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nerd!armin x popular bimbo girl!reader?

the reader needs a tutor so she asks the smartest boy on campus and they have a “study session” in the library

Thank you for your request! I hope you like it! (ALSO: I’m so sorry this took so long to write omgmgg please forgive me) ~ I also would like to write a better version of this later. Though I'm in love with this prompt, I feel I didn't write the smut part that well.

Minors DNI! NSFW below the cut. Fem!Reader, FemBodied!Reader.

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At this point, Armin’s legs were burning, his heart racing and hands uncontrollably shaking, while you were practically out breath, your lungs tightening as you released yet another hearty laugh and not caring about the sweat running down your forehead. Neither you nor Armin expected to be running away from the librarian at 2am in the morning on the cold, campus sidewalk, your hair and makeup questionably messy and his shirt noticeably unbuttoned with hickeys staining his neck. However, the thrill of it all was something you didn’t know you both needed…

Earlier:

“Y/n?” Armin questioned, waving his sharpened pencil in front of your face. “Are you paying attention?” He awkwardly laughed as he scratched the back of his neck. You look up at him, battering your mascara-covered eyelashes at him. “Ahh… I have no idea what’s going on,” you sighed.

Armin wanted to bang his head against the library table. He knew it would be difficult teaching the ‘campus bimbo,’ but he didn’t know it would be this hard… yet there he was. 1am on a Thursday, the test tomorrow, and you still couldn’t grasp the basics of quadratic functions.

“Why don’t we take a break?” he suggested, loudly dropping his pencil on the table, leaning back in his chair, and adjusting his disheveled collar poking out of his blue sweater.

“Okay!” you giggled mindlessly, turning to face him in your chair as you twirled your hair in your fingers. “Even though I’ll probably fail the test tomorrow, thank you for teaching me!” you exclaimed, fiddling with your compact mirror and checking your dolled-up face.

Armin tensed up at your backhanded words. Pushing his hair back out of frustration, he cursed the fact he was wasting his time with such an ai-headed girl. “Y-you’re welcome,” he hastily said as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Why didn’t he say no to your study session - if you could even call it a study session - ? Even though Armin was the school nerd, it’s no surprise to him that you came and asked him for help because, well… Everyone does that - always taking advantage of Armin - only talking to him because they want to use his neat, color-coded notes, only inviting him to parties so that he would later help them study.

You felt bad for Armin. Though you couldn’t deny he was way too uptight, everyone did make fun of him for every little thing; the way he dressed like a professor, how he was always so punctual, the way he was the first to raise his hand when the teacher asked a question, how he came extra prepared to class with extra pencils.

But being so close to him now, this was the first time you realized how handsome he actually was. His turquoise veins protruding from his soft, pale skin… his slender fingers gently holding his flashcards, his toned muscles peeking their way through his rolled up sleeves and making his clothes just a little tight, the sharpness of jawline contrasting with his kind, bright smile, the way his ocean blue eyes stared intently with such passion, and his thick, golden hair growing to his eyebrows, allowing his cute ears to shyly show themselves while his undercut beautifully shaped his face… he was beautiful.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” you suddenly asked.

Armin was taken aback by this question. No one had ever asked him this nor did any one seem to have any interest in his personal life whatsoever.

“No,” he paused, “I don’t have time for that stuff…” he trailed off. Armin never had a girlfriend, and thinking about it now, he never really had any crushes. He was way too busy keeping up with his grades, extra curricular activities, and student council. It would be practically impossible for him to keep such close relations with his kind of responsibilities, but that doesn’t mean he’s not lonely… his arms aching for someone to hold, his heart cold due the absence of warmth of a person he loves.

Armin didn’t bother asking you if you had a boyfriend. You were the most popular person on campus, partying with countless dudes every weekend, hanging out with a large group of girls at the mall nearly every day, your phone buzzing so much during class that your professor told you multiple times to turn it off, and you were pretty - your hair was always done in a pretty style, your makeup (though a bit slutty) always brought out the best features of your face, your nails were always painted, your skin was smooth and silky, and your perfume scent was addicting. Not only that but your clothes showed off your body so well; your skirt that was just a little short allowed people to see your cute panties when you bend over to pick something up, and your shirt that was barely even a shirt was always cropped above your waist and showed off your bouncy, plush cleavage… so of course you had a boyfriend. But even though Armin was an incredibly focused nerd, he couldn’t deny that your sweet smell, tight clothes, and lipstick-covered lips made him lustful.

“Too busy for that stuff?! Aren’t you lonely? It’s like you don’t even know how to have fun,” you chuckle, jokingly hitting his shoulder which happened to be really muscular underneath his sweater.

“Haha yeah,” he said, seemingly uninterested in where you were going with this.

“If you’re so busy, does that mean you don’t have time to masturbate?” you giggled, covering your plump mouth with your hand and fluttering your eyelashes at him.

Armin became extremely flustered as tints of red washed over his body in waves.

“W-what?” he stuttered. “Why are you asking me these questions? We are supposed to be studying!” he quietly shrieked, looking away to break eye contact with you and playing with the watch on his wrist.

“Haha, I am just joking. You’re such a nerdy boy, just want to make you blush,” you sincerely smiled.

“W-well I am a young college student, so obviously I - I do that from time to time thanks to p-porn,” he stammered.

“Woah woah wait. Someone as uptight and rigid as you watches porn?” you harshly laughed, genuinely shocked. You scooted your chair closer to him and leaned into his neck, your hot breath caressing his skin and your hair resting upon his shoulder. “What kind of porn does this nerd like to watch?” you inquired, widely grinning as you saw how embarrassed Armin had become.

On the inside, Armin was fuming, mostling frightened that he had gotten himself into an embarrassing loop with no escape that would most likely be gossiped about amongst the popular students, but mostly angry that some dumb, slutty bitch was wanting to pry into his personal life, not even appreciating the fact that he spent countless hours in the library helping you study to no avail because you couldn’t pay attention if your life depended on it… that this same dumb, slutty bitch was just getting her fun from teasing some nerd who is taken advantage of and forgotten by everyone… angry that you - with your pretty makeup, plump lips, short skirt, and overflowing cleavage - weren’t paying the price for your teasing.

Suddenly, Armin sat up in his chair, his muscles tensing through his clothes, and an aggravated look forming across his face, wrinkling his brows. He quickly takes a fistful of your hair and pulls you close to his face, allowing you to see the different shades of blue in his eyes and his soft, blond eyelashes. His innocent, geeky look is nowhere to be found on his face as he intensely stares into your eyes.

“It just so happens that this nerd likes to watch useless, empty-headed bimbos like you get their pussies abused,” he said, dominance seething from his teeth as his mint breath hits your face. Before you even have time to think, Armin unbuttons his slacks and practically forces your mouth on his hard, pretty cock.

Watching you gag and choke on his cock with saliva dribbling down your chin made him laugh. “You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, slut, we’re in a library remember?” he coos. He abruptly pulls you off his cock, taking in the sight of his lipstick-stained tip and the mascara tears streaming down your face. His treatment was so harsh and so sudden, making you miss the ‘nicer’ and ‘quieter’ Armin, but you couldn’t deny his sudden dominance made your aching cunt flood with arousal.

Before doing anything else, Armin scans the library, making sure no one is around. Grabbing your wrist, he forces you to sit on his lap, facing him on top of the library chair. Everything happened so quickly, barely even leaving you time to think, barely leaving you time to think that Armin was using your body to relieve his anger and frustration, not leaving you time to realize how sopping wet your needy cunt actually was.

Sitting atop his lap, he spreads your plush, soft thighs, exposing the fact that you didn’t wear any panties to this study session, causing Armin’s eyes to widen.

“I don’t know why I’m so surprised that a whore like you wouldn’t wear anything underneath your short skirt to our little ‘play date,’” he snickers. He leans close to your ear, softly biting your neck. “It’s almost like you were asking to be fucked by me.”

You don’t know what to say. Your mind is so empty, fuzzy, and shocked that the only thing you can do is comply when he demands that you ride his cock. Armin lets out a low groan from the bottom of his throat as your tight, warm pussy encloses his thick cock. You let a pathetic whimper as he begins to thrust up into you, and Armin gives you a glare, reaching up and tightening his hands around your throat. “Remember, you have to be quiet, or are you too dumb to remember that?” he sinisterly smiles.

Armin begins to harshly thrust into you as you wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto dear life as he deeply penetrates your spongy, sensitive walls. He slithers his slender hands into your shirt and starts toying with your nipples and pinching them when you’re being too loud.

Groping your ass, he whispers in your ear, “you know, I don’t even know why you’re in college… you’re so dumb. Why don’t you just drop out and be my little slut for when I come back after class, huh?” You sink your head into the crook of his neck, embarrassment coming over you at the same time as pleasure fills your walls when he tells you those mean words.

He grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him. Your hair is a tangled mess, your makeup completely smeared, and your eyebrows furrowed as your innocent-looking eyes beg for some type of release.

“F-fuck, you look so dirty,” he groans, leaning his head back.

“And you look like two students who are going to be in so much trouble…”

Both of you tense up and look behind you to find the librarian staring daggers into your souls.

Immediately, you hop off of Armin’s dick, gathering your things as he struggles to pull up his pants. Both of you at an ungodly speed bolt out of the library doors. Yeah, getting potentially banned from the library would suck, but maybe it was something you both needed. Armin needed to learn to loosen up, have some fun, and you needed to learn to take things seriously and maybe just put in a little more effort.

