#also sucks that im worried that it wouldn't have as much of reach when I post them here

[denrite]

Bruh it's so hard to create fanart when I'm so hyperfixated on my OCs

I literally cannot not draw my silly little fellas💔

But I don't really post them here

[ohsc]

₊˚⊹♡ assistance | sam winchester x reader

a/n - not for kinktober just a fic i wanted to get out!! i’m unsure whether i like the dialogue on this im sorry if it sucks i feel i can never write dirty talk right *sobs* but i really hope you enjoy!!! <3

cws - fem!reader, 2k, nsfw 18+, phone sex, mutual masturbation, kind of softdom!sam, long distance, fluff, comfort, kinda unedited

other fics can be found on my masterlist

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It was later than he’d liked by the time he finally got back to the motel. With muscles that ached from the day’s strain, brain fogged from how tired he was, Sam honestly just wanted to call his girlfriend and talk to her until he fell asleep.

He’d meant to text her a couple of hours prior to let her know the hunt was dragging on longer than expected, but his phone had fucking died when he and Dean were two hours into their trek into the woods to find the pack of werewolves they were hunting, and he’d been pretty miserable ever since.

Dean had disappeared off to the nearest bar after dropping Sam off at their room so he thankfully had the place to himself to mope around as he plugged his phone into the charger and showered whilst he waited for it to get some power. The shitty water pressure and barely lukewarm water did nothing for his aching back, so he was even more agitated by the time he got himself settled onto the uncomfortable mattress twenty minutes later, hair wet and skin still damp beneath his clothes with his eagerness to call her.

As much as he hated being away from her for so long, and too often, it was the safest thing to do. Sam wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something happened to her because she was too close to his shit. He still had dreams about Jess, about how that was all his fault. He couldn’t let it happen again.

His phone hadn’t even reached twenty percent but he was impatient and shuffled over to the edge of the bed so the phone cord would reach and held the phone to his ear as he called her, propped himself up against the headboard.

The phone didn’t even ring twice before she answered.

“Sam?”

“Hey, baby.” The words came out in an exhale, most of the tension left him just at the sound of her voice, the ache seeping out of his bones like a relief. It was what kept him sane whenever he was away. Her picture in his wallet, her hair tie on his wrist, her voice in his ear.

“Hi, Sammy. Got worried when you didn’t call on time.”

He winced at the thought. She worried for him, of course she did. Sam understood how horrible it must have felt for her, knowing what he was going off to do. He could only imagine the dread that must’ve curled inside of her whenever he was late calling. Too many things had happened in the past, too many things could still go wrong.

“Sorry, my phone died when we were still out, didn’t get back until way later than I thought,” he groaned, sank down the headboard a little to stretch out on the bed. The agitation still hadn’t quite left him, the stiffness in his muscles prominent. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with her in his arms and he couldn’t have it. “Miss you, honey.”

He could hear the smile in her voice as she responded, “Missed you more. Wish you were here, it’s cold at night without you in bed too.”

He snorted a quiet laugh. “That’s why you miss me?”

“Mhm,” she giggled, though her voice turned a little coy as she murmured, “among other reasons.”

“Yeah?” An automatic smile was curling at his mouth.

Another little giggle through the receiver. He didn’t even need to see her to know that she had that little bashful smile on her face. He also knew exactly what was on her mind, it was on his too.

It wasn’t the first time they’d have done this. He was on the road so often that their sex life wasn’t as amazing as it could have been, and it wasn’t like he didn’t pleasure himself when he was away on hunts anyways.

There had been many many evenings he’d spent in the shower, hot water rolling down his back as he had one hand pressed to the tiled wall whilst the other pumped his cock until his cum was washed down the drain along with his shampoo bubbles. It wasn’t ideal — bottom lip tucked between his teeth to stifle the heaving breaths and quiet groans, trying to get off as fast as he could before the hot water could run out or Dean could get back to the room. It was even worse when it became a result of having her on the phone. There had been many occasions where her soft voice and giggles in his ear had been enough to get him hard, on nights when he was really missing her and it had just been too long since he’d kissed her.

It turned out she did the same as him. Though when Sam pictured it, it was a lot more graceful than his time in the shower. Laid out all pretty on their bed, legs spread, fingers wet with her own arousal as her head tipped back against the pillows. Sometimes if he got a little selfish he pictured her voice all whimpery saying his name as she came, but he couldn’t get lost in that daydream often, or he’d get hard over that, too.

“Miss you,” she breathed again, and the shift in her tone was palpable. “I… I tried touching myself earlier but I couldn’t cum without you on the phone.”

The groan that left him was automatic and his cock throbbed, hardening beneath the material of his boxers. The idea that she couldn’t even get off without his voice in her ear did wonders for him, it was a wonder his ego wasn’t too big already.

“You need my help, honey?” He crooned into the phone, settled into the tone of voice he knew she liked to hear, the voice he used more often than not when he was whispering in her ear, hips slotted between her thighs, rolling in a rhythm that left her whiney and panting.

Her soft little “mhm” was enough for him to move his other hand down and palm himself, hissing in a breath through his teeth.

“Go ahead and lay down for me, pretty girl. Wanna tell me what you’re wearing?”

There was the rustling of sheets over the phone before her voice spoke up again, “Just one of your shirts.”

Another groan. “You trying to kill me, baby?”

She giggled and his cock twitched beneath his palm. Jesus Christ he needed to get back to her, he needed her in person, to sate the need that wouldn’t be doused thoroughly enough over the phone.

“Go ahead and spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” he breathed, palming his cock again as he spoke, eyes squeezing shut as his head knocked back against the headboard. “Did you get yourself all worked up earlier, hm? Are you all soaked already?”

There was another hum, though he could hear the way her breathing had deepened, deep and heavy in his ear. He could picture the tickle of her breath on his face, the shape of her lips, the taste of her mouth after she’d just brushed her teeth. He needed her.

“Why don’t you start touching yourself for me?” He murmured, voice low with his arousal. Her resounding moan was enough for his cock to throb again and his hand finally dipped beneath his waistband, freeing himself with a quiet groan.

“Are you touching yourself too?” She whimpered, and it was a miracle he didn’t just cum there and then.

“Yeah,” his hand lifted and he tipped his head down to spit into his palm, groaning softly the next time he pumped his cock. “Yeah I am, dolly. Your pretty voice got me all worked up— fuck.” He breathed out the word between his teeth. He was already leaking pre-cum, thumbing over the head of his cock in a move that made him shudder, though it felt nice when she did it. Stroked his cock with her pretty hands, her pretty lips that wrapped around his head when she was on her knees for him, licking along the length of his dick in a way that always made him weak in the knees.

She moaned again and his hips jerked, rutting into his hand with a filthy groan. “How’re you feeling, honey?”

She whimpered, and Sam felt another dribble of pre-cum slide down the length of his cock. “Good— mm, good, j’st—” she took in a shaky breath, “feels better when it’s you, baby.”

“Oh yeah?” He grunted, pumping his cock just a little faster. “Why’s that, dolly?”

“Bigger hands,” she breathed. “longer fingers.”

Sam moaned, the idea of his fingers nestled deep in her wet heat enough for his cock to throb in his hand, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. But from the sounds of her pretty little whimpers, neither would she. “Can’t fill that pretty pussy up as nice as I can, hm?” He took in a shuddering breath. “Play with your clit for me, sweetheart.”

He could hear the moment she did, the sharp inhale, the whimpery moan, the rustling of the sheets as she, undoubtedly, spread her legs wider. “Oh god, Sammy—”

“Are you close, sweetheart?”

All he got in response was a high-pitched “uh-huh.”

“That’s it— shit, that’s it, baby,” he panted, pumping his cock faster, moaning softly as his head arched back. “Go on, dolly, make some pretty sounds for me as you cum, won’t you? M’gonna cum just thinking about you making such a mess of yourself, c’mon, baby—” he was practically begging between sharp breaths.

It only took a moment before he heard her sharp inhale and the whine that followed, and all it took was a few more quick ruts into his hand and the sounds of her before he groaned her name, toes curled and eyelids scrunched as he came. He could feel the evidence of his orgasm dribbling down his cock and his fingers as he shucked a few more times, hissing through his teeth as he finally stopped.

“Oh sweetheart,” he breathed, panting, not unlike her heavy breaths into the phone. “You sounded so fucking pretty, honey. That feel good for you?”

She took a shuddery breath and hummed again. “Yeah, thanks baby.”

Sam couldn’t help the breathy chuckle. “Don’t need to thank me,” he murmured. “M’always gonna take care of my girl, even if I’m not there. You made quite a mess of me, too.”

She breathed a laugh, and a moment passed of just their shared breathing as they both calmed down. Sam’s cock had softened completely against his abdomen, and he’d have to change his clothes and have another shower, but fuck was it worth it.

“I’ll be on my way back to you tomorrow,” he promised once his breathing had mostly evened out. “Should be with you before dinner, then you get me all to yourself.”

She yawned into the phone before mumbling, “Good, want you back to me as soon as possible.”

The sound of her so sleepy just left him so soft. “I promise I will be,” he breathed. “Why don’t you get some sleep, okay honey? I’ll call you in the morning when we’re on the road.”

“Okay,” her voice had completely softened, coated in a sickly-sweet fondness that left him putty in her hands. “I love you. Get back to me safe, okay?”

“I always do,” Sam smiled. “I love you too. Night, gorgeous.”

She yawned her own goodbye before the line went dead, and he let the phone drop back down onto the mattress with a heavy breath.

Just one more day, then he could have her in person, help her in all the ways he wanted to on the phone.

[poppy-metal]

hear me out... what if we combine some of the thoughts? stepbro! patrick who finds out that you've been posting videos of yourself online. every night going to some porn site to jerk himself out. using the videos to imagine different things to do to you until he finds an account that really scratches that itch inside of him. she looks like you. this solo pornstar he's found and he finds himself stalking each video you post. leaving a multitude of comments and feeling a rush of adrenaline when you respond to them. but then he starts to notice something - your walls look familiar. the posters you have on them, the paint color, and in fact so does what you're wearing. he realizes that the girl in the videos doesn't just look like you. she is you. immediately he's full of different thoughts and ideas. after he finally comes down from the realization (and also drains his balls to the copious amount of content he has for you) he makes a plan. 

he comes into your room one night, stifling through your stuff as you protest it. when he finds the camera hidden in your closet he turns around with that classic patrick smirk. "you planning on becoming a star?" he asks softly. you look at him confused but also concerned knowing nothing good happens when patrick gets that look. "a pornstar, i mean," he says with a grin. you can't even protest before he's shaking his head. coming closer and closer to you. "i know about your account. found it weeks ago. don't worry, i'm not gonna tell. didn't realize it was you at first but then i recognized the room. you know, that's the bad thing about not showing your pretty face. anyone could see it and fuck themselves to the videos. know i did."

he gets almost a sick satisfaction while telling you. watching the color drain out of your face. the way your breathing picks up. the look on your face as your mind can't decide if you're disgusted or turned on by his confession. he tells you that he wants to help you. so much so that he wants to star in your videos too. you'll get really popular then if your audience can watch you get your brains fucked out by some guy. he expects you to need a minute but you say yes almost immediately. your mouth dry from the anticipation and it's that night that you both film your first video. camera pointed down at you with your face barely out of camera while patrick fucks you from the back. hands gripping your hips rough enough to make bruises while he splits open your pussy and you babble out. its easy to pick out the titles when patrick runs his mouth the whole video - "mmm, yes, such a fucking slut wanna show the whole world how you take your stepbrothers cock? can't even keep it a secret." 

it only takes a month of uploading videos together for a company to reach out with an offer to provide better cameras and a paycheck. 

