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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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Batting Practice Part 12 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bob asks you to go out for drinks at the Hard Deck as a thank you for helping out all week, and there's a special someone waiting for you when you get there. After meeting some of Bradley's other friends, the bubble you had been living in bursts, and you're left questioning everything.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing

Length: 3300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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You managed to bumble your way through practice with Bob on Monday, mostly running around in your suit and taking care of whatever he needed. Your phone conversation with Bradley the night before had left you with just a few functioning brain cells, so it was a good thing you didn't need to take charge.

In fact, if you were left to your own thoughts for too long, you started thinking about how wet his voice made you. And you kept picturing the photo of his hard cock that you had shamelessly saved to your phone in a locked folder with personal items such as your tax return.

You felt flustered all week, and to make matters more interesting, Molly surprised you at practice on Thursday.

"I had the day off!" she told Everett, scooping him into a hug when he climbed out of the car. The absence of the Bronco made you frown a bit as you circled your car to where your sister was tickling Everett.

You kissed her cheek. "We had no idea you'd be here!"

She grinned at you as she sent Everett ahead toward the bleachers. "I have a date tonight," she sang in an obnoxious voice. "With Coach Cute Glasses."

"You do?" you gasped, happy Bob had taken the initiative.

"Yep. We're going on a little stroll through the park after practice and then grabbing a late dinner."

"Molly!" you squealed, taking her by the shoulders and shaking her. "Bob is so sweet. Do not ruin him."

She turned to look at him out on the ballfield, and a soft smile touched her lips. "I make no guarantees." You and she started walking, and she held your high heels for you as you changed out of them. "Oh, and actually, Bob has something he wants to ask you, too."

"Me? What?" You had no idea what your sister was talking about, but as soon as you got to the bleachers, Bob came over to the three of you as you changed Everett's shoes.

"Hi, Molly," he said softly, and you watched your sister do the unthinkable. She planted one hand firmly on his chest like it belonged there, and she kissed him on the cheek. You watched him turn bright red, and all of the other moms looked like they were about to reach for their pitchforks.

"Hey, Coach Cute Glasses," Molly said with a laugh that had Bob fiddling with his whistle. "I'm excited for our plans tonight."

Sandra and Tara appeared about ready to rage, looking between you and your sister like the two of you had stolen the most priceless of treasures. But you supposed you kind of had.

When Bob finally recovered, he asked you, "Team Mom? Can I take you out for a drink tomorrow evening as a thank you? I wouldn't have made it through the game last Saturday or the practices this week without your help."

"I'll stay with Ev for you," Molly added, nodding her head. "You deserve it."

"Oh, that's not necessary, Bob," you protested, but then Molly was glaring at you. "Okay, sure," you said, sending Everett out to start warming up.

"Great," Bob said, and you followed him out to home plate as Molly sat down on the bleachers. "There's a Navy officer hangout called the Hard Deck. You want to meet me there after work?"

"Sounds good. Thanks, Bob."

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Bradley felt a little dirty every time he pulled up the photos you sent him, but he really enjoyed scrolling through the progression of seeing you in your bra to seeing you bare for him. You were something else. So sexy. So funny. So smart.

It was Friday morning, and he had one more flight simulation to go. And if he skipped lunch, he could probably get home by dinnertime. Bob had mentioned that he was taking you to the Hard Deck for drinks tonight, and Bradley desperately wanted to get back in time for that. He couldn't wait to see the look on Nat's face when she met you.

Bob had also told him about his date with Molly. He gushed about how much he liked her for fourteen messages in the text thread, and Bradley didn't know how Bob managed to pull this one off.

Bradley hit the road for the long drive back to San Diego, deciding to skip changing out of his uniform. His khakis weren't the most comfortable thing in the world, but at least he'd get back sooner. He wound along the coastal roads, passing some ballfields on the way. He was pretty sure Everett would be able to make a real pitch team by next spring, but Bradley was definitely going to have to work on some things with him before then. It was okay, they had almost a year to get him there.

Bradley had also been thinking about what he could tell the kids in Everett's class about aviation during his career day speech. The fact that Bradley was looking forward to that still kind of shocked him.

The sun was setting when Bradley pulled into the Hard Deck parking lot, and he spotted your car right away. Then he spotted you, heading for the entrance in your tight, black skirt and heels.

"Kitten!" he called out the open window, and you spun around to face him with a smile on your face. He quickly found an empty parking space and barely had the Bronco in park before you were there. "I missed you," he said, climbing down and closing his door.

Your arms were instantly around his neck, and you were kissing him so sweetly. "I didn't know you would be here," you whispered against his lips. Your hand trailed down his chest to play with his pins while you nibbled on his lips.

"I drove straight through to get back to you sooner, Kitten." That seemed to do something to you as you parted your lips and tasted his tongue.

He turned and pinned you against the Bronco, licking and kissing his way up your neck. "You look hot in your uniform," you moaned.

"You wore my favorite skirt," he mumbled, and you gasped as he ran his palm down the front of it. You were rubbing yourself against him with your fingers tangled up in his hair, and Bradley was hard as a rock for you.

"Bradley," you whimpered as he nuzzled his nose down the front of your blouse. He kissed and tasted the tops of your breasts while you scraped your nails along his scalp. You were so sweet. His mind was flooded with thoughts of getting you in his bed with your tight skirt bunched up around your waist and your pussy overflowing with his cum.

He kissed you hard, making the back of your head tap the side window. "Can I take you home, Kitten? Skip the bar?"

You eyed his face in the dim, dusk light. "Yes, but I need to have one drink first," you promised him, running your fingers along his mustache. "I told Bob I'd meet him."

Bradley groaned and kissed your fingertips and then your palm and the inside of your wrist. "Just one drink. Then I get some alone time with you."

When Bradley wrapped his arm around your waist, you snuggled in next to him, kissing his bicep just below his uniform sleeve. "I can't believe you wear this out in public," you muttered, running your fingers along his pins again. "I think I changed my mind. Let's leave now."

Bradley chuckled and held the door open for you, guiding you inside the noisy bar with his hand at your lower back. "One drink," he reminded you. "Then you're mine, Kitten."

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You felt warm and flushed all over as Bradley guided you through the crowded bar. There were people in uniforms and some in civilian clothes, and you spotted Bob near the pool table as he waved to you.

"Team Mom!" he announced as you and Bradley neared him. "And Rooster, you made it back," he added, fist bumping Bradley. You had never heard anyone use his call sign before, and it made you laugh.

"I forgot your name was Rooster," you said, smiling up at his face as he lazily rubbed your back. "What's yours, Bob?"

You watched his cheeks flush in embarrassment. "It's actually just Bob."

"Oh," you said, thoroughly confused as you were immediately introduced to a beautiful woman who went by Phoenix.

"So, she's the Team Mom," she said with a devilish grin in Bradley's direction. "I think that would be your aviator call sign. Team Mom. Also, I'm still pissd you don't have another sister." Phoenix sighed and shook her head at you.

You laughed as she offered to buy you a drink, but then Bob stepped in. "No, it's on me! It's the least I can do since you gave up so much of your time this week to fill in for Bradley. What do you like?"

Bradley leaned down and kissed your temple and murmured, "Expensive champagne." He was making your tummy feel warm, the way he was being so affectionate in front of his friends and colleagues. You turned to look at him and he kissed you softly.

You pulled away, suddenly feeling shy; five more minutes in the parking lot with him and you'd have been fucking on his backseat, but apparently this was too much.

"I'll have a beer. Thanks, Bob," you managed, cuddling up next to Bradley's side as Bob headed to the bar.

"Hey, Rooster. You playing us a song tonight?" drawled a handsome blond man who was smirking at you.

Bradley glanced down at you. "You like Great Balls of Fire?" he asked.

You gave him a strange look. "As long as you're talking about the song and not some sort of medical condition, then yes, I do."

Bradley started laughing with his head tipped back, and you grinned as the handsome blond laughed, too. "You're funny. My name's Jake," he said, shaking your hand as Bradley meandered a few feet away to sit down at the piano.

You introduced yourself to Jake and listened to the tinkling sound of the keys as Bradley warmed up. You had no idea he was musically gifted, but you were excited to hear him play. He was probably one of those severely annoying people who was good at everything. He started playing the song, and even his singing voice was good.

"So, how do you know Rooster and Bob?" Jake drawled, drawing your attention back to him just as Bob handed you a pint of beer.

You thanked him and took a sip. "My son is on their tee ball team."

"How old's your kid?" Jake asked, smiling at you in a way that had you a little flustered.

"He's almost seven." You were still distracted by Bradley, and now he was looking at you as he played. He winked only at you, even though he was starting to draw a crowd.

"I love kids," Jake informed you. "Hey, when you're done that beer, let me buy you another one."

"Oh, okay," you agreed, and then Bob called over to Jake.

"Come on, Hangman. Leave our Team Mom alone!"

Jake looked at you with renewed interest as you drank your beer. "Oh shit. So you're the Team Mom. I've heard a lot about you."

You were really surprised. "You have?" you asked as Bradley finished playing the song. You clapped for him along with everyone else, and then he was making his way back over.

"Yeah," Jake replied with a laugh. "You're the hot mom that Bradley is never going to date, because moms aren't his thing."

Your smile immediately vanished from your face. "What?"

Jake waved his hand in the air while he sipped his drink, as if you were supposed to know exactly what he was talking about. As if you weren't immediately on high alert and having a difficult time breathing. "You know...too much baggage. Complicated. Not worth the aggravation. That sort of shit."

You were frozen in place, barely able to speak. "He said that?" Your voice sounded tiny and your throat was tight. You ran your fingers along your neck, trying to make sense of this.

"Yeah, he went on and on the one night we were all hanging out."

Bradley had told his friends he would never date you. He had said you were too complicated. He told them you weren't worth his time. And now he was walking your way, smiling at you like you were still expected to go back to his place after this and let him fuck you. That had been his plan the entire time.

"But listen," Jake added. "I don't feel that way at all. If you're interested, I'd love to take you out to dinner." You thought maybe Jake was a little drunk, because he couldn't stop talking and then he reached out and stroked your cheek with his knuckles.

