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hellfire-state-of-mind · 5 months ago

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don't you worry your pretty little mind

pairing: Dave York x fem!reader

rating: PG for 1 (one) ass squeeze but otherwise just all the fluff

word count: ⁓ 1.3k give or take

warnings: none, i think?? teeny tiny smidge of angst at the very beginning, Dave being an adorable dad, one singular ass squeeze as mentioned above, reader has no physical description besides being called "wife"

a/n: my contribution to @happypedrohours's Charcuterie Board Challenge!! thank you Mel and Sara for putting all of this together 🥰 my pairing was Dave + feta cheese. the event doesn't technically start until Friday but i have another wip scheduled for that day 👀 and i was just too excited to wait to share this. happy belated father's day to our favorite murder daddy 💛

“Honey, have you seen the feta?”

Dave wanders into the kitchen to see your entire top half buried in the open fridge. He laughs at the sight and you whip around with wide eyes.

“Well?”

“It should be right there on the shelf in front of you.” Dave leans on the counter beside you, chuckling again as you dive back in.

“You’re right, it should be. But it’s not.” You slam the door closed and begin pacing around the kitchen, opening various cabinets in a frantic search.

“Sweetheart, it’s not going to be under the sink with the sponges.” Dave tries to reason with you but you’re set on your task. He finally sighs and gently takes your wrist, halting your movement. “Hey, relax. It’s just a stupid plat-”

“David York, I swear to God if you say ‘stupid platter’ one more time, I will hit you over the head with the cutting board,” you threaten only half-seriously. “This is the one thing your mother requested for this party and it’s ruined.”

Dave fights the urge to roll his eyes as you’re already on edge and he knows it would only piss you off even more. “It is not ruined because there’s one thing missing. Look,” he wraps his arm around you and directs you to the center island where your meticulously designed charcuterie board lays out, “there is plenty of food here already. Grapes, olives, bell peppers, pitas and hummus. Carrots and ranch for the girls.” He turns to you and lifts your chin to meet your eyes. “My mother is not going to miss one thing out of all of this.”

You huff despite your appreciation of his attempt to reassure you. “Yes, she will. Because she hates me.” You cross your arms, deflating as Dave scoffs and backs away, rubbing his forehead.

“We’ve been over this. She does not-”

“Yes, she does, Dave! She literally told me herself that I’m the reason you and Carol split!”

“And we both know that couldn’t be further from the truth!”

“Yes! I know that. You know that. But she is convinced that I’m a homewrecker and she’s on a mission to destroy me by nitpicking every single thing that I do.” You match Dave’s stance, rubbing your own forehead to stave off a headache. “I just…she’s your mother, Dave, and I…”

Dave sighs and closes the distance between you again, rubbing your arms soothingly. “I know, baby, I know. I appreciate you wanting to impress her but in the end, it won’t make any difference.” Your head shoots up, brows furrowed in confusion. “I love you. You’re my wife. And nothing my mother says or does is going to change the way I feel.”

You relax at his clarification. Scrunching your eyes closed, you groan in defeat and lean your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. You hold each other for a moment, Dave rubbing your back. Finally, Dave lets out a deep relenting breath.

“But if it really means that much to you, I’ll run to the store and get more.”

You squeeze him tight and peck his lips, a cheesy smile breaking across your face. “Thank you.”

When Dave returns 3 hours later, the kitchen is even more a mess than it was before. It looks like the fridge vomited all of its contents across the counters and dining table. Your charcuterie board, however, still sits untouched in the middle of the island. You’re nowhere in sight.

Dave sets the plastic grocery bag containing your cheesy trophy next to the culinary creation and opens his mouth to call your name, but the doorbell cuts him off. He goes to the door, welcoming in his daughters and ex-wife. Carol bears a tray of brownies and follows Dave to the kitchen while Molly and Alice race upstairs.

Carols lets out a low whistle at the tsunami of food items. “Doing some spring cleaning, Dave?” she jokes.

Dave just shakes his head in exasperation as you enter in from the garage. “I thought I heard the door!” You cross over to give Carol a quick, friendly hug and take the dessert tray from her.

“Baby, what…is all this?” Dave turns in a circle, motioning to the room around him.

You crouch down and rifle through a cabinet for a plate to set out the brownies. “I turned the entire fridge inside-out looking for the feta. No luck.” Standing, you see the grocery bag on the island and gasp delightedly. “You got it! What took you so long, anyway?”

Dave groans and drops his head back tiredly. “You would not believe the trials I endured to find that for you.”

You and Carol laugh at his dramatics. She pats his shoulder and ventures over to the stairs in search of the girls. You round the island and place your hands on his chest. “My hero.”

He looks down at you, smiling at the appreciation in your eyes and pulling you into his arms. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yeah, I am.” You lean up to kiss him and he happily accepts, cupping your cheek with one hand to deepen it. You pull away slightly to mutter against his lips. “I’ll have to figure out a way to thank you later.”

A rumble emits from deep in Dave’s chest as his other hand slides down to cup your ass, earning a soft squeak from you as he squeezes. “I might have a couple ideas.”

You pull apart from each other as a shout from upstairs warns the impending arrival of Molly and Alice. You unpack the cheese and begin slicing it as the thunder of small feet spills down the stairs and into the kitchen. Dave steps forward and catches Alice in his arms as she runs in, followed closely by her sister, lifting her with an exaggerated groan as she squeals in excitement. “You’re getting too big for me, baby girl.”

You laugh and smile fondly at Dave interacting with his daughters. Carol enters and quietly offers to help you arrange the platter, careful not to interrupt the heartwarming scene in front of you. You start handing her pieces of cheese as Molly walks over and plops her chin on the countertop with a disappointed huff. “Awww, you found it.”

You scrunch your eyebrows and look up at her. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“I hid the cheese, but you found it anyway.”

This catches Dave’s attention as he looks over, putting his hands on his hips in a typical dad stance. “Where did you hide it, Mol?”

The young girl crosses to the fridge but opens the door to the freezer instead. She digs to the back of the bottom drawer and emerges with a rock-solid brick of feta cheese. “Right here.”

Carol’s jaw falls open in surprise. You press your lips together, stifling a laugh. Dave stutters out, “W-why…why would you put it there?”

Molly shrugs, unconcerned. “Because it’s gross and I didn’t want it.”

You burst into a fit of giggles at the innocent statement and Alice joins in. Carol simply sighs and drops her head in exasperation before devolving into soft laughter as well. Dave, meanwhile, still stands with his hands on his hips, blinking repeatedly as he tries to comprehend his daughter’s words.

He finally looks over at you incredulously and you try to smother your amusement for his sake, but the look on his face is too priceless and only makes you laugh even harder.

“Happy Father’s Day?”

#happypedrohours #the hellfire texts #dave york #dave york fanfiction #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x female reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters

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astaroth1357 · 2 years ago

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My Incredibly Spoiler Heavy Thoughts on Nightbringer

TURN BACK IF YOU HAVE ANY INTEREST IN PLAYING THE GAME AT ALL. I MEAN IT.

Hello. I have completed all 10 lessons on the Normal difficulty. These are my thoughts:

First, a disclaimer. All of this is my opinion. If you feel differently about a character or plot point, that's fine. This is all just as I see it.

Holy hell, I love the setup here so damn much. The Nightbringer story so far is truly more than just a rehash of the OG plot, largely because of all the small stuff that keeps happening in background. Yes, we're befriending the brothers again, but we don't know WHY. Why are we in the past? Who sent us there? What do they want from us, or... what do they want out of somebody else?? 👀 I have to hand it to the writers for coming up with this premise, it's soild. Will they stick the landing...? We'll see.

The New! (Old) Cast

Lucifer:

Whelp, Luci is being colder to us than ever... But far more openly involved with his brothers than we saw previously. You can really tell that this is fresh off of the War and he's just trying his best to keep everybody corralled and (somewhat) comfortable.

He still holds onto his Celestial Realm prejudice against demons, so he doesn't trust MC at all which is an interesting turn on the dynamic from before. As a human, Lucifer saw us as weak and insignificant so he didn't give us much time of day. But as a "demon," and someone more knowledgeable about the Devildom than himself, he has to suck it up and rely on MC even if he wants them to stay away.

By the end of Lesson 10, it's safe to say whatever trust he had in MC is going to be shattered. MC has talked their way out of a lot, but even Dia looks shaken by their abilities this time... I'm curious to see if they can reestablish a relationship with him when he was already keeping them at arms length to start with.

Mammon:

Ah, Mammon... Once simp, forever a simp across time and space. Bless him. I guess he's just doomed to always fall first when it comes to MC. It DOES NOT take long for him to be down bad even if you don't romance him specifically (I would know because I'm trying to stay mono-Levi this go around).

Aside from his tsundere-ness, though, we do get a look into more of his insecurities. I find an interesting pattern developing in him where he just tends to latch onto a person and follow them unfailing. He did that with Lucifer before the Fall, he didn't even think about the consequences before going through with it. You could see him doing much the same with MC. I think it stems from a lack of confidence in himself and his own abilities, constantly relying on others to guide him through big decisions and provide him with validation. Add another poor thing to the list...

Leviathan:

I swear to God, the devs realized that Levi's charm lies in his pathos, so they went out of the way to make him EVEN MORE pathetic than normal. I still love him for it, of course. But seriously, Levi starts out practically afraid of his own shadow when the story starts. It makes sense, Levi would have probably one of the more negative impressions of demons of the seven, having fought them head on. He was a shut in before the War and now he's even more terrified to leave the house, let alone his room... (I can't be the only one who's wondering how the hell Dia's going to look at him and go, "Ah yes! I see Admiral material right there!" right?)

I do like that the writers took the time to show that he's one of the more empathetic brothers, right alongside Asmo and Beel, even if he's bad with people. Levi is quick to sympathize with beings and creatures who don't fit in and it's always very sweet to see. I also guess that Simeon wrote TSL in secret or after the War? You think he would know of it at least having lived so long with the author... Anyway. I digress.