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despite what you post youre a good girl, really. you were kind and sweet and got good grades all throughout school. you tried to make nice with your stepbrother even though he got under your skin all the fucking time, like that time he threw a party when your parents were out but wouldn't let you dance with robby dickenson. like, what the fuck? "he just wants you to suck his cock because his girlfriend wont".

"maybe im fine with that."

"im not."

and that was that. he always got his way. thats when it started, you're pretty sure. a sorta fuck you to patrick, and also a way to rebel in a way. your first video had been you deepthroating a didldo you'd bought. you didnt know what it would become, just that you loved every second of it. the camera filming you, the lewd act of filling your mouth for a bunch of people to fuck themselbes too. it felt wanton and dirty. it was empowering.

so your fear of patrick finding out wasn't that he'd found out, per say. you were more afraid of him taking this from you. you weren't shocked by his admission, but you were by how much it turned you on. you'd sunken alot further into the pits of depravity than you'd thought. good girls didnt fuck their stepbrothers. good girls didnt get dry in the mouth at the sight of his thick cock bobbing free. good girls didnt pull up their shirts because he'd asked them to, straddling your chest with the camera angled at your chest. "pull your tits out, show big brother those hot little nipples."

and you do, you show him, you show everyone who will be watching and you do it eagerly. you should snap at him not to call himself your big brother, but in reality the acknowledgement of what he was, of how bad you were being just made you all the more wet.

"you're not a good girl at all, are you," he asks, zooming in on the peaks of your nipples. reaches down to roughly palm one of the bouncy little tits in his hand. "always so tight lipped and quiet. you know my friend, art? he just thinks you're shy. wonder what he'd think if he knew you were shoving things up your pussy for old pervs onine to rub off to."

hes one of those pervs. but you dont say that. instead you push your chest out, bite your lip and look up at him with wide pleading eyes."no im good, big brother, i promise."

he spits out a quiet fuck under his breath. you cant stop eyeing the thick length of him between his thighs, dripping and hard and you want your mouth around him you dont care how wrong it is, you want him filling your throat and yanking your hair and calling you all sorts of names.

he makes you prove it. the camera doesnt spend long at all in his hand, eventually tossed shakily on your bed and you have to reach for it yourself, pull it close to your face as you're oushed and pulled and groped like a ragdoll, on your stomach as patrick palms at your ass.

"wanted to fuck you for so long."

"then do it."

there's alot of talk in the comments of the video when its posted, talk about the stepsibling talk being a nice little touch, some want to know if the man has an account of his own, videos of himself. they like the way he fucks you. hard and demeaning, slapping his hips off your ass with the force of his pounding cock in your cunt. they like the way he talks to you, "tight little fucking cunt,gonna fill it everyday. when i come home sweaty from practice you're gonna be a good little sister and spread your legs for me, let me at that pussy. gonna sneak in here every night, fuck you full of cum even if you're sleeping."

instant hit.

[ladymirdan]

Warning, fandom rant.

I was gonna piggyback ride off Tagedezorns post about falling out of love with the fandom.

Dont get me wrong, I still fucking LOVE 40k.

Im having a great time painting my minis, reading the lore, reading and talking with the BL authors on twitter or talking the ears off the staff in my local GW (don't worry, they love it, and they have some fantastic HC’s too!)

But the rest of it is sadly losing its appeal for me as well, and it saddens me to see other fan artists or writers feeling the same, I thought it was just me.

When I first started to become active in the shipping fandom about a couple of years ago it was fantastic. I felt so welcome and wanted, I had never gotten a reception like that in any fandom before. I even faced my fear and started writing fanfiction, and people seemed to love it.

But the last months/year it feels like it's all gone. As if Tumblr has died, it feels like I'm shouting into the void. (I have a few people who still interact on my posts and I see you and I love you). But I have eightdoubled my followers last year, but that hasn't resulted in any more interaction, other than a few more likes. But to be fair, likes does nothing.

Im not an influencer or a content creator, and I have zero aspirations to become one. That is why I stopped doing tiktoks. I do not want to chase trends or algorithms, I want to be unhinged about my blorbos and see people being unhinged about their blorbos in turn.

I love the intense passion fandom can have, even when it's not a character I'm personally into.

I really don't want Tumblr to die. I have tried Discord and it was the most alienating and disheartening experience I've had since like high school.

When I first tried it out it was soo much fun, but as time went on, more and more people who seemed to like me stopped posting on there, and more and more whenever I posted I just got straight up ignored.

I could post in a channel that had been dead for weeks, and suddenly people started posting about other things, everyone ignoring what I wrote. If it happened once or twice I wouldn't have bothered, but a dozen or more times? It just fucking sucks. I noticed how it started affecting my mental health, trying to reach out and talk to people, but just being talked around and over. So I just stopped posting.

If someone doesn't like me on Tumblr I won't notice or get sad, but seeing it happen in real-time just fucking sucks.

And also, on Tumblr there is always the off chance that your post gets necromanced. That just doesn't happen on Discord.

And another thing that has happened a lot is I write a fic or a Tumblr post. It gets zero interaction, and I'm like “oh I guess no one is interested about that,” and then I see that someone has just reposted my fic/post in a discord and people are geeking out over it over there.

I'm not a paid artist/writer. I do what I do because I want to geek out over something, preferably with someone else. But I effectively become removed from my art. People are discussing it, just not with me.

Dealing with being unliked as a person fucking sucks. Especially when it's supposed to be your hobby-fun-time. And it is making me not want to post stuff anymore.

[fallingforel]

heyy! i was wondering if you could do an alex turner fic with the one bed trope (sorry if it sounds weird but english is not my first language🥹). thank you so much if you do it!! <3

a/n. of course my lovely. I would love to do this. here it is and hope you like it. p.s. this would defo happen with 2013 slutty alex era and I hope you like it. and don't worry...I barely understand my own english sometimes and I'm a native english speaker I had this half written a few weeks back but have finally finished it now. half asleep so sorry if theres any errors. It's probably the longest oLove you all <3😂😂😂

CW: sexual tension, smut, MNDI

NOTHING I MENTION IN THIS IS HOW I PORTRAY ANY PERSON! PLEASE REMEMBER THEY ARE ONLY FICTIONAL, JUST LIKE ANY OTHER BOOK!

PROMPT: none

WORDS: 2,894

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Alex and I have never seen eye to eye with each other. And that really sucked when we were in a band together. I had only ever agreed to it because they were really desperate for a female singer for their songs. I was Matt's sister but have always despised Alex, ever since he moved in next door to me. During the summers when we was younger he was always soaking me with a water gun when I was trying to catch up on some reading and sun bathing.

MAY 2002

"Y/n please come on we're desperate for a female singer, please come on. You know I wouldn't ask if I was so desperate. But you're the only girl I know that can sing well" Alex said

"Okay fine." I say which makes Matt and Alex whisper Yes to themselves and fistpump the air.

"But on one condition." I say making them hold their cheers

"What?"

"Only until you find a replacement. Because this is not what I want to do, I want a Uni. You must promise me you actively look."

"okay" They both say in Unison

MAY 2013

After the glorious upturns of the first album I was surprised, and also Matt and Alex begged me to stay. I reluctantly agreed but I decided that I could get used to the lifestyle after going on our first tour.

So here I was On our 4th tour and My opinions of Alex hadn't change Infact I think they have gotten worse, especially since the incline we've had. The fame getting to his head a little bit. Thinking he could get every girl he wants. It really angered me. He also thought he was better than me and that riled me up, especially when we were on stage and he took over the spotlight, cutting me off at any moment he could.

It was only when we got to sweden things took a turn for the worse.

"I'm staying with breanna, Jamies with Katie, and nicks with Kelly. so you two have got to share" Matt said when we arrived at the hotel.

"WHAT??" Alex and I said in unison

"what do you mean we've got to share? I am NOT sharing with him"

"yeah and I'm not sharing with her"

"EXCUSE YOU? IM A DELIGHT TO SHARE A ROOM WITH I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW" I said raising my voice a bit which had people turning their heads to look in our direction, usually I would've been a bit embarrassed but in that moment I was too riled up to care.

"YOU SAID IT FIRST!" Alex retorted which only started the anticipated tumultuous bickering between the two of us.

Which made Matt shout over us "ENOUGH!" which made us stop and turn out heads at him. "It's only for one night, Please can you just get over it. It only happened because we had our original room arrangement of Alex and I sharing and then You, jamie and Nick having your own rooms and Breanna surprised me. I'll make sure Ian books five rooms for the next stop and the stops after so it doesn't happen again okay?" he asks. raising his eyebrow at both of us, and holding up a keycard

"fine." we both say. I grab the card from his hand and get in the lift, alex following hot on my heels, grabbing his suitcase dragging it across the floor, to the lift. I press the button for the fifth floor. We're waiting in silence for what feels like a decade but in reality is only a minute. The lift dings and we both step out.

I look for room 542 which I finally reach after turning a million corridors. I put the keycard in the door and open the door to find my worst nightmare a double bed...one.

"Oh this has got to be the worst day in existence." Alex says from behind me. "At least we can agree on one thing." I say before I'm hearing the door shut so I look behind me to find no Alex so I open the door. Only to find an Alex shaped figure walking the way to the lift so I shout "where are you going" "To find another room" "You won't find one, the rooms are all booked incase you haven't forgotten we're hosting a concert tomorrow" but I am met with a middle finger and Alex walking away.

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A knock is heard on the door 10 minutes later, I open it to find Alex standing at it. "No rooms available then?" "Nope. I'm going to sleep on the tour bus. Anything is better than sharing a bed with you" "Okay fine whatever, you won't find it comfortable especially after sleeping in hotels for this tour. see you in thirty" I say my back faced to him returning on getting my pyjamas and my shower stuff out of my suitcase. I'm only met with "see you at soundcheck" and dragging of wheels on the floor and harsh slamming on the door.

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thirty minutes later I had managed to get in and out of the shower in my pyjamas. and I was just about to dry my hair when I was met with a knock on the door, and once again there stood Alex.

"Uncomfy?" I questioned. before walking away from the door.

"No actually, there were fans outside shouting for you."

"awwh is the little narcissist too afraid of his ego getting bruised" I said with a fake pout on my face and a fake mothers concern lacing my voice.

"Fuck this I'm gonna go see if any of the lads will let me bunk with them" "for fucks sake Alex leave them alone, they're all with their girlfriends for the first time in months they don't need you cockblocking them" I said but once again I'm met with the harsh slam of the door

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No more than 10 minutes later I am met with a knock on the door. I open it once again but laugh when I'm met with Alex wincing in pain from breanna holding his ear "please take him, he's not sleeping in our room" She says. "Bring him in." I say sighing

"I told you, the girls don't want you interrupting their time with their boyfriends. Now stop being such a baby and get changed for bed. It's not that bad sharing with me."

"I'll sleep on the floor thank you" Alex says tenaciously. stripping himself down to the boxers, Alex is a good looking guy that I will admit, but not near enough personality to have me on my knees risking them getting first degree burns from the carpet. He had my throat in my mouth, almost losing the words coming out of my mouth... key word, almost.

"No you fucking well won't come off it, you and I know that it is near enough impossible to have a good night's sleep on the floor, now get in the bed. I'll create a pillow barrier, if I'm really that scary sleeping with" I say while pulling the covers down for Alex to climb in

"No need. I'll just sleep on the edge so nothing happens" he says.

"fine suit yourself" I say sighing turning over the other way and moving right to the end of the bed so that there was a big enough gap between the two of us .

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We were in silence for at least half an hour before Alex broke it.