You gently grabbed his hand and guided it back to his side, just as Bradley rushed over with an irate expression.

"The fuck?" he asked Jake.

"Hey, it's cool, man. I get it," Jake replied. "She's so hot, I can't believe you won't date her just because she has a kid. But good for you for getting her to agree to come out tonight. No reason you can't enjoy her."

You gasped and took a step away, knowing you needed to escape now with your dignity intact, but Bradley was immediately focused solely on you.

"Kitten."

You handed your pint glass to a random person, and then you were stumbling over your own feet, trying to get to the door as quickly as you could. Time seemed frozen, and you felt like you were going to throw up as you rushed past people who were happy and laughing. You could vaguely hear Bradley's voice behind you as you tried to get away.

Once you were outside, you sucked in a deep breath of the salty air and fumbled in your pocket for your car key as you started running.

"Kitten!" he yelled, and you could hear the crunch of his boots on the gravel, and you knew that you would never be able to outrun him. So you skidded to a halt and rounded on him instead. A lot of things in your life were scary, like paying your bills, and making sure Everett had everything he deserved. But you would not be too afraid to stand up for yourself. You would not let another arrogant asshole determine your behavior for you.

As Bradley stopped abruptly in front of you, his face was illuminated by a street light, and you hated him for being so handsome. "Kitten. I can explain," he promised, holding up his hands in surrender. His brown eyes were wide as he searched your face.

"Did you tell your friends I'm too complicated to date?" you asked, voice steady as you stepped into his personal space.

"Yes, but-"

You stomped your foot, effectively silencing him. "Did you refer to my son as baggage?"

"Yes, but Kitten, I can explain."

You slapped him hard across the cheek, but his gaze never wavered.

"I don't need you to fucking explain anything to me!"

"Please." He was pleading, his chest rising and falling as his expression was filled with panic. "Kitten."

"Stop calling me that. I can't believe you were just leading me on for fun."

"I wasn't," he insisted. "I wouldn't do that."

You just scoffed at him and shoved his chest. He grabbed gently for your hands, but you yanked them away and took a step back as tears filled your eyes. "I can deal with getting played, but not Everett! His dad already bailed on him, and I won't let him feel unwanted by anyone ever again! We come as a fucking package deal!"

Bradley was running his hands through his hair in dismay. "I care about both of you." His voice sounded choked up, and you wanted to believe him, but now you knew better.

You jabbed him in the chest with your index finger. "You're a liar," you told him as your tears finally spilled over. "Stay away from us outside of tee ball practice."

"Kitten." He tried reaching for you again, but you backed away, bumping into a parked car which made you cry harder.

"I need to figure out how to deal with Ev," you sobbed. "And don't you dare ever speak to me again."

You ran for your car as you tried to take gulps of air into your burning lungs, swiping away the tears that were obscuring your vision. It took you a few tries to get the key in the ignition with your shaking fingers, but when you did you cranked the engine and pulled away. You could see Bradley in your rearview mirror as he dropped down into a squat in the dark parking lot with his head in his hands.

The short drive back to your house was filled with the sound of you sobbing, and you stumbled out of the car and up to your front porch. You leaned against the railing and tried to compose yourself. But this was where you and Bradley had been making out less than two weeks ago after you had one of the best orgasms of your life. So you paced the length of your porch instead, wiping your tears and making sure your breathing was even. Because even though it was late enough now that Everett was surely in bed, you were going to have to contend with Molly.

"Hi," your sister said as you walked inside. She was snuggled up on the couch reading a book, but when she got a good look at you, she jumped up. "What happened? I thought maybe you'd be staying out later? Or all night since Bradley is back."

You pressed your lips together to try to prevent them from shaking, but Molly knew you too well. She was across the room collecting you in her arms immediately. When you started crying again, she didn't stop you, rather she just let you get it out of your system.

Finally, you were able to whisper, "Bradley told all of his friends that he'd never date me, because I have baggage."

Your sister's loud gasp was vindication to your soul, but you didn't like the price it came with. "That fucking prick. Does Bob know about this?"

"Probably," you said softly against her shoulder. "He must."

"I'll call him right now," Molly said, but you grabbed her tighter.

"No, please don't. You had an immaculate first solo date with him last night which ended in a hot makeout session. I don't want the three ring circus that is my life to start messing up yours."

Molly kissed your cheek and promised, "Your life is not a three ring circus. And Everett is not baggage. And Bradley isn't worth your time if that's what he thinks. Now let me help you get changed for bed."

Molly helped you out of your black skirt, something you had hoped Bradley would be doing just a few short hours ago. And then you washed your face and brushed your teeth while shaking your head at your puffy eyes in the bathroom mirror.

You ended up climbing into bed in your bathrobe while Molly plugged your phone in. "You have thirty missed calls and seventeen text messages from Bradley."

"Ignore him," you whispered, pulling your covers up to your chin. "What am I supposed to do about Ev, Molly? He's so attached. Oh my god, I can't believe I did this. I knew better!"

"Shh," she replied, climbing into bed next to you. "I'll sleep over and take him to the game in the morning. And I'll deal with everything."

Eventually your exhaustion took over, and you fell asleep next to your sister, holding her hand in yours. Your last waking thought was a feeling of thankfulness that you had only mostly fallen in love with Bradley.

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Wow, Jake. I mean, he's not wrong, but still. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

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italiansteebie · 2 years ago

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steve was expecting a nice vacation.

a nice vacation, with rob and nance, and the kids tagged along too.

but three am rolls around and someone is in his house, singing, and wailing and generally acting a fool. and what a wonder that anyone would do this since they know super girl is way crabby when she's woken up. especially at three am.

so he hauls himself out of bed and trudges to the kitchen where the ruckus has traveled.

"dude."

there's a man stumbling around his kitchen, eating his left over pizza, and drinking his fucking coors light.

if he wasn't so pissed at this guy making himself at home, he'd think he was kinda cute. he had long hair, and chains and leather. and forget 'kinda' this guy is downright delicious, but the bottom line is, he broke into steve's house.

"get the fuck out of my house."

the guy drops the pizza and whirls around, "what?" the guy sounds properly devastated. "get out of my house, dude!" steve yells.

"wh- why? i- im here with the- the band?" the guy is stumbling around, slurring his words and looks like he's seconds from dropping. steve sighs, "alright man. just- cmon. lay down on the couch, i'll get you a blanket." steve leads him to the couch, turning him on his side, making sure he doesn't choke on his vomit.

he scrubs a hand over his face, just his luck that some drunk guy wanders his way into the house, has no idea where he is, eats his pizza, and he's gonna let the guy pass out on his couch. whatever.

he'll deal with it in the morning.

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when eddie wakes, he's got a major headache, and he thanks his lucky stars that one of the guys put a trash can in front of his because he would NOT have made it to the bathroom.

once he's right side up, he takes in his surroundings.

shit.

this is not the labels beach house they put them up in.

"good to see you in the land of the living."

his head turns to meet the voice, and shit. he's gone and broke into hercules' house.

"uh- what?" he says, ever so eloquently.

the guy sits down next to him. "you broke into my house last night. well- not exactly, someone left the door unlocked but. you walked in and ate my pizza. and i didn't feel comfortable sending you back out because you had no idea where you were. you slept on my couch."

eddie nodded dumbly, "s-sorry. i- im here with my band, right down the road. uh- i'm. i think im still drunk and you're very pretty."

the guy laughed, and damn, if eddie wasn't already in love, he was now.

"im steve, i can walk you back to your place when you're ready. there's some sandwiches on the counter over there if you're hungry." the guy- steve, says, before standing.

"sandwiches for breakfast?"

"it's 2pm, dude."

o h.

"do you wanna... i mean. you wanna have like, lunch or something?"

"are you hitting on me?"

"if i say yes, do i still get a sandwich?"

steve laughs again, "yeah," eddie raises his eyebrows at this. "yes to the sandwich or yes to the date?" he asks, smiling cheekily.

"hmm. what kind of food are we gonna have?" steve inquires, leaning closer to eddie. eddie smiles again, "what's your favorite?" steve pretends to think, making a whole show of it.

he's just about to respond when.

"steve! are you really flirting with the criminal?"

"robin!" steve groans, waving his hands at said person. eddie turns, "you think im a criminal?"

"well, technically...." robin trails.

"rob get outta here. i was about to land a date." steve whines, shooing her out. she saunters out with a grin on her face, "he like italian food" she singsongs before walking out the door.

"so. the pizza place? tomorrow at 1?" eddie asks, eyes flicking down to steve's lips, "sounds good," he breathes. it's only a matter of time before their lips meet in a feverish kiss, eddie's hands tangled in steve's hair.

they pull away, "we should- we should get you back so your friends don't freak out." steve says, breathing deeply. eddie nods, chest heaving, "cant say i'm not disappointed, though." steve sighs, raising a hand to cup eddie's face. "there's always tomorrow."

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when eddie finally gets back to the right house, gareth is all over him. "where the hell have you been, man?!"

"oh, okay. so. i broke into someone's house accidentally, and then scored a date. now i'm here." he shrugs, before plopping down on the couch.

gareth sighs, "only you, ed."

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arlerts-angel · 1 year ago

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—c y b e r s e x ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

18+ MINORS KINDLY DNI •ᴗ•♡

pairing: armin arlert x fem!reader

note: wow y'all i had an idea that didn't come from a request, i should get a cookie or smthn LOL enjoy!!

cw: skype sex, masturbation (male and female described) pet names used (angel, baby, dirty girl, sweetheart)

"hey angel. i miss you. how's it going?" armin's soft voice plays through your earbuds, his face plastered across the screen of your laptop. he's been gone on a work trip for a few days, leaving you to hold down the fort by yourself.

"i've got some downtime right now, figured we could video chat. it's always good to hear your voice and see that pretty face."

"it's going... and i miss you too, a lot." you reply, smiling at him. "yeah? i'll be back soon. just a couple more days." he replies. "i know. i can't wait." there's a moment of silence before you speak up again.