“Ya’know, it’s kind of late. We can go back to my dorm, and I can help you study for maybe another half hour… if you want,” Armin shyly asks as you both continue running down the sidewalk.

“What about the other half hour?” you questioned.

Armin’s face grows red. “We can finish… chemistry…”

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pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader genre: smut. word count: 3.6k+ warnings: 18+. shibari. bondage. submissive bakugou. dominant reader. begging. praising. bakugou being a little bit of a brat?

anonymous requested: okay but what abt.. submissive bakugo👉👈 him being all bratty and shuts up when you deny him—

author’s note: ohhh boyyyy... submissive bakugou really got me writing more than 3k’s worth of filth haha, but i hope you enjoy! shoutout to my gals, rosie ( @shoutogepi ) & val ( @shoutodoki ) for indulging with me during our talks about sub bnha boys

“Hmm, I don’t see why you’re so against this,” your voice sounds out, and Bakugou immediately perceives the saccharine dripping upon every word, a lilt of a smile dancing on your colored lips, painted in a vivid rosy red pigment that only enhances your seduction. Despite how sweet you sound, he knows that underneath that layer of sugar lies a venom waiting to intoxicate him—ensnare his reasoning and leave him utterly vulnerable to your mischief. As in this moment, you embody every characteristic akin to a vixen, enveloped in the lacy fabric of your black lingerie.

Bakugou sits before you bound to a chair with an intricate network of cordage twined across his naked skin. The patterns and shapes knotted together contrast stunningly against his expanse of hard muscle—reminiscent of paint on canvas. And you tonight are the artist.

“You look so pretty, like a beautiful piece of art…” you say languidly. Each syllable uttered is drawn out in alluring breaths that somehow makes him feel hazy. He grits his teeth at how much that extra flair in your voice affects him, eyebrows narrowing tightly as he fidgets in his seat. His arms and wrists ache from just a simple wriggle, your meticulous work granting him no chance to get free.

“Ah-ah, you’re not gonna get out of this one,” you tease. Right as he opens his mouth for a snappy retort, the words are swooped from under him when your hands begin to trace his naked skin—starting from his thigh, up to his abs, and then landing to his chest, where you make a point to taunt him by dancing your fingertips there before bending down to meet his eyes. Your ruby red lips curve impishly at what you reduced him to. “You can try as much as you like, but I’ve tied the ropes this way so you can’t get free~ Don’t want you to spoil the fun after all,” you sing. Fully aware of your boyfriend’s strength built upon many years of arduous hero training alongside that powerful quirk of his, you made sure Pro Hero Ground Zero would not turn the tables on you in his haste for pleasure tonight.

Thus, his usual brash exterior dwindles in the face of your ministrations when you play with the rope a bit more. When he notices your eyes descend to his angry red cock that stands firm amid the knotwork surrounding it, his impatience builds. Bakugou wets his lips, finally ushering some words out from his dry throat.

“Fuck… Stop stalling already…” he tells you, voice borderline on a plea, but his remaining pride pushes the inflection back in hopes it resembles even a lick of his regular gruff tone. Your hums in reply don’t entail much, other than the fact you’re still prolonging his needs.

“Stalling? Who said I was stalling?” You feign ignorance before deciding to take a seat on him, straddling his thighs. “I just want to admire my work of art a bit more… I did a pretty good job—” your hand suddenly comes to his cock, fingers coaxing its hardness that makes his breath hitch, “don’t you think?”

For once, Bakugou’s scrounging for words at the sudden contact. He’s not used to being so speechless when it comes to passion in the bedroom with you. If anything—moaning and yelling aside—he regards himself the more vocal one between the two of you, his dirty talk and crude language a routine he always enacted to get you hot, bothered, and oh so ready for him. However, the shibari ropes braided across his body press a button that spurs him to be so… submissive.

God, him and “submissive” do not belong in the same sentence.

He thinks this, and yet the aesthetic arrangement on his skin emphasizes his sensuality and vulnerability, and it somehow makes arousal wholly envelop his cock.

“Well?” You bring him back to the situation at hand by thumbing over the slit of his length, slick with his pre-cum. The touch causes a groan to slip past his lips. “I asked you a question, Katsuki.” You stroke his length up and down for every word, stopping right at the end and leaving his cock weeping for more of your touch, strained by the rope.

“Ah, f-fuck—” He internally curses himself for the stutter. Glancing at you, he heeds the smirk that still hangs proudly on your red lips.

Boy, does he itch to wipe it off your face with bruising kisses and have wanton moans singing from them when he pounds you into the bed. To his dismay, however, that itch remains unreachable thanks to your painstakingly elaborate composition. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, this shibari shit you performed on him was executed with great attention to detail for him to be left so aroused and unable to break free in this damn chair. But would he ever say this to you out loud? Hell no. So he settles for defiance instead.

Bakugou looks you straight in the eye with a smug expression plastered on his face. “Hah, is this supposed to impress me? Seems like a bunch of amateur work to me, babe,” he scoffs boldly, earning a raised brow from you at his attitude despite the position he’s in. Perhaps he needs a reminder that no matter how much he squirms, he isn’t getting a sliver of authority tonight.

“Is that so?” You jab, finger looping around the cordage tied across his collarbones to pull him forward in his chair. His face is so close to yours; he can feel your breath on his lips and smell the enticing fragrance of your perfume. It’s an off-beat mix of rose and jasmine that gets his blood pumping from just a whiff. “I don’t think you truly understand the position you’re in right now, Suki,” you muse sensually, lips tugging back into a smirk that has him second-guessing his actions, “I just need to remind you then.”

At that, your hand immediately falls to his cock, stout and weepy with pre-cum, capturing Bakugou’s attention. He groans wantonly while you stroke it. Dropping to your knees, you watch as your ministrations evoke bliss into his cock from below. You can tell without even glancing at him that he’s biting his tongue to suppress his obscene noises. However, the increasing volume in his voice betrays him.

“Agh, fucking goddd—” he drawls beneath his breath when you decide to pick up the pace with your hand, applying the right amount of pressure that had his walls slowly cracking in front of you. The strain on his body from the ropes heightens his lust. Bakugou tugs on the restraints in the fit of pleasure building inside him.

“Hm well look at that. You were so bold before, but now look at you—” Your other hand goes to fondle his balls, the extra sensation making him buck in his seat, “a hard, aching mess at my touch, isn’t that right?”

“Ugh, if you—fuck—think I’m going to give in— Haaahhh...” His words are a jumbled mess. Bakugou leans against his seat, tossing his head back while involuntarily rocking his hips into your hand.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you over your moaning and groaning,” you mock, watching his brows knit together at the lust consuming his being. His panting comes out ragged while he gasps for air, thighs flexing at the fire coursing through his body that teeters on a tightrope. However, before he can reach his high, the sensations are ripped away when you quickly remove your digits from him, recognizing his imminent release.

Bakugou shoots his eyes open. A sharp shift in his seat has the chair’s legs scraping against the floor. “What the hell?!” he growls, practically snarling the words out. There’s a wave of anger heard in his tone that you don’t take a liking to. You wag your finger.

“That’s no way to talk, Katsuki.”

“I don’t give a fuck! I was so damn close to cumming! Why the hell did you stop?!” Bakugou yells vehemently with a pierce in his red eyes. You run your hands on his thighs as you lean up to return the look.

“Y’know if you’re going to act like this—act like a brat—I might as well just leave you here and not let you cum at all tonight, hm?” you threaten, and the notion brings his temper to an immediate silence. The idea of you keeping him bound to this chair while his cock cries for release is enough to diminish his poise. He sinks in his seat submissively when you inch closer, eyeing the bright red of your painted lips that curls salaciously with each word you utter to him.

“But if you behave, sit here obediently, and continue looking all pretty for me, I might let you cum. How’s that sound?” you offer.

He bites his lip. It’s like he’s making a deal with a succubus right now, that damn voice of yours coaxing him.

“F-Fine…” he manages to answer. You smile at his compliance before placing a kiss on his cheek. You’re granted a glimpse of the faint, red imprint left on his skin thanks to your lipstick when you detach from him. Almost as if you’ve marked him as yours.

“Good boy.” The praise sends a shiver down his spine as you whisper it into his ear. He watches you descend onto your knees again, gazing at his cock like you’re about to pounce. And god, does he wish you would just do it already, but instead, you choose to prolong him some more and glance at him.

“Now… what do you want me to do to you?”

Really? Did you have to ask this? Bakugou furrows his brows at how you play cloy. “Argh, you already know—”

“I want to hear it from you though,” you interject, leaning forward and running a finger along a prominent vein on the side. His pretty cock twitches at your touch. “Use your words and tell me all the things you want me to do to you, ’Suki.”

Before he can bite his tongue, his mind is already one step ahead of him, blurting out his thoughts shamelessly. “God, I want to be in your mouth. I want you to suck my dick and let me cum in your throat. And then I want you to get up here, ride me to oblivion, and let me paint your pussy so fucking white. Please please please—” He adds in his pleas for good measure, the desire to climax overpowering his pride in the heat of the moment that feeds your ego.

The word “please” has never sounded so dulcet coming out of that usually vulgar mouth of his. Who knew Bakugou Katsuki was capable of begging so well? It’d be an absolute shame not to reward him for his good behavior.