"Why do you hate me?" Alex turned and said Of course he chose now to air out our dirty laundry, right when I was just about to imagine being in Chris Evan's arms.

"I don't hate you, I just dislike you. Since the minute you moved next door." I say turning to face him

"Oh come off it, You can't hold a grudge for that long Y/n." he laughs, that sound that only ever came out of Alex once in a blue moon, the kind of laugh that has you quaking in your boots like one of the fangirls of Elvis many years ago.

FUCK, I really have fallen for him. Maybe whatever I was feeling wasn't distaste, but in actual reality, Like.

I didn't have to tell him, one thing about me was I could keep a good facade up for a long long time.

"Oh, I can and I will" I say lying through my teeth.

"No seriously, there's something else what is it?" he says raising an eyebrow.

"I...Uh..." I said my cloudy brain betraying me, I knew there was a reason. I just couldn't think of it. Not right now, not when Alex was looking like a greek god infront of me.

snap out of it Y/n

"does this feel like the hate you have for me" he said leaning in and kissing my lips holding onto my hair. The kiss wasn't slow or sensual, nor filled with distaste. It was desperate, needy and fast, filled with desire. I kissed back my hands finding a way to latch onto his gelled hair.

After mere moments he moved on top of me, pulling off my pyjama top and finding his way to my unconcealed breasts kneading them like he was a sculptor and I was his masterpiece. He then moved his way down from my lips kissing down my neck placing hot warm open mouth kisses until he reached my tits sucking them and occasionaly nibbling my nipples.

He spent a few moments on each of my boobs until he started working his way down my body until he reached my belly button sending shivers up my spine causing me to arch my back, which allowed him to tug my pyjama shorts off along with my panties. The cold air to my exposed core shocked me right though causing an audible gasp.

"Now, Now Princess, None of that yet. I haven't even showed you my expert skills" Alex said, cockily. Stopping his work for a second tilting his head up to reach my eyes looking into my eyes with his hazel ones staring right back up at me lust taking over the hazel with black.

He continued with his hot wet kisses down until he reached my core, placing a hand over my clit before he started licking my folds slow and sensual, before he dove right into my clit switching his fingers for his mouth. He entered his fingers into me easing slowly but the pace soon quickened, causing me to let out a few whimpers every now and again.

He then switched out his fingers for his tongue jerking in and out sending me right out the knot forming in the bottom of my stomach before I could even orgasm though he pulled away completely.

"what are-" "I want to be inside you when you come" He said cutting me off sitting up and ripping off his clothes, one item by one until I heard the irreplaceable rip of foil he was infront of me completely naked and he came back down over me, placing his cock back inside me without warning which made me gasp.

Our bodies moved together, slow and sensual then fast and needy before I felt that knot again in the bottom of my stomach "Alex" I let out a moan "Im about to-" "let go princess I'm there too." We both came together it was something out of a movie the way Alex's face morphed when he came. We stayed together for a few minutes before he flipped me over and both our libidos came back again.

"ride me this time sweetheart, I want to feel every inch of that pussy sweetheart" He said, I didn't need telling before I was on top of him bouncing rolling my hips every which way. It soon got me to come again. Letting out a few strings of moans before, "oh alex" "oh my god" "Oh fuck" before a final one.

"that's it sweetheart come for me let it all out"

He came soon after.

I laid ontop of him for a good while.

"Come on lets get you cleaned up darling" He said getting up and pulling out of me before picking me up and pulling me into the bathroom and sitting me on the toilet

"go for a wee sweetheart, you don't want any nasty UTI'S" I did as he said while he found a some bubble bath and started running a bath.

"why are you doing this alex?"

"Why am I doing what sweetheart?"

"Looking after me, it's not like I deserve it. I've been nothing but horrible to you these past years we've known each other"

"It's what you deserve." He said,

the silent air between us smelt of sex but also had tension riding between us. What that tension was, I had no idea.

"Can I tell you something y/n" Alex said breaking the uncomfy silence we were sitting in

"You don't have to ask if you can tell me something Alex. Just tell me."

"I acted vile towards you, because I thought it was easier than loving you Princess. I soon realised that couldn't be far from the truth though. Loving you has been the easiest thing I have ever done." He said before retracting back into the silence that we had created around us.

"Alex." I said sighing

"You don't have to say you love me back right now, But there has to be something there right? what happened back there. There wasn't an ounce of hate in that sex Y/n"

"It's a lot right now Alex, But I definitely like you back." I said smiling sluggishly, the post sex sleep taking over my eyelids.

"uh uh, don't fall asleep on me princess. It's time to take a bath" He said pulling me off the toilet seat and placing me into the bathtub before climbing in behind me and sitting behind me allowing me to put my head back onto his chest.

He washed my hair, my back and let me do the rest we stayed resting against each other for a few minutes before he coaxed me out of the bathtub wrapping me up in a towel and putting my hair in another towel turban style. After getting dried I put my hair into a ponytail and put my pyjamas back on.

Alex joined me back on the bed, and pulling me close to his chest. we stayed like that before I felt my eyes grow heavy and fall asleep in Alex's warmth.

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I was woken up with chaste kisses being placed on my back with a pair of manly arms wrapped around my waist. Panic ensued for a few moments before I realised what happened last night.

Alex.

"I acted vile towards you, because I thought it was easier than loving you Princess" "Loving you has been the easiest thing I have ever done"

Princess.

A smile ripped through the blank expression on my face. It felt like a dream but alas it wasn't it was real life. I had someone that loved me someone that I loved back. I always thought that this happened in romance books or movies. But, it happened in real life too. That much was proven by Alex and I.

I hummed and turned over wrapping my arms round Alex

"Morning princess," Alex said "Why do you call me that?" "what princess?" "yeah."

"because, you are a princess and you deserve the world of luxuries" "Alex" I said tearing up "That's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me"

"don't cry darling, I didn't mean to make you cry. I've done that enough over the years we've known each other"

"Happy tears I promise" I say silence crowding over us, But this time a nice comfortable one, Unlike the uncomfy tension one last night in the bathroom.

"I've been doing some thinking" I say this time me being the one to break the silence.

"Oh yeah? what's that darling?"

"I realised that I feel the same way you feel about me, I realised that I haven't felt like this ever, not when I was with other people, I never felt about them the same way the way I feel about you. I love you back Alex." I say before I get a kiss on my lips. This time filled with love, no desire for it to turn into something deeper.

Though we were soon burst out of our bubble by a knock at the door we both groaned I got up and answered the door.

"What do you want Matt?"

"Oh shit, You and Alex had sex didn't you. EWWW, ALEX MY SISTER DUDE?"

"Shut up what do you want?"

"You didn't deny it. It's true then?"

"yes. Alex and I are now seeing eachother. It happened last night. Now. Answer my question. What. Do. You. Want?"

"good to know. Your going to miss breakfast, It ends in half an hour and also soundcheck starts in 2 hours so make sure you're at the tour bus with 15 minutes to spare. Thank you goodbye. guess I won't need to be telling Ian to book those spare rooms after all." Matt says turning his back as I go to the shut door.

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END.

[kiawren]

💛💚💜 hi wren :3

💛/Yellow: Imagine a fantasy au with you and your f/o! What roles would the two of you take? How would the story end?

Well there's this au inspired by cupid and psyche I dumped in the tags of this post about wren being some cupid figure + fallen angel of sorts and kiawe's form is part fire and they fall in love even though circumstances rlly don't favour them to be together or something

A few times I've thought of a prince x knight au where wren is the prince and Kiawe is the knight becuz the latter is very hardworking Buuut I do not want to be royalty nor deserve to be or see myself in that role in an AU and I would rather dedicate myself to Kiawe as a knight does Buuuttt I also don't see myself as a knight becuz im lazy as hell and have no athletic stamina So.

Also an au where Kiawe is a vampire hehegheurgrjtjgkhh and wren woukd be like Haha you want to suck my blood So bad and kiawe's like no Actually i don't need to we have ethical reliable means of getting blood routinely.. But if he doesn't then well I am right Here

💚/Green: Does your f/o get jealous? How do they cope with it?

I think emotion wise he can be the type to feel jealousy but logic wise he's trusting of his partner and we communicate so he wouldn't find much reason to... Um to answer the question i think when kiawren is still pining then yeah, I think wren hangs out with Ilima becuz he helps wren with academia and research and the places to do fieldwork in alola cuz I think he's done research to write his own papers as well idk I forgor what's Ilima's academic qualifications that's what I have for now, then yeah kiawe gets jealous but when they're already dating then not really.. How he copes with it... Just seethes in secret or asks wren why he needs to spend time with Ilima so much (but trying to be subtle about it he will not say he's jealous or anything at all) but he will understand cuz wren has said it themself that he prefers spending time with Kiawe the most and everyday will still find time to do so, so honestly kiawe doesn't need to worry about wren avoiding him or spending less time with him or anything, if anything he shoukd be asking why the hell wren wants to meet him every single day

💜/Purple: What would your f/o do if you got into a argument? Would they eventually apologize?

Well they don't rlly get into arguments cuz they can communicate and wren is chill and would avoid conflicts. Though, they really do have parts of their characters that really do conflict. Like wren being too passive and slothful regarding their commitments while kiawe is actively working hard every day, maybe one day he might really try to sternly tell wren to get their stuff together if they really want to reach their ambitions instead of dreaming all day, but then again whatever kiawe says abour wren's flaws will be valid as hell becuz his criticisms are not petty but actually genuine so honestly wren woukd be like damn yah ok you make sense and they won't argue or anything.

Alsoooo... Okay yeah this one could be realistic too — kiawe gets reallty worried about not getting into his dream school to study dance abroad, and wren assures him by saying don't worry you've did what you can and just don't think about it if it's out of your control basically stuff that kinda brushes off the problem and encourages him to relax instead (becuz wren isn't confrontational about their own problems, this is true for me irl), and kiawe gets annoyed and says you always say that and you never do anything tangible to try and succeed and I'm actually worried and kinda scared about my future and want to take real steps to make me more assured but you're just saying words to make me feel better. Okay becuz this is what I always say to my sister and she's just kinda tired of me saying "it's past 9pm don't think about it" cuz that mindset doesn't work for everyone and for Kiawe I think he believes in the work he puts in helping him reach the outcome instead of just luck or pure optimism, so yeah wren probbaly says okay what do you want me to do, youve literally put in all the work you can and I see it and I think it's more than good enough and reallt reflects your genuine passion so what can I do if you dotn get accepted or if it's deemed not enough.

Um yeah for apologies.... Kiawe apologises first, I don't really apologise instead I just wsnt to move past the argument and pretend everything is fine and interact normally after... I just find it awkward to communicate it out even though inside I'm genuinely sorry and can objectively think it through in my head to see I'm wrong, but still Kiawe will apologise first becuz he cares about all his loved ones and won't let one-upping each other in arguments be worth the time we spend brooding in silence. And once Kiawe apologises wren will apologise too and everything will be okay and they try to talk things out 😁

[problematicfactive]

god your posts literally never miss bro. i’m sorry that people are sending you hate because you’re bang on the money every time. like i have all the love in the world to problematic fictives and acquaintance-factives but it really does hit different when you’re (/are strongly linked to) someone who’s a literal household name for all the wrong reasons, and i feel like you get treated very differently for it, regardless of how much you’re separated from your source.

are your dms open by any chance? cause i’d love to have someone to talk to about this stuff. if not, that’s all chill! (sincerely, politics factive who anoned you ages ago :~])

Hey! First of all, sorry about the wait to get this answered! I put everything on queue with 5 hours between it (im trying to move down to four or even three hours but I would need a really really steady flow of content for that) so I saw this ask at 10pm my time but because I already had two important posts in the queue the earliest I could get this was 10am my time.