"uh– how much downtime do you have?" you ask softly. armin chuckles. "enough for what you need, angel." you furrow your brows. "what are you talking about?" you ask curiously. "oh angel, i can hear it in your voice. i can see it too. biting your lip and playing with your hair. you're so cute. you're in the bedroom, right?" he asks, his voice lowering.

"yeah–"

"good." he places his laptop down and stands, his full body now in view. he undoes the belt around his waist. the tent in his pants becoming more obvious. you smirk and watch as he slides his pants and boxers down his legs.

"your turn, angel. let me see your perfect body." he coos, lightly stroking his cock.

you shift on the bed, removing your shorts and panties too. you pull your shirt over your head, flashing your tits at him.

"fuck–" he groans. "so fucking perfect, so beautiful." his shirt falls to the floor as he makes his way to the bed in his hotel room. "lay back and touch yourself for me baby."

you do exactly that. you wet your fingers with your mouth and circle your clit as you watch him jerk his cock. he whines and moans your name as you mutually masturbate.

"this is what you really meant when you said you missed me, isn't angel?" he grunts, stroking his cock a little slower. you pump a finger into your pussy and buck your hips against the palm of your hand to stimulate your clit as you finger your wet cunt.

"such a dirty girl. can't wait for me to get back, gotta stuff your cunt right now with your little fingers. not as good as my cock, is it now?" he asks.

"armin–" you moan. "let me see you fuck yourself." he demands. you move the laptop to show him your fingers pumping in and out of your pussy.

"oh fuck–" he moans, fucking his fist more intensely. "can't wait to fuck you when i get home. god i wish i could fuck you right now." he groans.

"getting close 'min" you breathe, toying with your clit. "cum for me, angel." he coos once more. the knot in your stomach snaps as you reach your orgasm, crying out for him.

"fuck–! armin–!" the sound of your pleasure sends him over the edge. he whines your name as strings of cum spurt onto his abdomen.

you both clean up and return to your video call, faces flushed and warm.

"feel better, angel?" he asks sweetly. you nod and smile. he looks at his watch then back at you. "i gotta go, sweetheart. i'll call you tomorrow, alright?" he smiles at you and blows a kiss. "i love you." you blow him a kiss back. "i love you too."

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citruswriter · 7 months ago

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Can we have a part 2 about that Angel dust fic with a younger sibling reader ?😭 I just lived it soon much. Maybe angel helping his lil sister out cause she got a beating by val

Uno Reverse

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Warnings: Soul contracts, abuse, dark themes, comfort, she/her pronouns, angst if you squint.

Part One

It was all too much. The pain in your body coursed throughout your veins as you laid on your bedroom floor sobbing. You hadn't done a shoot perfectly. Or so Valentino said. Your punishment? To be kicked until you were coughing up blood.

You stayed curled up on the floor, crying and shaking, too afraid to move. But the ringing of your phone brought you back to reality. Stretching out a hand, you grabbed it to see your brother calling. "Hey Ant." You croaked out as you answered. "(Y/N)? Hey you good? What happened?" Your brothers worried voice came through the phone. "Val..." Was all you said and he immediately understood.

"Fuck. Ok. Stay there. Me and Vaggie gonna come and pick ya up". He said before hanging up. You decided now would be a good time to pull your pathetic bones from off the floor and into some fresh clothes. It wasn't long before yelling was heard. Vaggie bust through the door, spear in hand. "You ready?" She asked and you just nodded. She seemed to notice how in pain you were, opting to scoop you up in her surprisingly strong grip.

Outside Angel and Valentino were fighting. "I'm taking my little sister! She's off her fuckin shift. And if you hurt her just because I decided to take her out, so help me Valentino I will rip your wings off your back!" Valentino looked like he wanted to say something, but it took a single harsh glare from the spear wielding angel was enough to shut him up. "Fine. But she better be back here by tomorrow afternoon". He spat back.

The escape was quick and soon the three of you had made it back to the hotel. "That was oddly fun". You said with a pained laugh. Angel looked down at you with surprise before laughing himself. "Yeah I forgot how fun it was to fuck with Val." He said with a smile that made you warm inside.

"Well shit. Now that you're here. How about you join us for game night? Charlie wants to do Uno". Vaggie said and you looked up at her with a mischievous grin. "Well then count your lucky stars because I'm a master at uno!"

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"HA! Take that, Anthony! I win again!" You shouted, bolting up from your seat to do a little victory dance. Angel Dust groaned and threw his cards down. "No fair! You cheated!" He said and you stuck your tongue . "Nu-uh! You're just mad that I won!"

Angel smirked at you and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever ya say, sugar". You giggled but was interrupted by a yawn. "I think someone's tired". Angel said and you nodded. "Long day. Still getting used to the industry n all that". You said with a slow blink.

Angel helped you up to your room he sat at your vanity, gossiping as you changed. "And then Husk said that Nifty cried because she couldn't find her favorite cleaning spray". You chuckled and sat on your bed. "Hey Ant?" You said softly and Anthony looked over at you. "What do you think heaven is like?"

Anthony smiled softly and went to sit beside you. "No idea. But tell you what, when I get redeemed, I'll send you a postcard, yeah?" He said gently and you smiled sadly.

The two of you spent the rest of the night quietly talking on your bed before eventually passing out. Life wasn't what you wanted it to be. But your glad it could be so much more for your brother.

Super short and shitty, ik. But I still think it's cute. So enjoy. :D

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #angel dust x you #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x reader #familial fanfic #familial fictional other #familial f/o

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ccycloneblogging · 11 months ago

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I keep forgetting to ask my questions now is the present I guess-

Well 1, love your work! This AU is so cute and full of potential trauma it makes my mind flow with ideas... one of them being REALLY trauma heavy that has me in a vice grip rn...

So anyways- your post where you showed how in your AU catnap removed dogdays legs... were the murders of the hour in the same way? Because I just- Imagining Catnap dropping an anvil on some poor soul and them getting crushed slowly after the initial impact while catnap watches in apathy- has not left my mind. It's just Saw death traps at that point.

And about the whole "Going back to the cartoon" thing catnap wanted... would that not be suicide? A fully fledged, free thinking being going back to being with a world bound by a script and it's existence only continues if it's makers wish for it seem like killing yourself with extra steps. Again- this Au has so much Trauma potential I just HMMMMMMMMMMM-

And Oc's... well who do you want to hear about? I got a few lying around... well only 2 poppy playtime ones at the moment (and like one is kinda hard coded for another AU)... not to mention all the ones I have not drawn up yet that lie within my mind.

I would not mind another reason for William posting- but I'll let you choose!

Thanks, man! :D

You have no idea how much I've had to edit the scripts and drawings I make for the blog, because I go too dark too quickly for this toon AU.

I'm gonna go on a long ramble. Bear with me.

Like - there's this one script I still need to rewrite. But the premise is that Angel and DogDay are in Home Sweet Home, striking up a conversation - though Angel is injured.

Angel: ...Do you ever just... Stop? *[Angel eyes DD, as DD is in the process of sniffing like an actual dog, walking along the walls]* DD: What do you mean? *[He pauses to look at them, his tail wagging]* Angel: This. *[They gesture to his whole self, which causes him to finally fall on to the ground with a yip]* Angel: We're being hunted by a monster, close to death, and you're acting all... *Looney*. DD: That's what I do, Angel. I was brought here to make people feel happy. Safe. *[His tail begins to wag again as he makes his way to Angel]* Angel: Great. *[Unamused]* At least we'll die laughing. DD: You know, laughter is stronger than you'd think. *[A little "Uh-huh" from Angel.]* No matter how bad things get, you just have to laugh! Even if you feel like you've lost all hope, unsure about tomorrow... Not knowing what you did wrong, wondering how the world collapsed around you... *[DD grabs on to an ear, his smile turning more upsetting. The background getting darker. Maybe emphasize some of the in game model]* DD: Knowing that deep down, it's your fault for their deaths and already missing your chains because you deserve them --- *[He immediately switches back, sunshine and smiles]* DD: A laugh can chase away the gloom! Angel: *[Disturbed]* ...You want to talk about it, Pup?

So, they're all thoroughly traumatized, that's for sure!

I plan on drawing a comic that takes place during the Hour Of Joy, but yes. CatNap has killed some humans with falling anvils, endless pits, trapping them in repeating hallways until they go insane. Humans cannot survive the same punishment a toon takes, you know. >u>

But you know, he's not entirely heartless. Just angy. A poor lil meow meow

Oh, it's just CatNap being unable to cope, being ripped out of his comfort zone and never being able to adjust with the horrible things going on in Playcare. Though the Critters in this AU are not the same as the In-Game Bigger Bodies, there's still been human experiments. CatNap would much rather take scripts and limited freedom over what he was given... You are right though. That is one of the themes I wanted to try and hit with him. Especially if I follow through with an ending of Angel adopting the Critters. Then the aftermath of the trauma can really sink in.

My man, pal, friend.

I love OCs. The floor is yours. Send 'em in!

#thanks for stopping by the inbox!#CCyclone rambles #just thinking about some ideas I've had for this AU and I'm still debating on a lot of it.#Have some rough ideas as well. I actually have a good portion written out in story format

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twotangledsisters · 1 year ago

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Can we get an updated list of your current projects?

I know you've said you're prioritising the Sisters AU so I know they aren't coming out soon, but I always enjoy hearing what you're up to!

I also wanted to know if you are still working on the one where Captain raised Eugene and Lance?

Sure!

Apologies for taking so long, I was determined to find my last WIP post so as to not re-list everything but... didn't find it so we're going in with a new list! XD

But first, the fic with Captain raising Eugene and Lance is tilted 'A Chance to Raise Them', I'll throw it first onto the list and yes, it is still in the making, it's my go to for writing when I feel under the weather, last chapter I wrote Cass had a new sworn enemy, Eugene got waaay too many sprinkles on his hot chocolate and Arianna started a tickle fight that Cass lost! :D

Onto the list (in no particular order):

Chance to Raise Them

Two girls are recovered from a tower. Arianna and Frederic get their daughter back only three years after her kidnapping but she comes with a seven-year-old big sister.

A few years later Cassandra takes down a couple of thieves going by Flynn and Lance. At first Captain keeps them close in hope of teaching them a lesson, but when they thank him for the structure and security he supplies, he doesn't have it in him to send them back to the orphanage.

