have been fully alert but he sounded absolutely exhausted.

“Are you sure they’ll be thorough with the cleaning?”

“Yeah.” Throwing his arm over you, he covered your hand with his. “These guys are not amateurs. They know what they’re doing. There won’t be any traces of us left in that room.”

“And Adam’s body-”

“Will be disposed of.”

“But how do you know you can trust these guys? What’s stopping them from blackmailing-”

“’cause money talks, babe. That crew is very well paid.” He squeezed your palm. “I’ve used them in the past. No trouble yet.”

With his military career you were already aware of his violent past, but you also sensed he had a long hit list aside from that. When he’d realized your plans for Adam, he hadn’t been remotely shocked at the idea of you killing another person. In fact, as you stabbed Adam repeatedly, Billy had looked at you with such pride and reverence that it had left you breathless.

“What we did tonight, you know what that means, don’t you?”

His voice brought you out of your reverie. You exhaled a deep breath, drawing circles on his palm. “That we’re bad people.”

“No, we’re survivors. We take down anyone who gets in our way.”

“He didn’t come after you,” you reminded him. “You didn’t have to get involved.”

He turned you around to face him. “Nobody threatens you and gets to live after that.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. When he looked at you with such intensity, you were almost ready to believe anything.

He cradled your face, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. “We’re connected now. Forever. Because of tonight.”

You didn’t understand how his words could evoke such conflicting emotions within you. On one hand your stomach fluttered with excitement, he was saying things you’d wanted to hear for a long time, but then there was the fear. Doubt. Uncertainty. You forced a smile, hoping some levity would lighten the situation. “You make it sound like we’re married or something.”

Disgust flooded over his face. “Fuck, no. Marriages end. One day you’re bragging about being in love, next it’s all over. It’s not based on anything real. But we are.” He reached for your hand, which was resting on the pillow between you and him, and intertwined his fingers through yours. “I saw you tonight, the real you. And you saw me. No pretenses, no boundaries. And you didn’t run. You didn’t even flinch.”

“Neither did you.” You lifted your eyebrow. “You were rock hard.”

“I always am around you.”

His words made the heat rise in your cheeks, which he noticed right away. Giving you a teasing smile, he leaned in closer to give you a peck on the cheek. “Are you blushing?”

“Shut up.”

Billy’s eyes remained locked on you, simply staring at you with sleepy eyes. “I don’t like who I was when I thought I lost you. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t work. Every time I closed my eyes I imagined you fucking this other guy, kissing him. Even the thought of you talking to him made me want to burn it all down.”

Your heart ached at how tired he looked. Scooting closer, you started massaging his forehead. When he closed his eyes, you dropped a gentle kiss on each of his eyelids, the beauty mark just below his right eye, before snuggling him tightly in your arms. “Sleep, Billy.”

“You’ll be here when I wake up?” he murmured drowsily.

You smiled. “It is my apartment.”

He didn’t respond, already fast asleep. You tried to do the same but couldn’t; there were too many thoughts running around in your brain. You had assumed you’d feel guilty about taking a life; you didn’t. You remembered the vicious, contemptuous anger in Adam’s eyes when he’d held you at gunpoint, and how he’d threatened to kill others in your team, and all you felt was relief. Relief that he was dead and no longer a danger to you.

Billy stirred next to you, drawing your attention. You reached out to hold him, your touch feather-light so as not to wake him up. He looked calm and peaceful, unlike the haunted and distraught way he appeared earlier in the hotel room. It was still hard to digest that he’d been so unhinged at the thought of losing you. But the thing that resonated with you the most was that he hadn’t been able to hurt you despite all of the anger he’d felt. Growing up the way you had, you were always on alert for things to turn violent at any moment. One wrong comment or an innocent gesture - hell even a lone pair of sock on the floor - had the potential to trigger your father’s temper and turn things violent. During those moments his rage was uncontrollable, and as a result you always worried about how people reacted when they were furious. The fact that Billy hadn’t hit you even though he’d been completely enraged made you realize you were physically safe with him.