You lick your lips. “There, that wasn’t too hard, was it?” Then you begin acting on his wishes, your tongue making contact with his hard cock, gradually running up the side until you reach the head. Swirling against the tip causes a growl to bellow from his throat, jerking forward when you wrap your lips around the entire head. He watches with lidded eyes as your lipstick begins smearing across his dick, sucking him in like that.

His moans sound frenzied the more his cock inches into your warm cavern. The sounds encourage you to eagerly bob your head up and down his length with your spit collecting in the back of your throat. You adore the way his cock feels in your mouth, so heavy and thick, and especially love the fact that your controlled pace has your man reeling with pleasure, finally letting his unabashed whimpers out. You savor every little sound like it’s your favorite song on repeat, which it might as well be from how slick gathers at your cunt listening to them.

“Shit! Baby, please don’t fucking stop!” he begs, head tossed behind him as you moan your response into his dick, picking up speed. Your hand pumps his shaft a few more times until you bring it down to your panties to move the material aside and rub your clit. The contact sends a tingle through your body that urges you to bottom his cock into your mouth. Feeling your wetness enveloping his cock gratifies every nerve in his body until it ultimately leaves him undone.

”Agh! Sh-Shit—!” he curses, his climax peaking as his white cum spurts inside your throat. You make sure to swallow every last drop, tasting his delicious cream on your tongue as you detach from him with a lewd pop.

Bakugou is still catching his breath by the time you happily wipe your mouth of your excess spit and any lingering drops of his delectable seed, his chest heaving in and out with the red rope flexing at his every movement. A haze clouds his vision from the intensity of his orgasm, but he’s at least able to see you standing before him—lipstick now messy but that mischief in your eyes persisting.

“Sukiiii~ You’re absolutely gorgeous like this—tied up, sweaty, and gasping for air just because of me,” you praise.

“B-Baby…” Bakugou’s tone somehow rings higher than usual. Your eyebrows perk up, the wetness at your core saturating through your panties hearing the shameless little whine.

“Kiss me… please…”

Well, since you asked so nicely…

You straddle his thighs and bring your lips to his own, letting him taste the bittersweetness of his cum from your tongues fervently melding against each other. Soon the makeout session comes to a halt with a quick peck on his lips. He peers into your glimmering expression with an insatiable need, struggling in his bonds as his cock hardens once more at your proximity—skin so warm against him. But your lingerie still obscures him from your real treasures. He wants to rip it off you already.

“Can I get out this damn thing yet?” he asks, quiet yet impatient. You shake your head.

“’Fraid not, Katsuki, I still need to ‘ride you to oblivion,’ remember?” you quote him.

Crap. He does. And surprisingly, there are no objections when you remind him. His silence amid your established authority doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you grin devilishly at how pliant he’s become throughout the night.

As if you’ve read his mind, your hand finds the clasp fastened on your back. “Since you’ve been such a good boy for me—” a simple flick of your wrist undoes the grip holding your bra together, “I’ll reward you for the rest of the night.” On cue, the skimpy garment glides down your shoulders.

Tossing the bra into the void of the bedroom, you can’t help the giggle that bubbles from your lips at Bakugou’s widened eyes aimed at your tits bared before him. He absentmindedly shifts in a vain attempt to lift his hands and grab your mounds, forgetting the rope bound on his arms behind his back prevents him from touching your soft, naked skin.

“Aw, you want to touch my tits?” you chide. Bakugou grunts in response, and you’re amused by the way he turns his head bashfully as if you miss the subtle blush dusting his cheeks. Such a cute little act.

Cupping your hand under his jaw brings his attention back to you. You nudge him so he faces you again, not allowing his eyes to gander anywhere else but on your own.

“I’ll let you do a little bit more than touch…” Your thumb lightly brushes his lower lip, pulling it down ever so slightly, and he realizes what you want him to do.

And boy, is he eager to abide by your desires.

Opening his mouth, he doesn’t hesitate to latch onto your right nipple immediately, tongue poking out around the bud. You hum in content at how passionately he licks and sucks, petting the back of his head and brushing your fingers through his soft blonde hair to encourage him along.

“Ooooh… That’s it Suki… You’re doing so well, sucking on my nipple like that,” you moan as Bakugou moves over to your left breast, giving its twin the same amount of attention. He groans between licks, flattening his tongue and drawing out the sound erotically against your skin. It spurs you to grind your clothed pussy on his erection, earning you his hisses between tugging your nub into his mouth.

In the meantime, your other hand, not caressing his locks, stumbles upon your wetness seeping past your intimates, practically soaking through onto his dick. A few strokes of your fingertips beneath your panties gathers your gossamer-like slick that interlaces your digits together in a web. You tear Bakugou off your bud to hover your glossy fingers in front of him. Right away, he begins diligently licking away at the slippery sheen, moans lewdly vibrating deep in his throat with each swipe of his tongue.

“How do I taste?”

“So fucking good. Shit, I want more,” he says. You grin, flattered by his enthusiasm to devour more of your essence. However, you’d have to put that on hold for another time.

“Hm, not tonight, I’m afraid. I need you inside me right this second.” Your words have pure anticipation sparking through his body. He stares attentively as you lift yourself over the head of his cock, aligning his length into your soaked hole, panties pushed to the side.

“Arghhh…” Bakugou hisses between gritted teeth when the first inch enters, fists clenched around nothing at how tightly you’re squeezing him. Your whimpers accompany him as you adjust to his well-endowed size, a pleasant burn seizing you. Heat sprouts in your abdomen the more you descend on Bakugou’s firm, aching cock, eventually bottoming out with a long sigh.

“Fucking hell, you’re so damn fucking tight—”

If your mouth feels good, then your pussy is practically heaven, inducing him in hot, tight bliss when you start bouncing up and down.

“Ah, Suki, your cock is so big… so hard…Mmph, I love how it fills me up!” you sing, arms wound around his neck, tits pressing against his chest. Having to sit back with nothing to leverage him amid your silky walls pressing around his cock, bursts of mini-explosions crackle in his palms. A musky scent of burnt caramel suddenly invades your senses, making your cunt clench tighter. Bakugou curses at how you hug his length.

“Fuck! Baby, I want you to ride my cock faster! Make me cum so damn hard that I feel it for weeks!”

Even when taking on a submissive role, Bakugou’s dirty talk never ceases to rile you up. You nod in reply, thighs flexed while your tempo on his cock increases to the point where it ensnares both of you in the throes of pleasure. Unable to do much except allow you to work yourself on and off him, he settles for leaning in and capturing your lips, which you respond to earnestly by parting your mouth to let your tongues dance again. A few particular hard drops later cause him to detach himself from you to groan out loudly.

The echo of your skins making firm contact against each other fogs his thoughts. His eyes are half-lidded when they gaze at you. You giggle at his expression—shrouded in pure bliss from his blanketed red eyes to his tongue peeking out of his lips. Caressing his jawline, you tilt his head up.

“Whose good boy are you?” you ask. It takes a second for him to answer.

“Y-Yours…”

You pry on, not letting up for even a second in your bouncing, “Who made you a pretty work of art tonight?”

“You! Fuck, you did!” he cries out, head tossed to the side that grants you access to the beautiful expanse of his neck. Your mouth finds his skin, kisses ascending until you reach the junction below his cut jawline as he continues reeling at the sensations building inside him.

“That’s right, Suki. So good, so obedient. I think it’s time I let you cum, yeah? Let you fill my little hole up with all your creamy white goodness…”

Your pace escalates quickly, not granting a relief of pause until you both begin arriving on the cusp of release.

“Fuckfuckfuck!! C-Cumming—!” Bakugou yells out, your grappling walls milking his twitching cock that surges into his climax. As promised, his cum coats your insides wholly white, stuffing you to the brim that has the heat inside you lurching. It’s right after the apex of his pleasure that your pussy spasms around him, body trembling, and toes curled as you peak into your high. He licks at your nipple arched in front of his face while your cries fill the space of the room.

By the time the two of you settle down in the aftermath of your euphorias, you’re both sweaty, panting messes. Bakugou more so as his head rests against your shoulder, allowing you to pet his hair between your fingers and comfort the tremors still racking through him.

“You did so so well, Katsuki. I’m very proud of you.” You lay a sweet kiss on his temple. Your praises manage to elicit a content hum from his lips while he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Before you can get up and remove the tight ropes still lining his upper body, Bakugou suddenly lifts his head and meets your eyes, a tired yet devious expression painted on his face.

“Next time, we should tie you up in these things.”

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dialovers-translations · 4 years

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Diabolik Lovers ETERNAL BLOOD Vol. 4 Mukami Azusa [TRACK 4]

Original title: 休憩の一時

Source: Diabolik Lovers Eternal Blood Vol. 4 Mukami Azusa [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Daisuke Kishio

Translator’s note: I’m so excited to find out what kind of snow sculpture Azusa came up with, but the CD is teasing us by not revealing it yet. They did drop a little hint so I do have somewhat of an idea in mind. However, if it actually ends up being that, then I am very impressed in his skills for this being his first attempt, haha. That being said, I really enjoyed the scene with Azusa and the MC in the cafe because it shows how he actually has grown a lot and can function in society and interact with others so well. That’s HUGE for a guy like Azusa who used to go around asking people if they wanted to see his scars or if they like knives/pain.