There's a lot of... small things around Levi that I think hint at the inner feelings of the brothers, though (of all seven of them, he has the WORST poker face I swear). I may touch on those in another post because I need time to gather my thoughts on how it all connects there... Anyway, he's still my favorite and I'm going to try to see if there's any truth to this "you get a deeper connection if you stick to one brother" thing. Wish me luck.

Satan:

Okay, load your guns now because I think Satan is the real star of the show here. They're actually pulling way more than the "He's mad because he's seen like Lucifer" card. We're at a point where Satan doesn't even consider himself associated with the brothers AT ALL. That means something and has consequences on the story. He didn't even go with them to check on Beel, despite having enough fire power that he could have probably helped a lot.

Now before someone goes screaming at me that they've devolved him into comic relief, I'd first like to ask what did you think he was going to be? OG Satan told us himself that he used to feel nothing but anger. He's going to be pissed, irrational, and violent. He's Wrath.

What truly they're giving us under all of that is a look into a vulnerable guy who doesn't know anything about the world around him and is trying to pick it up on his own because his brothers can't (and maybe won't) teach him. They keep chaining him up (which I hate btw) and talk about him like he's a beast. But it's partially because they're such terrible communicators that he flies off the handle so often to begin with.

Satan is more alone than really anybody else is the Devildom. His brothers already have all this history together and memories shared during their time as angels, stuff he has no context for and could never experience himself. He's still an outcast among demons for his association with them, despite being a fully fledged demon in his own right, and he doesn't know why he has to be linked to them because he barely knows them anyway. He's taking baby steps to understand the world, but when he goes to his brothers to ask questions they lampshade him for even having clear thoughts. All they see him as is a roaring beast. This version of Satan is fascinating to me. How does he start here and end up the eloquent, emotionally-controlled bookworm with a planet's worth of connections? I gotta know!!

Asmodeus:

They FINALLY started giving Asmo his proper flowers! I still think it could have been more, but he's gotten way more depth than he had before. I know that Asmo part technically involved MC's input the least out of all of the brothers, but I think that was by design.

Asmo is a surprisingly introspective individual under his urge to perform. MC didn't have to give much input because he just didn't need as much. He knows himself very well (unlike some of the others). He's an emotionally intelligent guy who can sort out his own inner problems and remain empathetic enough to want to help his brothers in his own way. I wanted to hear more from this side of Asmo, honestly, but the game seems to make it clear that he's content with his spot of being the family's brightest smile. I hope it makes more appearances as we go on.

Beelzebub:

This one is tricky, because lesson 10 leaves off on a cliffhanger related to Beel... So I think Beel's feelings will have more consequences than the other brothers' on the story. Most of all that we see of Beel is, unfortunately, him being hungry or off being wholesome with Belphie but lesson 10 did give us some eye-openers regardless.

First, apparently if he flies off the handle, Beel is quite the challenge to handle. It takes Dia himself to restrain him, which is pretty insane for the sixthborn in the line-up. It's possible some outside magic is cranking up his power somehow, but we won't know until the next lessons are out.

Secondly, I find it very interesting that Beel's "heart-to-heart" moment with us is being saved for last... It was definitely the most surprising one of the secrets in the teasers (in my opinion). Beel and Belphie are glued to the hip and share everything together so for him to have a secret "not even Belphie" knows is pretty shocking. I hope it's not just that he saved Belphie instead of Lilith since we all already know that. It'd be a pretty cheap pay off to all this buildup... Not that I haven't been disappointed before or anything.

Belphegor:

Similar to Beel, Belphie doesn't get much attention until the end and it isn't much that we haven't heard before, unfortunately. You kind can't blame them, since plumbing out Belphie's inner trauma about the War was the entire climax of the first game. It's nothing we don't already know. That being said, I think there's some more interesting things that are being said about Belphie or left unsaid by the others that I find more fascinating to keep track of.

TLDR, I think there's some weird distancing going on between Belphie and the others. It doesn't seem super apparent, but Levi dropped some weird bombshells early on and I can't help but notice how he just never seems to be without Beel. Those two are close, yeah, but in this game they're practically a unit. I'm pretty sure Belphie is using Beel as a security blanket of sorts. He's also the ONLY one to mention Lilith in any great detail. Unsurprising, but it's worth noting that the others haven't really brought her up despite it (supposedly) starting the War.

Diavolo:

Somebody give this guy a vacation and a raise... So apparently, the brothers were cast down, the old King took one look at them and counted to seven, then conked out. Now our boy has to rule the kingdom. He's... the same really. As far as I can tell. You can really see how much he's taken to the brothers' antics though, which checks out in the other game too.

WAAAY more fascinating to me is apparently there's some kind of body called the House of Lords who think that Dia is too young for the job. What's the House of Lords?? Who are they? Are they like a council or advisory board...? Or is this a UK setup? Is there a Parliamentary board?? I dunno, could just be my Poli Sci talking but I'm now so lost on how the Devildom operates now...

Barbatos:

Oh my God, if there is any character I could live vicariously through, it was Barbs here. For whatever unnamed reason he is NOT having any of Solomon's shit right now and I'm living for it. Setting my delight aside, we don't get to see very much of him and what we do see doesn't really differ from the norm, which only makes his detest all the more shocking.

Through Barbs, we also see just how potent the power of the pacts can be when Solomon summons him and more or less forces him to do as he says. Nothing seems to stop him from retaliating after the fact, as he sent Solomon off who knows where, but seeing that kind of power wielded over a being who's almost unattainable to us is... Well. I feel bad for Asmo.

Simeon:

There's a lot to unpack with Simeon... and a lot of it is in the stuff that goes unsaid. First, I already found it strange that he didn't seem surprised to see Satan in the House. Or if he was, he didn't say it or bother introducing himself which is... telling for a guy like Simeon. He's back to being Luke's minder in front of demons, but I can't help but notice that he doesn't do much to counter Luke's tirades. He only indicates that it's impolite to say them, so he may still harbor the very same feelings.

Simeon and Lucifer have something of a heart to heart together that they never would in the OG title where Simeon admits his biggest regret. It isn't that he didn't follow Lucifer, as we might think, but that he doesn't feel like did enough to reach out to him before he made his decision. Lucifer dispells this, but I think it goes to show that Simeon stands behind his decision to stay and that it was the better option. Lucifer also confront Simeon on why he didn't take a high position (seraph) and instead settled for archangel. It's left open ended what his real motives for that would be, but I suspect that it has something to do with Simeon's troubling streak of going against the grain, even in subtle ways. Or he has too much anger about what happened to accept taking Lucifer's old position.

I found it interesting how easily these two seemed to talk about intimate topics together here where Lucifer barely even acknowledges Simeon's attempts to reach out in the OG story. I wonder what may have happened to sour their relationship so severely...?

Luke:

Luke the Racist Chihuahua returns!! Okay, I'm being a little mean but he's pretty much just self-righteous little kid the whole way through. I will admit, it is a little funny that the person who came up with the nickname was actually Lucifer. I think it's now retconned and confirmed that Luke and the brothers never knew each other before the Fall... though Luke seems to know OF their former selves in some capacity. I could be misinterpreting things though.

The Rat Bastard Solomon:

I swear to God this was me playing through the whole game tied to this guy.

He's lying. A lot. Constantly. And it pisses me off to no end. I was wondering why things he was saying and the stuff he was doing weren't lining up and OF COURSE it's because he's either working his own agenda or being outright deceitful. I hate him so much, y'all, you don't even know...

That aside, as an impartial observer Solomon is pulling a lot of work to support MC and you can TELL how down bad he is for them, which actually has significance for the plot I think. He's keeping them in the dark about something, but considering his feelings I say we can at least be charitable and assume it isn't to hurt them or cause them any suffering... intentionally. He's also as unscrupulous as ever, considering how he ordered a very angry Barbs around and more or less took advantage of a life or death situation to make a pact with Asmo.

So. At the end of the lessons, we're reintroduced to the mysterious Nightbringer. The character who actually sent us back in time at the start of the game. Yeah, it wasn't Barbatos... probably. At least not our reliable neighborhood butler anyway. They seem to be different entities but I THINK they might share some connection....

I have to wonder who disguised MC when they first arrived. The marketing made it seem like it would be Solomon but the marketing has been hit or miss on actual accuracy about the game we're seeing. If it was Solomon, then he had to have known where the MC was before he called. If it was Nightbringer then... well actually. We need to touch on that first.

Nightbringer:

Now, much of this is just me speculating so take things with a grain of salt. Nightbringer's name is blocked out, but it seems like it identified itself to us in the beginning before sending us to the past. It appears like it wants something from Solomon.... to fully corrupt him maybe? And it's using MC as leverage against him.

I suspect that all of the weird stuff that has been happening is tied to its meddling in some way, but to what end is unclear... Sending Levi and MC into TSL, tricking Asmo then trying to feed everyone to a spider, and, likely, whatever is going on with Beel. I can't tell if it's trying to push MC and the brother's closer together, or just making vaguely comical attempts at homicide by fictional characters, spider, and Gluttony incarnate.

The situation with Adam does give us a hint into its nature. It appears to be some kind of dark, trickster being that gives a person what they desire, but never the way they intended. A walking monkey's paw, if you will. Solomon says that Nightbringer made him what he is today, so perhaps he worked under it or is simply under the influence of one its "deals." Their relationship is adversarial, though. When they're speaking, they talk about the two supernatural sides, Angel and Demon, and Nightbringer seems to want to force Solomon to make a choice between them. Lose his humanity, maybe?

I'm not quite willing to say that Nightbringer is a demon just yet, at least not one of the ones we normally encounter. Something about it seems... older. More powerful than that. But we'll have to wait for more info.

My crackpot theory?