Maybe emotionally as well. For so long you’d had difficulty believing he could reciprocate your feelings yet you couldn’t ignore how devastated he’d been. Nor could you rationalize away his emotions. It still felt surreal but he did truly care about you, and the thought filled you with warmth and made your heart soar with happiness.

You brushed your lips against his, hoping Billy’s comforting presence next to you would help you relax. However, fifteen minutes later sleep still alluded you. Eventually you decided to do something useful and work instead. Carefully sliding out of bed so you didn’t disturb him, you tip-toed out of the bedroom. Immediately you felt the soreness in your body, an after effect of the rough sex you had with Billy in the hotel room earlier. Grabbing a nearby throw, you were soon nestled in your favourite spot on the chaise lounge, working away on your laptop.

An hour later you heard footsteps behind you and you turned around to find Billy yawning, clad in boxers, his hair all ruffled.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” he grumbled.

You scooted over to give him space to sit on the chaise but he seemed to have other ideas in mind as he took a seat behind you. You found yourself settled between his legs, your back nestled against his chest, as he caressed down the length of your arms.

“I couldn’t sleep. Figured I might as well do something useful.”

“What corporate shit are you working on?” he teased, playfully grabbing your laptop to look at your screen. You smacked his arm right away, shutting the screen and pushing the laptop away.

Billy purposely rubbed his face against the base of your neck and you started giggling at the sensation of his prickly beard on your bare skin. “Stop,” you whined. “It tickles.” you squealed loudly, trying to jump out of his arms but he held you in a tight grip.

Finally he stopped, and as you struggled to catch your breath, you slapped his arm playfully. “You’re such a jerk.”

He chuckled, hugging you tightly from behind. “That’s for ignoring all my calls since Tuesday.”

“I’m still not unblocking your number,” you retorted. His beard scraped along your shoulder, making you squeal again. “Okay, fine. Sorry!”

“Swear that you’re not gonna block me again.”

You turned around in his arms, resting on your knees as your arms looped around his neck. Smiling down at him, you nuzzled your nose with his. “Swear that you won’t act like an asshole again.”

“Can’t really do that.”

“Exactly.” He tucked your hair behind your ear. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the tender affection on his face, the warmth of his gaze spreading slow, languid heat throughout your body. “You should go back to bed. You still look tired.”

“I’ve had a rough week.”

You pouted your lips. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Want to make it up to me?” he asked, cocking his eyebrow at you.

”How? By sucking you off?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair.

“Move in with me.”

Your hands stilled on him, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden. At first you thought he was joking but the solemn expression on his face made you realize otherwise. You moved away, putting much needed distance between the two of you.

“That’s not funny, Billy.”

Maintaining a rigid posture on the chaise lounge, he shrugged his shoulders. “Not meant to be. I’m dead serious.”

“You know that’s ridiculous, right?”

“Why? ‘cause I wanna keep you safe?”

“The threat is gone. I took care of it.”

“We took care of it,” he said pointedly. “A threat which you didn’t even tell me about.”

“I explained that to you already.” Feeling defensive, you started pacing the floor. “You promised you’d have your guy stop tailing me.”

“Sure. As soon as I know you’re not gonna keep things from me again. You moving in will help with that.”

“So if I don’t move in, you’ll have me followed 24/7?” Anger surged through you, you were so furious you wanted to scream. “That’s fucking blackmail.”

“Relax. No need to be so dramatic about it.”

You grabbed the closest cushion you had and flung it at him, enraged by his patronising tone. “We barely know each other-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he interjected, finally moving to stand up. His eyes were pitch black, his jaw clenched. “You and I killed someone tonight! You took my hand, my knife, and we stabbed the bastard in the heart with it, together. We fucked while he drew his last breath and now you’re feeding me this bullshit?” He stormed towards you. “No! I’ve seen your darkness and you’ve seen mine. There’s no one else in this world that knows us better than we know each other.”

You shook your head, flabbergasted by his reaction. “This is insane. I can’t move in with you. We haven’t even gone out on a real date because you said I was boring!”

“If you believe that then you really are a fucking idiot!”

You stiffened, his words ringing in your ear. Fucking idiot. Something your father used to call you repeatedly, his tone full of hate and vitriol when he lashed out at you. It started with a fucking idiot then spiralled into bitch and whore and everything else hurtful under the sun. You swore to yourself you’d never accept being spoken to like that by another person yet here you were, being insulted again by someone who was supposed to care about you.