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Track 4: A Temporary Break

“Ugh...Now if I just...hollow it out here just a little more...”

*Scratch scratch scratch*

“...This should do, right? Haah...That leaves just this place. I shaved off too much, so I have to add some snow and even it out...”

Azusa picks up the snow.

“Heavy-hoh...”

You ask him to come take a look at yours.

“Oh? Are you done? Mmh...Looks good! Seems like you’ve gotten the hang...of using the pick as well. You’ve been using it very skillfully...this whole time.”

You tell Azusa it is all thanks to him.

“Mmh. I’m glad I was able...to teach you well. But, I think you were a quick learner too... I pick up the snow and press it down...Before you shave it into shape...Is this what you’d call ‘team work’...?”

You nod.

“I see...Team work is fun, don’t you think?”

You agree.

“We’ve made quite a bit of progress...I’ll step back a little...and check for mistakes, okay?”

Azusa takes a few steps back.

“Mmh. It’s shaping up nicely.”

You try and walk up to him.

“Ah! You shouldn’t come here...! I want it to be a surprise for you...when we finish. So please don’t look at the complete picture yet...?”

You frown.

“Exactly. It’s a secret. If you’re that curious...want to make a guess? Although since you’ve been working on it from up close...I doubt you’ll be able to figure out what we’re making...”

You make a guess.

“Too bad...You’re wrong. Fufu~ Surprisingly, it isn’t that obvious, huh? We’re nearing completion so...I’ll teach you once that time comes, okay? Please look forward to it, okay?”

You nod.

“Well then, this seems like a good place to stop so shall we...call it a day? It has started to get dark as well after all...”

*TIMESKIP*

The two of you are walking home.

“Even after dusk...It’s still lively in town...Seems like everyone’s in a festive mood...The shops are decorated and they’ve even put lights in the trees alongside the road...Heh...It almost seems like an entirely different place.

...Come to think of it, we’ve been so caught up...making the snow sculpture, we haven’t gotten a chance to really look around town, have we?”

You suddenly halt your steps, looking at a cafe.

“Mmh? ...Heh. Fufu~ Has that cafe caught your attention?”

You shake your head.

“It’s written all over your face that you want to go inside, you know?”

You try and defend yourself.

“No need to hide it...I’m curious as well so shall we drop by?”

You nod.

“Mmh. It’s settled then.”

*TIMESKIP*

“Heh...You’re hungry, aren’t you? It’d be a shame...if you’d have no space left for dinner but...shall we order something light?”

Azusa grabs the menu.

*Flip*

“Ah! There’s a seasonal menu. Take a look!”

*Flip*

“These sandwiches...They’re very colorful and look delicious. Seems like they’ll do latte art as well. You know, the thing where they...draw a picture on your latte...It seems like a rare opportunity so...want to try ordering something from here?”

You point towards your choice.

“Mmh. Got it. ...Excuse me! We’d like to...order.”

The waitress walks over.

“These sandwiches and...”

*Flip*

“Two lattes...Ah, what would you like them to draw on there?”

You explain.

“Fufu, gotcha. ...Then, she wants a snowman. I’ll go with the...recommended cat design.”

The waitress nods and walks away.

*Flip*

“Ah...Even the inside of the store’s fully decorated, huh?”

You look around.

“Seems like everyone treasures this festival a lot...Knowing that we’re participating as well...Makes me really excited. I’ve never really been able to be part of a ‘community’ (1)...so I’m happy. Besides, making something is fun, don’t you think? It’s one step at a time...but it’s slowly getting shape. I’m really looking forward to the end result.”

You ask if it has to remain a secret.

“Mmh! What it’ll look like is a secret. I want to see your...surprised face when it’s done after all.”

You nod.

“Mmh. I really hope you’ll be surprised.”

The waitress brings their order.

“Ah...Seems like our food’s here.”

*Cling cling*

“Oh...The latte art is really cute, huh? It’d almost be a shame to drink it. The sandwiches look...delicious too. ...Heh. Well then, let’s dig in right away.”

*Clap*

Azusa starts eating.

“Mmh...Mm! It’s delicious. The vegetables are crunchy...It makes me remember the vegetables Yuma grew. I wonder what he’s growing during this season...? No matter how many he cultivates...I’m sure Kou will end up eating a bunch, don’t you think? I hope he doesn’t get scolded by Ruki...”

You frown.

“...Hm? Is something the matter?”

You ask if he misses his brothers.

“...Ruki and the others? Hm...The feeling of wanting to see them again hasn’t disappeared yet but...I just can’t. I chose you and left that home. If I went to meet them, their feelings from back then would be in vain. Besides...I’m the one who wanted to live by your side, remember? Which is why...I have to try my best to live right here...”

You ensure that you’ll stay by his side to support him.

“Mmh. Thank you for worrying about me. However...Since you’re with me, I always feel fulfilled...Besides...I’m sure that feeling nostalgic about...isn’t a bad thing...When we finish our snow sculpture...you should understand that as well...”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Ah...That was...nothing. Could you pretend you didn’t hear that...? Uuh...Don’t overthink it, okay...? It was just a...slip of the tongue, that’s all. Oh? ...Huh? What’s wrong? Your hands...Are you...injured?”

You quickly try and hide it.

“Don’t hide them. Come on...Give me a look.”

Azusa walks over to your seat.

*Rustle*

“Your thumb..It’s blistered...Did you hurt yourself somewhere?”

You explain.

“I see...You were doing a movement you’re not used to for hours on end...So it must have rubbed up against the inside of the gloves...It looks painful. Ah...It’s bleeding a little as well. We have to hurry up and tend to it.”

You tell him you’re fine.

“Don’t say that...I’m not okay with this. I don’t like seeing you in pain. ...Oh! This is the quickest method, right?”

*Sluuuurp*

*Smooch*

“...Don’t worry. It’ll just look like...I’m licking some ketchup off your hand...The people around us are having fun at their own table...Nobody’s looking. You shouldn’t take it lightly...just because it’s a simple abrasion...Hang in there just a little longer, okay...?”

*Sluuuurp*

*Smooch*

“...Mmh. I guess it’s okay now?”

You turn away your face in embarassment.

“Oh...Are you alright? I tried my best to suck without causing you any pain but...Did it hurt?”

You shake your head.

“Then...Why won’t you look at me?”

You tell him it made you want more.

“Eh...? ...Ah. I see. Was it not enough? If you ask me to do more...”

*Rustle*

“...Say. Come here...Underneath the table.”

*Rustle rustle*

“It’d be hard to spot us here. ...Now that you said you want me to suck you more...I have to live up to your expectations, right?”

*Rustle*

“Ah...If you make a fuss...The table will shake and they’ll...notice...Our seats are...difficult to see because they’re in the shadow of the festival’s decorations...So as long as we keep quiet, it’ll be...okay. Besides, I’ll bite you somewhere...not so obvious, okay...?”

You tell him to be careful about the marks as well.

“Mmh...I’ll be careful...not to leave any marks behind as well...”

He leans in close.

“So just...hold back your voice for a bit...Okay?”

Azusa bites you.

“I feel like...the taste of your blood is a little...richer than usual. Could it be because I’m sucking your blood somewhere...crowded?”

You nod.

“Fufu~ Have you only started craving for my fangs...even more? How cute. You can...hold onto me tighter if you’d like.”

*Rustle*

“Your heart’s racing faster than when I do it...at home, isn’t it? Also...You’ve already got that dreamy look in your eyes...Even if I get rid of the marks...They might grow suspicious of us...after seeing that expression of yours...”

You still beg for me.

“Right...That’s troubling...Your whole body’s telling me that...it hasn’t had enough yet.”

*Rustle*

“Will you calm down...if I give you my fangs more? ...This time, I’ll suck from this side.”

*Rustle*

“Say...Can I bite strongly? So you’ll feel satisfied...”

*Sluuuurp*

“...Mmh...How was that? Are you satisfied now? ...Hehe. Judging by the looks of it, not yet, huh?”

You tell him it’s too dangerous to continue doing it here.

“I see...Understand. In that case, I’ll suck you lots...once we’re back home. It’d be a waste to leave the sandwiches uneaten so...Can you hold it until we’ve eaten those...and go back home?”

You nod.

“Fufu...Good girl~”

*Rustle*

“In return for making you wait, I’ll make you feel good all over, okay?

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says ‘to enter a circle’, which I think means to imply that it is the first time for Azusa he gets to engage with a group of people and contribute something.

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demonwifey · 4 years

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Birthday Surprise🎉🎁

Yo, what’s up ya’ll✌🏽 So yesterday was my birthday and thanks again to everyone on here and twitter that sent me a happy birthday wishes💗 This practically me self-inserting because I had this idea for my birthday. So it’s a gift to myself and you guys. THIS IS A 18+ FIC. IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER, DO NOT READ. Hope you guys enjoy!💚💜🖤

Beetlejuice x black+AFAB!reader

Warnings: Drunk reader, ropeplay/shibari (kinda), NSFW🔞

Word Count: 3,064

So, Happy Birthday! You’re officially 24! Although that should have been exciting, it really wasn’t. It’s not like you were having a bad day, it just wasn’t anything special. After your 18th birthday it just seemed like another day. Although your family might have bought your favorite dessert, or your friends took you out for a fun time, birthday’s just weren’t the same as from when you were a kid.