A Badly Aimed Arrow (Title Pending Change)

Eugene and Cassandra head into town to buy Rapunzel some paints, bickering as they do. Then suddenly Cassandra shoves Eugene to the ground, at first he thinks she's taking the bickering to a new level, until he sees the blood.

Mirror, Mirror, What You Took From Me

Cassandra was heading to the dining hall of the House of Yesterday's Tomorrow to get a snack when arms reached out of the mirror and tried to snatch her, she thinks fast and smashes the glass.

She knew this place was a terrible idea! Thankfully she handled the danger. That is... Until they realise Eugene was the first taken by the mirror and he now has no way out.

The Backup (Title possibly Pending Change)

Gothel always knew it was only a matter of time until she misstepped and lost. Because of that she had a child, a child of her blood and flesh whom she enchanted so that if ever Gothel did die, she had a way back into the world of the living.

An alternate S3 with Cass fighting for control over her own body and the gang fighting to get their friend back.

Market Day

The guards were searching for an old lady. They'd of never picked Gothel out of a crowd. But you know who would?

"Mama!" Cassandra pointed and reached out for the curly haired woman during a visit to the market.

Anagapesis

Falling out of love; the feeling of not loving someone or something once loved.

Stalyan was beautiful and smart, and everything Eugene thought he desired. So why was writing some simple wedding vows such an impossible task?

Two Thief Sisters (Title Pending Change)

Cassandra is kidnapped from the cottage cause it’s a nice cottage, she’s a cute child. There’s money to be earned via ransom.

Gothel never shows up, though.

Thankfully for Cassandra, Stalyan finds this super-obedient little kid fun to keep around.

Father Tromus (Title Pending Change)

Gothel fails at kidnapping Rapunzel and dies, Tromus swoops in to take Cassandra and raise her. Teacher her magic and raises her to one day seek out vengeance for her Mother.

Partners in Crime

Neither Eugene nor Rapunzel ever realise she's the lost princess, so after Gothel's death they flee Corona to be partners in crime together. Captain loses his job after Flynn Rider's prison escape, leading Cassandra to want vengeance on her dad's behalf.

She didn't expect to find her thief alongside the missing princess.

Islands Together

Owl never went to get Rapunzel and Rapunzel never talked any sense into Captain.

Captain came home with a little four-year-old Cassandra and people in Corona just kinda let it happen, not knowing what else to do. All seems fine until Cassandra finds out.

Royalty Can't Date a Thief

Frederic doesn’t allow Rapunzel and Eugene to date because royalty can’t date an ex-thief. So Eugene gets a job as her bodyguard and they date in secret.

Queen for an Eternity

What if Arianna and Frederic didn’t make it back after the blizzard?

Rapunzel is the new queen of Corona but far to occupied mourning to do her job.

Parcial Pardon

Frederic and Eugene reach an agreement, he isn’t given a full pardon but he is given a chance to make up for his crimes.

Strongbow Along for the Ride

What if Lance never went to prison and never separated from Eugene and was there during Tangled?

Queen of Amber

Arianna became encased in the amber and Frederic tries to kill Varian.

Cass Dies in the Great Tree (Pending Title Change)

Kinda self-explanatory.

The Hostage Situation

Instead of knock Cassandra out, Hector takers her hostage to force the gang to leave his home. Eugene tries to sneak back in while the rest of the gang leaves, he fails pretty miserably.

Thankfully Hector and Cassandra are able to bond over duty and foolish royals who don't listen to your warnings.

Mother Knows Best

Magic is heavily prosecuted in Corona.

Gothel really did rescue Rapunzel.

Eugene only realises the danger his put Rapunzel in by taking her from the tower after he falls in love.

Amber Alchemist

Quirin isn't there to save Varian from his experiments. But he is around to seek out justice for his son. (Quirin Villain arc!)

Mother Zhan Tiri

Zhan Tiri reached Cassandra through dreams slowly convincing her that Gothel is an unfit mother and will eventually hurt Rapunzel. Convincing Cassandra to escape with her sister and head to the dark kingdom where she will find the moonstone.

Gothel the Guardian of the Sundrop

Before the Sundrop can be turned to tea a woman shows up claiming she can heal the queen and princess if just allowed a moment alone.

She succeeds.

Frederic is forever grateful and gives the woman a position as Corona's healer, a home in the palace garden where she can heal and raise her daughter Cassandra.

Arianna does not much like Gothel, but her husbands is too grateful to see some of that behaviours. Besides, Gothel is the only healer Corona has.

That is until the thief Flynn Rider while hiding from the guards discovers an incantation in some underground tunnels and decides he wants in on the scam.

I think that's most of it! Also there's a few prequels for the Tangled Sisters AU. Obviously anything already publishing.

And I did leave a few projects that are either very unlikely to be finished or I just don't know how to describe!

Oh, and Our Undying Dream with @the-writer1988 that is also a WIP...

Yeah, I've definitely forgotten some stuff xD

But those are a good few o f them!

Tell me if you'd like to know more about any of them! Some of them are very fun :D

#ask answered #tangled the series fanfic #tangled the series fanfics #wips #wip #upcoming fics

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srovtl · 5 months ago

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A Melody Of Serata On A Night Of Requiems Chapter 4

Faust: Yeah. First, I want all the gloves gathered in one place. Lennox, Cain, Arthur. I want you three who can move quickly to pull the gloves towards you.

Faust: Bradley, use magic to repel the gloves you've gathered. Can you hold out on the magic power so they don't fly away?

Bradley: ……Hmph. Who the hell do you think I am? Instead, make sure to tell the twins about this, got it?

Faust: Then it's settled. The others will join me in putting up a barrier to protect the village.

Everyone nods at Faust's instructions and prepares themselves. Arthur and the others exchange words while avoiding the gloves that are clinging to them.

Arthur: I saw Rustica holding their hand earlier... Surprisingly, these gloves don't seem to mind being escorted.

Lennox: They did seem a little shy, but they didn't run away.

Cain: When I think about it like that, they start to look kind of adorable. Let's ask them to dance, too.

Cain and Arthur nodded to each other and each reached out their hand to the gloves.

Cain: Hey, it's a bit cold for the gloves to dance by yourselves. Why don't you dance with us?

Arthur: Come on, come over here! We've got plenty of time to dance until dawn.

Lennox: ......I see. Then I'll dance too...

Lennox: May I have your hand?

The white gloves dance gracefully.

At their invitation, the gloves stop moving. And the next moment, they all gather around the three of them.

Akira: Wow, what a force...!

Bradley: 《Adnopotensum》

Before Arthur and the others could be crushed, Bradley's magic blasted the gloves away, sending them flying into the sky.

Bradley: That's payback for pranking me. No more dancing.

Faust: Okay... Now. 《Satillquinart Mullcreed》

Rustica: 《Amorest Viesse》

Rutile: 《Ortonik Setomaouge》

Riquet: 《Sanretea Edif》

The four wizards immediately chanted a spell, and a dazzling light appeared above their heads.

The light quickly spread in all directions, enveloping the entire small village in a glowing hemisphere.

Riquet: We did it...!

Akira: That was a wonderful teamwork! Now the villagers can sleep peacefully tonight.

Riquet and I looked at Faust with relief. Faust looked up at the sky where the gloves had been blown away and said.

Faust: That's true... but we only drove them away temporarily.

Faust: I have a plan. We'll discuss it with the villagers again tomorrow.

Brown-haired man: so It wasn't hands that were wandering around, but gloves...?

Faust: Yes. white gloves were wandering around the village dancing.

Faust: It was a strange sight, but I didn't sense any curse or malice. It felt like it was playing with us.

When dawn broke, we told the gathered villagers what had happened last night.

Brown-haired man: I can't believe... So they were gloves. They were shaped like hands, so I thought they were... No, I'm embarrassed that I misunderstood.

Cain: Even a scarecrow can look like a monster in the dark. It's easy to mistake a hand for a glove.

Lennox: The fact that countless gloves are flying through the air every night is surely a strange phenomenon.

But even though the villagers realized that the creeping hands were gloves, the worried expressions on their faces didn't change.

Soon, some of them huddled together,

and began to talk in a hushed voice, sounding confused.

Brown-haired man: But gloves... Could it be because of that custom?

Curly-haired old woman: You mean the practice of offering gloves at graves? It's been going on since the daughter of the house at the top of the hill died about forty years ago...

Faust: So you have an idea where it came from?

Brown-haired man: Yes... Apparently, long ago, this village had a maiden who died at a young age. In memory of her, we offer gloves every year on the anniversary of her death.

Curly-haired old woman: The girl was the most beautiful girl in the village, and she was also very kind. She could be a bit mischievous, but that was also what made her so cute and good-natured.

White-haired old man: And so, word spread that she was an extremely adorable child, even to the landowners far away.

White-haired old man: One day, she was invited to be a noble`s partner in high society, and even that was amazing, but she was chosen as his bride.

Curly-haired old woman: The whole village was shocked, saying that such a dream could exist.

Bradley: Really? If it's true, that's a hell of marrying up.

Rustica: He fell in love with a girl who grew up in a peaceful village far from the city, and set her on the path to becoming a noble lady��

Rustica: What a dramatic and thrilling story. Surely it must have been a life-changing encounter for both of them.

Faust: But... could something like that really happen? And the girl died young.

Curly-haired old woman: Yes... it must have been a few weeks after she told me with a happy look on her face that she'd been proposed to.

Curly-haired old woman: She was going to her engagement party, so she put on a tailored blue dress and fine white gloves, and rode in a carriage.

Curly-haired old woman: But the carriage had an accident... You see, I told you that there was a trail leading to a cliff if you went to the right after leaving the village.

Curly-Haired Old woman: She was found dead at the bottom of that cliff.

Rutile: Oh no...

Rutile's gentle eyes squeeze shut as he places his hand over his mouth.

Rutile: I can't believe something so tragic happened. ...How painful it must have been for her and for everyone else.

Riquet: Yes... She could have ended up marrying that man, just like in a fairy tale.

Curly-haired old woman: Oh, thank you. For grieving like it was your own loss... I'm sure the girl would be happy.