You retreated back from Billy, careful to keep your distance from him, and leveled him with a cold glance. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again.” 

Your voice may have been deceptively calm but there was a storm brewing inside you. You desperately needed some space. As you moved away from Billy and headed to the kitchen, he tried to block your path but you immediately pushed him away. “Don’t touch me!”

You quickly sidestepped past him and entered the kitchen, heading for the cabinet where you kept your bottle of whiskey. Pouring yourself a glass, you slowly sipped the liquid to soothe your frayed nerves and forget the memories Billy had just unleashed in you.

***

Even as the words left his mouth, Billy knew he’d made a mistake. He regretted what he said instantly, even more so when he realized how much the words had stung you. The last thing he wanted was to cause you pain but he couldn’t seem to help himself. The more he tried to hold on to you the more you slipped through his fingers.

After giving you a few minutes to calm down, he entered the kitchen behind you. You were standing in the opposite corner, drinking the hard stuff, which further signalled how shaken you were. Billy knew Scotch wasn’t something you enjoyed, you only drank it when you were messed up.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I shouldn’t have said that. It won’t happen again. I swear.”

You didn’t acknowledge him, and it hurt like hell.

“When I think about you pulling away from me, it makes me lose my mind.” He swallowed audibly, desperately trying to get through to you. “I’m all in when it comes to us but it feels like you always have one foot out the door.” He took hesitant steps towards you while your eyes still remained on the countertop, refusing to meet his gaze. “I keep fucking up but I’ve never felt this way before. I don’t know what I’m doing. I just can’t lose you, Y/N.”

“I’m not built like you, Billy,” you finally spoke, turning to look at him. “I have doubts. I’m constantly dealing with insecurities. It takes me time to trust people, and I just can’t rush into things head-on.”

“And I’m someone who hustles. I go after everything I want with guns blazing. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have Anvil.”

“But I’m not a thing, Billy. I’m a person, and you can’t push me into doing stuff I’m not ready for.”

He exhaled a resigned sigh. “I know. It’s ‘cause I get paranoid when it comes to you. You’re a closed book and you never tell me anything.” His eyes scanned yours, his stomach clenched with anxiety. “I don’t even know how you feel about me.” It was the first time he’d voiced that thought, something he didn’t even realize he felt until this very moment. You wanted him, that he knew, and you’d even confessed you loved him once but he didn’t really believe in that bullshit. What mattered to him was if you needed him as much as he did you. The idea of not having you in his life drove him insane, but did you feel the same way? He didn’t think so and it bothered the fuck out of him.

You set your glass down on the counter before reaching out to cradle his face, your soulful eyes meeting his emotional gaze. “I want to be with you, Billy. I like you so much that it scares me.”

Your words brought with them a tidal wave of relief that swept over him like a calm breeze. It was like he could breathe again. He pulled you close, his forehead against yours as he simply held you. “Don’t be scared, babe. I don’t bite.”

“That is a complete fucking lie,” you retorted. “I still have the marks from earlier to prove it.” Your smile faded again as you held his stare. “But I need you to be patient with me. You can’t bully me or get mad if I don’t want to rush into things.”

He nodded his head. “I won’t.”

“I’ve only ever had myself to rely on. And the thought of trusting you? Relying on you? It scares the hell out of me. Because there’s always a voice in my head that’s reminding me I need to go back to being alone when we end things.”

“I need to kill that voice.”

You chuckled, reaching out to loop your arms behind his back. “It shuts up eventually. It did in the hotel room when I saw how fucked up you were without me. That’s when it sunk in you actually do like me.”

“It took you that long to believe it?”

You gave him a sad smile. “Yeah. You did tell me I was boring.”

He groaned right away, regret washing over him. He should never have said those fucking words to you. “You’re not boring. You’re smart. And hot.” He kissed your left cheek. “And sweet. And funny. And mine.” Then the right cheek. “And when you lecture me about cybersecurity, I get so hard.”

“Whatever. You’re the one who wanted to know more about the topic,” you grumbled.