Solomon has made a deal with Nightbringer in order to go back in time and do... something. He's after something. Nightbringer agreed, but dragged MC along as collateral for Solomon to get it done within a certain amount of time or makes sure he honors his part of the bargin. Barbatos knows this, either because he is linked to in some way to Nightbringer or saw it happen in the doorway, and is disgusted by his actions but unable to speak about it due to the pact. Or, you know. That's our present Barbie also dragged along for the ride and he's pissed that he's been essentially hijacked and taken away from present Diavolo, but forbidden to speak about it.

#i may do ONE LAST analysis post #over my speculation #and just weird stuff I saw #but after that #it’s back to the normal content #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me nightbringer #obey me analysis #obey me nightbringer analysis #om spoilers #omn spoilers #obey me spoliers #obey me nb spoilers #obey me nighbringer spoilers

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adrealucia · 4 months ago

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THE BIRTHMARKS 👀💞 LOOK AT THEM HEHDJJDJSJ-

Could you possibly write something fluffy about Sean's s/o showing love to his birthmarks, like kissing them or tracing over them with their finger?? I think it'd be adorable 😭✋️

THIS- I AM SERIOUSLY GOING TO SUE YOU FOR THIS anyways I decided to write this one gender-neutral <33 hope you and everyone else enjoys this as much as I did 🫶 btw I swear this is sfw but it mentions unbuttoning a shirt

Sean stood by the window, the evening sunlight casting a warm glow on his skin. His partner watched him for a moment, admiring the way the light accentuated his features, especially his birthmarks. Each one was unique, a testament to his individuality, and they loved every one of them.

"Hey," Sean said softly, noticing the affectionate gaze directed his way.

"Hey yourself," his partner replied with a smile, moving closer. They gently took his hand and guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. Sean's heart fluttered as he felt their tender touch, the warmth of their hand spreading through him like a comforting wave.

His partner's fingers traced the outline of a small, coffee-colored birthmark on his forearm. The sensation was gentle, almost ticklish, but filled with so much love that it made his breath hitch. They leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the mark, then another, and another, moving slowly up his arm.

"Your birthmarks are like constellations," they whispered, their voice full of adoration. "Each one tells a story, and I love every single one of them."

Sean's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and warmth. He had always been self-conscious about his birthmarks, but his partner's affection made him see them in a new light. Their gentle touches and tender kisses made him feel like every mark was a cherished piece of art.

They continued their journey, tracing and kissing each mark they encountered. As they moved to his shoulder, they paused and looked into his eyes. "You're perfect, you know that?"

Sean's heart swelled. "I don't know about perfect, but...thank you. It means a lot."

His partner's lips found another birthmark, this time just below his collarbone. "Every mark is a part of you, Sean. And I love all of you."

They slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more of his skin to the warm light and their loving gaze. With each exposed birthmark, they repeated the same ritual: a gentle trace with their finger, followed by a soft, lingering kiss. Their touch was reverent as if they were honoring a sacred map etched on his skin.

Sean lay back on the bed, his partner following him, continuing their tender exploration. They reached a birthmark on his chest, just above his heart. They paused, placing their hand over it, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "This one," they said softly, "this one is my favorite. It’s right over your heart, where I can feel how much you love me."

Tears pricked at Sean’s eyes. He had never felt so seen, so valued. He reached up, cupping his partner’s face, his thumb gently brushing their cheek. "You make me feel so loved," he whispered. "Thank you for seeing me."

They smiled, leaning down to kiss him tenderly on the lips, their bodies pressed close together. "Always, Sean. I will always see you and love every part of you."

As the evening light faded into night, they continued to hold each other, their bond growing stronger with each whispered word and each gentle touch. Sean knew, without a doubt, that his partner’s love was unconditional, and for the first time, he felt truly beautiful, every birthmark a symbol of the love they shared.

#life is strange 2 #sean diaz #lis2 #lis2 sean #lis2 sean diaz #sean diaz fluff #sean diaz sfw #sean diaz birthmarks #sean diaz x reader #sean diaz x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #life is strange #fluff

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sadhours · 1 year ago

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gosh ok bestie I wonder when ur gonna hate me for always being here but I can’t help it.

imagine dom billy wakes up horny, and fucks you from behind as he’s spooning you-drilling his cock in and out chasing high. It’s so rough and you love it- you can’t help but moan so loudly to which billy grabs onto you and tells you to shut up because they’re not alone in the house. He’s just using you at this point for his relief. At one point you start crying because it feels so good and he’s all in your ear like -‘fuck. you’re crying?’ And somehow manages to go even faster moaning in your ear. Inspired by this below ☺️

I’m a lil embarrassed I didn’t even realize I had written that until like just now 👀 I was like ugh I love that who wrote that let’s credit them and then I reread it a couple times and I was like oh shit that was me 🙄

Anyways I love you! Here’s this :)

It’s the smell of your hair and skin that triggers it. His nose is shoved into the mess of as he spoons you from behind. Billy woke up maybe ten minutes ago, but he wasn’t really awake. He was drifting in and out, nuzzling against the crook of your neck when he inhales deeply. The sleepy scent of you is one of his favorites, right up there with the salty air at the beach. Usually, it’s a comforting smell as it tries to lure him back to sleep. But this morning, it makes his dick twitch and he actually feels a little feral, going in for another breath of it.

He gropes your hip while he rolls his against your ass. The sensation stirs you, a sweet hum coming from your throat as you turn to look up at him.

“Morning,” you purr, voice a tad scratchy with sleep and Billy thinks you sound so sexy.

“Mhm,” he kisses your jaw and grinds against you again, “Need you.”

His words go straight to your cunt, thighs tingling as you grow wet. It’s what’s so lovely about him; the way he makes you feel so desired. Never in your life have you felt so god damn good about yourself. Not until you met Billy.

“Take me, then,” you plead softly.

You ain’t gotta tell him twice. He moves his hand between your bodies, pushing his briefs to his ankles and kicking them off. Next, his hands pull your flimsy tank top over your breasts and he gives them a squeeze for good measure. Can’t help himself, really. Finds himself grabbing you whenever he gets the urge. He loves the way you act embarrassed about it in public but your body always melts into it, enjoying it just as much as he does. Billy makes quick work of your panties and then grabs your thigh, angling your leg up so you’re open for him.

He smoothes his hand over your ass before rubbing his fingers against your leaking hole. A devious chuckle bordering on a moan leaves his lips as he soaks his fingers in your slick.

“Such an eager slut for me,” he purrs.

Before you can reply, he’s shoving his cock inside your pussy. A low groan escapes him and you let out a little squeal. Billy pounds into you relentlessly, rough and quick thrusts that force your eyes wide before they’re rolling back in your head. It’s an otherworldly bliss. You swear his cock was made just specifically for you; it reaches exactly how deep you need and the slight curve of it angles his tip perfectly against your g-spot. In fact, Billy’s the only person who’s ever made you climax from penetration alone. You seriously didn’t even know it was possible.

His fingernails dig into the skin of your hip as he jackrabbits into you. Your body jerks back and forth with his movements and the bed springs squeak rhythmically. He’s so rough, his face scrunches up in pleasure as he grunts with it. Billy’s pretty damn pornographic and it only makes your cunt that much more soaked, you can hear the squelch of it but it’s more arousing than disgusting. Just evidence of how carnally you want him. Billy’s hips snap against you even harder and you can’t help the loud moan erupting from you.

He grabs hold of your face and looks down at you, “Shut the fuck up. You wanna wake everyone up with that little whore mouth of yours?”

You almost want to say yes, it feels so fucking good you don’t care who hears and a part of you wants everyone to know what he can do to you. But, more than anything to want to please this man, want to be the best good girl for him so you bite your lip and try to keep it down. It’s a struggle though, the drag of his thick length against your clenching walls is excruciatingly delicious. Billy fucks you dumb, drool pooling at the corner of your lips as you meet his gaze with big, shiny eyes.

The position is a little strenuous, you’re almost on your stomach but your neck is craned up to look at him. But you don’t dare complain, can’t fathom him stopping for even a second to throw into whatever position he wants. The sound of skin slapping together is loud, he’s really fucking into you at breakneck speed. Billy’s essentially using you for his release at this point, pushing you hard into the mattress but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re more than happy to be his little fuck toy, a vessel for his pleasure. It’s so demanding yet satisfying that tears begin leaking from your eyes.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, still holding onto your jaw, “you’re crying.”

It excites him, spurs him even further and he lowers his face down to yours. His thrusts accelerate, force even harder as he drills into your aching cunt. You can’t hold it in any longer, you let out a sob while he moans into your ear.

“Billy! Billy, Billy!” you cry out, whining and moaning. You’re clenching around his cock, it’s too much but too amazing to stop. You need this like you need air.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, moving his hand to grab at your tits. “Feels so good your crying, huh baby?”

“So fucking good,” you whine out, “Billy… gonna cum.”

He groans lowly, “Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl. Give me what I want.”

You spasm around his cock, urged by his words, by the permission. It rips another sob from you, then a slew of loud moans, surely waking your roommates.

“Fuck, fuck,” he whimpers, pushing you fully into your stomach while he thrusts in and out you faster, the slick from your orgasm making it easier. He cums inside you with a guttural moan, collapsing his weight on to your back while he pants in your ear. You can’t imagine a better way to wake up.

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Being Karasuno's Manager:

Yaku Falls for Miss Manager

Yaku Morisake featuring Nekoma and Karasuno x Female Manager

Warnings: light swearing, fluff

A/N: This is an request from @lilacveiledsea!

Ahh Yn you are one lucky lady

Seriously Yaku 🥰 he’s such a sweetheart

Demon senpai to some but not to our precious Angel Yn

You unfortunately fortunately were the 2nd year manager for our lovely bby crows

Kiyoko didn’t want to leave you alone so she said you should get another manager 😂

Honestly such a caring move

And trust me, you’ll need it

Not only managing the demon first years but our feral second years as well

But it’s all good because these boys adore you so much

Your relationship was strictly platonic with all of them, despite their very visible crush on you

Honestly, you preferred someone a little more… mature?