However, birthday’s did have a different meaning once you became an adult; specifically when you hit 21. Like you said, your friends took you out for a good time. Which basically meant getting so drunk that you wouldn’t leave bed the next morning. You didn’t mind, if only for one day out of the entire year. And this year wasn’t going to be any different...if you didn’t have a certain clingy demon staying at your place.

Oh boy, the type of tantrum you knew Beetlejuice would throw if you were gone all night. When he first came around, he didn’t even like it when you left for work. You were gone most of the day but you’d be right back. As if that gave him any ease. Then you two started dating and he took it to a whole new level. Of course, you were able to leave. It's not like he held you hostage. But that didn’t stop him from dragging on your leg and begging not to leave while you headed for the door. Although it wasn’t easy being with Beetlejuice, you loved him nonetheless.

Given all this knowledge of Beej’s clinginess, it made you worry about tonight. Your best friends were taking you out but you didn’t really want to go. You actually didn’t mind staying in with Beej, chowing down on some store bought birthday cupcakes, and watching your favorite movies. Not to mention, knowing Beej, the amazing birthday sex you’d get at the end of the night. That sounded WAY more appealing than standing in a hot and sweaty club with music so loud you’d have to scream to be heard.

But no matter how much you opposed, your friends begged you to come out. And you still would’ve said no if they didn’t say “Y/N, you never hang out with us anymore! All you do is stay home. It’s like you’re hanging out with some secret boyfriend or something.”

And you not being the so subtle person accidentally froze in place before trying to counter by speaking too quickly, “Uhh, Idon’tknowwhatyou’retalkingabout.”

And they caught on immediately. You knew your friends would’ve done everything in their power to get you talking about you “secret boyfriend”. Which wouldn’t have been a problem if he wasn’t a dead demon. So you agreed to their plans but to not be out all night. The latest being 11:00. Although they gave groans of disappointment, they still agreed.

Now, you’d been with Beej for at least a year. Out of all the tricks and scare pranks he did to you, his reaction to your news was the scariest. He was...calm. His hair stayed it’s natural bright color. There wasn’t any change in expression on his face. Not even the slightest eyebrow twitch. He wasn’t even fazed by the outfit you had on. A short, all black, velvet dress that hugged your curves just right and a pair of 6-inch block heels to match. Your hair was done up and you had just a touch of makeup on that made you look different than your usual self. All that and no major reaction.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, babycakes.” He spoke. He walked up to you, still so calm and composed. Once he was close enough, a cold hand gently pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear before an even colder palm rested against your cheek. “Practically good enough to eat.”

“Ah...ha. Yeah, I mean. If you want me to stay here, that’s fine too, Beej. I can just call my friends and tell them-” But he quickly stopped you.

“No, no, no. Don’t go cancelling plans on account of me, Y/N.” His voice started normal but then got lower as he finished.

You felt his thumb make its way to your lips. It grazed them ever so lightly, like he wasn’t trying to mess with your lipstick, before adding a small pressure to your bottom lip. You knew that was a signal to open your mouth as he slipped his thumb in. He gently pressed it against your tongue before swirling it around, getting the digit wet from your saliva. You never looked away from his golden eyes, and thank God for that. Although the was able to maintain himself, the look of lust and domination in his eyes was enough to make you say “fuck whatever plans were happening tonight”. Absentmindedly, you went to swirl your tongue around his finger as well. But before you could put in any work, he slowly pulled the thumb away.

You would’ve let out a whine if he didn’t place a hand on your lower back and walk you closer to the door. You weren’t sure if you should be scared and relieved. One one hand, he wasn’t being super drastic like normal. Which was great. You wouldn’t feel bad all night about leaving him for the night. On the other hand, what exactly was keeping him so calm? And what were his plans for when you got back? He places your purse in your hands before giving you a deep kiss on the lips.

“Beej, I-“ But before you could continue, your phone dinged. Your friends texted that they were outside.

“Just enjoy yourself tonight, babes.” His husky voice echoed through your ears, practically making you melt in his arms.

He then opened the door in front of you before giving a light tap on your ass. The contact was enough to make you let out a small yelp before stumbling forward out the door frame. The heat that filled your cheeks was practically burning. It’s not like you were a blushing virgin but something about this whole thing is making you feel like one. You quickly gained your balance before looking back. Beetlejuice stood in the doorway with a sinister smile on his face. The last thing you noticed was a streak of hot pink that flashed in his hair.

“I’ll be here when you get back.” And with that, he shuts the door in front of you. The look on your face had too many emotions to uncover in one sitting. All you could do was turn to walk to your friend’s car as they waited.

You sat in the back seat as they all screamed “Happy Birthday, biiiitttccch!” Not holding back any of the excitement in their voices. You would play along until you adjusted in your seat and felt dampness in your panties. You tried to not to squirm too much once you noticed the feeling.

“Ha...haha. Thanks, you guys.” You say, trying to remain cool. God, the night hadn’t even started and you were really to get back inside to Beej. You just pray that the night ends quick.

****

You weren’t exactly sure what time it was. All you knew was that you were somehow in the backseat of your friend’s car, head laying someone’s lap. Your words were slurred as you tried to keep singing the last song you heard before you all exited the club. Almost everyone in the car, except the driver, seemed to be drunk but not on the same level as you.

All night, your friends wouldn’t stop handing you drinks. If there was one thing they were gonna do, it was make sure you got happy drunk on your birthday. Although you tried to resist, somehow you always ended up with a newly poured glass in your hand. You had basically been thinking about Beetlejuice all night. Both scared and excited for what he had in store for you once you got home. You forget when your thoughts started getting clouded and fuzzy from the alcohol, but you assumed it was after the fourth pineapple vodka was handed to you. You were turned on when you left the house but now it was increased by ten with the alcohol in your system.

Once the car was parked in front of your house one of your friends offered to walk with you to the door. You reassured them it was fine though. Yeah you’d probably stumble a little bit but you were perfectly able to walk on your own. You thanked everyone for a great night before trying your hardest not to fall on your ass while approaching the door.

“Pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet ass pussy~” You mumbled while fumbling with your keys at the door. God, you never hated door locks more than now.

After struggling for what seemed like forever, you finally unlocked and pushed through the door with success. Accidentally slamming it behind you, you flinched but giggled at the loud sound.

“Beej, I’m home! Come get some of this wet ass pussy!” You yelled from your position. This actually would’ve been the first time Beetlejuice would’ve seen you like this. He didn’t actually know how rowdy you got when super drunk. You quickly dropped your keys and purse to the floor while your shoes weren’t far behind. No response was heard from Beetlejuice so you yelled again.

“Beetlejuicssse! It’ss my birthday! I want birthday sex now!” You stumbled across the room while laughing at your own silliness. You loudly stomped across the room but still no answer from Beej. Now you were getting frustrated.

“Beej! Where are you?!” You yelled but not as loud as before. Again, no answer. You thought maybe he’d left. And the thought alone made you sad. It was your birthday. Why would he leave you like this? It wouldn’t be long before you started drunk crying so you moved over to the couch, trying to quickly calm down before you lost it. As you sat thought, you noticed a box sitting on the coffee table.

The box was small. Just about the size of your hands. It was black and white striped with a silk dark green ribbon tied to the top in a bow shape. The box basically mimicked Beej’s everyday suit. You blinked in confusion before clumsily picking it up. Did he leave this here, you thought. As if the answer wasn’t obvious. You stared at it for a moment before seeing the small note attached to the ribbon. It was black with a white heart stamped in the center. You flipped it over to see a sloppily written message on the back.

To: My favorite babe, Y/N.

From: BJ, the sexiest demon you’ll ever know.

It took everything in your power not to snort at the message. But you smiled nonetheless. Okay, so he wasn’t here. At least he left you a gift. Maybe you two could spend the day together tomorrow. Your fingers fumbled to untie the bow just like with your keys. You were still drunk enough to laugh at yourself though. It didn’t take long for you to get the bow undone as you quickly lifted to top of the box.

You weren’t exactly sure what you expected but this wasn’t it. Inside was one tiny thing of black and white striped rope. Nothing else. Just that.

“Uh, okay.” You thought out loud.

You were way too confused and way too drunk to really make sense of this. Even so, you reached inside the box to grab the robe and pull it out. Just as you were about to get a closer look at it, the rope started moving. On its own. You honestly would have blamed the alcohol for playing tricks on your mind if the rope didn’t snake it’s way up your arm. It moved so slow and smoothly like a snake slithering its way up your arm. You’d been with Beej long enough to be used to anything supernatural, so this whole thing didn’t really phase you. Not only that, but seeing the way the rope slid up your body started making you feel...aroused? Yeeaaah, maybe it was time to go to bed.

However, just before you could get up, another piece of rope emerged from the box and wrapped around your ankle. That’s when you looked up to see the strange sight in front of you: different ends of rope slithering their way out of the tiny box. No like snakes but instead like tentacles. Again, you weren’t too phased but this was a little weird. That’s when you felt two more ends of the rope wrap around your ankle and wrist.

Your head was still a little hazy and this whole thing was making you feel dizzy. And on top of feeling turned on, it almost was like you were on cloud nine. Just as you were about to move again, you noticed the green ribbon sliding its way up your chest. The was the last thing you saw before it quickly snapped itself around your eyes. And you weren’t sure how it happened, but somehow you blacked out.