He grinned, giving you a tender peck on the lips. “I can listen to you talk for hours and hours-“

“Shut up.” You pressed your palm over his mouth.

Wrapping his arms around you, he lifted you off the ground and started carrying you back to the bedroom. “Forever actually, if you’re naked.”

“Not once have I lectured you naked.”

He dropped you on the bed. “Yeah, exactly. Time you start.” He jumped into bed, rubbing his beard on your face again as you started squealing.

A few minutes later you were both panting for air, staring up at the ceiling. “Just to make it clear, I’m not moving in,” you huffed through laboured breaths.

He turned to look at you, smirking. “Fine, but I’m taking you out tonight. Proper date and all.”

The most beautiful smile graced your face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You were a ray of sunshine beaming up at him and Billy’s heart felt so full he worried it would explode. If he could, he’d freeze this moment forever.

Part 17

A/N - As always, your wonderful feedback is what keeps me inspired to write and post consistently. I was initially nervous about this chapter because the characters experience a gamut of emotions but it was necessary. I hope you like and enjoy this chapter. Feedback, as always, is very much appreciated and feeds my soul :)

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[hpimaginesandblurbs]

Ok but can u also do this but with ron + the twins, I love ur smuts !!!!!!!

pairing: reader x ron weasley x fred weasley x george weasley 

warning(s): 18+, unprotected sex, foursome, double penetration, oral (female and male receiving), face fucking, fingering

word count: 4.2k 

a/n: soooo this is the longest thing i’ve ever written on this account but if anyone deserves it its the damn weasleys. i tried to make this as non sweet home alabama as possible and that’s probably why it’s so long. anyways, enjoy this ungodly amount of smut while i decompress. 

You had been spending a majority of your summer at The Burrow, where you boyfriend Ron lived. You spent day in and day out with him, practically on top of one another whenever you could be, but that didn’t stop you from spending time with his family. His mother was incredible, albeit a little scary at times, his father was charming, and Ginny was becoming a fast friend. But you couldn’t help the particular draw you felt towards the twins, Fred and George. 

You couldn't deny they were attractive, the genes were strong in the Weasley family. And you often did a poor job at hiding your attraction. 