Sure let’s go with that 😌

So before Yachi joined the crew it was just you and Kiyoko

Dream team honestly

Kiyoko dealt with all the technical things and you, well you dealt with the children

You and Daichi were a dream team

Daichi was the hard ass disciplinarian and YN was out sweet, consoling angel

“HEY DORKS CUT THAT OUT!” Daichi would scream

“Please be careful! We don’t want you to get hurt!” You’d add

It honestly was so perfect

The atmosphere around Golden week was so exciting

The boys were ready to face their unknown rivals, Nekoma

This was the first time they would be facing Nekoma so everyone was fired up

When you arrived, Kiyoko took care of monitoring the children while you began to gather the water bottles

The crew was talking with Nekoma, Daichi and Kuroo being BeStIeS 🤪

Tanaka and Yamamoto being weirdly twin like and Asahi being the scary, non-scary person scaring all the children

You noticed Suga was talking with someone who looked to be the Libero of Nekoma

You didn’t really have a chance to look at him because you were busy carrying things

BUT 👀 trust when I say he definitely saw you

The sunshine’s on your beautiful hair, you started to glow and Yaku absolutely fell in love

You smiled as Ennoshita offered to help you, Yaku becoming jealous that the smile wasn’t for him

“She’s cute right?” Suga interrupted his thoughts 🙃

“Uhh yeah, who is she?” Yaku questioned, eyes still watching you

“She’s our second year manager AND she’s single,” wing man Suga says

“Good to know,” Yaku says as you walk into the gym

Inside is when you first noticed Yaku watching you

You noticed how cute he was and you blushed when your eyes met his

Suga 👉🏻👀 📝

Kiyoko 👉🏻😐😳😏

team work makes the dream work 💅

“Hey YN why don’t you ask Nekoma if they need help with their water bottles?” Kiyoko suggests as your eyes widen

“O-ok,” you say, turning to head over to them

Nekoma watches you approach

Kuroo smirks

Yamamoto faints

And Yaku, Yaku stares 👁️👄👁️

“Hey, umm I’m YN and I was wondering if you needed help with the water bottles?” You as ask Coach Nekomata nodded and thanked you

Inuoka was just about to ask if you needed help when Yaku spoke up

“ILL HELP!” He may have yelled a little louder

Kai and Kenma 👉🏻👀👀

Kuroo 👉🏻🤨😏

You 👉🏻😳 ok-

Please he was so cute!

“Here let me carry those for you,” Yaku says as you nod

Kiyoko, Suga and Kai 👉🏻😍😍😍

“Is it just me or is Nekoma’s Libero hitting on Yn?” Daichi asks

Tanaka and Noya 👉🏻🔥👄🔥

Meanwhile-

“Thank you so much for helping me,” you blush as you continue to fill water bottles

“Call me Morisuke please,” Yaku says with a smile

“Thank you Mori,” you say

Yaku dies 😫

As you walk back to the gym, you enter and EVERYONE is looking at you

“Uhh what happened?” You ask Yaku

Yaku 👉🏻😐😑

Please he knows what’s going on

“It’s nothing Yn, they literally are all just sharing one braincell and it’s not functioning right now,” he says as you giggle a little

Yaku 👉🏻 💀

While you observed the game, you continued to sneak glances at Yaku

He didn’t pay much mine but again he was in the game but during timeouts 👀 Yaku would practically stare at you

You blushed as Tanaka and Noya growled

“Knock it off!” You said smacking their heads, “don’t ruin this for me!”

The team 👉🏻😐😳

“Dang Yn and Daichi did a switch,” Yamaguchi said as Tsukki nodded

After the game, Suga and Yaku talked while Noya stared at Yaku

“You are an excellent Libero, even if you are annoying when you stare at OUR Yn,” he says as he runs away

“Ignore him! YN doesn’t belong to anyone,” Suga adds

Yaku nods as he looks over to you as you help clean up

As the boys are prepared to leave, Yaku says ‘it’s now or never’

He runs to you, as you stop and stare

“YN can I have you phone number?” Yaku asks as you smile and nod

“I’d like that!”

Yaku literally swoons as you type your number into his phone

“I’ll text you later!” Yaku yells as he runs back to the team and waves to you

Suga and Kiyoko 👉🏻🥹 our baby is growing up

You smile ad you walk back to your team who are all watching you

“Please don’t make this weird?” You groan as you get on the bus and the team follows asking you a million question

What you don’t realize is Yaku is going through the same thing

Yet he doesn’t regret getting your number, quickly going to text you

“Hey Yn it’s Mori 🙂”

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Twenty-Three: E Pluribrus Unum (Bonus Scene)

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 3,169 Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, steve getting his ass kicked, steve and robin being drugged, italics is steve hearing liv's commentary, tiniest bit of foreshadowing 👀 ?, non-canon hallucinations (not mentioned in story after this), Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! Y'all voted for a bonus scene, and I'm here to deliver! Main focus is Steve and Robin's scenes. If you like this bonus scene, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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As soon as Liv, Dustin and Erica were out of sight, Robin and I were flung through the air to the wall next to us at the door being shoved open. Once we got our bearings, we raised our hands, Russian guards standing in front of us with their guns drawn. Ahh, crap.

They hauled us to our feet, essentially dragging us to separate rooms. My only thought as they kept asking me questions and punching me when I gave them my answers was that I was super glad Liv wasn’t here to hear or witness this. She’d be losing her shit.

As they punched me in the face, yet again, I groaned in pain, again thankful that Liv wasn’t here to try and kick the shit out of these Russian assholes. After we confessed our love to each other, my need to protect her increased tenfold. I’m sure her need increased, as well.

Feeling blood dripping from my mouth, I groaned, “That one stung,” before gasping for air.

What I’m guessing is the main head honcho for these buttwipes asked, “Who do you work for?”

“For the millionth time, I work at Scoops Ahoy!” Bringing my head up, I breathed out, “Scoops Ahoy,” doing my best to gear up for the next hit to the face… that didn’t happen. That hit went to my stomach, a pained groan coming from my throat before I yelled out, “What the hell?! ”

Bending over, I said, “Look at my outfit! Look at my outfit! My girlfriend might think it’s hot, but look at it! You think I just wear this?! Think I’m a spy in a sailor’s uniform?” Another punch to the stomach.

I can hear Olivia now saying, “You assholes! I’m gonna kill you!” or “I’ll take his place!” while struggling against another guard.

With a stone face, the head honcho asked with an uninterested tone, “How did you get in?”

Gasping for breath, I was bent over as I grunted, “I already told you,” before sitting up to say, “I told you before.” I gasped for air again, hearing Liv’s voice in my head saying, “Lie again,” before repeating my words from earlier. “My delivery didn’t come, and my friends and I, we thought that it was left at the loading dock, so we went into the room, and it tuuurrrrned into an elevator, and then…”

“You have to be a better liar, Steven,” her voice said.

“And then we dropped and then next thing we know, I open my eyes and we’re in this… wonderful facility.”

“Oh my god. Shut up, Steve.”

“But I swear to God, nobody knows about us, nobody saw us. You could just let us go, alright? And I’m not gonna tell anybody about this, okay? Shit happens, life goes on. And uhh… ice-ice cream. Ice cream, okay? You guys know what ice cream is.”

“They’re Russians, not aliens from space, Steven!”

“Everybody loves ice cream. I don’t know if you have Russian ice cream or if that’s considered gelato-”

“That’s Italians, Steve!”

“I don’t know what’s what, but whatever you guys want, seriously. USS Butterscotch, I mean, you gotta try it. It’s out of this world, I’m telling ya!”

Head honcho and the guy that was repeatedly hitting me just started… laughing? So, I joined in, as well. More nervously, of course.

“I like this guy!” Head honcho said. “USS… Butterscotch.” He laughed again, it turning into a chuckle as he bent down a little, resting his hands on his knees.

All I could do was look at him nervously, scared for what was to come next as the room fell quiet.

“Who do you work for?” he enunciated.

Well, shit. “Oh, come on,” I all but whined, eyeing the other guard. “No, no! No, seriously!”