Curly-haired old woman: But... the landowner didn't even show up to the girl's funeral.

Curly-haired old woman: He refused, said it was too painful to see his beloved in such misery, and that was the end of it.

Akira: He even proposed to her... What was the landowner like?

Curly-haired old woman: He lived far away, so we never saw him. After that, we never even heard from him again.

Curly-haired old woman: But even more than that, there were many strange things happening. It was raining like a storm that day, so maybe that's why we were late in finding her...

Curly-haired old woman: Weirdly enough, no matter how hard we looked, we couldn't find the gloves she was wearing.

Faust, Lennox: ……….

White-haired old man: After that, people said they saw the maiden's ghost in the village and near the cliffs.

White-haired old man: We all thought she was wandering around looking for her lost gloves to go to a party, so we started making offerings on the anniversary of her death.

White-haired old man: We haven't seen her since then... The gloves suddenly appeared around the time of the previous calamity. Maybe she hasn't been able to rest in peace yet.

Arthur: We don't know the truth... but from what I've heard so far, this maiden was very kind, and loved by everyone in the village.

Arthur: Would such a kind girl attack the village's livestock?

White-haired old man: Could it be that... the glove phenomenon and the thing attacking the livestock are caused by separate things?

Brown-haired man: Yes, I'm sure it is. Something else bad has come in.

Curly-haired old woman: You're right, there's no way she would do something like that.

The villagers nodded with serious expressions. Then Faust's calm voice rang out.

Faust: The last calamity was extremely abnormal and twisted, unlike anything we'd ever seen before. Because of that, it has caused damage in various ways all over the place.

Faust: No matter how good she was in life, it's possible that the power of the calamity is affecting her soul and thoughts that remain.

Bradley: It's not just a possibility, it's almost certain.

Lennox: Bradley...

Lennox gives Bradley a reproachful look as he talks matter-of-factly. But Bradley waves his hand and continues.

Bradley: What's the point of obscuring it? That moon has drawn out the girl's soul and made her do evil.

Bradley: Calamity sure has some bad taste.

The villagers were shaken by the sound of a rustling sound. Seeing this, the young wizards seemed convinced.

Though the circumstances may be different, the thoughts and souls of the dead are transformed by the effects of a calamity... We have encountered such incidents several times in the past.

They looked at each other with serious expressions.

Riquet: To distort such a good soul...? That maiden should rest in peace in a place that is appropriate to her deeds in life.

Rutile: If she is attacking her precious hometown unwillingly... That, that's too sad.

Cain: I wonder if there is any good way? A way to protect the villagers while also protecting her feelings...

Arthur: Let's all think of the best plan. The living and the dead are only separated by an insurmountable wall.

Arthur: Everyone on either side is a beloved neighbor. I want them both to live in peace at all times.

Faust listened quietly to the young wizards' conversation. Then, he softened his expression and lowered his eyes.

Faust: ...Then let us hold a night party.

Akira: A night party...?

Faust: Yes, it's a ritual called "Requiem Soiree" Unlike a funeral, it's held for the souls of the dead.

Faust: Souls are essentially invisible to the eye. That's why people fear that souls that can't be sent off at a funeral will wander around and turn into evil spirits.

Faust: To prevent that from happening, we hold ceremonies with a mourning heart.

Lennox: …………

directory- next chapter

#Serata tl

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changingplumbob · 1 year ago

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Villareal Household: Chapter 5, Part 1

An easy Saturday morning with the Villareal's. Luna is moving past her postpartum depression and discuses a change of location with Devin. Rilian and Alfred went and said their first words between rotations the little scamps. Probably my fault for inviting them to so many gatherings but I'm ignoring that.

For ease of reading IF the infants are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets, otherwise it's babble. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian.

Schatz (German) meaning treasure Schnucki (German) meaning sweetie but doesn't have an exact translation Bambino/s (Italian) meaning male child/children Amore (Italian) meaning love Piccolo (Italian) meaning little one Caro (Italian) meaning dear

In the suburbs of Del Sol valley are the Villareal’s, all of whom are awake

Devin: Why hello piccolo mio

Alfred: Mama

Devin: Yes, I’m your mama. Can you two bambinos say mummy? Mummy?

Alfred & Rilian: MUMMY

After saying this Rilian snuggles into Luna’s shoulder happily.

Luna: They are cute aren’t they schatz

Devin: Yeah we made some cuties

Devin: Do you want to feed Rilian

Luna: Do I want to feed the one without gas troubles? Yes

Devin: *chuckles* Looks like it’s just you and me caro, drink up

Luna: We got this milk from our friend just for you two, yes we did schnucki

Devin: They love it

Luna: I wish I had been able to give them more of mine

Devin: Not everyone can breastfeed Lu

Luna: I keep trying to remind myself of that

Devin: Let’s deal with the inevitable gas Alfred. Here we-

Alfred spits out all over Devin’s back

Devin: Fine… this is… totally fine. You get that gas out piccolo mio

Luna: Let’s see if Rilian feels like- no it’s just gas bubbles from him

Devin: *laughs* It’s okay Alfred, none of us are perfect, although I’m pretty damn close

Luna: I love how you are just unfailingly confident

Devin: And I love how you know words like unflail-unfailed... It’s 3am, I cannot be literate at this hour

Luna: Bedtime I think. How about it bambinos?

Devin: Night night Alfred, mama and mummy love you

Alfred: fa mama fa goo da mummy

Luna: Good night schnucki. Okay here we go Rilian, down nice and easy. Mummy and mama love you so much

Rilian: ga do lu mummy

Devin: Night night Rilian

Rilian: go da mama

Alfred begins to wail and fuss so Devin gives him extra kisses while Luna turns on the lullabies. Rilian meanwhile sticks his tiny fingers in his mouth and sucks to calm himself. Eventually both boys drift off to sleep.

Devin: All ready to move tomorrow

Luna: You sure it’s a good idea? The Pinnacles are…

Devin: Perfect? Stunning? Home to breath taking views?

Luna: I was going to go with high class but sure

Devin: Lu we’re plenty high class. With the funds from all the savings accounts we can get 100k without even touching the money for the bambinos

Luna: You may almost be a 4 star celeb but what about me? I have no fame whatsoever

Devin: Celebrities have spouses, not all of them are famous

Luna: What if the neighbours think I’ve no right to be up there

Devin: Then we send Kelly to TP their fences

Luna can’t help giggling at the idea of the nose in the air celebs finding their fences bedecked in toilet paper.

Devin: Lu, the Ward’s have moved out. The lot is bulldozed. At 30k it’s a steal

Luna: If you’re sure we can afford it

Devin: I want the best for my family. I’ve already landed another movie role to do, we can do it, so long as it won’t screw up your mental health

Luna: Don’t worry about me

Devin: Promise me you’ll let me know if it gets too much

Luna: I promise schatz, I promise

The weekend dawns and the women wake early.

Luna: I’m sure our hair was longer when we fell asleep

Devin: It’ll just be the watcher, go back to sleep

Luna: Sleep while an invisible made up being controls my life? Nope. Come on schatz, we need to get up

The two head to the kitchen and grab some leftovers for breakfast. Before she can sit down however Devin pulls Luna close and kisses her cheek

Devin: Happy 30th amore

Luna: *laughs* it’s not like it’s an age up birthday Devin

Devin: Maybe but I enjoy celebrating my wife no matter the occasion and 30 seems like a great occasion

Devin: Will you be my date to the Starlight Accolades?

Luna: Is that on this week

Devin: I guess we show up and… see what happens

Luna: How could I say no to the hottest sim in the worlds

Devin: You know it amore *winks*

Luna: Should we get a nanny for the boys

Devin: I think I can convince De and Paris to stay the night, especially if we set a room up for them

Luna: Do they know how to look after infants

Devin: We have to find out some time

Devin: They can’t be worse than the AI

Luna: Are you planning on teaching the twins that the watcher is real

Devin: Let’s see… Are you planning on teaching them the flower bunny is real

Luna: But schatz the flower bunny is real

Devin: Agree to disagree on the watcher, the boys can make their own minds up

Luna: Have you told Joey you’re planning a room for him in this new house

Devin: Not yet, I want to surprise him

After breakfast Devin and Luna wash up before getting on with their morning routines. Alfred and Rilian continue to sleep soundly during this, although they are good at tossing and turning.

Devin: I flew in and boy are my arms tired

Luna: You quite sure you’re level 6 comedy

Devin: 6 and a half, 7 is in my sights! Tell the gnomes I say hi

Luna laughs and goes out to tend the garden. The gnomes from last Harvestfest stand amongst the plants. Today is the last day of winter but Luna has found her plants survived the warmer winters of Del Sol Valley. Back in Windenburg they would have been buried in snow.

Alfred looks around the room and babbles to Rilian who has also woken up.

Devin: Buongiorno bambinos! Mama is here. Who wants a clean diaper

Alfred: Mama te ga he

Devin scoops Alfred up as Rilian pulls himself into a sit

Rilian: Mummy de da

Devin: Yes mama and mummy are here, oh boy this diaper is no good

Luna: Could you-

Devin: Hand him over after he’s clean? Of course. We want you to have positive interactions with them remember

Luna: Thanks for understanding schatz

Devin: No matter what happens, I’m always going to be your number one fan amore. We have a clean diaper people! Clean diaper

Luna: Mama is silly isn’t she Alfred? Yes mama make silly

Alfred: *giggles*

While Devin takes Rilian out of the cot and over to the changing table Luna takes time to snuggle with Alfred.

Luna: Do we need to pack up stuff

Devin: Just the photos later on. The wa- the movers will take care of the rest

Luna: Hear that Alfred? We’re going to have a big adventure today. Can we have an adventure in our pjs?

Devin: Yes!

Luna: Fair point. Let’s get you changed into your day clothes anyway huh? Where is your hat

Devin: Second drawer. Green alert, two clean diapers

Luna: Let’s go feed them before they change that huh

Devin: We won't be a minute. Okay piccolo mio, let’s get your outfit on. Leg through that hole, arm through that one… Perfect, just like me!