You didn’t think any of them had noticed your subtle glances or blushes. Little did you know, all three of them had noticed over the few weeks you had been there. They were just waiting you out. 

~~~

Tonight you were all cozied around the fire pit, drinking some firewhiskey, taking advantage of the fact that Molly and Arthur had gone to visit Ron’s oldest brother Bill and his wife, Fluer, for the weekend. You weren’t drunk by any means, but you were certainly feeling good. 

You were cuddled up to Ron’s side, his arm slung around your shoulders, a knitted blanket draped over your laps. You were so wrapped up in your boyfriend that you had barely noticed that Fred had taken the spot on your other side until his leg brushed against yours, making you still. 

“Do you need another drink, sweetheart?” Fred asked when you finally looked his way, his face far too close to yours in the situation to be normal. 

You blushed at his proximity, but nodded. “Um, yes, thank you,” you added bashfully. 

Fred dashed a charming smile at you and placed a soft kiss to your cheek before dashing off to get you another glass of whiskey, your blush only intensifying when you felt his lips on your skin. You prayed no one could see it through the light of the fire. 

Ron tugged you back into his side and dropped his lips to your ear. “Whatever you think you’re doing, stop,” he said lowly, clearly not pleased by the situation. 

“He kissed me,” you argued softly, your head turning to press a kiss against his neck. He pulled back and shot a look down at you, his brow raised. A look you couldn’t exactly argue with. You got caught and you knew it. 

You stayed quiet, trying to keep your eyes anywhere except the two men that currently had your stomach in knots. But that effort was broken when Fred made his way back over to you, plopping down beside you. He passed you your new drink and you thanked him for it, sitting up straight to take a sip. 

You were caught off guard when you were pulled into his body and away from Ron, Fred’s strong arm now wrapped around your shoulders. 

“Have you been enjoying your summer here so far?” He asked quietly, making sure only you could hear him. 

Your eyes flitted cautiously over the group around the fire, making sure no one was noticing the strange behavior. You paused when you met George’s eyes, his own trained on the interaction between you and Fred, but you tried your best to ignore it. 

“Um, yes. You’ve all been quite lovely. I like it here,” you told him genuinely. You had been enjoying your summer despite tonights most recent turn of events. 

“Mm, good,” Fred mused, shooting another smile down at you. You couldn’t help but notice the little mischievous glint in his eyes that he got every time he was thinking something that was likely to either end brilliantly or disastourly. “I saw we play a little game. Are you in?” He asked. 

You swallowed nervously, knowing this could end very poorly. “And what is this game?” You questioned. 

“Let’s see how jealous we can get Ron,” he whispered, the smile never leaving his face. 

“I- I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you argued, knowing fully well Ron had already told you to stop… doing whatever you were doing. 

“Oh, c’mon Y/N. Live a little. Anyhow, you already know how this is going to end,” he told you. 

“And how will this end?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him. 

He moved closer to you, so close you could feel his breath on your face. Your whole body was hot and the blush was creeping back onto your face and you knew he could see it. 

“Judging by the noises I hear coming from his room almost every night, he’ll fuck you stupid. And I get to hear those pretty noises again,” he told you shamelessly, pulling you into him closer. 

You shot a nervous glance at Ron, only to find that he was already looking at you over the rim of his own cup, fire in his eyes. He raised a brow at you and you could see the way the corners of his lips were tugging up into a smirk, practically daring you to continue on. As if he knew exactly what you and Fred were talking about. 

“By the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to mind,” Fred added from behind you, making you whip your head around back to him. 

“Of course he’d mind. You’re his brother,” you argued incredulously, still not believing this conversation was even truly happening. 

“You think he doesn’t see the way you look at me and Georgie? You look at us like you want us to devour you,” he told you. 

You snuck a glance at George only to find that he was still looking at you. You could feel Ron’s eyes still on the back of your head. You gulped nervously, your brain short circuiting for a half a second. Did they… did they plan this? 

“I - I haven’t been -,” you went to argue, but Fred cut you off. 

“Don’t play coy with me. Maybe if you beg him nicely like I hear you do so well, he might let us join you tonight,” Fred teased, causing your core to pulse and drip with arousal at the thought. 

You could only stare back at him, his breath fanning your face as you took in his words. He knew he planted a seed in you that wouldn’t go away until it was satisfied. The smug look on his face only proved it. You didn’t get the chance to reply before you could hear Ron getting up from his place on the bench. 

“Bunny, come with me,” he said innocently enough to the ears of everyone else in the group, but you could hear the edge in his voice. 

You detangled yourself from Fred and rose up from your spot, taking Ron’s hand as he silently led you back into the house. Once you had passed through the threshold into the kitchen and away from the eyes of everyone else, he spun around to face you. 

“And what was all that about?” He asked, stepping right into your space so you had no other choice but to look up at him. 

“N-nothing. We were just having a chat,” you stuttered out, trying to not seem intimidated. 

“Wasn’t what it looked like to me. Spill it,” he said roughly, continuing to back you up until your back hit the counter, leaving you nowhere to go when his hands were placed on either side of your body. 

“Promise you won’t get mad,” you half heartedly requested. 

“Just tell me.” 

“He- he said, um, he said that we should try to make you jealous,” you told him. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it was only a half truth at best. 

“That’s not what has you blushing like a virgin though, is it? What did he say to you?” He pressed, the fire in his eyes growing larger by the second. 

You swallowed and took a deep breath before you even opened your mouth, knowing this could only go one of two ways. He’d either blow up entirely, or you’d have a night you’d never forget. “He said that if I begged you you’d let him and George join us,” you said quickly, all in one breath. 

You shut your eyes, waiting for his response. But when a chuckle fell from his lips your eyes shot back open in shock. 

“Is that what you want, bunny? Do you want them to join us?” He asked, his eyes now more playful than they had been just seconds prior. 

“Are you serious?” You asked after a moment, you head spinning that he was just offering this to you on a silver platter. You expected yelling, anger, the whole fit. You didn’t expect a cheeky smirk and twinkling eyes. 

“Do I look like I’m joking?”  

“They’re your brothers,” you argued. Why you were even arguing this, you weren’t sure. You wanted this and he knew it and they knew it. You just couldn’t understand why he was letting it happen. 

“It’s not like I’ll be fucking them,” he said with a laugh. “So, tell me what you want.” 

“If it’s okay with you…,” you started, trailing off. You looked up at him nervously, hoping your eyes conveyed enough of a plea that he would continue agreeing with you. 

“So beg,” he said, his voice dropping low as he continued to stare down at you. 

“I’ll be good, I promise. Just this once. I just - I - please,” you said, launching right into it but quickly running out of words as you watched the smirk grow on his face. 

“Go to my room. Strip. I’ll be up in a minute,” he told you, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading back outside. You watched his figure walk away for a moment, letting your mind race until you booked it up the stairs not wanting to wait any longer for the night to truly begin. 