Normally it wouldn't really matter but I know when your waiting on a personal answer to a question it sucks to have to wait 12 HOURS AND SEE ME MAKING POSTS BETWEEN THAT TIME (I'm so rude literally)

Now,

Thank you so so much for your continued support! I'm really happy to know that my messages are consistently reaching and reaching the audiences I want them to reach! I'm also glad my stance on the fictives and real relationships thing is reciprocated, cause I was really worried everyone was gonna think o was an asshole after that one.

And my dms are totally open! To everyone! Don't be afraid to reach out to me, Id be so happy to have someone to talk to on tumblr! People who come across me on discord are also more than welcome to say hi!

[brownfrogs]

what if i became a regular to your ask box bc i have no one else to talk to my gay people about. what if i tell u abt my stinky ocs and how they tie into hanzo and or cole. what if i become The Anon. ill be #1. ill even identify myself so im SPECIAL (i just want to hide in your asks without being perceived as a real person bc thats scary)

anyway. hanzo and cole are like ggrrr in my brain so im making this a u problem.

hanzo has a hard time loving anyone. he loves animals with incredible ease but people... not so much. he used to love and trust with ease, but having lashed out at genji sucked hanzo pretty much dry of any real affection and love for people. why would he need to? he had no one left in his life, he wouldn't need to. it was a vulnerability at best, hurt him more than benefited him. enter cole. absolutely loving to every shred of his being, protective and loyal, and trying so desperately hard to get close with hanzo while also keeping his own distance. love had hurt him too, albeit not the same kind of love he felt for hanzo, he still had. he kept hanzo out of reach but within his gaze and part of hanzo wished they'd both be more vulnerable. all of cole wanted hanzo to be okay with him and the idea of loving him. and it turned into a disaster of things, that made cole upset and rude with hanzo, out of fear that he'd hurt hanzo or hanzo would hurt him.

tl;dr hanzo and cole are too hurt by their own past experiences to really love eachother in the beginning bc theyre scared of hurting one another and scared of the other hurting them - 🐉

Yes absolutely I would adore that!!! And yes gimme the ocs, the AUs, the headcanons, whatever ya’ll got!!! I’ve been starving for content for so long haha. But do not worry yeehan is never a problem for me :3c

I wholeheartedly agree, Hanzo has a hard time with connecting with others let alone loving others while Cole loves wholeheartedly when he deems it is safe to do so. They’re both so hesitant, so tentative when they realize that their feelings for each other was so much more intense then they had presumed. Cole’s chest physically hurting whenever he sees Hanzo across the way, knowing that it will be all too painful to move on but he has to. Hanzo wanting to consume every bit of Cole’s love for himself, devouring him in his entirety, then berating himself for thinking so selfishly. They’re in a terrible stasis until maybe one of them gets critically injured on a mission, and starts confessing while dying in the other’s arms and it’s so heartbreakingly traumatic. All the grief and regrets and heartache piling so high, it just spills and spills in those last moments together. (Of course Mercy is there to rez lol but still it’s just so tasty!!!)

[heartsfromia]

string you along — j. wonwoo

pairing: non-idol! wonwoo x f!reader

word count: 4,193

genre: fluff, high school romance

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, jeonghan is a menace here lol

author's notes: the setting is that both reader and wonwoo are in high school ^__^ for context: their school is holding a "fashion show" type event at the end of the week (this is common where im from, just go with the flow)

You were in a fickle.

Your thumb pressed against your lip, your teeth peeking out as it chews nervously on your nail, you were worried. You didn't think it would be that bad, your plan that is, but after you snuck a glance towards your classmate (read: crush), Wonwoo, who was sitting in the back corner of the class, a book opened on his desk as he read amidst the chaos of the class.

What was your plan? Well, it wasn't necessarily a plan you expected to make today, Gaeul had suddenly approached you in the morning as you were walking towards class.

"Did you hear about the fashion show the student council is arranging for this week?" You heard about it; it's an annual event, after a week of sports competitions, and during this time, besides the fashion show, food vendors would open around the school premises, and prizes will be distributed. This was the one week where it was expected to not do any studying—students weren't expected to bring books or stationary, and teachers were only expected to supervise the event as it goes on.

You nodded, uttering, "Yeah, I heard about it, what's up?"

Gaeul sends you a small smile, sucking in a sharp breath, "Well, you see, I'm one of the Liaison Officers for the fashion show, and I'm supposed to gather participants from each class." You knew where this was going, so you nodded, allowing her to continue explaining. "You're the only one I know from your class, so will you do it, Y/N? Join the fashion show as your class' representative?"

"Sure." Your quick response took her aback, but when she realized you agreed, she grinned, jumping in her spot as she reaches to hug you.

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much, Y/N," she thanks gleefully, pulling away, "I was so nervous you'd decline because honestly, as seniors, we're too old for this."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement, "We are, that's why I agreed because I knew no one in my class would want to join."

Gaeul nodded in understanding, before asking the question that led to your nervous breakdown. "So, who will be your partner?"

You had asked her if you could ask your classmates first, before giving her a name, but she insisted that she'll approach them and try to convince them in joining, because in her words—

"I'm very convincing," she stated, smiling as she poked at the dimple in her cheek.

"Are you sure?" You asked once again, and she nodded. You thought of the guys in your class. You knew the representatives for each class had to be a girl and boy, and there weren't too many guys in your class. There were three guys that popped into your head, those who you thought might fit as your partner for the fashion show.

There was Jeonghan; the class clown, but you knew the two of you wouldn't be able to walk down the runway without him extending his leg to trip you.

Then, there was Jihoon; quiet and reserved, but you knew he was in the school band, and he won't have time to accompany you as he practice after school every day leading up until the event.

Last, but not least, was Wonwoo; quiet and reserved, much like Jihoon, but he wasn't in the school band, instead, he was the captain of the photography club, and you were sure he wasn't going to be in charge on the event as he has juniors to do so for him.

He was a top candidate because he might not be as busy as others, and you were sure he wouldn't purposefully trip you.

Also, because this might be your only chance that you can spend an extensive amount of time with him.

So, you gave Gaeul his name, and she told you she'll approach later at lunch time. You nodded, thanking her for wanting to do that, before walking towards your friend, Mingyu's class as you still had time until the first subject starts.

"You better bring me flowers after I walk the runway this Friday," you told Mingyu as you slid into the chair beside him.

He looked at you, his brows furrowed in confusion. "You're your class' representative?"

You nodded, a satisfied smile on your face as you added, "With Wonwoo."

Mingyu's eyes immediately bulged out of his head when you stated your partner's name. "W-Wonwoo? Jeon Wonwoo?"

You furrowed, confused with his reaction. "Yeah… why?"

"You know he doesn't like those things, right?" You did, you won't lie that you almost considered his reluctance in joining those types of events because he wasn't one to be the center of attention—unlike you, you didn't mind the attention.

However, your feelings towards him outweighed that thought.

"I-I mean, yeah, but it's his senior year, he can't just, you know, not do these things before graduating," you tried to convince him. It was partially true, of course, you didn't want to admit to Mingyu that you were doing this to spend more time with your classmate, you wouldn't hear the end of it.

"It's not me you should be convincing, Y/N."

Thus, there you sat in your chair in class, frequently glancing towards Wonwoo who was now leaning against the wall behind him as he plays a video game on his phone. It was thirty minutes until lunch time, until when Gaeul comes to convince Wonwoo.

Even though you wanted to believe Gaeul could convince Wonwoo to join, you knew her efforts would be in vain. He wouldn't care enough to consider the choice. He knew it would be a waste of time, and low-key embarrassing, and thus, your second option would be someone else.

At that thought, your eyes immediately darted towards Jeonghan who was playing thumb wars with Minhyun, and you winced when Jeonghan presses at his opponents thumb, causing his friend to whimper in pain as Jeonghan maniacally laughs at his suffering (dramaticized).

If you had Jeonghan as your partner, the one person that still holds a grudge against you for eating his slice of cake during last year's class party, then you'd be on the receiving of his pranks. You couldn't handle that, you could barely handle finishing your senior year in the class with him, you can't risk it.

With a heavy sigh, and a determined look, you pushed yourself up from your chair and walked towards Wonwoo, sliding into the seat beside him. You almost reached forward to tap his arm, but stopped mid-air as you saw the focused look on his face—brows furrowed, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he furiously tapped on the screen.

He looks cute, you thought fondly, deciding to not disturb his concentration and wait for him to complete the game before you can talk to him.

Luckily for you, he was on the last round and with a smile of relief, he finally glances up, and freezes for a moment upon seeing you. He glanced towards the front of the class, in fear there was a teacher and he was too engrossed in his game to notice, but sighed in relief when he saw only the random doodles on the white board.

Looking back at you, he asked finally, "Can I help you?"

"Yes," you nodded, your lips in a smile, "be my partner for the fashion show?"

Straight to the point, Wonwoo thought, slightly amused.

"The fashion show this Friday?" He asked to make sure, and you nodded, feeling optimistic of his curiosity that it means he would agree. "And what will we be doing?"

"From backstage, walk down the runway and then back to backstage," you explained concisely, "we'll probably have a technical meeting to discuss the dress code per class, before deciding our outfit, and then there will be a rehearsal before Friday, and yeah…"

You watched as he nodded, pursing his lips in thought. What felt like hours had passed, you were on the edge of your seat waiting for his answer, only for the blood to drain to your feet as you sunk in your seat in disappointment at the utter of one word.

"Nope."

It felt like all that you worried about it was coming true, and you weren't sure what was the worst thing to face—not having Wonwoo as your partner, or having Jeonghan as your partner.

"Why not?" You asked, hoping you had masked the disappointment in your tone. You didn't, Wonwoo could hear it but didn't point it out.

"Not interested." You slumped at his short response, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips as you glance back towards your second option for a partner. This time, he was preparing his finger to flick the forehead of Chan, a loud thump echoing throughout the class, causing a shiver to rise up your spine.

Quickly, you turned back to Wonwoo, leaning forward with your arms clasped together, begging. "Please, can you be my partner? There's no one else that I can be partners with, Wonwoo."

He stayed silent, staring back at you with wide, concerned eyes. So, you took this opportunity to explain, "You're perfect to be my partner, because you're tall, good-looking, and you're not Jeonghan who is still holding a grudge against me, and I don't want to fall flat on my face if I were to walk with him, please, Wonwoo, you're my only hope."

His eyes glanced at your hands that were now placed on his shoulders, your faces barely inches apart before he reaches up, removing your hands from him and pushing you back into your chair. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I'm not interested in those things."

"But- but-" you stuttered, trying to find something you could say to convince but he shook his head, uttering another apology and pushing his glasses up, his eyes focused back on his phone as a new game starts.

There was a good minute or two where you stayed seated, staring at Wonwoo, a pout evident on your lips, before sighing, admitting defeat and returning back to your seat with heavy steps.

With another heavy sigh, you hid your face in your hands, thinking of how you're supposed to stop Gaeul from approaching Wonwoo, and to approach Jeonghan instead, and how you're going to have to ask Jeonghan to sign an agreement to not trip you or cause a scene during the fashion show to prevent you from enduring shame until the end of senior year.

"Hey, Y/N." Your head sprung up at the familiar voice, finding Gaeul entering your class and waving at you before her eyes wandered throughout your class to find Wonwoo. You tried to wave her off, subtly shaking your head as you held eye contact with her, but it was to no avail as you watched in despair, as she walked towards the reserved student in the back corner.