Luna: What new food can we explore today schnucki

Alfred: mummy da lo mama

Devin: How about yoghurt, I’ll grab some

Luna: Now Alfred, remember, the food can’t hurt you. And Rilian, try be brave

Devin: He likes to think about his food, don’t you caro

Rilian: mama foo foo (food food) mummy

Alfred: fa na doo loo

Luna: Come on schnucki, try keep it in your mouth

Devin: Here comes the airplane, you ready Rilian

Rilian: foo (food) mama de la

Devin: Open wide! Aww, he grabbed for the spoon again

Luna: We better try some finger food after this

Alfred: ga na mummy foo (food)

Devin: Rilian did you hear mummy? We keep the food in our mouth

Rilian however is very happy to pull it back out and play with it. Devin is admiring him playing away when Alfred begins to fuss and cry.

Luna: *sighs in defeat* The hell did I do this time

Devin: It’s not you Lu, he just mustn’t like yoghurt. Cheer up caro

Alfred: *rages*

Devin: Tell you what Lu, Rilian is just unsure about yoghurt. You want to give him his finger foods and I’ll work on calming down Alfred

Luna: Please

Devin: Listen now piccolo mio, you don’t have to like every food. But crying afterwards won’t achieve anything

Alfred simply pouts.

Luna: Here are some yoghurt melts schnucki

Rilian looks visibly confused. He just tried yoghurt with mama. What does mummy mean when she indicates something different is also yoghurt?

Luna: We can pick them up like this, remember

Devin: Here we go Alfred, try these. See if you feel differently about them

Alfred: Mama foo na doo (not do food)

Devin: Just try it caro

The twins try the yoghurt melts carefully. Rilian remains unsure about the whole thing, not forming an opinion yet. Alfred however perks right up as he discovers he loves yoghurt melts.

Luna: Alright, all the plants have been harvested in case they don’t travel well

Devin: And I’ve scooped up all the photos

Luna: So is the house ready

Devin: It’s… a work in progress

Luna: Devin, is it fit for habitation?

Devin: Of course! It’s just only one storey at the moment so there’s this big empty part where the staircase should go. And the walls are super tall.

Luna: You’ll have to start knitting longer hanging plants

Devin: I know! If we hung the short ones up we would forget they exist

Alfred: Mummy? Mama? do na

Luna: Sorry schnucki, we’re coming back

Rilian: Mummy fa na mama too ra

Luna: How does Alfred get brown on his face when all the food was white

Devin: Because infants are magic

Luna: Obviously

Devin plays a quick game of peek-a-boo with Alfred who doesn’t mind it while Luna keeps talking to Rilian.

Devin: Alfred caro if you’re just going to play with it then I think we’re done

Alfred: Mama ti me lup (pick me up)

Devin: Is me a new word???

Luna: I think so

Devin: Mama is coming caro

Luna: Who wants to play peek-a-boo. Where’s mummy gone Rilian

Devin: Wait Lu he-

Rilian bursts in to tears at the game, feeling very afraid at his mummy just disappearing like that

Luna: Sorry, I forgot

Devin: Don’t worry. Now bambinos, say bye bye house. Bye bye house

Alfred: li li sss (bye bye house)

Devin: Here we are Rilian, home

Rilian: Mama me na boo

Luna: I think someone has been listening to his brother’s words. Hear that Alfred

Alfred: He na mummy

Luna: Does he count as a word

Devin: Depends if he meant he I suppose. Let’s get them to the nursery and work on unpacking huh

Luna: Who wants to go find their toys? Is it you schnucki? Is it you

Alfred: Mummy me da oop

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hospitalterrorizer · 5 months ago

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diary350

9/4-5/24

wednesday - thursday

listening to dna on dna.

it's been forever since i've heard this.

or i guess right now i'm going through tracks cuz i've gotta go to bed soon, but here's one:

youtube

very fun music, to me, i remember this blowing my head off in hs, and doing a bunch of fucked up acoustic guitar recordings, and since i wasn't and still am not very good at guitar (though much better now ofc, i can play write songs on guitar now...), i'd just thrash it, scrape the strings a ton, it sucked kinda because i had no good way to play amplified, so i was trying to do this sort of thing, just unable, now i can kinda get there on the computer but arto lindsay does a lot of things that are just impossible through synths, and that's okay cuz his super rhythmic method on a lot of these songs isn't exactly what i'm interested in though i should keep it in mind, some of his ideas, i use some of the stuff he does with modulating picking speed in very intentional ways in my playing, plus thinking up strange rhythms and doing totally atonal moves could be good, or idk, i already seek out lots of atonality, i think. but it's still fun. really i should see if there's any tabs for any of this, and try and learn from that as well.

here's something i was looking at today, from those old mag scans i found on that forum:

from vogue japan... just really love these. i would really like to be 'like that', whatever that means... to anyone... to me it just means being cute and stuff i guess. and also looking kind of freaky. freaky meaning... aloof i guess, and scary because of being skinny and that making you seem colder naturally. i guess. i like being cold + cute.

tonight i was reading some of marie calloway's book, i'm on the story about tao lin, where he is renamed 'jeremy lin'. it's hard to put how her stuff makes me feel into words. a strange feeling. digesting words, not getting words out, just some silent feeling, stuck inside, a marble beating on a diaphragm, producing sound, but never getting loose, going elsewhere. that's a good way to put it, the marble, transparent and shining, reforming the world through the glass as well. she is a good writer, and is good at, at least seemingly, putting her thoughts down, her insights about the ways certain people will/can be, that kind of thing. particularly men.

i did work on the soundtrack today, as well, got another little tiny scene down, tomorrow i would like to get one more out and then send that over, then get to work on the rest if i can get roughly the first half of music down, i'll be happy.

i also worked on my own music tonight a bit, one song, i just didn't like the drumming on part of it, so i messed with it, i want it to be a bit more... odd, i guess, the drumming i had down was stompy in this way i began finding very unpleasant, it was like... too nine inch nails almost? i dunno. not that it really was but it felt like too much. what i have now is looser feeling, which is definitely the direction i want it to go even if this isn't the final idea for the drums, but i need to wait a day or so to go back and listen to see if this is really what i want/need.

i really like how annoying and stupid craig kureck is on drums on arab on radar, i would really like to get some of that sloppy nonsense drumming down, more. plus the wonky rushing disco sound of some other songs i like.

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i found something funny, i looked up craig's name on google, found a blog that reviewed their album soak the saddle 9 years ago or so, and found that since then, this person has been writing poetry on this blog, might be worth flipping through more but here's a funny one:

forget society when there's universe.

what a strange person. hope they are well.

today was stressful, it was errand day, next week we'll be seeing her mom twice to stock up on stuff, we'll go to sam's club... i wanna get the food court pizza... it's so yummy, to an idiot like me.

i also wrote today, somehow errands day is so stressful it always makes me write, never writing that is good for my longer narrative work, although i did some of that earlier today actually, i thought of something that might happen in an exchange. it's interesting how a scene can expand, i wonder if there's some way i can get at the non-time in writing, i guess if i catalog each detail which comes to me, that sounds interesting in some way, i'd also like to reach a point where it doesn't feel narrative. it's not that i want to get away from narrative work... i keep thinking about abstract stuff, what they can do, the abstractions in say early games, early film, i'm interested in getting at that in my writing, which i something i get to do w/ the poetry/freakproseassemblage stuff i do on days like this but i'd like to go there in 'stories', make them... it's like how life feels, to me, it's less joined, so there's these visions we have, of waking motion, of waking life modulated by the past, far off fantasies, desire, failure, all this is lancing us all at once, we do not travel through it, so much as, it's pain, i guess, so that pain of living, it's an expansion of everything, expanding to the next moment, a contraction here or there, it's a stumble, so i would like for my writing to have more of that inside of it. sometimes i am there, i do like expansion/contraction as a method, it expands into poetics, maybe, i wonder how i could make it fall apart different though.

would you believe me if i say that this has something to do with pac man and dig dug?

what is any of what's on the screen here, really, it's so strange, that and its soundscape... it's all inspiring to me.

i have to sleep now, though,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#Youtube

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hisadoringkitten · 8 months ago

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12 days...

Yesterday afternoon, we signed our lease... it's pretty surreal to see our full legal names on an official document together like that. It's so fucking cute that it struck you too, I love that you're all sentimental about that stuff like I am. You told me you would never co-sign for someone else, nor have you ever. It made me feel so very special. The last few days, you've been so reassuring and comforting that I can't help but continuously fall harder and deeper for you. The way you handle me, the way you talk about our future together is amazing.

You've begun to discuss with me how to read you and how you work in relationships in preparation for my training. I really genuinely am so eager to learn how to be your perfect sub and partner, your confidant, and respite. You keep saying that you've never had someone that was the whole package like me and how we fit so well, like perfect puzzle pieces. It warms my heart like you wouldn't believe, to know that I'm so special to you. You show it, but hearing the words knocks the breath from my chest. Every concern and insecurity I've been struggling with after the trip, you've addressed and calmed in the most loving ways.

Today was his day off. I planned to handle some paperwork stuff, the acknowledgement of paternity and getting some checks printed. I put my new address on them ☺️ He talked about making it a whole day... run the errands, take the kids out to lunch, and the splash pad. I knew he'd change that plan when I heard him up at almost 4. We talked about it this morning. Sure enough, as soon as the paperwork was done, he took our son home to play video games. I took our daughter to replace one of her dolls... as expected, hers were tossed. We got Starbucks at Target and a pedicure afterward. It was so nice to spend time with just her. She needed the break, too. She's so smart and the stress of this is getting to her. We had a talk yesterday, it was hitting her pretty hard and I held her while we chatted about the why's and how's of it all. It seemed to help.

When we got home, I dozed off a bit and talked to you on your way home. I love getting this much time to talk to you. It brings me such peace. Even in the late morning today, we were sending each other ideas for furniture for the apartment and talking layout. It's all so sweet.

This evening I got a text about interviewing for a great job. I'm weary but you told me to just call them tomorrow to confirm beforehand and not give any personal info. I'll do it in the morning. It does seem fishy. It amazes me how you protect me from this distance.