~~~

You were waiting in your position on the bed for what felt like hours, but you knew it had only been a few minutes before you heard multiple sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. You moved to cover your chest when you heard the doorknob turn, unsure if you should be exposed or not right away. 

Ron came in first but left the door open just enough so your guests could hear. “Last chance, bun. Do you want this?” He asked, slowly coming over to rest his hands on the bed, leaning over slightly so his tall form was eye level with you. 

You knew it wasn’t your last chance to say no, but it was your last chance before the twins waltzed in. 

You took a shaky breath and nodded your head, saying “Yes,” loud enough so Fred and George could hear. 

The door was opening once more, the twins walking through, both pairs of eyes immediately on you. When the door shut, you stared up at them, unsure what to do or say, but their matching smirk told you they already had plans. 

Ron walked around the bed until he crawled on to it behind you, his legs bracketing your hips as you knelt between his spread thighs. 

“Let them see you,” he coaxed gently, hands coming around you to grip your forearms. 

He only put a light pressure on your skin, letting you move on your own as you exposed your chest to them. They took you in with hungry eyes but they didn’t move from where they both stood before you, waiting. 

“All of you,” Ron spoke again, his hands trailing down to your thighs, gently prying them apart. 

You leaned back and hid your face in his neck as he repositioned you, unable to look the two men in the eyes as your entire body got exposed to them. You knew you were a dripping mess over the situation and the embarrassment of it being so obvious made you squirm. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re more perfect than I imaged,” you heard George say, the bed dipping down infront of you. 

Your eyes snapped to him, watching him as he looked down at your glistening sex. His eyes were hungry when they met yours, desperate. Probably the exact mirror of your own. 

“Can I touch you?” George asked, his fingers twitching against the sheets, waiting. 

“Please,” you begged, wanting nothing more than for one of them to do anything right now. 

George wasted no time in bringing his fingers directly to your cunt, trailing one long finger through your slit while his thumb trailed soft circles onto your clit. You couldn’t hold back the moan that fell from your lips when he pushed his finger in, immediately searching for you g-spot. 

As if your noises were a cue for Fred, the bed dipped on your other side and without a word, he was kissing down your chest. Soon enough, he was attacking your nipples when George was working your from the inside out. Your back was arching and your hips were moving at their own volition, unable to stop yourself under their ministrations.

“Does that feel good?” George asked you softly, placing kisses on your shoulder. 

When you only nodded, Ron grabbed your chin and forced you to look directly at George. “I won’t remind you again, bunny. Use yours words,” he said sweetly, but you knew there was danger laced in his words. You knew better than anyone else what he could do to you if he reminded you one more time. 

“Yes. Feels so good. Please don’t stop,” you told George, already breathless from the three men surrounding you. 

You felt Fred chuckle against your skin and you knew the smirk George was wearing was only mimicked by Ron’s behind you. They knew exactly what they were doing to you. 

You couldn’t stop the whine that left you when George removed his hand, but your eyes lit up when you saw him go to kneel at the edge of the bed. He pulled up his to the edge, draped your legs over his shoulder, and started trailing kitten licks all along your slit until his tongue was swirling around your clit. 

You held fell back against Ron’s shoulder, a moan falling from your lips as Fred moved to your other side to attack your opposite nipple. 

“Having fun?” Ron asked, beaming down at you. 