Biting onto your fist, you watched their exchange, without knowing what words are shared between the two, and little to no body language that was telling in which direction the conversation was going. However, you knew where it was going and pressed your hands over your face, not wanting to see her walk away, slouched and disappointed like you did.

Peeking through your fingers, Gaeul stood from across Wonwoo, walking towards the exit, however, she wasn't slouched, nor did she look disappointed, instead, she was smiling, relieved as she walked towards you, signaling an 'all good' with her hand.

All good? What does she mean by all good?

"H-how did it go?" you asked, sitting straight up, glancing back at Wonwoo who was staring at his phone.

"He said he'll do it," she reassures you, and your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. Chuckling at your surprised look, she pats your shoulder, "Told you I was convincing."

You glanced at Wonwoo once again, and this time, you locked eyes with him, his expression flat as yours brightens up, a grateful smile etched across your lips.

Alas, you found yourself seated beside Wonwoo in the student council's meeting room, listening to the project manager as they explain the premises of the fashion show, when there were will be a dry rehearsal and dress rehearsal, what time to standby on the day of, and lastly, what we will be receiving as a thank you for becoming representatives.

You leaned to your side, to whisper to Wonwoo. "Apparently the budget for this year's fashion show rose, so they're providing us with free food." Wonwoo only nodded, lips slightly pouted as he listened with his arms crossed over his chest.

Wonwoo has barely said a word to you since the day had begun, only humming, nodding, shaking his head as a response to your questions and statements. You knew what you were getting yourself into; he didn't want to join, but when Gaeul approached him yesterday, he agreed…? You were just as confused, and you wanted to ask him about it the next day when you were asked to come join the technical meeting, but because of his lack of responses, you chickened out.

He wasn't intimidating, but you felt too bad to engage in a civil conversation with him without feeling like you're forcing him to talk to you. This entire mission of you wanting to spend more time with your crush was beginning to make you regret it.

"You guys can have your lunch now, we asked the teachers to give you an extra twenty minutes," Seungcheol stated, and everyone began to leave the room.

"Do—" You turned to find Wonwoo already making his way out the door. Sucking in a deep breath, you took long strides before gently tugging at his blazer, causing him to turn to you. "Do you want to grab lunch together?"

You were hoping for a 'sure', although expecting a 'no thanks'—anything really, as long as it was in the form of words, but he only nodded once. Mixed feelings began to rise; happy because he didn't decline your offer, however, sad because he didn't say anything.

It was decided by Wonwoo that you'd both buy something from the school's café, the taller individually reaching for a bag of chips and a bottled lemon tea, and you chose a spicy chicken mayo onigiri. Upon reaching the cashier, you reached in your pocket for money before you remembered you had left your wallet in class. With a disappointed sigh, you placed the snack back at its spot and whispered to Wonwoo, "I'll be outside." With nothing to buy, you didn't think you needed to stay inside.

You were caught by surprise when Wonwoo stood in front of you, the onigiri you put back in his hand that was extended towards you. He gestured for you to take it, but you shook your head, "I forgot my money in class."

"I didn't ask for you to pay, Y/N," he finally spoke up. "You haven't eaten today, so here, take it."

You smiled at him as a thank you, taking it from him before asking, "I'll pay you back when we get to class, Wonwoo."

"No need, Y/N," he answered, turning and walked towards class. Despite your blushing cheeks, you felt guilty because he paid for you, it's not like you didn't have any money at all, you just forgot to bring it.

You took large strides to fall in step with him, and continued your pestering, "I feel bad, Wonwoo, I'll pay you back once we get to class, I'm serious."

"I won't take your money, then."

"Then I'll hide it somewhere in your bag when you're not looking," you stated with a nonchalant shrug, causing him to chuckle lightly. Hearing his deep laugh only ignited a swarm of butterflies to invade your chest, your smile growing.

"Oh yeah, by the way—" You began, turning to face him and the two of you stopped in your place. "Since we've got our dress-code, which is Charleston—"

"Great Gatsby," he adds, and you nod.

"Yeah, do you want to go to costume place together? So we can coordinate our outfits?" You offered, your fingers tapping lightly against the wrapper of the onigiri nervously. "We can just rent it since I don't think we'll be wearing them any other time."

"When?"

"After school today?"

"I have a meeting with the photography club after school," he states, and you slouch slightly, a bit disappointed. Noticing that, he then adds, "It won't be long, so if you don't mind waiting."

"I don't mind," you beamed, the two of you resuming your walk towards class.

"How do you get home?" Wonwoo asked, tearing the bag of chips open and offering you some. You happily took a chip, tossing it into your mouth.

"I'm usually picked up by my driver," you state after swallowing the chip. "How about you?"

"I drive."

"Oh, you bring a car?" He nods. "So, do you want to follow my car after school?"

His response to your question caused you to stop immediately in your steps, eyes wide and head spinning. "How about we go together with my car?"

And so, you found yourself seated beside him in his car, the two of you still dressed in your school uniform as you navigate towards the costume store in the city. Wonwoo gave you the okay to use the AUX cord, allowing for music from your playlists to play throughout the car. Sneaking quick glances at your crush, you were surprised you were able to contain yourself in his presence—something about Wonwoo, one hand on the steering wheel and the other occasionally reaching down for a chip (yes, he bought another pack), made blood rush to your head.

The same could be said about Wonwoo as well. Besides from his very small circle, he never really hung out with any of his classmates after school hours.

He sees them five days a week, why would he need to see them after school and on a weekends? Wonwoo wouldn't say he's anti-social, simply picky over who he likes hanging out with.

Safe to say, you became an exception to him.

The two were never close, simply classmates to one another. Every now and then, you would approach him regarding something about a class, or if he wanted to join a certain event. Mundane things that never played a significant role in bringing them closer to one another. However, he knew himself that they wouldn't be more than classmates—you lived in a different world to his and you both are an unlikely pair. He never thought much to the progress of your nonexistent relationship, although, unbeknownst to him, you always did.

You would try to find topics to ask him, not wanting to look suspicious or ask him rhetorical questions, that would make you look stupid in front of him, but because he is a private person, you never really know what topic would pique his interest.

Until today.

"Oh, cool PC setup." After renting your costumes, he wanted to grab something from his house before dropping you off. "What video games do you place?"

"Uh… mainly FPS games," he answered, half-expecting you to ask what those were, but your response caught him off-guard.

"Me, too," you state excitedly, "which ones? I mainly play Valorant."

"That, CS-Go, Apex," Wonwoo lists. "Who do you main in Valorant?"

"Can you guess?" You watched his expressions twist in confusion, thinking hard and to not give a stereotypical answer to you mainly play on your Valorant games.

"Is it a Duelist?"

You shook your head, "A Controller."

"Uh… Omen?"

You grinned widely, eyes bright when you heard his answer and nodded repeatedly, "How did you know?"

"Lucky guess?" He shrugs, chuckling at your surprise, the deep chuckle causing a swarm of butterflies to flutter in your chest. The next sentence caught both of you off guard, "We should play together sometime."

It took a second for you to process his invite, and with a soft smile, you nodded, uttering, "That would be awesome."

You were ecstatic to know that there was a possibility that even after this whole fashion show thing, you could still continue to interact with Wonwoo outside of school. However, you still looked to the fashion show, even more now that Wonwoo feels comfortable to hold longer conversations with you, approach if he still had some inquiries about the event.

You seem to look forward to it too much, that you had requested your classmates to do something special for the both of you as the class' representatives of the fashion show.

Your first mistake was trusting that to your classmates, knowing well enough that a vengeful Jeonghan resided in that group.

"Y/N, Wonwoo, you're up next, alright? You're the last couple," Gaeul informed, the two of you nodding in understanding, and waited for the previous couple to come out.

"Should we lock hands or—"

"Go, go," Gaeul instructed, pushing your backs and before you could finish your sentence, Wonwoo links his arms with yours, stepping out from behind the curtains. You took a brief second, glancing down at your linked arms before up at Wonwoo who was already looking at you with a gentle smile on his lips.

'Ready?' he mouths, and you nod, plastering on a genuine smile as the two of you walked down the built-in runway, spotting your classmates at the end cheering you both on. Your eyes locked with everyone, but stopped when you spotted Jeonghan, a sinister grin on his face and immediately, you had a gut feeling that things were gonna go south.

You watched nervously as he signals for a few of his clique to get ready at the count of three, and exactly when you and Wonwoo stopped at the end, did everything unleash at the speed of light.

It took you a moment to process what happened, only finding yourself drenched from head to toe with water, and a teacher scolding Jeonghan and his friends. Everything was a blur, and before you know it, you were pulled towards backstage, gone from your side.

"What happened?" Gaeul asked, concern laced around her voice.

"Jeonghan got his revenge," you muttered, eyes still wandering around to where Wonwoo had gone. "Where's Wonwoo?"

"He's—"

"Here." You turned to find Wonwoo approaching, the suit he was wearing drenched as well, but a towel was hanging around his neck. "Are you okay?" He handed you a towel, and you thanked him, nodding.

"Are you okay?" you asked, squeezing water out of your hair before letting it hang off your shoulders. "I'm sorry for what happened."

"I think asking our classmates to do something special was a bad idea," Wonwoo states, reaching out and grabbing one end of your towel, gently rubbing your hair with it. "Especially if Jeonghan has a personal vendetta against you, Y/N."

You pouted, sighing, your shoulders slouched. "I know." Wonwoo glanced at your defeated expression, the corner of his lips twitching upwards, finding you adorable for a moment.

"I honestly thought that they'd use confetti or something, like, cut paper up, not water," you continued to rant, growing angry as Wonwoo tried to dry your hair. "I'm sorry that you had to be collateral damage to Jeonghan's grudge against me, I feel like I ruined your first experience as the center of attention."

"It was an experience, I'll give you that," he chuckles, finally letting the end of the towel fall from his hands. "But, I did have fun. I'm more worried about our costume, though."

The both of you glanced down at your drenched costumes, knowing well enough that this would put a dent in your wallet to dry clean. "Because I dragged you into this, I'll handle it."

"No."

Here we go again.

"I'm not broke, Wonwoo, I can handle it."

"Neither am I, Y/N, I'm wearing it."

"But you're here against your will."

He laughed, "I already told you I had fun."

"Even though we were publicly humiliated?" you asked, your lips pouted.

He rolled his eyes, nodding, "Yes."

You looked at him in surprise, "Really?" Again, he nods. "Well, maybe I should string you along on these things more often."

He threw his back in laughter at that statement, shaking his head as he calmed down, before uttering, "You're an idiot."

Not feeling offended at all, you only grinned wider, responding, "But I'm your idiot."

His questioning look only made you shake your head, "Let's go find clothes at lost and found to change in." Not pressing into the topic more, Wonwoo nodded, reaching up and ruffling your hair as the two of you walked to change out of your drenched clothes, mentally cursing Jeonghan because you were now cold.

But, you couldn't help but mentally thank the guy, because of this, maybe you wouldn't have been exposed to the gentle, attentive side of Wonwoo as he made sure you were changed out and comfortable, before changing himself.

And maybe, just maybe, if Jeonghan wasn't such a menace, you might've not gotten sick and Wonwoo wouldn't be in your house right now, a bowl of chicken soup in his grasp.