Black was the very next thing that I saw as that douchebag hit me in the face… yet again.

~~~

I don’t remember much else after literally being knocked out, but what I do remember next was waking up to Robin’s voice calling out for help.

“Hey,” I said, groggily. “Would you stop yelling?”

I could feel her relief from just hearing my voice as she said, “Steve! Oh, my god!” before panting out my name. She was leaning back as I was leaning forward as she asked, “Are-are you okay?”

“My ears are ringing, I can barely breathe, my eye feels like it’s about to pop out of my skull, and Liv’s voice is running through my head, but ya’know, apart from that, I’m doing pretty good.”

“Well, the good news is that they’re calling you a doctor,” Robin said.

“Jesus, you two are idiots.”

I looked around the room, which looked liked a… ya’know, a doctors room. “Is this his place of work? I love the vibe.” Robin chuckled as I added, “Charming.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. So, okay,” she said. “Do you see that table over there to your right?”

I turned my head to the left. Don’t ask why.

“Babe. Your other left.”

“No, your other right,” Robin said.

Turning my head to my correct right, she added, “Yeah, okay. Do you see those scissors?”

“Uh-huh,” I confirmed.

“Yeah, well, I think that if we move at the same time, we could get over there, and then maybe I could kick the table and knock them into your lap.”

Picking up what she was putting down, I said, “And I could cut the binds.”

“Yeah, and we could get out of here.”

“Gotcha. Okay, yeah, we can do that.”

“Yeah.”

“Those morons. They left scissors in here?” I asked, turning my head side to side.

“Yeah, morons,” Robin added.

“Total morons,” I added to my own statement, adding with determination, “Okay.”

“Okay, so, on the count of three, we’re gonna hop.”

“O-okay, good, hop on three. I gotcha.”

“Alright. One.. two.. three.”

We both hopped towards the table, a little happy that this plan was actually working. Robin and I counted to three again, our excitement building at the fact that we were almost to the table… and I was almost to the point where I could hug and kiss my girl again.

Counting to three again, we hopped for a third time… only for our fucking luck to bite us in the ass because we ended up falling, our heads towards the table, our feet towards the door.

Robin and I both groaned at our heads and arms hitting the ground before I heard her crying.

“A bunch of fucking geniuses.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t cry. Robin.” Instead of hearing her cry, I heard her… laughing? “Are you laughing?”

She laughed harder before saying, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. It’s just… I can’t believe I’m gonna die in a secret Russian base with Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington. It’s just too trippy, man.”

“We’re not gonna die,” I reassured. “We’re gonna get out of here, okay? Liv wouldn’t let us die anyway. She’d kill every single Russian down here before they could kill us. Just– you gotta let me just think for a second.”

It was quiet for a moment, my thoughts running through my brain before Robin asked, “Do you remember, uhm, Mrs. Click’s sophomore History class?”

I lifted my head, shaking it a little before asking with an annoyingly curious tone, “What?”

“Mrs. Clickity-Clackity,” she said. “That’s what us band dweebs called her.”

Sighing, I pressed my forehead into the floor, remembering when I was an asshole to everyone, the guilt eating at me in this moment.

“It was first period, Tuesdays and Thursdays, so you were always late.”

Even though we weren’t as close during that time, Liv had ended up scolding me more than a few times for always being late. “Goodness, Harrington. Don’t you own a fucking watch?”

“And you always had the same breakfast. Bacon, egg and cheese on a sesame bagel.”

“I know we’re not close anymore, but you could still bring me a freaking sausage McMuffin!” Since Liv scolded me the last time, every Tuesday and Thursday she’d find a Sausage McMuffin in her locker.

“I sat behind you, two days a week for a year,” Robin said. “Mister Funny. Mister Cool. The King of Hawkins High himself. Liv being your Queen.”

“Ugh! Don’t bring that up!”

“Do you even remember me from that class?”

“No.”

I didn’t know what to say because… well, I didn’t remember her. I didn’t care about anyone else or anything during high school. Other than the girls I’d bang, being in basketball and on the swim team, or being with Nancy… or being friends with Liv again.

Robin’s chuckle brought me out of my thoughts before she said, “Of course you don’t. You were a real asshole, ya’know that?”

Feeling incredibly bad, I said sadly, “Yeah, I know.”

“The biggest asshole, babe.”

“But it didn’t even matter,” Robin continued. “It didn’t even matter that you were an ass. I was still… obsessed with you.”

I could hear Liv’s scoff as she said, “Everyone was.”

“Even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular… accepted, normal.”

“If it makes you feel any better, having those things isn’t all that great,” I said, sniffling. “Seriously. Liv can tell you that… even though she… didn’t grow up the same as me.” Taking a deep breath, I sighed it back out as I said, “It just baffles me. Everything that people tell you is important, everything that people say you should care about, it’s all just…” I lightly chuckled before adding, “...bullshit. But I guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?”

“I hope so. I feel like my whole life has been… one big error.”

We both chuckled, a smile crossing my face for the first time since yesterday.

“Yep,” I agreed, a small smile on my face.

“At least it can’t get any more messed up than this,” Robin said.

“Ya’know, I wish I’d known you in Click’s class,” I said.

“Yeah?”

“Really. I do.”

“Olivia humbled you,” Robin whispered.

“Yeah. She did.” I smiled a little, thinking of my girlfriend and how grateful I am of her. How happy I am that she gave me a thump on my head when I needed it most. “Maybe you both could’ve helped me pass the class. Maybe instead of being here, Liv and I’d be on our way to college right now.”

“And I would have no idea that there were evil Russians beneath our feet, and I would happily be slinging ice cream with some other schmuck.”

We chuckled, I guess because we’ve accepted our fate.

“Gotta say, though,” I said. “I liked being your schmuck.”

“Uhm, hello?!”

I chuckled lightly at hearing Liv’s commentary in my head. “So did Liv. It was fun while it lasted.”

“It was.”

Our come to Jesus meeting was over at the sound of the buzzer and door opening. We looked up, seeing the Head Honcho walk in with three other people… and then he chuckled.

“Where were you two going?” he asked, brows raised and arms out to his side for a moment.

“Ugh! Just go somewhere, asswipe. You’re kind of annoying.”

He clicked his tongue before the two guards lifted us up, setting the chairs back on their feet. I could see it now; Head Honcho holding Liv back, struggling to get out of his arms. “Don’t you fucking touch them, Russian bastard!”

Head Honcho bent in front of me again as I felt Robin’s head leaning on my neck as he asked, “Try telling the truth this time, yes?”

“He is, you ignorant freak!”

“It will make your visit with Dr. Zharkov less painful,” he continued, stroking the side of my face.

Again, I could see Olivia struggling in my mind, yelling at the doctor. “Don’t fucking touch him, you sick bastard! I’ll fucking kill you!”

Touching a sore on my chin, I winced, once again, seeing Liv in my mind struggling against the guard, her hair all around her face as she cried in sadness and anger. Head Honcho chuckled again before nodding once to the doctor.

I turned my head to watch him walk around me, a big ass needle in his hand, with blue liquid inside of a small vile. Fear started showing through as I looked at it, saying, “Wait a sec, wait. Hold on. Okay! Wait, wait, wait! What is that thing?”

The ‘doctor’ was standing next to me with the needle gun thing as he said, “It will help you talk.” He grabbed my hair and tilted my head to the side.

“Did you even clean that thing?!” I yelled, before screaming at the needle being punctured into my neck, the liquid seeping into my veins.

~~~

After they had done the same thing to Robin, Head Honcho and his pack of bastards left the room, leaving Robin and I by ourselves for a moment. What was weird was that I couldn’t still see Liv, but not hear her in my mind anymore, my brain feeling more fuzzy than ever, almost like I’d smoked a joint.

Robin moved her head against mine a few times, as I just stared at a spot on the wall, seeing Liv every now and again as she paced in front of me. “I’m gonna kill them. I’m gonna fucking kill them.”

“Honestly, I don’t really feel anything,” I said. “Do you?”

“Really, Steven?”

“I mean, I… I feel fine,” Robin replied. “I feel normal.”

“Yeah, I feel-I feel fine,” I agreed, before slurring, “I kinda feel good,” before we both chuckled.

I wish I could say I actually felt Liv’s hands on my cheeks, but in my mind… I did. “Steve. You’re high as a fucking kite. Keep your mouth closed. Don’t say anything.”

“Wanna know a secret?” Robin asked.

“What?” I asked.

“I like it, too! And I’ve been seeing and hearing Liv!”

“Me, too!” I said, laughing.

“I feel good.”

“Morons! They messed up the drug.”

“Oh… my god.”

“They messed it up!”

As Robin leaned her head back, I tilted mine forward. “Morons,” she said.

Robin and I looked at the door as I loudly said, “Morons!”

“Hey, morons!”

“Moron! Mor–” she said at the same time I said, “Hey!”

“Whoa-oh!” I was still smiling and laughing, closing my eyes for a moment.

“Oh, no. There’s definitely something wrong with us.”

Amused, I said, “Somethin’s wrong.”

“Ya’think! Fucking idiots.”

That damn door buzzer sounded again, but I kind of didn’t care because of how good I felt as the Head Honcho and the Doc walked into the room. What did grab my attention was watching Head Honcho walking around Robin and I on her side just for him to stop and stand in front of me.

I turned my head after looking at him for a moment, watching the Doc mess with his bag at the table. Whatever he sets down makes Robin chuckle a little as he grabs a freaking medical bone saw from his bag.

“Would now be a good time to tell you that I don’t like doctors?” Robin asked.

The image of Olivia hastily walking around to Robin flashed in my mind, her hushed voice saying, “Robin, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll send you to the Upside Down for a full-ass week!”

“Let’s try this again, yes?” Head Honcho said.

I licked the inside of my tongue, feeling to see if it was still there as I nodded and murmured out something while nodding my head.

Without missing a beat, he asked, “Who do you work for?”

“Scoops,” I said, looking at a random spot as Robin chuckled, my own joining. “Scoops Ahoy.”

Robin’s giggles were quiet as he asked, “How did you find us?”

I looked up at him, saying without missing a beat, “Totally by accident,” before lightly laughing… again.

He said something in Russian as I looked down for a moment, picking my head back up at the sound of something being open and closed, the Doc making his way back to us. “What is that shiny little toy?”

“Where are you going with that, Doc?” Robin asked.

Even in my high as a kite state, fear jumped through my body as he brought the clipper looking things to my fingers, grabbing onto my fingernail. “Whoa, whoa, hey, hey. Wait! No! Wait! Wait!”

“There was a code! There was a code! We heard a code!” Robin shouted as I jumped and tried to get away from the Doc.

“Code,” Honcho said, walking around to Robin. “What code?”

“The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. Blah, blah, blah. You broadcast that stupid spy shit all over town, and we picked it up on our Cerebro, and we cracked it in a day. A day! You think you’re so smart, but a couple of kids who scoop ice cream for a living cracked your code in a day, and now, people know you’re here.”

“Who knows we’re here, suchka?”

“Uh, well Dustin and Olivia know,” I said, looking off into space.

“Shut. The fuck. Up.”

“Hey, Steve?” Robin said.

“Yeah, Dustin and Olivia, the Henderson’s, they know.”

“Steve!”

“Dustin and Olivia Henderson,” Honcho said, walking around to stand in front of me. “Is this your small, curly-haired friend? As well as your short, curly-haired girlfriend?”

“Oh, curly-haired. Great hair. Small. Kinda like a ‘fro, yeah,” I said. “Where are they?”