Today, more than most, you made me feel so very loved and fulfilled. You even told me you love me as we were getting off the phone. I cherish it when you do, and when I feel it's not pushing any boundaries to say it back. I really do deeply and passionately love you.

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softsky-daily · 1 year ago

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1/19/2024

The sun was really stretching across the sky today.

Positive thing: I actually got homework done ahead of time, and my roommate friends made a good dinner like always.

Sitting with a friend with both our laptops open and working on stuff does wonders to my brain somehow. I guess that's just the magic of parallel play. I didn't finish everything, but I did get a good chunk done, and the rest isn't due until Tuesday so I still have time.

Anyways, I am in a state of absolute giddiness right now because one of my friends from class is coming over tomorrow and I'm going to be evil and make her watch 逃げ恥 (translation: I shyly brought up the idea and she said okie dokie and inwardly I was like you don't know what you just agreed to but I'm not backing out now). She likes Asian dramas in general, so hopefully she'll enjoy this one too. Even if not I'll take any excuse to watch it again so it's a win-win for me. Maybe we can grab some lunch while we're at it too.

I was messaging the airbnb lady today too since I had to send some info for our Japan trip and she ends some of her messages with a ^_^ face which is cute. In response I send a ^u^ face in kaomoji solidarity and I don't know if she appreciates them but for me it's like a fun bit I'm doing. If it were socially acceptable I'd end my work emails with :3.

#skyposting #thoughtposting

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Omg I've had photos of your bracelets bookmarked as inspiration! I totally forgot those were yours. They're so beautiful!! I think FOB will be a lot of fun even if you don't know their music - one of my best friends is a huge fan and says they're amazing live. I've been debating grabbing tickets to see them too but I have 6 concerts lined up next year and two more I think I'm going to get tickets for haha so we'll see. But I'm also making bracelets for holly, olivia, and eras next year!

Ohhh is notion the digital bujo thing or am I thinking of something else? RWRB is so cute and anastasia and waitress are beautiful. It's cool to connect your bujo art to your current interests and then be able to go back through and remember all the media you enjoyed at different points. I would definitely love to see any bujo art you want to share! And wow, self-taught embroidery - that's awesome!!

Sorry to hear about the awful work environment - I hope you've moved on to something better and have recovered well from grad school! 💜 Your description of everything sounds very similar to the path I've been on. It's encouraging hearing about all the art you've worked on though - I feel really motivated to start pushing through this slump and make some fun things!! I want to do some themed art similar to your bujo theming. I just thrifted a little decorative box with small blank cards in them so I might try to do some mini collages on those maybe with music lyrics.

I hope you feel better soon and can go do some ceramic painting! I'm super lucky with knitting / crafting. My mom knit when she was younger so she taught me and let me have her old needles and yarn. And in general, she's very crafty and taught me a lot of different craft things growing up. I think the collaging was a combination of enjoying crafting as a kid and liking to collect things (in this case, scraps of paper and magazine clippings).

Btw how do you like the new Holly / MUNA collab?

oh my gosh that is so nice of you to say!!! i'm hoping to make more bracelets this week + next so i can send them out with presents, but we'll see if that ends up happening or not! if i do make more i'll post some photos on here for you 🤍

what concerts are you seeing next year? a lot of artists/bands that i like toured this year so aside from olivia + holly + taylor, i don't really think anyone i particularly care about will be touring :( i did really want to see noah kahan and also bleachers, but i don't particularly want to travel travel (especially since bleachers isn't coming to the west coast at all).

notion is the digital bujo thing! i really liked it, and like it for some things, but got caught up in making everything super pretty over actually being functional :( i keep forgetting it gets dark dark here in seattle at like 3pm now, but tomorrow for sure i will take some better photos of my bujo 🤍

i hope you're able to fall back into crafty things soon! grad school really is just ... soul sucking/all consuming. i'd love to see some of your crafts too, if you'd like to share!! 🤍 i'm starting to feel a little bit better — still don't reallllly have a voice (it keeps coming in & out), but i'm feeling a lot better overall! and that's so cool that you got to learn from your mom! my mom isn't crafty at all (she loves to bake though!) and i have no idea who i picked up my love for crafts from!

i really like the new holly/muna collab! i love muna — i'd love to see them live someday, and i think into your room was such a good song for them to be on! what about you? 🤍 if you could have holly collab with anyone, who would you want and why? personally, i'd love her to work with benjamin francis leftwich again — i think about this video often, and i'd love to see her collab with the 1975/matty healy since i really love what they did on sleep tight + please don't leave just yet.

#post: answered #mutual: elle

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2jaeh · 3 years ago

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attention | shotaro

shotaro had countless of girls running after him, but his eyes were always on you

genre: smut

content: fem!reader, college au, innocent!reader, dom!shotaro, slight corruption kink, praise kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, protected sex

word count: 2.5k

author lin

You could never understand why Shotaro was interested in you. There were plenty of other girls throwing themselves at him. He was one of the most popular guys on the campus, several girls thirsting in his comments whenever he uploaded on Instagram or posted another dance video. You, on the other hand, were nobody. You went to your classes, got decent grades and stayed out of anyone's way. You barely dated anyone, you never went to any big college parties and you were lucky enough to have, like, two close friends.

And yet, despite being practically a ghost, Shotaro always took notice of you. He always smiled at you when he passed you in the corridor. He always greeted you and asked you how you were doing whenever he got the chance. He was always a little flirty, but you didn't think much about that. He was flirty and friendly with everyone, but your friends always seemed to think he wanted more with you. And you being the anxious, inexperienced hermit that you were, you chose to push aside that possibility.

"He's looking at you again." Sungchan hummed, his eyes glancing over your shoulder as he sipped his milkshake.

"What else is new?" Xiaojun chuckled, "So when are you just gonna give him some of that cooch-"

"Oh my God, shut up!" You whined, your face heating up.

"Sorry baby." Xiaojun giggled as you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

Shotaro was attractive, and even that word wasn't nearly enough to describe him. There was a clear reason why so many people were obsessed with him. So to have him give you any kind of attention boggled your mind. Then it didn't help that Xiaojun had been feeding you ideas that Shotaro desperately wanted to get in your pants. You couldn't come to terms with that and Xiaojun thought that was the funniest thing ever.

"He's coming over here." Sungchan announced nonchalantly.

"Huh?" Your eyes widened as you quickly looked over your shoulder and lo and behold, Shotaro was making his way over to your table with that charming grin on his face.

"Hey everyone." Shotaro's cute voice filled your ears as he stood near you, resting his hands on the edge of the table. His brown locks were curly and messily hanging over his face. His cologne immediately engulfed your senses, you thought you were getting lightheaded.

"Hey Taro," Xiaojun grinned mischievously, "what brings you here?"

"I was hoping I could talk to Y/n for a bit." Shotaro's gaze landed on you, that smirk on his face making you shift in your seat.

"Me?"

"You seem shocked?" Shotaro giggled adorably.

"She's just playing dumb," Xiaojun said, nudging you, "you know you always make her shy."

"Oh, do I?"

"Dejun…" You muttered threateningly, shooting a glare at Xiaojun.

"She thinks you're hot." Sungchan piped in bluntly and you had to stop yourself from launching yourself across the table to hit him.

An unfathomable amount of heat rushed to your face as you heard the amused laughter leave Shotaro's lips. You wanted to crawl into a hole and let it swallow you completely. You wanted all three of them to disappear because the embarrassment was unbearable.

"Well… I have a dance performance tomorrow night so I was hoping you'd come and watch me." Shotaro pondered, the offer directed right at you as he leaned closer and tilted his head to the side.

"Uh… um…"

"She'll be there." Xiaojun answered for you.

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow." Shotaro nodded, sending you a cheeky wink before walking away.

…..

The next afternoon arrived much too quickly for your liking. Xiaojun had given you numerous pep talks in the past few hours, letting you know that it was a good idea for you to take this opportunity. Shotaro was a nice guy who was interested in you, what was there to be worried about? Well, except for the fact that you were quite inexperienced and you didn't want him to think that you were too pathetic for him. You weren't a virgin, but you knew for sure that his body count was mountains higher than your measly grand total of that one boyfriend you had for a year. You were a shy person by nature, he was charming and confident. It was intimidating.

You decide to dress up nice, spritz a little bit more perfume than usual and put some effort in your makeup. You arrived at the hall where the recital was taking place, slipping into one of the empty seats. The small venue was filled with other students, you took notice of Shotaro's group of fangirls squealing in the front row. After a few minutes, the lights in the hall dimmed and a few lamps lit up the stage. Shotaro and his dance crew ignited the stage, the performances making the audience go wild.

You couldn't take your eyes off Shotaro. He was dressed in black techwear and a bucket hat, but you made him out immediately by that smile on his face. His movements were so fluid, so natural. He hit every beat and it was obvious that he knew how good he was. He was cocky and confident and it showed in the way he smirked and stuck his tongue out. You felt your throat grow dry, your hands fidgety and your body growing hot.

The performance finally ended with a roaring applause from everyone as the crew bowed in gratitude before rushing off the stage. Once the lights in the venue came back on you made your way out with the crowd. It was cold outside, the wind nipping against your warm skin. Some of the dancers began exiting the venue as well, being greeted and congratulated by their friends. From some distance away, you saw Shotaro exiting the building, his bucket hat discarded, his messy hair clinging to his sweaty forehead and his duffle bag on his shoulder. He was immediately bombarded by his group of admirers, shouting about his performance.

You took that as your cue to leave. He was clearly going to be kept busy by his fans and friends, there was no way he'd even remember that he invited you to the show. So you turned on your heels and began walking away from the crowd.

"Y/n!" Shotaro's voice made you halt dead in your tracks.

You turned back to look and your heart did a somersault when you saw him jogging towards you, that bright smile on his face and his eyes only on you. Once he reached you, he placed his arm over your shoulders.

"You actually came!" He beamed, opting to walk with you in the same direction you were leaving.

"Y-your performance was great." You replied shyly, unable to make eye contact with you.

"Thank you," Shotaro gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, "you wanna go back to my place?"

"H-huh?" You probably looked like an idiot, gaping up at him while he just giggled.