[24hlevi]

Hello. Could you do fluff prompt 9 for Reze if that's alright

im so sorry this is so late i feel so bad for not doing it but here i hope you guys like it

Home Sweet Home

Reze (Chainsaw Man) X Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: #9 "You've always felt home." from 200 follower fluff prompt list

reze was often out doing her job, which you obviously knew was extremely dangerous given that she was the bomb devil hybrid. that also meant she wasn't around a lot, and that left you alone most of the time, stuck in a worried state of if reze would even come back alive or come back at all, but she never knew these things. when she was on a mission, the only thing on her mind was the mission, and she wouldn't even think about you and how it would effect you if she did end up dying. that's just how she was and how much she cared about the missions she was given.

it was another day when reze was gone on a mission, and she had told you that it was probably going to take a while for her to get back which she never told you, and it only fueled your worry because she would never say how long it would take.

you sat on the couch of the apartment you and reze shared, watching the news when you were about to change the channel they started to report a chainsaw man devil fighting a...bomb devil. your eyes immediately widened when you realized that it was reze fighting another hybrid and soon enough the station stopped when the camera stopped recording and stopped entirely. you didn't even care, though. not about the tv at least, but instead about reze and how she was fighting another devil and how injured she could possibly get.

you heard keys outside of your door as they slid into the lock and the door opened, revealing reze with multiple cuts and bruises scattered across her body. you shot up off of the couch and rushed to the front door and caught the girl when she started to collapse to the ground. "are you okay? come on, we need to get you cleaned up." you said to her as you wrapped your arm around her waist and her arm around your shoulder and started to lead her into the bathroom.

once reaching the bathroom, you lifted reze up and sat her down on the counter before you grabbed the first aid kit and set it beside you. reze didn't speak the whole time you were fixing her up, only sucking in a deep breath whenever she was in pain and letting out a tiny "ow" every now and then. when you were finished, you looked at the girl in front of you as she stared back at you, as if she was waiting for you to say something and when you didn't, she did.

"i'm sorry about this happening." reze said quietly, her eyes averting from yours.

"it's okay. i know how dangerous your job is, so i won't pry or anything. but...i just wish you would tell me when it's a mission like this, one where you're fighting another devil hybrid. because i never know if...if you'll come back or not." you responded, your voice getting quieter and quieter the more you spoke.

reze's eyes went back to yours, and she felt a sudden shot of pain in her heart, a thing she hadn't felt ever before. she could see in your eyes how upset you were about this, and she never had realized before this how her own actions were causing this. she was so used to faking feelings and everything that she forgot that these feelings were real, and that it wasn't for a mission, but instead for real love. her hands cupped your face and leaned forward, placing a kiss onto your lips. usually the kisses between you two were quick and didn’t have much thought put into it, but this time was different, and it startled you for a moment. the way reze was kissing you now was slow and loving, as if she were giving you her whole heart into a kiss. even she was surprised at how she was doing this, having never felt such strong emotions for someone before and not knowing how to deal with it. but she now realized that she really did love you.

when reze pulled back from you, there was a smile present on her face as she looked at you with such love and adoration that you had never seen before from her. her hands were still cupping your face as she began to speak, “you’ve always felt like home, i just never realized until now, but i love you so much.”

a smile grew on your own lips as you have never heard her even say anything close to that ever before. you were always worried that what she felt for you wasn’t even real, after her having to fake it so many times. but it was confirmed now. she did love you, more than she could ever imagine. “i love you too, reze.” 

the girl’s smile grew wider as she pulled you in for another kiss, one just as loving and passionate, but quick, and she then started kissing you all over your face as she kept muttering out “i love you” over and over again. at least she finally found a way to express her love, right?

[falcqns]

partner in crime ll

pairing: August Walker x OFC (Maeve)

summary: August and Maeve get acquainted.

warnings: fluff! dad!august.

a/n: this will eventually be a august x reader story, but that won't happen for a few more chapters, sorry! hope you enjoy! I also would like to say I hated writing him building her crib bc it brought back memories of me trying to assemble Lavenders while in labor bc im a dumb ass and left it to her due date LMAO.

August was in way over his head.

he'd been trying for the better part of an hour to get Maeve down for a nap so he could put her crib together. he had tried a bottle, and a pacifier, but nothing was working. he refused to call Anais, he had just gotten the little girl, and he didn't want to lose her.

he may not be the best thing for her, but he was all she had left, and he was determined to do better than his mother at this single parent thing.

it startled him slightly just how similar his life and Maeve's were. both were either raised or being raised by a single parent, and both had a dead parent. for him it was his father, for her it was her mother.

that thought worried him. who would she go to when she got her first period? when she had boy trouble? when she needed someone who wasn't him for something he couldn't help with? is he limiting her possibilities by just being raised by him?

he didn't have any brothers or sisters. his parents were older when they had him; late 40's, and his fathers parents were dead as well, and his mom stopped talking to her family when she was 18. he never knew why, but based on the way she treated him, he could only guess it was abuse.

he didn't want that for Maeve. he wanted her to grow up happy and healthy, the way he was before his father was killed.

he glanced back down at the little girl who wouldn't settle, and had absolutely no idea what to do. he laid her on his bed, and that's when he noticed her shorts were sagging slightly, and he finally clued in to the issue.

he walked over to the bag that Anais had brought, and headed back to the bedroom. he dropped it as he walked in when he saw Maeve about to fall off the bed face first. he caught her in time, and was about to scold her, when he realized he was at fault.

that's right. he thought. can't leave babies alone.

he sighed, and laid her back on the bed, before opening up her bag.

he was shocked at what he found. she only had one other outfit, and those were pyjamas. she had 3 diapers, a small package of wipes, and one stuffed animal.

August still didn't fully know what she needed, but he knew she needed more than just one stuffed animal.

he took her shorts off, and his mind blanked. he had absolutely no idea how to change a diaper.

he grabbed his phone and made a quick google search of 'how to change a diaper'

he clicked on the first link he found, and followed the instructions carefully.

Unfasten the diaper tabs.

August grasped the diaper tabes, and pulled them away from the diaper. the diaper came undone, and he looked back at his phone.

Slide the diaper away.

He slid the diaper away, wrapped it up as best as he could, and placed it onto the ground next to him, so Maeve couldn't reach it. something inside of him told him that the dirty diaper was something she shouldn't touch.

he glanced up at her, and saw she was watching him intently, as she sucked on her pacifier. she wasn't crying, so he must be doing it right.

Wipe the baby clean.

he used one of the very few wipes to clean her up, before tossing that on top of the dirty diaper next to him.

Slide a clean diaper under your baby's bottom.

he grabbed one of the three diapers from the bag, making a mental note to order more diapers once she was asleep. he may not know much, but he knew that two diapers wouldn't last the rest of the afternoon and the night.

Close the new diaper.

he pulled the tabs away from where they were, and pulled them around to the front, mimicking the way he found the diaper in the first place.

he placed her shorts back on, and stood up. he lifted her up, and carried her into the living room, where he sat her on the ground in front of the tv.

"stay." he told her, and walked back into the bedroom to dispose of the diaper.

his heart dropped into his stomach when he walked back, however. Maeve wasn't where he left her. he thought if she was on the floor, she'd have less of a chance of getting hurt when he wasn't right there.

he glanced around the open concept area of his apartment, and saw a burgundy bum disappear around the corner, towards the laundry room.

he raced after her, and scooped her up just before she entered the room.

"lets not go in there, its not safe." he said, sternly, but immediately knew it was the wrong decision when she burst into tears.

"shit." he said. he turned her around, and held her the way he'd seen Anais hold her earlier. "its okay. i'm sorry."

she settled down slightly after his apology, and laid her head on his shoulder. he saw her eyes flutter closed, and made his way back through his apartment to the bedroom. he shut the door softly, attempting not to wake her, and placed her now sleeping body on his bed.

he'd done some research last night, and knew he should move the pillows from around her. she was only 7 months, and he knew she was still in the SIDS risk category. he didn't want to risk it, so he moved the pillows and placed them around her as a makeshift crib. he turned around, and faced the actual crib, which was only half assembled.

he sighed and got to work.

Maeve stayed asleep for a few hours, which according to her file, was normal for her.

he headed into the kitchen, and looked at the box that held her highchair. it was almost 3 pm, so she'd most likely be hungry by the time she awoke.

August found that the highchair was much easier to assemble. it took him only 15 minutes rather than a few hours.

next, he scoured his cabinets for something suitable for her to eat while he ordered dinner.

he rarely bought groceries any more, since he was barely home due to missions, which was something he needed to talk to Sloane about. would she still let him on missions? would he be stuck on desk duty? who would watch Maeve? if he did find someone to watch her, would they be suitable to his taste for watching her?

he shook those questions out of his head briefly, and found Cheerios.

he loved Cheerios, and hoped that Maeve would too. her file said that she could eat most foods, and decided to order Chinese food for dinner. wasn't the healthiest for her, but it would do. he also ordered a few more things for Maeve, such as diapers, baby food and snacks, and few toys. he didn't know if she had other toys when she was living with her mother, but she needed some.

while he waited for her to wake up, and the food and baby items to arrive, he looked up some toys that he could get for her. he thought about what he played with, but the memory was fuzzy, and he didn't think Legos were suitable for a 7 month old.

he ended up buying a Children's Factory 5 Piece Ball Pit, a Melissa and Doug play kitchen, an iPad, a few Barbies, big Lego blocks, a few books and puzzles. he knew it wouldn't be everything he needed, but it was a start. he glanced around the apartment, and decided to start looking for a bigger one.

the one he lived in, while small, was rather expensive. it was only. one bedroom, but had a full laundry, two full bathrooms, a large terrace, and even an outdoor entertaining area upstairs. he knew Maeve would need a playroom, and a bedroom, and he'd need an office so he could keep Maeve and work separate.

he was about to look at apartments when he heard Maeve crying, he little sobs tugging on his heart strings already.

dinner time went rather well, August thought. he gave her small cut up bits of everything, and the only thing she didn't like was the fortune cookie. she ate up all the noodles, and the lemon chicken, as well as the Cheerios.

he decided to skip bath time for today, he was way to nervous to handle a wet slippery baby by himself right now.

he put a sheet on her mattress, and laid her down with her stuffy, and her pacifier, and she drifted off to sleep rather easily.

August laid in his bed and watched his daughters chest move up and down while she slept.

that wasn't too bad, he thought to himself.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Trophy chapter three

Finally decided where im going with this been mulling it over for a few days toying with a few ideas. Trying to define Henry's character has been a bit difficult for me as i wasnt sure what angle i wanted to highlight more but from here out i think iv settled on Yandere/Daddy Dom/Care Giver so the relationship has taken a more ddlg turn its not going to dive in to ageplay (im not confident enough yet maybe one day) but the reader is slightly childish. I cant stress enough that as this is a yandere themed story its not going to be for everyone all my chapters will have appropriate warnings. If you have read it and think i have missed one out please let me know so i can apologize and correct it. Not much else to say other than i hope you like it

Warning:Adult themes, Dubcon,Controlling Behaviour, Swearing

Masterlist

You find out who it was who handed you over to Henry

Chapter one ,Chapter two Chapter four Chapter five

Trophy chapter three

Waking up the next morning was slow, absolutely exhausted you laid under the soft covers relaxing with your eyes closed ignorant to the world. Turning over trying to get comfy enough to fall asleep again.Frowning as your ears picked up an irritating tapping that moved back and forth. Groggily you identified it as a dog excitedly pacing on a wooden floor.Something that you hadn't heard since your childhood ,with out a thought -still not fully awake- you poked your hand out of the covers and over the side of the mattress to placate the animal,immediately being nudged into stroking a fluffy face and lathered with dog kisses.

"Amy ,stop, go lie down" Your eyes snapped open as the words left your mouth Amy -your German Shepherd from childhood- has been long gone and you haven't had a dog since. You snatched your hand back sitting up groaning as the pain in your ass forced you to flop face first back onto your side. There was a large snout in front of you, literally inches from your nose as the dog has rested its chin on the mattress in front of you letting out an impatient whine.You slowly inched back apprehensive of the large dog.