“Oh, they’re long gone, you big asshole.” Little did I know. “And they’re probably calling Hopper, and Hopper’s calling the US Calvary. They’re gonna come in here, commando-style, guns a-blazin’, and kick your sorry asses back to Russia. You’re gonna be two pieces of toast.” With the drugs in my system, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah,” I said, matter-of-factly, before Robin and I laughed, Honcho joining in.

It all stopped at the sound of an alarm going off, all of our heads turning to the door. At the sound of Russian’s yelling, I turned back to Honcho and shrugged my shoulders, as if I were telling him told ya so.

Honcho left the room, telling the Doc to stay put… I guess. I don’t know. I don’t speak Russian. A couple of minutes went by before the door slammed opened, Dustin charging through with a zapping device, putting it against the Doc’s chest.

Olivia and Erica walked in after him, my eyes following all of them before landing on Liv’s, seeing her stand between Dustin and Erica, her eyes on the doc that fell to the ground. She turned to face me, seeing my eye bruised and swollen.

“Hey! Henderson!” I said, excitedly. “That’s… crazy, I was just talking about you.”

Sighing, Liv undid the bonds that were around my arms, hands and legs before putting her hand on my cheek. “What happened to you?”

“Oh, my god,” Robin said.

“Get ready to run!”

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Tolerate it broke me 🙃

I really hope u write a part three with more angst but this time angst on coryo’s part… maybe the reader realizes that coryo is manipulating her in every aspect just like he did on pt 2 when he was crying and then she is just depressed and sad to the point she poison herself 👀 the same poison snow would use… she doesn’t want to be with him anymore yet can’t see a life without him. And it will be like another turning point in coryo’s life where because she died he realizes what he did wrong and is guilty but this turns him more like the evil man we know in the og trilogy and just like Lucy Gray the reader would haunt him for the rest of his life.

:O i like your funny words magic person

Firstly THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKING YOUR TIME TO SUBMIT AN IDEA. Secondly, ooooo how this would hurt in the best way possible. What if we take a nod to shakespeare and have HIM DIE TOO!! nah maybe thats too much death...

seriously tho I really like this idea. I might tweek it a little but I will keep this one in mind when I write. Maybe in the end Coryo goes on another little ramble about love and how he must swear to get married much later when he truly needs a wife only to bare his next heirs (cuz lets be real bro got that misogynistic flare) so they have less time to run away and then he will cry for ages because he realizes, while he didn't truly love the reader as he said he would never love again, he carried about them truly and deeply and the lack of their presence in the house has turned it into a wasteland of what once was. There was plenty of talk about metaphorical dust being left on the pages of their love but it has been replaced actual dust painting the walls of their house where the reader used to roam. OOOOO AM I COOKING RAHHHH.

If yall got any more ideas send them in!

#maris asks #president snow #coriolanus snow x reader #the hunger games

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leiawritesstories · 1 year ago

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I saw the below prompt and could easily imagine Aelin running a black market of printing services and I would love to see what kind of favors she’d take from a certain buzzard who is pressed for time.. especially if they’ve maybe been secretly pining after one another this whole time? 👀

Prompt: You’re the only one in our college dorm building that owns a printer so you run a black market of printing services for favors/money/food/etc. I don’t have time to walk twenty minutes across campus to the library, please help me.

Congrats on 500!

ANON DID YOU READ MY MIND????

Okay so.....this is actually real-life me at my college 🤣🤣🤣 I own a desktop printer so I don't have to use the campus printing service all the time and half the people in my building want to use it. Naturally I charge a fee--either money or food or coffee, i'm not picky lol. Anyway this is literally me in real life except for the secretly pining part bc i'm very very single and I adore this prompt, thank you so so much 😁

Here you go!!

Word count: 870

Warnings: maybe some swearing

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"Hey, Galathynius! Do me a solid?"

Aelin glanced over her shoulder to find Fenrys jogging after her, catching up to her before they made it to the dorm building they both lived in. "What do you want, Moonie?"

The blonde huffed a dramatic sigh. "First of all, stop calling me that, you know it doesn't fit my mature persona." Aelin snorted so hard she almost coughed. Fen just rolled his eyes. "Secondlyyyy," he groaned dramatically, "I need to print a paper. Lemme use your printer? Pretty pretty please?" He widened his big brown eyes irresistibly.

"Your sad puppy face isn't gonna get you free printing, Moonie," Aelin drawled. "A dollar a page, or $30 flat if it's more than 20 pages."

"Highway robbery!" he gasped.

She rolled her eyes. "It's the same price I've always charged and you know it."

"Ugh, fiiiiine," he grumbled. "Unless...how about I cover your coffee for the next week?"

"Hmm." She pretended to seriously think about it, knowing full well that she'd accept. Who was Aelin Galathynius to turn down free coffee, especially when she spent somewhere around 40 dollars a week on her precious caffeine. "All right, I accept. I'll text you my drink order, and I expect it delivered every morning as I leave for my first class."

Fen saluted her. "Yes ma'am!" he chirped.

She smacked his shoulder teasingly. "Cut the flourishing, drama queen." Fen flashed her a grin and jogged off towards his next class, while she swiped her student ID in the building's card reader and walked into the dorm. She, Elide, and Lysandra shared a triple room with an ensuite bathroom on the fourth floor, so she had to climb three flights of stairs to get to her room. As she opened her door, she noticed a sticky note stuck to the wood. It wasn't uncommon; people who wanted to buy her printing service often left notes stuck to her door. She gave the note a cursory glance.

HELP! Need to print 30 pages for 2pm class! -RW, #350

Aelin glanced at her phone. It was 1:15 pm, meaning whoever had left that note was probably pacing around their room in distress right about now. So of course, she decided to go pay Room 350 a little visit.

"Ah, shit!" yelped a male voice from inside the room when she knocked. There was a flurry of noise and stumbling, and a tall guy wearing a UTerr Hockey sweatshirt opened the door, his pale blonde hair a frazzled mess. "Um, hi?"

"Well hello there, Whitethorn," Aelin smirked, delighted to see the normally perfectly put-together Rowan Whitethorn, star defenseman of UTerr Hockey, all flustered over not having printed materials for class.

"Aelin, thank the fuckin' gods," Rowan gasped. "Did you get my note?"

"Mhmm," she hummed, intentionally vague.

"Ae," he groaned, his desperation showing, "can you print my articles? Please?"

"Got payment?"

"I--yeah, gimme a sec." He vanished into his room and banged around for another couple of minutes, rummaging through drawers and probably his closet as he tried to find cash. He reappeared with a sheepish, embarrassed blush staining his chiseled cheeks. "Uh..."

"No cash?" Aelin clicked her tongue softly. "Sorry, Ro. I don't take credit cards."

"Please," he begged, dropping right down to his knees in front of her. "Fuck it, Ae, I'm desperate! I'm fucked if I don't come to class prepared, the professor already thinks all athletes are dumb jocks who pass classes on daddy's money." He clasped his hands together and stared imploringly up at her, his deep green eyes wide and pleading.

A very naughty part of Aelin wanted to tell him all the sinful ways he could pay her for printing his articles. But because she was a mature woman, she kept that part of herself quiet.

"Well," she mused, "I suppose you could offer me a favor, but it better be worth thirty pages."

Rowan closed his eyes and tipped his head back, a soft groan slipping from his lips as he frantically tried to think up a worthy favor. That gods-damned little groan of his did bad, bad things to Aelin's naughty little inner voice.

Or maybe that was just her enormous little crush on him.

"Dinner." Rowan's voice broke through her traitorous wandering thoughts.

"What?"

"I'll buy you dinner," he repeated. "Anywhere you want, as much food as you want. I swear."

Aelin couldn't have stopped her response no matter how hard she tried. "Like a dinner date?"

Rowan's face flushed a surprisingly endearing shade of vibrant pink. "Um...yeah?"

A tiny, pleased smile curled the corners of Aelin's lips, blooming into a full-blown smile the longer she made him squirm. "Okay, I accept. It's a date." Without waiting for his response, she waltzed off.

When she returned to his room, his articles in hand, he was waiting by the door. He took the papers from her with a slow, relieved smile that made a dimple in his left cheek pop out.

"Thanks, Ae."

"Of course." She waved him off. "Better not be late, Ro."

"You too." Her brows furrowed in confusion, and he winked. "Our date, darlin'. Seven o'clock tomorrow. I'll pick you up."

Gods help her, she could not wait.

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eddywoww · 2 months ago

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Oh god there is SO MUCH I wanna see. I mean there the very obvious: wanting them to have sexy times. I’d love to see Eddie’s little lie at the end of the last chapter about not being into getting off be EXPOSED because I swear it’s a LIE. Like I can see either Stevie hearing gossip about what Eddie is like in bed and realizing that she DOES let other girls get her off and then being like wtf is wrong with me??? OR having them hook up in their room and Stevie offering to reciprocate and Eddie saying no and then stevie having to leave for like class or whatever but then turning back around cause she forgot a book only to find Eddie finishing herself off and Stevie just wondering why Eddie won’t just LET HER. (That is if you are going in the direction I think you are with that little lie. You may not be. But anyways)

I want to see ANGST. Stevie questioning herself and Eddie catching real feelings only for Stevie to be like oh I’m just experimenting cause she is SCARED.

Maybe something with Stevie’s mom?? Maybe she visits and says stuff to Stevie about her lesbian room mate and it makes stevie super uncomfortable and back off of Eddie because, ya know, ANGST.

I wanna see Samantha get SLAPPED in the FACE.

I wanna see more fuckboy Eddie kinda.

I sorta wanna see Stevie experiment a bit more like questioning whether she is actually into girls or if she is just into Eddie so Stevie maybe tries to kiss another girl and Eddie is just SO JEALOUS.