****

You slowly blinked your eyes open once you came to. The room seemed blurry but it was slowly becoming clearer with each second. As your vision went back to normal, you could tell that you were in your bedroom...in your bedroom...upside down? What the hell?

You shook your head before widening your eyes. You were upside down, in the air. You tilted your head backwards to see your bed directly under you. You quickly tilted back up to see your body was laying straight, like you were on your back, but entangled in the black and white rope from before. Not only that, you were completely naked. The only thing you could really see was the way the rope squeezed against your breast. Further down you could see your legs being held up and spread out with rope wrapped tightly around each ankle. Not long did it take you to feel the tightness of rope around your whole body, including the way your arms were pulled tightly behind your back.

“Uh, fuck, ah. Beej?” You groaned, out trying to look around but not getting much of a view. It seemed as though you sobered up a little but still your head swimming. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol, the hundreds of questions you had, or the fact that you were hanging upside down.

“Beetlejuice?!” You called out again. The whole thing felt like deja vu from when you first got back home. But this time, he actually appeared.

There he was, upside down, but standing in front you. This time, you could tell his demeanor was way different from before. He looked so...mischievous. His hair was a mix between hot pink and beaming green. He was dressed in his normal stripes but his suit jacket was gone. The sleeves on his shirt were rolled up, exposing his strong and moss covered forearms. He didn’t seem angry but the air seemed to be more hot when we appeared in the room.

“Hiya, hot stuff.” He said. His scratchy voice gave you so much more ease. But you were still on edge.

“Beej, what the hell is all this? Why am I tied up like this? And why am I upside down?” You demanded. The way he looked at you after you finished was almost like he didn’t like your tone but still amused by your confusion.

“It’s your birthday, babes. This is my present.” He said while walking closer to you.

Before you could ask another question, he gave you a slow and sensual kiss. It was something you’d been wanting all night. Not just a kiss but any type of contact with Beej against you. And you had a feeling that he was going to give you just that. He quickly interrupted your thought with his tongue pushing its way into your mouth and swirling against your own. No longer being able to hold back, you let out such a loud sigh and moan together, it almost sounded like you came just from that. He chuckled at the sound as he pulled his tongue away, causing you to whine almost as loud.

He lifted his hand to rub his thumb against your lips, much like he didn’t from earlier. But instead of mimicking the same action of pushing his thumb in your mouth, he only trailed his hand down your body as he walked around the side of you.

“Ahha, Beej. I’d be just fine with a present while not hanging in the air.” You spoke. But you weren’t able to see him once he walked around. “Beej, I appreciate the gesture but I think-AH~” You let out a quick gasp.

All you could feel was one of his cold fingers rubbing against your clit. Oh...fuck. He was really going to do this. You couldn’t even finish your panicked thoughts before you felt a wet finger slowly push into you. He slowly started pumping it in and out while one finger continued to circle your clit. It wasn’t long before you became more and more wet to the point of practically dripping.

“Ah~ Mmmmm~ Oh, Beej, yes~” You moaned, basically letting go of any fight you had inside of you. You didn’t need any more answers, you just needed Beetlejuice to make you feel good. You could’ve been embarrassed with how fast you came, letting out half a scream, even though his fingers were going painfully slow. Your breathing was slightly hitched but you were able to regain your composure quickly. But that was stunted once he flattened his tongue and gave you heat a long, slow lick.

“Beej~” You moaned out one last time. It became very evident what his plan for you was, and you weren’t getting out of it anytime soon.

“Oh, we’re far from done. Just sit back and let me take care of you, birthday girl.” Was the last thing you heard before his tongue and fingers went to work on you.

Yeah, it was going to be a long night. But, Happy Birthday to you.

Did ya’ll catch that W.A.P reference? 10 points to you if you did.

I know I’ve been slacking on fics for a while. I’ve been busy with school bullshit and I know I sound like a broken record saying that. But I wanna thank you guys for still sticking around and being patient with me. I’m still working on requests and I’m far from finished with writing fics. Thanks so much for reading!💚💜🖤

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toothpaste-dragon · 4 years

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I know for questions, you're probably talking about Far From Home, but what about William, the fish guy? What was he like in the early days of character development? How has he changed since you first thought of him? And I guess, same question for the FFH folks. Thanks in advance.

I was honestly so excited to receive this question because I LOVE my boy William! Plus it’s fun to talk about character origin stories.

Buckle up. This is gonna be a long answer.

Up until 2014 my art largely consisted of fanart or fan characters, so I had never produced content that was truly original. During spring of that year, I stumbled upon and quickly become enamored with some original characters on deviantart, many of which were ‘monsters’ (vampires, mermaids, werewolves, etc.). Seeing these characters inspired me to create my own story with characters that catered to my own interests.

William is the first original character I ever created, so he has a special place in my heart. This is my very fist sketch of him! (Sorry for the low quality.)

My initial idea for his story was disorganized and had a lot of missing pieces. In the early days of character development, William was nothing more than a character I liked for his design and personality. I had very little experience with character creation, so I put a lot of myself into him. He was shy and timid and anxious at times, but he also had low self-esteem and didn’t feel like he fit in anywhere. And for good reason — his backstory was one of confusion and grief. Originally, he was an orphan that had been kidnapped by scientists and genetically modified to resemble a fish, all while retaining his previous characteristics and a humanoid shape. The scientists raised him and were training him for some unknown task, of which I never decided before changing the direction of the story entirely.

William and his story turned six during March of this year, and both have changed A LOT since then! He’s no longer a chemist, nor does he have any experience in the sciences. I also gave him some glasses and a nice argyle sweater (which now serves as his classic look, haha), and I’ve decided he’s of Asian descent for reasons explained in a few paragraphs. Not only have I refined his story to be more practical and understandable, but I’ve also given William a purpose, something to pursue. He’s still anxious and feels like he doesn’t belong, but he doesn’t stay that way forever.

I always liked stories about monsters, in the sense that something not-quite-human longs for a place among normal people. Society views these ‘monsters’ as unnatural or potentially dangerous, and yet the monster displays more humanity than the humans themselves. I really want to lean into that idea as I tell William’s story. He may not be your typical monster, but he certainly feels like one. Different, unnatural, out of place. Yet he has a kind heart and a childlike fascination with the world. The road is difficult, but with a bit of help he eventually finds his niche.

Here’s my most recent sketch for comparison, and a lovely depiction of William by my pal HareSoup!

Besides the few changes mentioned above, Will hasn’t changed much design-wise. He has fins in place of ears, gills on his neck, scales scattered across his face/trunk/limbs, and a bit of webbing between his fingers/toes. He can breathe underwater and on land, but his scales and gills have to receive moisture every 1-2 hours or he’ll develop health issues/fall ill.

I don’t remember when I decided I wanted to write a full-length book telling Will’s story, but it’s still a goal of mine! To give you a brief synopsis of the current story, now titled “Fish Out of Water”, it takes place some years after the signing of the Conventional Forces in Europe treaty, which officially brought the Arms Race to an end. During the Arms Race, nuclear weapons were tested without concern for radiation and the effects it had on nearby civilians. In one particular scenario, Asian civilians were evacuated from a small town-turned nuclear test site, but they were not properly protected. The offspring of these civilians developed unnatural deformities/features, such as extra limbs or feathers, as a result of exposure to unhealthy levels of radiation. Worried that this development would mortify the public, the government hid the children in a science facility stationed in a secluded part of the ocean, and they remained within its walls for years. After 28 years, William escapes the facility with the help of his guilt-ridden caretaker and is found unconscious on the shore of a coastal city by marine biologist Martha Collins. The story follows Will as he attempts to shake his government pursuers, but it’s really a story about friendship, self-worth, and discovering what it truly means to be human.

Though unfinished, William’s story is very special to me, and I’m looking forward to sharing it with the world someday :>

As for the Far From Home folks, they came from simple beginnings. It all started with a sketch — this one to be exact!

Back in the spring of 2017, I was stressed and tired and frustrated with school, so I thought it’d be fun to create some new characters. Specifically, comfort characters that fit my favorite tropes. I took a lot of inspiration from the movies “Ernest & Celestine” and “You Are Umasou” when it came to personalities and character dynamics. I loved the idea of a tough, grumpy man who is completely unqualified to be a father stumbling upon and eventually adopting a small, bright-eyed child. There’s just so much you can do with that concept!

I specifically remember sitting in the library at school and just…drawing. I had no initial designs in mind besides something big and sharp, and something small and soft. Two opposites that would become a makeshift family.

I liked the designs enough to digitalize them, reworking aspects of their designs in the process. This was the first ‘accurate’ drawing of Baz and Toko. (I don’t like it too much anymore, but it’s a good color reference!)

I never like leaving a character without a story, so I eventually came up with a couple ideas that adequately described their relationship. In fact, my first idea presented Toko as some sort of child princess and Baz as her assigned bodyguard! That one obviously didn’t stick, but it did allow me to gain a better understanding of what I wanted.

Over time, I did a bit of world building and expanded upon the FFH universe, which opened and closed doors for potential storylines. I realized I wanted to add more characters too, leading to the creation of Gerdie and some other important figures. Gerdie looked quite a bit different than he does now — in fact, he was originally supposed to be an android! I played around with that idea for a while before eventually discarding it.

Here’s my most recent size chart featuring all three main characters!