"My place? We can go hang out…" Shotaro shrugged, "are you always this… innocent?"

"N-no, I just didn't hear what you said." You lied with a gulp.

"You're a bad liar," Shotaro surprised you with a peck on your cheek and you felt like your body was on fire, "but you're so cute."

The rest of the walk to Shotaro's dorm was concluded in silence. He led you inside, briefly greeting his roommates that were either raiding the kitchen or watching a movie with the volume obnoxiously loud. Soon enough you were being escorted to his room, Shotaro closing and locking the door behind him. You shyly sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Shotaro threw his bag aside, stripping himself of his jacket to reveal his toned arms.

"Do you want to listen to some music? Or watch something?" Shotaro asked as he opened up the laptop on his desk.

"Music… is fine." You replied in a low voice, your body still frozen in your spot.

"Alright," Shotaro hummed, putting on one of his soft playlists before climbing onto his bed, his back rested against the headboard, "you know… you don't have to be so shy with me."

"It's just… I'm not used to this." You admitted quietly.

"Not used to what?" Shotaro crawled closer to you until he was sitting next to you, "being in a guy's room? Having a guy… flirt with you?"

You nodded.

"Y/n… if it makes you uncomfortable you can tell me, okay?" Shotaro insisted, all hints of playfulness gone.

"No, no, it's okay," You gulped, playing with your fingers, "I like it…"

"Really?" His tone was teasing as he tilted his head to look at you, "what exactly do you like?"

"I… I like the attention… from you." You mumbled, keeping your head low.

"Oh? So my baby likes attention?" Shotaro tucked his fingers under your chin to lift your head to look at him, "but aren't you too innocent for me?"

"I'm not innocent." You breathed out, the way he looked at you sending the arousal right to your core.

"Really? But you act like such a good girl," Shotaro leaned in until his lips were so dangerously close to yours, his breath brushing against your skin, "you should show me how you're not innocent…"

His lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss, you had to hold onto his shoulders to support yourself. His fingers danced down your body until his hands found refuge on your hips. He bit your bottom lip, getting more turned on by the sound of the shocked gasps and moans that got stuck in your throat. He tugged you into his arms before laying on your back against the mattress, his body hovering over you.

"Taro…" Your breathing hitched as he lips moved to your neck, sucking and nipping at the warm skin.

"Hmm?"

"Why do you pay so much attention to me?" You asked, your fingers lacing through his hair halting his actions.

"You're cute, Y/n," Shotaro planted a kiss on your neck before lifting his head to look up at you, "I like you, nothing more complicated than that."

"You're not gonna just fuck me then throw me aside?" You frowned.

"Never," Shotaro pecked you on your lips, "so why do you enjoy my attention so much?"

"I… I just like you."

"Good." Shotaro smirked.

Shotaro pulled his shirt over his head and chucked it aside, grinning at the way you just stared at his body, unable to hide the shyness on your face. His warm hands snuck under your top, tugging the material off. Your arms instinctively went up to cover your chest, your body flushed while Shotaro just giggled at your actions.

"I thought you weren't innocent?" He teased, his fingers wrapping around your wrists to gently release your arms.

"I-I'm not… it's just that the one guy I was with… it was dark… and quick." You spoke hesitantly, shifting nervously under Shotaro's gaze.

"So… he didn't make you feel good like this?" Shotaro gave you an innocent smile before planting a kiss right between your breasts, his hand sneaking down to run a finger over your jean-covered womanhood.

"N-no." You shuddered under his touch, unconsciously bucking your hips up for more.

"Okay baby, I promise I'll make you feel better than he did." Shotaro whispered as he pulled down the straps of your bra, reaching behind you to unhook the garment.

Once your torso was exposed for him, he latched his mouth onto one of your boobs, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nipple before moving to the other one. He trailed wet kisses down your chest and abdomen, his hands softly kneading your breasts. He halted at the waistband of your jeans, quickly planting a kiss on your clothed core which made your body jolt in shock. That damn smile never left his face, completely amused by your sweet reactions.

He sat up to unbutton your pants and help you out of them. He immediately leaned over to tug your underwear down. Your body was flushed with embarrassment as you pressed your legs shut, Shotaro's lustful eyes devouring your every curve.

"Don't worry baby." He cooed, beckoning you to spread your legs for him.

When you finally obliged, Shotaro positioned himself on his tummy and his face was directly in front of your core. You knew you were embarrassingly aroused for him when he smirked up at you before littering little butterfly kisses over your thighs. His breath fanned over your heat before you felt his tongue swipe over your mound and shock ran through your body. He wasted no time sucking on your sensitive bud, edged on by your whimpers and moans of inexplicable pleasure. It was like nothing you'd ever felt before.

He inserted a finger into your core and you gasped in surprise, unable to comprehend the double stimulation. Once you were relaxed enough, Shotaro added another finger, until he was pumping three fingers in and out of you and you were a squirming mess under him, unable to hold back the loud mewls and whines that escaped you. You quickly came undone and Shotaro continued to ride out your high with his fingers.

He came to kiss your lips, removing his hand from you to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. He moved away to discard the rest of his clothing and you bit down on your lip at the sight of his nude figure, your heartbeat quickening. He climbed back onto the bed to position himself in between your legs, reaching over to his desk to pull out a condom from the drawer. He ripped open the packet with his teeth before pushing the condom over his member.

"Wanna try something more fun?" He grinned sweetly down at you.

"Hmm?"

"Lie down on your tummy, baby." Shotaro stated and you complied almost immediately.

"Such a good girl." He hummed before his arms wrapped around your waist to lift you up slightly, bending your knees so that your ass stuck up for him. His words made you shudder with pleasure.

His hands roamed over your soft skin while you felt his member rubbing against your entrance. Shotaro's hands held on your hips as he entered your heat, your fingers gripping onto the pillow under your head as you gasped in pleasure. His movements were slow at first, letting you get used to the stretch, before thrusting faster. His hips rolled so fluid and natural, just like how he did on the stage earlier. He grunted with each thrust, reaching his hand forward to stimulate your clit.

Your orgasm quickly built up again and you came undone, your body collapsing onto the bed as Shotaro continued to rock his hips against you, chasing his own orgasm. With one last grunt, Shotaro reached his climax and his body rested on top of yours. You both laid there in silence, breathing heavily. Shotaro rolled off you, laying flat on his back next to you. He turned his head to the side and gave you a cheeky smile that made your heart flutter.

"So um… this really isn't a one time thing?" You asked shyly, nuzzling your face into the pillow as Shotaro chuckled lightly.

"Of course," he snickered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "I've still got so much more to show you.."

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yaya4302 · 3 years ago

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Red Hood Drabble #2

Jason Todd x Gn!reader

Warnings: Non-beta'd, mobile typed, I hope fluff, wrote at 12 am so (-_-)

A/n: let me know what I should improve, your feedback would be greatly appreciated.

I'm just plotting as I go :)

I DO NOT CONSENT TO COPYING AND REPUBLISHING

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"Hello?"

"Hi Mr. Bernard, it's Y/n. I wanted to let you know that I won't be able to come in tomorrow, a family emergency came up with my mom." I lie easily, feeling tiny bits a guilt.

"Alright, that's no problem, we'll have someone cover for you. Take care and have a good night." Mr. Bernard said kindly. I thanked him and hung up, looking back to the man who was still on my floor. Checking the clock on my phone, I sigh for the umpteenth time that night, feeling fatigue weighing down on me.

For 2 hours I've been cleaning and dressing the several wounds on Red Hood's body. I never knew one person could have so many scars on just their arms and face. I didn't even want to check the rest of his body.

I take a seat next to his head, grabbing the towel from the water bowl. I drain the water and wipe off any dirt and grime from his face and neck. My heart hurts staring at the bandages I used, knowing I have to use more soon.

His leg is wrapped firmly, the knife that stabbed him next to his jacket and helmet on the couch. I wasn't going to attempt lugging this guy over 6 feet onto my couch.

I stare at him a little longer, watching his chest rise and fall with each deep breath. His shirt exposing some of the cuts he sustained tonight. After some fighting with my thoughts, I whisper an apology and rip the holes in his black shirt to give me more room to clean and dress him.

After a while I finish, proud of myself and thank the survival classes my mom made me take. I'll have to send her some flowers. I wipe my forehead, and rise to me feet. My knees aching from kneeling too long, so I lay down on the love seat I have. My heavy eyelids get heavier, my breathing deeper. I stare at Red Hood, praying that he wakes up soon.

The tiny voice in my head tells me that I made a mistake helping him. He's cute. But he's a murder, for crying out loud.

But he's kinda cute.

I reach into my pocket, fish out my phone, and just scroll on social media. After about an hour or so, I become sleep delusional.

I stare at Red Hood for another moment, before my world is pulled under the serenity of sleep. I dreamt that night of many things. But the main thing I kept seeing in it was Red Hood.

Who was he? Were his eyes brown? Green, Grey? Blue, hazel? His jaw was as sharp as the blade I took out of his thigh. His lips, bloody and plump, looked very kissable. Everyone is obsessed with Blüdhaven's Nightwing, while Red Hood was not the fan favorite. Bit if they seen him as close as I have, their opinions would be changing real quick.

But as I dreamt on, I didnt notice the squeaking of my floor, nor the sound of groaning and hisses of pain. I o ly felt the warmth of a blanket, and the coolness of the air from my broken window.

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When the light from outside shined through the windows, I began to wake up. I opened my eyes, only to have my stomach drop to my ass.

Red Hood was gone. He took his things. He was awake.

Any sleep in my eyes was washed away by panic. I stood from the chair, feeling the blanket fall off me. I looked down at it, wondering when I got the blanket. Thats when it hit me.

He put it on me.

"Well, shit." I mumbled to myself, picking it up from the floor. I surveyed my living room, seeing the glass picked up from the pile I made. The medical tools I had organized nicely on my table. I smile to myself, grateful that he was nice enough to clean up for me.

I look out the window I'll need to replace, staring the morning sun rising. The sound of sirens, cars and music fill the silence.

"Stay safe, Red Hood." I say to the city, hoping that I get to properly thank him another time.

Good thing that he had the same idea.

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