Anyway. I think about this story A LOT

👀👀👀 nothing on the first part right there

But seriously I do love all these ideas. Also definitely more angst, we’re not done with that just yet 🥰🥰🥰

#asks #lee asks #one of these is a plot point but just a bit diff

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desired-fantasy-writings · 2 months ago

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Tatiana, Eve, DJSS, and Neon J with silly outgoing S/O [Not Poly]

Request by?: I forgot Warnings: None Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanons Fanfic Genre: Fluff Word Count: 963

Tatiana

• Oh boy oh boy. Tatiana had a bit of a problem with you the first time you two met.

• She thought you'd be an annoyance.

• She was proved wrong by your generous and fun personality.

• Anytime you'd enter a room, the room would be a bit less grim and more positive.

• Tatiana wasn't that outgoing herself, but herself being around you made her feel something she hasn't felt in years.

• The more times you were around her, the more she absolutely adored you from under her professional gaze.

• Of course when it came to hefty situations that personality of yours just completely disappears.

• Depending on who you are, you're either the one panicking, or staying calm on the outside and at the same time panicking in the inside.

• Tatiana being so strong willed, she never panics.

• She appreciates that you tone things down and take things seriously when needed to be.

• There are other reasons besides these examples of why she loves you so much.

Eve

• Someone like Eve. Quiet, stern, and professional yet beautiful with an also equally beautiful partner that's outgoing and silly, well...

• People wouldn't think these type of personalities wouldn't match. You'd be dead wrong though.

• Someone that's also funny and outgoing but also beautiful in the inside and out? Eve is complete love struck.

• Eve LOVES your positive giggly funny self.

• It brings a new light into any room.

• Eve still dealing with mental issues, you've helped her so much so she's not trapped in her own head as much

• She admires and loves you dearly, and she'd 100% create art based on you and her (especially you.) 👀

• Dealing with Eve's breakdowns was the most heart wrenching things to experience.

• You being her partner, there's not much you can do except to hold her and tell how much you loved her.

• You try to cheer her up with jokes, but you know when to tone it down.

• Eve appreciates when you try to make her at least laugh or smile.

• Ever since you two got together it's always Eve ended up with a smile in the end.

• She's become more mentally stable as of late because of you, and she couldn't be any happier being with you.

Neon J

• Another person matching his energy? How could he not help but fall in love with you?

• He sometimes grew shy in your giggly presence.

• He couldn't help himself. He hasn't felt like that around anyone since he was a young lad.

• His boys saw him simping from a mile away as you two grew closer.

• They'd 100% do dumb shit in order for Neon J and you to confess to one another.

• Out of no where one day you confess your feelings to Neon J no problem.

• After Neon J heard you confess you swear you saw a heart start to form on his radar screen.

• You couldn't help but squeal as you hugged him.

• As you two got closer in your relationship, you eventually moved into Baracca Mansion with Neon J and his boys.

• It was an absolute delight.

• 1010 were like your sons in a way too in a strange way.

• With getting closer in a relationship means finding out more problems that lie underneath though.

• One night you wake up to hearing Neon shuffling around in the bed

• You could hear him panicking in his sleep, and that's when you hugged him from behind.

• "Sweetie it's ok I'm here. You're here. What you're experiencing is just a nightmare. You're safe now I promise."

• After a while of holding him, you could feel his body grow less tense. He woke up.

• "I..."

• Neon said as he turned his body around to face you. You couldn't tell what emotion was which cause of his radar screen yet, but you knew right now he sounded and seemed ashamed.

• "Shh..."

• You shushed him as you brought him close to your chest.

• You heard him sigh, his arms slowly making their way around your waist.

• "There's no shame in having nightmares Neon. If you want you want to talk about it?"

• You didn't get a reply for a good bit thinking he fell asleep, but then you feel him shuffle his radar boxed face out of your chest.

• "It's about time I told you more about these nightmares, my love."

• You nod as you hold him close as he began to explain his PTSD from the border wars.

• You felt like you learned more about him in this emotionally open moment.

• Neon J wouldn't say it, but you just listening to him as you held him close and supporting him got him feeling so loved and payed attention to.

• Yes you were a jolly goofy person, but he's never seen you this serious before.

• It showed that you cared this much about how he actually felt.

• He knew he made the right choice to choose you as his love and for you to move in with him.

DJSS

• He doesn't want to admit it, but damn did he fall for you hard.

• Not just for looks of course, but your whole personality.

• Him usually being stoic and you being bubbly and outgoing rubbed on him for sure.

• It surpised him in ways he didn't expect.

• And that you get him blushing, like a lot.

• He thinks it utterly embarresing.

• Especially when you get excited over something and you come over to cover him in kisses-

• He's blessed to have you as a partner. Wether in serious situations or regular ones, you keep him steady

• Without you, I'd feel like he'd lose his sense of 'centre'.

• He found himself being a tad more open too, and he 100% blames you for that.

• Regardless of that he loves you, like a lot.

#Fey's Old Writings #writing from old blog #no straight roads x reader #nsr #nsr x reader #no straight roads #nsr tatiana x reader #nsr eve x reader #nsr neon j x reader #nsr djss x reader

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fritzes · 6 months ago

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rank the m1000s 👀🙏

ooh okay, I’m not gonna do the ones that keep changing around (I’m sorry maria I love you but your 1000 isn’t getting on the list):

indian wells. for non taylor fritz related reasons I SWEAR (okay maybe a little bit). I mean, it's literally tennis paradise. no other masters can really compare to this in my opinion, there's something really magical about it. it's the first combined 1000 of the year, it is absolutely carrying the "sunshine" in sunshine double (we'll get to miami later), and did any other 1000 get its very own maya edit? I don't think so

monte carlo (don't kill me!). ok picking something to be #2 made me realize that the drop-off from indian wells is real, I had a hard time with this one. and as much as I dislike monte carlo as a place... that court has off the charts vibes. the 2023 edition might be one of my favorite tournaments ever, and I like the way it kicks off clay season. the vibes guys, the vibes!

cincinnati. tbh I'm surprising myself with this one because I've never reeeeeally been able to take cincy seriously because like. it's in ohio. it's known for having players hang out at an applebees. but jokes aside, I kinda love it. the place on the calendar is good, it's a nice warmup for the us open. also influenced by recency bias because the 2023 edition, both wta and atp, were so good. I don't know, I really like its place in the tour, it's just so solid

rome. if you thought cincy had recency bias, let me introduce you to the daniil-incudced overrating of rome. this kinda occupies the same space as cincy, being the real warmup tournament for rg, and same as cincy, I like its place in the calendar and the tour. except, unlike cincy, this is clay season so insanity galore. iga double bageling pliskova in the final that one time will always be iconic and of course, the hard court specialist himself winning this tournament will elevate it forever

miami. "but maya! miami is cursed! it's always raining! how can you put it so high?" two words: jannik sinner. yeah the jannik miami narratives strike a chord in my brain like few other player + tournament pairings do and it makes me so insane that I kind of learned to make gifs just because I had a jannik miami gifset idea. other than jannik, despite the nature of it being very much cursed, it does usually produce some really good tennis in the last few rounds

madrid. ah, madrid. if we were going off of tennis alone, this would be top 3 easily. back to back amazing igaryna finals, carlos' magical 2022 run, andy murray beating rafa in the final in straight sets somehow, ons' win in 2022. alas, there is more that just the tennis, and the organization of this tournament is genuinely horrible and so fucking sexist. a tournament like this does not deserve the quality of tennis it gets

doha/dubai. yes I know they're two separate 1000s this year but they've always flip-flopped in the past so as a 1000, it's always been one entity to me (and there's nothing that would put one above or below the other). there's always really good matches, obviously iga consistently sweeps doha and it's amazing, but dubai also gave us krejcikova's absolutely ridiculous 2023 run and this year's final was amazing. always a solid tournament with some great tennis

montreal/toronto. I feel bad for putting it so low, but it's always been kinda meh to me. 2023's chaos aside, this is the tournament where top players find their feet on hardcourts after wimbledon, and... I don't know. it's perfectly fine, but there's nothing really remarkable about it

shanghai/beijing. another one that I feel really bad for putting low, but there's something about that post-us open big tournament that just feels so bleh. the season is so long already and the players are just so exhausted. it doesn't usually take away from the quality of the tennis, it just doesn't have the same feeling as the stuff above it. I would say it feels a bit tacked on, but there's only one tournament I really think that about and that's...

paris. good god. there is something wrong with this tournament. I don't think an indoor 1000 is a bad idea, but the court and the lighting is just so bland, especially when compared to turin which is just two weeks later. at this point in the season, the top players want to be at the finals and anyone who isn't a top player just wants to be home and it just feels like an exhausted tournament. casper was right about one thing in his yap session the uts dinner: paris is easily the worst masters 1000

#this is all my opinion etc etc #asks

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rhiannon-taken-by-the-sky · 4 months ago

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Id love to know more about sir hop a lot and crumb’s storyline just cus i havent seen them talked about much! Especially the fight scene which i’m so excited for.

Thank you for taking your time in writing all of these replies🙏🏼💗

Sir Hop-A-Lot and Crumb? You mean, the two best boys to exist ever? Absolutely

Sir Hop-A-Lot (I’m going to call him Hal from now on bc typing) is Crumb’s mentor. He’s best described as loyal, dashing, and traditional. He swears his undying loyalty to Ella early on in the show and stays true to his word throughout. He’s definitely an older, but very distinguished, gentleman and the best laughs he gets from the audience are when he leans into more of his contradicting or unexpected characteristics, like when he gets complimented and acts very giggly and falsely humble. He has a deep, traditional Kingsman English accent and a goatee. “Pish-posh” is probably in his daily vocabulary. He takes everything very seriously and we love him for that. If you watch My Hero Academia, think of him as an Iida-type character!