You nodded breathlessly, your eyes rolling back in your head with a flushed smile on your face. “Want you too,” you told him. 

“Of course you do, my greedy girl,” Ron mused, his finger coming to tilt your lips back and locking your lips in a kiss. 

Your body was overwhelmed with just their lips. You weren’t sure how you would handle it when their pants came off. 

Your hips were grinding down onto George’s face without you sparing it a second thought and you kept pushing your chest into Fred’s lips, your entire body grinding back on Ron’s body. 

“She tastes like fucking heaven,” George said, finally coming up for a breath. His entire chin was soaked in his own saliva and your juices and his eyes were blown with lust. 

Ron made a noise of agreement that was swallowed up by your lips, but you were ripped away from your boyfriend by George’s grip on your neck. He pulled you into a kiss with him, tasting yourself on his tongue, as Fred trailed kisses down your body until he was getting a taste of you for himself. 

Fred quickly brought you your orgasm, his tongue so deep inside of you that your toes were curling. Your hands had a monster grip on Ron’s thighs and every noise you made got swallowed by George, his lips hot on yours. 

You finally relaxed your body against Ron’s, his chest being the perfect place to settle against, as your body calmed down. 

“Think you can handle all three of us?” Fred asked cheekily, looking up at you from his place on the floor. 

You gave a shaky nod, but in your head you were unsure how this would even work. You never thought you’t get this far to even have considered it. 

That line of thought was abruptly cut off when Ron grabbed your hair and yanked back so you were looking up at him again. “What did I say about using your words?” He asked darkly.

“Yes, I want to. I can,” you got out breathlessly, still basking in the sting of your scalp. 

“Good,” Ron said, now satiated with your words. “Get on your hands and knees for us, bunny.” 

He gave you one last searing kiss before releasing you, letting you adjust your own shaky limbs on the bed until you were in the position he instructed you to be in. As you did that, the boys began stripping themselves of their clothes, Fred and George both strategically in your line of sight depending on which way you turned your head. 

You watched as they both ripped their shirts over their heads, a sight you were accustomed to thanks to many sweaty afternoons in the yard playing Quidditch. But you didn’t know where to look as they peeled down their jeans and briefs, relieving both of their impressive lengths. They were both around the same length, but Ron was thicker than both of them. No matter what, you knew you’d be sore in the morning. 

“This is how it’s gonna work, bunny,” Ron said, finally rounding the bed so he could see you. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty little cunt,” he told you, adding emphasis of his possession when he bent over and easily hooked two fingers inside of you, pressing directly on your g-spot. You jumped at the abrupt action, but you never broke your eye contact with him.

“Fred’s going to fuck that tight ass,” he continued, and you watched as Fred rounded the bed until he was behind you. 

“And George is gonna fuck that cute face,” Ron finished, George coming up on the other side of you to grip your face to force you to look at him. 

“Does that sound good, sweetheart?” George asked, looking down at you fondly. 

“Yes, fuck. Please,” you said, your hips beginning to move against nothing now that Ron had removed his fingers, searching for any ounce of friction you can get. 

They moved in almost perfect sync. Ron maneuvered his way underneath you swiftly, George pulled your head off to the side so your mouth was lined up with the tip of his cock, and you could feel Fred’s lube covered fingers breach the entrance of your tightest hole all at once. You were overwhelmed in the best way, unsure what to do with yourself but totally just along for whatever ride they were about to bring you on. 

When Ron fucked up into you roughly, George immediately pushed your head down to feel the full effects of your moan of his cock, causing a shiver to run through his body. They were practically fucking your mouth and core in tandem, one pulling out while the other brutally thrust in. 

You felt as if you were splitting open for them already, but when Fred’s cock finally lined up with your entrance and began pushing in, you practically saw stars. 

George let you pull away from him for a moment so you could breath through the new pressure inside of you, your head now buried in Ron’s neck as you panted and moaned. Ron had slowed down his thrusts to match with Fred, balancing you on the precipice of pain and pleasure. 

“You’re doing so fucking good for us, Y/N. Just give it a minute and it’ll feel so good. You’re gonna be so pretty when you cum for us,” Ron mused quietly in your ear, knowing that you’d latch on to his voice to get you through the intensity. 