I honestly never expected Far From Home to expand beyond a simple idea, and yet here I am, thinking I can turn the story into a trilogy someday. There’s still a lot of work to do if I want to reach that goal, but I genuinely enjoy these characters and their dynamic is really fun! They’ve grown very dear to me over the past three years. So I think that’s reason enough to try, anyway.

To give a bit of background on the story itself, it’s set in a fictional version of outer space where humans don’t exist. Intelligent, technologically-advanced aliens from neighboring planets/galaxies have established contact with one another, leading to the gradual formation of an intergalactic government and melting pot mega-society. Due to the unforeseen complexity of this endeavor, strict rules were put in place to regulate the selling/purchasing of certain goods and services, transportation between galaxies, and other related activities. This system is not without complications.

Baz and Gerdie work as intergalactic merchants, but that’s just a cover for their job as smugglers. Together, they travel to different galaxies and exchange goods for the designated currency, as well as deliver illegal substances to specific planets. Baz is the captain and pilots the ship while Gerdie is an engineer and works as the mechanic. They’ve known each other for quite some time when the story first begins. Baz has quite the interesting history, much of which ties into important aspects of the story.

Toko is a young alien who gets separated from her family and wakes up in the storage unit of Baz’s ship, with no memory of how she got there. Baz finds her and suspects she’s a thief, but she quickly explains her predicament and asks that he help reunite her with her family. Baz is reluctant at first and denies her request, only to discover there’s more to her story than he originally thought. Unintentionally dragging Baz into a frightening adventure full of old friends and all-too-familiar foes, Toko eventually inspires a change of heart in the smuggler. The story explores themes like forgiveness, what it really means to be good/bad, and the idea that family isn’t defined by blood.

I know that was a lot, but I hope it was at least somewhat interesting! Thanks for asking about my characters and sticking with me through this <3

#ask #ihavebeencalled #Far From Home #Baz #Toko #Baz and Toko #Gerdie #Fish Out of Water #William

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this-lioness · 4 years

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Quaranmemes for Quarantines

Tagged by @reallyginnyf <3 Putting this under a cut since it’s pretty much doubling as my weekend wrap-up as well.

when was the last time you left your home? On Thursday I had to run a few quick no-contact errands -- dropped a bulk mailing off on the rear platform at the post office, deposited a Fedex envelope into one of their pickup boxes, and then ran some miscellaneous groceries over to my Mom’s house. Today I went for a run, but only around the neighborhood, so that doesn’t feel like it counts.

what was the last thing you bought? I’ve actually been doing a bit of online shopping lately -- bought a sewing machine (still need to sit down and set it up), a gas-powered pressure washer (arrived today), a new bathroom scale and a vacuum sealer. Last thing we bought in-store were some small necessities from Walmart.

is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed? This is tough to answer, because I’m never actually relaxed.

I worry about someone in my immediate family getting sick, but beyond that the quarantine doesn’t really trouble me. I’m largely a homebody, and honestly this has kept us from a lot of unnecessary spending, so all the places I’d probably be going would just be buying shit that we really don’t need. I think my anxiety only ramps up when we have to go somewhere, like when my parents need groceries, and we have to go through the whole process of masks and gloves and fully decontaminating everything once we get home. We have it down to a science, but it’s still a whole process.

But I’m frankly enjoying the time at home. I’m a very “routine” person -- I’m comforted by having lists of things I need to do, and places to put things, and then doing it all by rote. We worked very hard to make our house be a place where we enjoy being, creating, relaxing and working, and now we’re reaping the benefit of all those things.

who are you spending quarantine with? My husband Marc and all the cats. I only see my parents long enough to drop things off at their house.

do you have pets to keep you company? We have three of our own -- Bones, Spencer and Rosie -- plus two fosters, Baby and Blue. There is also a semi-feral cat, Fidget, that we feed and care for, and he occasionally spends a night inside if it��s particularly cold or wet out.

what are your current responsibilities? We’re both very fortunate in that we are fully capable of working from home, and both our employers are in full gear. Mine is actually busy enough to need to hire new people for the sudden influx of work, apparently. So I work my “day job” during the day, and when I’m not working I’m cleaning and doing laundry, trying to keep our chest freezer topped up with ready-to-prepare meals, a lot of organizing and a bit of gardening. I really need to sit down and do something creative, although my muse has been completely dead for... longer than I’d care to admit. I’m going to give it a bit of a try tonight, though, so we’ll see.

Just lately I’ve been on a purging spree. Thursday, Friday and yesterday I cleaned out every corner of the art room / office and made three piles of craft supplies to give away. I also gathered together two enormous bags of various clothes and gave that away as well. My next step is probably to switch out my winter wardrobe for the summer stuff, although we’re expecting a good week of cold, rainy weather so... maybe not quite yet.

do you have a room to yourself? Well, if I ever needed time to myself I could certainly find it. The art room / office is unoccupied when we’re not working, and when we are I can always come down to the living room or go into the bedroom with my laptop, or I’ve got a little “writing chair” in the dining room, by the back patio, that’s nice to sit in. I can be content anywhere in the house, basically.

are you exercising? I wasn’t, but a few days ago I decided to change that. I need to get better control over my physical well-being (and self-image), so I made myself a little weight / diet log, included columns for water intake and exercise, and signed up for a “virtual 5k”. Today it was just warm enough to get outside, so I went for a run. Technically we went for a run, but Marc got winded not too far into it and had to head home again. I grabbed my earbuds and went back out.

Got in 2.27 miles before deciding to head back home. Because the weather is going to be shitty I plan to kick the fosters out of their room for at least 45 minutes every day so that I can get some treadmill time in. With any luck we’ll shortly have space cleared in the attic so that we can do yoga and maybe barre as well.

town, country, city? We’re in a semi-rural suburb in Bucks County, PA. It’s... suburban, but very very blue collar, and there’s plenty of farms around, large and small.

how’s your toilet paper supply? We seem to be OK. I am a prepper by nature, and I made sure to stock up before things started to get bad. I’m also being very mindful of how much I use, which helps. I’m more worried about my folks, who blow through resources like crazy, but I don’t think it’s terribly hard to come by as long as you can get to a store.

what’s the worst thing that you had to cancel? I was a bit bummed about the Colin Firth concert being cancelled in the early part of this month. That was going to be a nice night out.

To be very honest, my biggest regret is that we took on the fosters when we did. No one in this area is in a position to adopt two cats, and to be honest... they’re not very good fosters. Blue is friendly and outgoing, she likes to play, but she’s not cuddly -- she’s not really interested in being petted or held and doesn’t seem to want to sit in your lap for very long.

Baby likes Marc well enough, but she continues to run from me whenever she sees me, and forget about coming up for a cuddle. She’s just... fucking miserable.

We’re also giving up on trying to integrate them with our cats. They don’t have very good “cat manners” (they have no sense of personal space and will get right up in the other cats’ business), and the two of them have twice now gone after Rosie in what was a semi-playful, semi-aggressive manner that she definitely did not appreciate, so that’s the end of that.

It would be different if they got along with our cats, or if they were cuddly, but Blue is the only one that I’d consider truly adoptable. Baby is fucking miserable and I have no idea how the fuck we’re going to adopt them out. I’m desperately trying to find someone that can take them, but I don’t have a good feeling, and I honestly don’t know what we’re going to do long term. It was a mistake taking them in, and I regret it, but I’ve got to find a way to deal with it now.

what’s the best thing you’ve had to cancel? This is going to sound terrible but... we were planning on going to a “Return of the Living Dead” convention in June. Had tickets, a hotel, everything. Technically it’s still on -- they haven’t cancelled the event yet -- but we’ve agreed we won’t be going, even if it’s still on in June. Too much of a risk.

In theory this was going to be super fun, and I actually was excited about it, but... honestly, going to so many comic cons has really burned me out on other people who attend conventions, and the idea of being around mobs of people acting like smelly, poorly socialized assholes about something that I genuinely love was kind of stressing me out.

I didn’t want to see something that I love gatekept, I didn’t want to be “fake geek girled” about it by somebody with B.O. and no social awareness. It was starting to stress me out. So I’m sad that we won’t be going, but glad that I don’t have to stress out about it.

who do you miss the most? My boss, I guess? He was fun to hang out with and bullshit with, and we can’t really do that the same way that we did when we were in the office together. I’m pretty lukewarm on everybody else I used to see in person day to day.

do you have any new hobbies? Ugh, please, I already have so many fucking hobbies. Uh. Well, I did buy the sewing machine, so... :/ Let me get it set up and actually sew something before I start calling it a hobby, though.

what are you watching the most? Marc and I have been binge-watching Ozark and a show called Futureman, which are both compelling and extremely difficult to watch in different ways. I’m still waiting on new content from the lady that lives in Japan, haha... this is probably a good opportunity to go back and watch whatever videos I haven’t seen yet.

are you still going to work? Remotely, yes, every day. I’m actually using the time to try and get myself better organized and establish good work habits and routines that I can carry through to when things start to normalize.

what are you out of? Mmm... nothing, I don’t think? I’m getting low-ish on yeast, since I’ve been baking so much, but I’m not even really low on that yet. I’ve tried to do a “dried cranberry yeast starter” but I’m not convinced it took... I need to drain off the yeast liquid and add some flour tonight, see if it grows or if it’s a dud.

have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine? I trimmed my bangs about a week ago, I think, because they were getting frustratingly long. Fortunately I didn’t butcher them too badly. Today I helped Marc give himself a trim, and he’s looking quite dapper again, so I guess we’re not in too bad of a shape. I chopped my hair to the shoulders back before the quarantine so it would have to get much, much longer before it became problematic for me, and even then. I’m still debating if I even want to color my grays at all, so I’m not concerned about “touching up roots” or anything like that. I am what I am.