Crumb is an angel sweetheart with a vaguely Irish (?) accent. He fits the stereotypical young, bumbling student with a heart of gold archetype and I’d commit a felony for him. He deserves ALL of the cheese. He looks up to Hal a lot and is very determined to prove himself but also needs to gain more confidence in himself. He’s very eager to help Ella and learn as much as he can from Hal so he can become a dashing knight of his own someday. He’s a sweetie with moxie.

Their fight scene is glorious. Hal kicks MAJOR butt for a frog (he fights off THREE human guards!) and Crumb quite literally saves the day and Ella’s life. The fighting is mostly sword fighting with basic techniques and not very fast paced but super effective in showing how talented Hal is. Crumb fights more with his wits and tackling than his sword but that’s also very effective. His tactic is “if I just throw myself on them and start biting, I’ll win”

Part of the reason they haven’t been discussed much (I think) is because they don’t show up until the end of Act I and don’t sing until Act II. Truthfully, they don’t get a lot of stage time compared to the other characters but they’re always the scene stealers. The Hal puppet is attached to John’s legs and one of his arms to allow the puppet more mobility (ie. sword fighting and more realistic walking) and stops right it the middle of John’s chest (similarly to the Bug puppet from Starship), so Hal is a Big Boi™️. Crumb’s puppet is the size of a large plush and controlled mostly by Joey’s hand, so he’s a Smol Boi™️. He also doesn’t have movable legs, so he kinda just…skitters from one place to another which is very fitting for his caharcter and amusing to watch Joey do (bc he is Quite Tall)

I would have loved to see them more but I do think that they served their respective purposes well and any more stage time would have taken away from the plot, but I do think there’s potential for a side story with them (maybe an origin story? 👀)

You’ll love them! I sure did 🫡

Also, I love talking Starkid and theatre in general so I love answering these questions! Please ask more if you have any! I’ll try not to give tooooo much away but still answer as best as I can!

#cinderella’s castle spoilers #starkid spoilers #cinderellas castle spoilers #cc spoilers

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years ago

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I’m here to (lovingly) bombard you on your sleepover Saturday and request any and all Oberyn thoughts you have floating around in your brain (or really any GoT thoughts in general) <3 <3

scout my darling my angel my sweet game of thrones confidante 💙

I’m so sorry this took me so long 😫

truthfully, I ALWAYS have oberyn martell on the brain. I got bit by the fic bug and this man straight up set up shop in the back of my head and kicked his feet up. he ain’t going ANYWHERE FAST, and thirteen Game of Thrones Wiki tabs I have open right now aren’t either.

I seriously wasn’t lying when I said I planned out the first ten chapters of an Oberyn x female!OC fic. and there’s more plot after that, I just haven’t fleshed out actual chapters past those ten.

SO. that being said, I thought I’d share a snippet! my plan is to start posting in the new year, I wanna get at least 5-6 chapters written before it starts going up, but a saucy sneak peek under the cut! (pls tell me your thots on it 👀)

“Would you visit?” you ask, blinking slow. You’re dead on your feet, nearly asleep as Oberyn turns to stand in front of you, his hand curling down your forearm and around your wrist lightly. “King’s Landing.”

“If it means seeing you, little star,” he murmurs, and his other hand comes up under your chin, pinched softly between his thumb and forefinger, “nothing would keep me away.”

Your breath stutters in your throat as his thumb stretches up, drags along your lower lip. One of your hands floats up, curves around his elbow, your fingers digging into the fabric of his sleeve. “My prince…”

“Have you been kissed before, sweet thing?” he purrs, and his thumb dips lower, like velvet against your skin. “Tell me.”

“O-once,” you stutter out. “No, twice. When I was young, the first time, and…” You trail off, your eyes stuck to his mouth, as it curves into a grin.

“And the second?”

“My eighteenth nameday,” you murmur, mouth moving against his thumb. “One of my brother’s friends.”

“Did he kiss you properly?” he asks, and your brow creases.

“Properly?” you repeat.

“Properly,” he breathes, and then his lips meet yours.

It’s soft, and slow. His grip on your chin doesn’t falter, and his other hand tugs you closer. You don’t know what to do with your hands anymore, but as he pulls you into him, they fall to his chest, curl in the silky fabric, hold him in place. He kisses your bottom lip first, letting his teeth scrape lightly against your flesh. It makes something bubble up into your chest, warm and heady like a heavy sip of wine. Then he moves upward, caressing your upper lip, giving you access to his bottom one, and you follow his lead, nipping at it with your teeth, drinking down the taste of Oberyn Martell.

He’s warm, the hand at your wrist moving to the small of your back again, pressing you into him much like he had on the dance floor. You want to bury yourself in the kiss, that delicious feeling he’s sparked crawling up your chest, spreading through your limbs and making them tingle. You hold onto him tighter, sighing into him deeply as his tongue pokes past your teeth. It makes your toes curl in your shoes.

You’re breathless as he pulls away, a broad grin on his lips that you want to kiss away. You find yourself chasing his mouth, leaning in for more, but he only gives you one more sweet peck, another to your cheek, then your forehead. Still, you crave more.

“Was that proper?” you ask, licking the taste of him from your lips. You feel almost drunk, like you’d drank too much wine; you swear you only had two cups.

“Indeed, little star,” he replies, his hand now cupping your cheek, the other resting at your waist. “That’s how you ought to be kissed.” He gives you another quick kiss, like he can’t help himself. “From this day, until the end of your days.”

You can’t decide on words, just offering him a bleary eyed smile as he brushes the hair from your face, reaches for the handle of the door. “Right,” you remember, finding your voice. “Bed. Sleep.”

Oberyn chuckles, pushing the door open. He reaches for your hand, squeezes your fingers, lifts your knuckles to his mouth. “Sleep well,” he tells you, speaking against your skin. “I will see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, my Prince,” you reply, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, chasing the ghost of the kiss he’d given you.

“Goodnight, my little star.”

#sleepover saturday #my fics #oberyn martell #oberyn martell x reader #oberyn martell x you #oberyn martell fic #oberyn martell smut #oberyn martell angst #oberyn x you #oberyn x reader #oberyn martell x female reader #oberyn martell fanfic #the face that launched 1000 ships

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accio-victuuri · 1 year ago

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clowning: xzs xi’an food vlog edition 🌶️

you all know the drill. for cpn-loving turtles only. don’t take it too seriously.

i honestly didn’t expect another food vlog from xz. his past adlad cities had them but it slipped my mind that he did go to a xi’an this time and spent quite a bit of time there — so we’re due another episode. i’m really thankful to xz and his team for the effort they put to share with us!

a few clowning points here ⤵️⤵️⤵️

The first one is how XZ can’t seem to handle spice well anymore, like a chongqing native should. Then you have WYB whose tolerance for spicy food increased. It could be that XZ has been living in BJ for so long that his taste has changed or maybe, he is thinking of the other person in his home who does not like spicy food. This is a long running cpn in cpf circles, that their preferences changed after spending time together. You can interpret this as a sign of a romantic relationship or not — but they definitely spent a lot of time together for their tastes to change and then be the same. except for garlic cause xz can’t really deal with that lol.

case in point, both wearing clothes that are for sun protection ( bobo’s is an ad, but he wears one in his personal time too ) and eating cold skinned noodles ( liangpi ). lol. i swear they have the same aesthetic sometimes.

we always joke that xz is the art student and wyb is the sport student — but they actually have a lot of things in common if you observe them more. Another one ZZ enjoyed was a meat bun (Roujiamo) which is a popular street food, but the cpn here is back in 2021 valentines day day they ( allegedly ) spent time together in Henan. Someone even saw Lele buying a lot of the same food and people were clowning that it’s for the two to eat as well. let me live in the fantasy that when they are together, they do this food tasting thing minus the camera recording.

and what is that? some people are pointing it out but i’m pretty sure it’s not a necklace. so funny how we panic when we see some vague clue of a personal necklace with XZ. but this is NOT it. Tho i’m still curious…. what could it be? 👀 popular guess is the string of an amulet. we know how superstitious he is so it could be.

My favorite would have to be the meme/emoticon they used, because it reminded me of what CPFs usually post. I am not sure how popular this is, and i’m positive it’s not exclusive to bxgs, but thinking about xz or his team going to CPF part of the internet and becoming fond of this meme/ emoticon makes me happy. ☺️

and well, same energy as this “incident”:

The loudest CPN being talked about tho is ZZ’s wechat video account that just opened. It’s under his studio and was opened 5/17, the day their certification was completed. What a nice coincidence that this day in the lunar calendar is 3/28. ZHAN AI BO. Also 5/17 is the international day against homophobia, transphobia and biphobia ( remember ZZ shared the song somewhere over the rainbow back in 2016. and it’s one of those 🌈 clues that cpfs

with all of ZZ’s “superstitions”, I feel like the day to open this new account was chosen. and it’s under his company Beijing Bamboo News Culture Media.

So if they already got certified that day, why wait for 5/18 to post. 18= Yibo. Not only that, on Wechat Video they posted at 20:05 which is 8:05. It’s not like weibo where the time stamp stays, users say it’s like IG that says “13 minutes ago..” but does not retain the specific time. So the screenshot below is the time was 20:10 and then XZS caption for the actual post was made 5 minutes ago, the time it was posted. 20:05. I’m not a wild kadian believer but this speaks to me. 😌😌😌

I’m excited for the next couple of days, cause hopefully we will get WDB 5/21. Which is still a rumor and who knows — will be a surprise drop. WYB allegedly going to an awards show 5/23 Huabiao Awards. Please make it happen. I’m looking forward to Movie Actor Yibo attending these kinds of awards show! 5/27 Chunzhen fanmeet with WYB @ Qingdao!!!! It’s been a while since he did something live! So this is a treat. && it’s the same month GG did his Molsion live/fan-meet too.

but wait wasn’t there rumors that xz will go to qingdao on the 27th too for condor heroes prep/training. lol. nothing is confirmed of course but it will be fun is they can be in the same city again for one day and not just in beijing.

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#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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