"H-hey there erm where did you come from boy? girl?" You spoke quietly the dog snorted in response then in one swoop jumped up onto the bed over you landing on the other side. Rolling on your back ignoring the ache in your ass more concerned with the very large canine beside you. Your not scared of dogs not in the slightest, but you didn't know this one.It laid down on the other side of the bed tail thumping away as it looked at you expectantly. Sitting up slowly you pulled yourself to the head board resting against it.Only now really recollecting yesterdays events and just where you were. The dog huffed again and slumping to lie on its side pawing at you.Pet me. The dog didn't seem aggressive actually the opposite, smiling lightly you began giving a belly rub.Male. You looked up as the bathroom door opened revealing a towel clad Henry fresh from the shower rubbing a smaller hand towel on his hair before letting the damp cloth drape around his neck. He smiled knowingly as your eyes trailed down from the towel at his neck drinking in his toned chest that had a complementarity dusting of dark curls across it.You sucked in a deep breath. It really wasn't fair, he knew very well how attractive he was, under different circemstances you might have flirted with him a little after drinking a few glasses of liquid courage. Not that you'd have thought you would have a chance. 

'To bad he's a nut job' you though wistfully. Just your luck that the only man to look your way was a fucking psychopath. You directed you attention to the fingers that were still absentmindedly scratching through the dogs thick fur. Henry approached the bed nodding his head at the dog.

"See you've met Kal" The dog twitched his ears at his name enjoying his belly rub to much to move.

"Kal. It suites him Akita right?" He grinned nodding as he sat on the edge of the bed patting the dogs barreled chest.

"Yep my boy, yours to now" You paused then pulled your hand off kal (to his disappointment) tucking them in your lap as it clicked who you were speaking to. Henry continued looking at you lovingly for a few seconds then his face fell sighing as he watched you pull back into yourself then looked towards the bathroom.

"Go get cleaned up, I have a visitor to take care of after breakfast shouldnt take long then we can spend the day together" He finished his sentence leaning in with a kiss on your cheek before lifting himself up to get ready for the day. You got up holding the bed momentarily to stabilize yourself before taking slow steps towards the bathroom wincing as you movements aggravated your sore backside.

"Theres some comfry cream on the sink bring that out when your finished" For some reason You could hear his grin swallowing Uneasy you nodded before shutting the Bathroom door behind you unsure why you heard him laugh through the heavy wood. Shuffling forward you relished in the warmth of the steam filled room. His bathroom was stylish and sleek, the type of room you'd expect in a five star hotel not that you'd ever stayed in one .Expensive looking black gold veined marble steps leading to a large sunken tub at the far end of the room, before that matching marble splash back on the 'his and hers' sink with a mirror hung above them. The large shower to your left was glass on one side it was big enough to fit four or five people comfortably and had a built in bench seat. The shelves either side of the mirror were fully stocked one side obviously had been pre-prepared for you with hair and make up products all in your preferred brands and colours.

'That cannot be a coincidence' you summarized as you pulled the foundation down inspecting the seal.Brand new as suspected.So he must have planned for your arrival. You shook the thoughts out of your head not wanting to think of how he knew so much about you. After using the loo and brushing your teeth with the new pink toothbrush that'd graciously been provided for you.The power shower was welcome easing your muscles your tension melted away under the powerful spray and also giving you time to think of where you went from here.

'Don't think he's gonna give me a chance to run anytime soon. Gotta find out why he's taken me .Its lot of trouble to go through for no reason, unless he's done it before. Maybe i could be nice to him, play along until his guard drops then scarper. Question was, what then?' If what they say is true it'd be useless going to the police you'd be back here in no time dread to think what he'd do to you then. If you left you'd have to leave town asap. Wouldn't be able to go home and pack a bag it'd be to obvious-or maybe soo obvious they wouldn't even look.' The door opened pulling you from your musings, it was only open enough for kal to slip in who dutifully sat by the shower door Henry didn't follow calling from behind it.

"Are you ok? you've been in here a while" You hadn't realized but he was right as you looked at your pruned fingers.

"Im fine" you heard a sigh of relief as you answered him 

"Good when you didn't answer my calls i was worried that you'd tried something very stupid" He paused contemplating his next words

"Time to get out now i think" You faltered at that stepping from under the spray towards the shower door. 

"But i haven't washed yet"

"Well who's fault is that little one? Besides the amount of time you've been in there the waters probably taken care of any dirt.Next time don't waste so much time." He scolded half hartedly

"Sorry i wasn't aware you were on a water meter" you snapped back at him in temper.

"Excuse me? would you like to try again?" His tone was so ominous you took a step back curseing silently.

"Sorry. I'll be right out"

"Sorry Who?" you didn't reply immediately

"...Sorry daddy" 

"Good don't let it happen again" Calling kal out of the room he shut the door.Defeated you hang your head deciding to try and pacify him at least until you could come up with a plan of action.Twisting off the water and exiting the shower wrapping a large bath sheet around your body uesing a smaller one to wring out your wet hair. Scurrying out of the bathroom finding him sitting up on the bed laptop in hand Kal was nowhere to be seen. Your captor was dressed in a caramel two piece suit with white shirt. He looked over the screen at you.

"Your clothes are here. Did you grab the cream?"

"I forgot, give me a sec." You quickly grabbed the small pot of cream handing it to him then preceded around the bed unfolding the clothes left out for you.

"Y/n come here" He said closing his laptop stopping sliding it off his lap peeking over at him you blinked holding up the sweater that was left out for you. 

"Cant i get dressed first?" A pleading look not trusting his expression or him in general really.

"Not until this has soaked in"

"What?" Nervously twiddling the soft knit fabric already dreading what ever he had in store for you now.Chuckling he waved the pot in the air.

"This is to ease your cute little bottom now come over here" Opening the pot and paced it within reach on the beside table. Fully expecting you to do as your told you covered your back side with one hand.

"M-my bottom is fine really i don't need it"

"Now you and i both know that if i turned you over my knee right now id find a sore red little bottom. Im going to take care of you now could you please come here."

"Please i can do it myself" Ignoring you he dipped his fingers into the thick balm smoothing it between his palms. You took a deep breath deciding that your best option was to grin and bear it. Dragging your feet until you stood in front of the amused man.

"Theres no need to sulk." Lifting you effortlessly to lie on the bed tugging the towel from around you he whistled low 

" Thats a well punished bottom if iv ever seen one" he anounced before running his lathered hands across it massaging in the pain reliefe thoughrly in smooth circles, you tensed under his hands, they felt cool in comparison to your heated flesh.

"Dosnt look like youll bruise which is good.Allmost done now"

You fhuffed letting him get on with it trying to imagine you were anywhere but here as his palms moved lower to graze over your thighs and back up again leaving behind a trail of tingles then he pulled away.

"Just lie there and let it work its magic ,you've been a very good girl." You hated feeling a twinge of pride at his praise quickly beating it down .He left you there for five mineuts or so then signaled to get dressed. Once down stairs you were greeted with an enthusiastic kal whilst being served a light breakfast of toast and juice. Not long after that you found yourself beside him watching the news on a sofa kal chilling out at your feet with an indestructible looking chew A large man clad in all black strolled in stating

"Got a visitor boss said he called last night?" Henry left instructing you to stay put. You strained your ears as you heard his foot steps stopping a few feet behind the door. Hearing a familiar voice from the other side. Getting up you tip toed across the room pressing your ear against it listening to the conversation.

"-Caught on cctv, thats evidence that could implicate me. What am i supposed to tell them? The others were already asking questions last night i told them it was a rota mistake not sure how long i can keep them quiet its out of character,  You said it would be subtle." It was henry who spoke next his voice was deep authoritative and menacing.

"Calm down I have it all taken care of, not my first rodeo.Trust me no one is going to go looking to deep, the paper trails already sorted out  application ,travel, accommodation the lot. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut and we're squared up.As agreed"

"I dont know how i feel about it now? I think i made a mistake" The other male frantically replied.

" Your mistake was not keeping up your end I told you to keep an eye on him. I told you what would happen if you cocked it up.Now I have to be the bad guy. You think I wanted to do it this way? Besides its already done you cant go back on your word now. If your having second thoughts thats tough fucking luck I dont do refunds. Now get the fuck out of my house and you best keep that mouth shut cos I can make you dissapear just as easy as her. Lads show Mr Fletcher out" You gasped stepping back quickly mind racing as you sat back down where you were originally. You sat in shock as you realized who it was Henry had been talking to and why theyd sounded familiar. Kyle fletcher owner of the small cafe you worked in your boss of four years.Putting two and two together ,that chat was about you. You felt sick it was kyle who'd asked you close later than usual to deep clean the coffee machine and recount the float , causing you to close up in the dark which was where youd been taken. For some reason he knew what was going to happen he'd been in on it a overcome by a wave of anger you decided come hell or high water you were going to find out exactly what your exboss had done.

[ringobean]

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Here we are back home, a bit drunk but still sober, Michelle and Eline lend to the lads some t-shirts from their boyfriends so they can sleep at ease. I show them the bathroom, then open the sofa to turn into a bed, then we say good night, Michelle and I go back to our room, the emotions of the day got me really tired, despite the fact that I would dream to continuing to talk to them, like Eline and Luna who were not sleepy, I barely had time to slip under the sheet, that I heard someone knock on my door, and I see Ringo looking at me innocently, wondering if he can sleep next to me, because he's not comfortable in the living room, he promises me to stay well-behaved with a cute little smile, I said yes no worries, butterflies in the stomach knowing very well that it will not stay quietly next to me to sleep... he enters the room and closes the door behind him, I light the bedside lamp, and he slips next to me under the sheet, I can't hide my attraction to him, he knows that I'm completely crazy about him and that I wouldn't resist him, a little voice in my head asks me to resist, not to pass for a slut that sleeps with anybody, and another voice tells me to let me go, because after all we have only one life and not every day the opportunity to make love with the man of my dreams.I then decide to listen to my second voice, I turn slightly to him with the desire to drown in his beautiful deep blue eyes, everything drives me crazy about this man, his eyes, his luscious lips, his voice, his hands wide and manly, his smell, he catches me by the waist and slips closer to him, he strokes my hair, he begins to gently press his lips against mine, and begins to kiss me and stroke my face, then I slide slowly my tongue against his, the kiss becomes more and more languorous and the heat begins to gradually invade me, his hands now stroke my neck, shoulders, arms, he takes me a little more closer in his arms and lifted me up so that I was above him, he caresses me now the back and down to my butt by squeezing me very hard against him, continuing to kiss me, I feel the bump of his erection in his boxer, which makes me even more crazy to desire for him, so I start to rub my crotch against him, and kissing his neck, "you excite me so much (Y / N ) I wanted you all day, with your little sexy dress "" you excite me too Richie, it's been so long that I dream of this moment " "enjoy, my love, I'm all yours" I go down slowly, kissing his chest, then his belly, to get to the elastic of his boxer, that I begin to go down gently, revealing his huge member, I had seen several pictures of him that he had looked pretty well equipped, but I had not imagined that it was so big, besides being hot as hell, he had a big dick energy,I start to tease him by gently sucking his cock, and wrapping my hands on what could not fit in my mouth, "you do it so well (Y / N)," he said with a slight moaning, he stroke my hair at the same time and his breathing was faster and faster, suddenly he pushed me gently, "I also want to please you love, he made me go up against him and this time put me back on the back and him on me, he removed my tank top, then my shorts, leaving me bare breasts, there remained only my mini thong to hide my privacy, "you are so gorgeous (Y / N) you have so beautiful tits, and what is this tiny knickers, I've never seen that in my life " " it's a thong, but it doesn't exist yet at your time "" damn, women from 2019 are so much sexier, "he said stroking my tits, he began to kiss my neck, then went down to my breasts by massaging them and gently sucking nipples I could not help but moan while trying to make as less noise as possible, he began to gently remove my thong while continuing to kiss my body passionately, "what a sweet little pussy totally shaved, that too doesn't exist in 1962, can i taste you, honey?" i nod whil i bit my lips.