Finally, your hips starting moving against theirs, a silent signal you were ready for them to fuck you, all three of them truly went wild with you body. 

George dragged your face back over to him, letting you do your own thing but keeping a steady hand in your hair in case you tried to pull away. Ron and Fred were fucking into you in perfect sync, pulling out and fucking into you at the same time. 

It was so intense you were shaking, only being held up by three strong pairs of hands at this point. But you couldn’t hide how good it was making you feel. Even as deep as George’s cock was down your throat, it was barely muffling the screams of pleasure you were giving them. You just hoped someone remembered to cast a silencing charm. 

You could hear them talking around you, a mix of praises directed at you and words shared between themselves. “Fuck, you feel so good” and “Just like that” mixed with “She feels like fucking heaven” and “Her mouth is a dream”. You could barely hear them over the blood pumping through you, but you knew you’d remember it later with a blush and a smile. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Swallow it all for me,” George told you, bruising your hair out of your sweaty face. You felt the unmistakable twitch of his cock just before he spilled his cum inside of your mouth and fucked it down your throat, giving you no choice but to follow his request. He came with one of the prettiest noises you had ever heard, and you knew you’d want to hear it again someday if you were lucky enough. 

You pulled away from George panting, finally able to have a minute to catch your breath as Fred and Ron continued to pound furiously into you, your body jolting with every deliberate thrust. 

“Ron, please I’m so close,” you begged, for what you weren’t entirely sure, but you knew he’d know what to do. All you could focus on was how close you were, how tightly you were gripping both of your cocks, and trying your best to balance on shaky arms so you didn’t collapse. 

Without missing a beat, Ron turned his head to George. “Touch her clit,” he told him, finally sounding breathless from all the work he was putting in. 

Fred’s arms came around you to pull you up until your back was against his chest, giving George full access to your most sensitive spot. 

“Cum for us. Show us how much you loved this and cum for us,” Fred said low in your ear. 

Your eyes never left Ron’s as all three of them worked you closer and closer to the edge. As much as the twins were turning you on, this orgasm was for you boyfriend. Everyone you had was. He was the one that let this happen. Let them take you like this. And he was the one currently fucking your g-spot with every thrust it made your head spin. 

“Cum for me” was all Ron had to say, seeing and feeling just how close you were, for you to explode. 

Your vision went white and your whole body shook, the only thing keeping you grounded was Fred’s warm chest pressed against you. You knew the scream you were hearing was your own, but you couldn’t keep it quiet no matter how hard you tried. You pulsed around their cocks, milking them of their own orgasms as you were going through yours. You felt their cum fill you completely, another moan leaving your mouth at how erotic it felt. 

When you finally felt as though you had come back down to real life, you were settled against Ron’s chest, his cock still in you, while the twins were busying themselves with getting dressed. They were talking quietly while Ron ran his hand up and down along your back, just waiting until you were finally back in the present. 

George was the first one to notice your eyes had opened again when he finally got his pants back on. He walked over to the bed and knelt down so he was almost eye level with you. 

“That was wonderful, darling. You were perfect,” he told you, placing a quick kiss to your forehead before righting himself only for Fred to take his place. 

“What he said,” Fred told you with a smirk and mimicking his twin's kiss to your forehead. “We’ll see you two lovebirds in the morning,” he added with a wink. 

They both made their way out of the room, the door clicking behind them, leaving you and Ron in a blissed out silence. 

“Did you have fun?” He finally asked, tilting his neck so he was looking down at you. 

“I did. Thank you,” you said with a soft smile. 

“My girl always gets what she wants. You just have to ask, bunny,” He said, placing a kiss on your nose. 

When you moved your lips up to move against his, he stopped you with a chuckle. “No offense but my brother did just cum in your mouth. So let’s go get you cleaned up so I can kiss you properly, yeah?” He asked, wrapping a blanket around you so he could get you down the hallway and into the bathroom. 

“I thought you weren’t going to be weird about it,” you grumbled under your breath as he adjusted you in his arms, carrying you bridal style. 

“That’s different and you know it,” he said defensively as he made his way for the door, making you giggle.