I thought I fainted with pleasure to each contact of his mouth and his tongue and the warmth of his breath on my clit, I didn't take too long to cum, grabbing the sheet, and forcing me not to groan too loud. he then went up to my mouth, kissing me tenderly, then he drew back his face and took my head between his hands, staring me in the eyes, his eyes were almost black, so his pupils were dilated by the pleasure and the need, he began to get inside me gently, "fuck, (Y / N) your pussy is so tight, I feel so good in you" I had never experienced such a sensation of pleasure and harm in my life, as his cock was huge and hard, he began to move slowly still staring me straight in the eyes, I wrapped my legs around his hips, to feel him deeper in me,he began to move his hips faster and faster, and each of his thrusts, made me reach heaven, I shouted his name by moaning louder and louder, I didn't care if other people in the house heard me or not, the bedhead o beat against the wall, while he pounded me on the mattress, stimulated by my first orgasm, I felt that the 2nd wasn't far, begging my lover with all my strength, "please Richie, don' t stop, I'm close" "i won't leave you, love" so he continued to fuck me harder and harder as I was cumming, a wave of electricity ran through my body from head to toes, he didn't take long to enjoy at his turn, while moaning my name, "oh fuck, (y / m) I felt his cum spread in me, he kissed me for a long time, when he take off his lips of mine, I couldn't help but tell him "I love you Richie" he replied by kissing my forehead "I love you too (y / n)" then he collapsed next to me, I huddled against his chest, and he hugged me tightly, stroking my hair. After taking his breath, he told me that he was happy to have met me, but sad at the thought of having to leave me to go home in 1962, then he asked me, "And if it was possible would you come with me? " "You don't even imagine how happy I am to have you close to me Richie, I prefer your era than mine, I never felt in my place, but here I also have my family that I would never see again, if im going with you, and besides you, Paul, John and George, I wouldn't know anyone, so I don't know what to do, if it was possible, let's see at first what this scientist wants to tell us tomorrow.Let's try to sleep a bit, a long day is waiting for us tomorrow."

we kiss each other one last time before we fall asleep in each other's arms.

[askjennie]

I messaged you about a month ago about my boyfriend "going on a break with me" because of his depression. Im not sure if you remember but basically he cut off all contact with me and when I tried to reach out to him all he would tell me is life sucks and he wouldn't answer my texts half the time. I decided to leave him alone and didn't message him anymore. I pretty much told myself he wanted nothing to do with me. Well its been 6 weeks since the break and he messaged me yesterday saying 1/2

Continued: hi and asking how things are. He did tell me he took a personal day from work that day because he feels so down and that he still feels really down, but then he also tried to have a convo with me about podcasts we would listen to and tv shows we would watch. He did tell me to come over and I texted back saying “i can’t tell if your joking or not” and he said “me too” so that was a bit confusing. Then this morning he texted me first again saying he got an internship by my house and again 2/3engaged in small talk. Im SO confused by all this. I was convinced he was done with me but now he’s making an effort to talk to me again?? What does this mean in terms of his feelings and the break he took with me? I really want to ask him all that but its the first time since september that we’ve actually had a decent conversation and I dont want to scare him off and demand answers regarding our relationship right away. I want to get back with him more than anything, but I dont want to ¾appear desperate, or ask him when he’s feeling horrible and cause more stress and maybe ruin our chances of ever getting back together. Im not sure what the best route is to go in terms of getting back together. 

Jennie: I’m not sure why you’re considering playing hard-to-get with someone you’re already supposed to be in a relationship with. It’s not ‘desperate’ to say “hey, person who I think is still my boyfriend, what’s with the ignoring me for a month and then coming back just to make small talk? Are we still together or not?”. That’s just normal information to want to find out. 

It feels like you’re tiptoeing around his feelings trying to figure out what will keep him happy, but what would make you happy? Do you want to be in a relationship where you never get to say how you feel because you’re worried about upsetting him or scaring him away? Do you want to be in a relationship with someone who may ignore you for months at a time and never apologise for it? I think it’s time to focus on yourself and start setting your own boundaries. Figure out what you want, and ask for it. If that scares him into never talking to you again, then honestly, I don’t think you were ever going to get back together in the first place. 

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

William/Mark was ostracized the other night

Thats why the news about the non-rapes occurred in Oklahoma news because it was regionally broadcast that it occurred in 1999 by qE2

Before a longer story; I just want to say we understand. And no one blames you nor harbors ill will towards your prior belief of understanding.

I just hope you understand the truth and you welcome him in your community as he wishes to be. I further wish you understand he's a true hero and none of this would happened without him. But if youd like to treat him as a normal person no different than you, then thats great. It is what we prefer most because we want everyone to be treated like kings and queens.

He is my true soulmate and he has had to hide that from me and all that hoopla.

I and a previously legless Abu burned down the eQ2 Okmulgee & Oklahoma buildings she owned while he was in jail over a stolen bike that he did not steal.

Jennifer Landsberry had a clone as did William.

Like he's some planet needle like grass needs to grow on.

eQ2 was not quite able to perfect chest hair back then. It was always like a porcupine. She also didn't know how to not make it grow on clones. She could get the scientists to pick out the eggs without for humans but could never do clones.

Clones come from the prostate and sperm for men and for women, where girls wetness comes from and her ovaries. That's all I'll say. Because she did some crazy after that. And that's way too much information even if no one says they're gonna do that... Its been happening since the 70s but i figured it out in 1984 and 1986 then some one listened in 1994.

So Mark William knew he had a twin But not a clone... Nor did anyone know Jen was a clone. But she was. Then a Stephanie clone kept messing me up and kept me and Mark William apart for enough time for the qE2 to realize she could do more in her plans.

The whole William clone was a mess... He would beat Jen up and she would call me and he would hit her in front of me.

And a whole lot of shit.

And since my real man was in jail and the clones would constantly lie and covet for the qE2... I was lost. And so was all of Okmulgee.

So I came out here to New Mexico. And for the last 19 years I've lived like any lost Okmulgee person. In misery and Hell. Poverty and sadness. Alone but not lonely.

So, i understand believing lies. I wrote William only when I was getting married and pregnant but not after, just 2 baby pictures. Because then i got legally married.

Once after my divorce and told him not to write me if he wanted anything more than pen pals. So he did not respond.

In the last letter i wrote him how escaping jail (with his clone that was arrested for arson) was his choice but how all the cops knew Jen did drops and how the clone had a cell phone and called Jen everyday. And so in legal belief a jury of 10 would 100% decide without discussing that he should be set free. So he should demand a better prison and early release but not parole nor probation. Just release, by the time he was 30 or 40, his choice.

Look at that baby face. He was just a little lamb when they locked him in.

So I did check about 2 years later and he did indeed make two moves and was at a low security prison in 2014.

Alexis Dejoria and William LeGrande began exchanging emails in 2016.

She and Kim Kardashian got him permanently released this summer by paying cash for his release. Which then he turned around and demanded 2x the amount from qE2 and he paid them back exactly what they paid the queen.

He had to promise not to approach me until she was dead. Because i don't approach people or talk to people in like stores unless i see they need help making a purchase or reaching something. Then i offer advise if I know the topic or my arms if i can reach.

And I certainly wouldn't approached him not being aware of clones.

I only found out he was released 6 days ago but i have seen him all in my neighborhood walking around sucking on a lollipop.

Which made me always think "one of us is a sucker but Idk which one of us" because im so used to people following me for different reasons, rapists not wanting to get caught and hiring people to intimidate me, undercover law enforcement, hired hitmen, qE2 I know now, Abus, and all kinds. So I knew he was a follow but how or why i Didn't take my time on.

I would more focus on the times I saw them. I thought that was more important than as to why.

Eventually someone would try to kill me to my face or wouldn't. And if law enforcement did their job, i wouldn't even notice.

So that's why i would count so i could find out how they bypassed security to Kill me to my face. Just in case they did get that far.

So there's a whole ton of his clones under the bunker at my Uncle's. All ready to rip people apart at any time. Of course they're good clones so they have Armageddon protection on top of the qE2 so even Fire don't bother them.

His twin always has a yoyo. And William has always carried an old old yoyo string in his pocket. Until Declan lit it on fire (to prove he was human) after doing karate moves on it. In 2008.

He was fucking lit crazy trying to get the string while JJJR held him back with Matt's help. And I thought it was hilariously funny.

So Declans sub father bought a whole yoyo for William to get the string out of. And Declan made a string ring and bracelet for him.

And he was pleased but was not happy his string was murdered and burnt. So i held his hand although he tried to take it away like i allowed his string to be and I explained "I know how that was the link to your only family" and he wanted to prove his point in loud breath "now now you've proved your point you won't even give me your hand" he slid his hand closer to me but looked away pouty "or even look at me" he slid his eyeball to the corner "now thats better." He wiggled his fingers of his hand i didn't touch "oh now you want me to hold it?!?!" He nodded so I held his fingers "I know how that wa the only link to your family" and he yanked away his hand and turned away to pout. Then sighed and reached deep into his other pocket

"I had two! One for me and one for him!"

"Oh forget it! Now my speech is ruined!"

"Uh no! Im not! Give me the other yoyo!" Said Declan "the other yoyo! I need it! So you can match don't worry about it"

"But I needed two to prove it was -- wait finish your story i bet it was magic..."

"What? Oh. Well Declan burned it for proof you're not a clone, you know after he... Killed it... And So what I was going to continue to say. Honey are you even listening?"

"Shh" he told Declan "let her finish"

"I can't. I need to see little Declans face when i finish, now that you mention it."

"No You don't! I'll be fine!!!"

"Then you'll need a tissue I'll be right back" Declan always turns so no one sees him crying. Just like I do

"Okay as i was saying. Now you have a new family. With us and with--"

His mouth dropped open and he jumped up and ran from where he moved to let Declan size the jewelry to where I stood after dropping his tissue for him on his back like a half sash like George of the Jungle

"I knew it!! I knew it!! That's what he was just saying too!! He said Annie had told him when they were in the room. He wanted to know why you were laughing and why you were happy when he did something bad thats why he made the ring for me! Why do you look so ... Do you want to finish?!? Here measure me!"

"Dec..lan!"

"Oh thank God. I needed that. Wait. I got snot"

"Why do you look so... What? Is it shock??"

"Uh huh" i sunk into the couch and began to cry droplets of tears like rain

"Honey! What's wrong?!"

"Nothing! Every thing is just perfect!!"

Declan gasped and jumped up from his squatted position and gsve me a hug and kiss on the cheek "thanks. I needed that!"

.... See i had been dealing with clones for a few years and a bunch of Declans dad's clones and twins so I was used to people looking familiar. He told me his name was Mark. So I didn't ever realize I was talking to William LeGrande.

He went by Mark because they did like CIA codes to escape. You didn't want to miss your "mark" in their Harriet Tubman land.

And he didn't sleep in my bed.

But I felt more comfortable with him than I did with anyone in my life. Only a bit more than my daughter. Tiny almost unnoticeable amount.

*Declan's soulmate was murdered by an evil clone for punishment for being independent. So Declan's independent ass told me. So I told him i would give him a soulmate because we were both similar thinkers. When he asked. So William got a free pass out and a "regrowth" which they used an injection for. And we made my kid. But inwas drugged then on Xanax so.