Not tagging anyone because A) I’m terrible at tagging, B) Most of the people I follow that are “real people” and not just content-posting accounts are mutuals of one another. If you want to participate, please consider yourself tagged.

#meme #quaranmeme

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justjen523 · 6 years

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Save You

Saeran x MC, Saeyoung

Rating E (18+)

Sorry for the delay, had a lot of family matters to attend to. However, I made this chapter longer to hopefully make up for it. Thanks for your patience! :)

Chapter 6 - Games

I awoke to the smell of breakfast being made. When my eyes opened, Saeran was still passed out next to me, his face angelic in sleep. What a precious and adorable sight. It was impossible not to gaze at him and smile lovingly. Seeing him so peaceful had become one of my greatest wishes and always satisfied me so much to see it happen. I couldn’t help myself from wanting to touch him. My fingers gently caressed his cheek causing him to stir.

“Nm?” His eyes slowly opened, blinking the sleep away. A perfect smile greeted me immediately.

“You spoil me.” He chuckled pulling me against him to cuddle.

“Do I?”

“Mmm yes. Though I’m certainly not complaining. I love having your beautiful face be the first thing I see when I awake each morning.”

SLAM

The door flung open and in walked Saeyoung dressed from head to toe in a nurses outfit, heals and all carrying a tray. I couldn’t suppress my laughter and immediately covered my mouth with my hand trying to absorb it. Saeran on the other hand had frozen in place a moment seemingly too shocked to figure out how to respond yet. His brother took advantage of this opportunity and made his way to my side of the bed.

“Well good morning to you two. I trust you slept quite well brother.” Oh shit! That’s right.....last night.....I couldn’t help but laughing harder and burying my face in my hands.

“S-Seven! Oh my god I’m so sorry.....pfffft! Hahaha!” Poor Saeran was completely lost and just stared with a furrowed brow trying to catch up with everything.

“Umm......yeah so....about that.” I start but Seven just waves his hand as if to say ‘I get it but I really don’t want to talk about you blowing my brother.’

“Why the hell are you dressed like a nurse?!” Saeran finally finds his voice startling the both of us.

“Aww, what’s wrong with that? I think he looks good as a nurse!”

“I knew you’d get me _____! She knows beauty when she sees it. I am fabulous, don’t be jealous.”

“J-Jealous?!”

“Shhhh....stress gives you wrinkles.”

“What?!”

“Here, have some pancakes.”

“I don’t want-

“Saeran don’t be rude!” Rolling his eyes he sighs dramatically.

“Just so you know, I’m only eating them because of _____.” Seriously these two. Definitely brothers even now after all this time and hurt feelings.

“Why are they shaped this way?” I hadn’t paid any attention to them till Saeran mentioned something.

“Are these.....?” Seven smiles mischievously at me before turning his expression back to completely innocent.

“Celebratory Rocket-ships!”

“Seriously.....?” Saeran’s expression is flat and unamused as he stares at his brother.

“Well I should be off! Looks like our little patient is on the mend. I will be back later to check in on-”

“No. Don’t.” I elbow Saeran who doesn’t even budge when it makes contact.

“Yes, thank you Nurse Seven for your generosity!”

“You are very much welcome! And now I bid you, adieu.” With a rather impressive curtsy he leaves and shuts the door behind him leaving me with Mr. Grumpy Bear.

“What? I think that was a wonderful gesture. He’s trying to make up with you!”

“By making me penis pancakes?” He asks incredulously and I can’t help but laugh.

“Celebratory Rocket-ships.” I correct.

“Uh-huh....sure. I may be inexperienced but I’m not stupid.” He folds the pancake over several times before fitting all of it in one bite.

“Someone must be hungry! I’m so glad to see you have an appetite. It means you are definitely on the mend!”

“Why was he dressed like a woman?” Pfffft....I should have known he wasn’t going to let this one go.

“Does it bother you?”

“That my brother was dressed as a female nurse? No, it’s the most natural thing in the world.”

“Hahahaha!”

“This seems to be common seeing as you’re not the least bit surprised.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“Cute? My brother cross-dressing is...cute?”

“Honestly? He makes for a sexy woman.” Saeran practically chokes on a bite of pancake making me pat his back as I chuckle to myself. After handing him a glass of orange juice to wash it all down he looks at me suspiciously.

“What?” I smirk at him playfully. He just shakes his head and goes back to eating still staring at me.

“Would it make you feel better if I told you I think you’d make a gorgeous woman too?” He stops chewing and tilts his head to the side as if he heard me wrong.

“Ohhhh pleeeeeeease let me do your make-up though! I could make you so much hotter than your brother!”

“A-Are we seriously having this conversation right now?” I give him a quizzical stare and he exhales sharply.

“I just want to eat my breakfast without having to think about where my brother buys his pantyhose.”

“I bet you would look sexy in pantyhose...”

“You’re not gonna let this go are you?” He says this with a mischievous smile I have never seen before and it makes my heart race. There is so much I really don’ t know about him and the thrill of learning more has become quite entertaining. From what I have learned this far about the man formerly known as “Ray”, he is not as fragile and desperate a boy as I first imagined. He is actually quite complex and considering how gentle and afraid he originally came across as, he is strong, stubborn, has quite a temper and freely speaks his mind whenever his brother is concerned.

“You’re a mystery to me.” I finally manage and his eyebrows raise as if I said something extremely unusual.

“I’M the mystery? I find you far more mysterious. I mean, any girl who wants to see men dress as women are fascinating all by themselves.” I can’t help but laugh as he says this. He does have a point.

“So does that like....turn you on?”

“W-Woah! For being so shy-”

“-who said I was shy? I told you. I’m inexperienced that’s true, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still a man.”

“True but, before last night.....” That expression. No....

“Saeran Choi! You little pervert!” I swat at him careful where I am hitting but he is laughing so hard I want to knock him out.

“You lied to me!”

“I didn’t lie. I have never touched another person sexually before nor has anyone touched me. I never had the time or desire for my mind to think about such things before so the need to...well it just wasn’t necessary. That doesn’t mean I don’t know how that stuff works.”

“So you knew damn well what I was...,why didn’t you say anything!?”

“Where’s the fun in that? You absolutely love the idea of corrupting me don’t you? I thought I’d play along a little.” What a sadistic grin!

“I want to know more about you.”

“Yeah? What do you want to know? You only get one free question per day, everything else you’ll just have to discover the old fashioned way.”

“Aww only one? Hmmm....” I really needed to think about this one. It had to be something I couldn’t learn unless I asked.

“Okay but this is a little complicated so it may take a couple questions to get the answer?”

“That’s totally cheating.” I give him my best pouty face and he rolls his eyes.

“Fine, but this is the only time I’ll allow it.”

“Yay! Okay so. What I want to know is who was “Ray”? You are definitely not the same man you were when we were at Mint Eye together. You’re like a completely different person! Not in a bad way don’t get me wrong but just, wow. Were you pretending to be someone else?” He smiles gently and his eyes show confidence as he gazes at me lovingly.

“Ray was a name given to me by the Sav- Rika. When I drank the elixir it allowed all of my repressed anger, rage, resentment and pain to come to the surface. It pushed down all of the love, hope and capacity for kindness creating a barrier between the two. In truth, it eventually split me in two leaving each with it’s own personality. Like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide. Ray was the embodiment of everything Rika thought was worthless and so she gave him a name that meant nothing. Ray. However, Saeran was hard to control and destructive so she had no choice but to let Ray do the work most of the time.”

“S-Saeran. I....I’m so sorry.” I didn’t even realize I had been crying until his finger wipes the tears ready to fall down my cheek.

“It took me a while to piece everything together. After the elixir wore off and had been fully out of my blood stream, the two personalities started to merge back together. The me you see before you now is the real me. All the pieces of the puzzle put back in their proper place.”

“You’re perfect Saeran Choi. The most beautiful, wonderful soul I have ever met and I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Yours?”

“Are you not? Was I-”

“Haha relax. Of course I’m yours. Is it safe to say then that you are mine also?”

“Yes, my heart and soul belong to you and only you. I love you.”

“I love you too ______.” We share a sweet and tender kiss, the kind only lovers do and my heart feels like it’s home.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Go away Saeyoung!”

“Saeran, at least try to be nice....”

“Housekeeping!” Seven enters in full maid attire complete with feather duster. I can’t help but laugh loudly this time while Saeran sips his orange juice staring at his brother with a displeased expression. It might just be me but I could swear there’s a hint of a smile hidden beneath that gruff exterior he’s presenting.

“Wow Miss! I absolutely LOVE that color lipstick!”

“Oh bless your adorable little heart! Girls secret? Russian Red Matte lipstick by MAC. I absolutely love their entire line.”

“Thanks! I am definitely going to go check that out! Would you two excuse me a moment? I have someone I KNOW would look gorgeous with the right shade. Be right back! I lean in and give a surly looking Saeran a smooch on his cheek before whispering in his ear.

“Behave and I may have a very special way of saying thanks.” With a wink I disappear out the door giving the twins their first chance to be alone and talk. I wish with all of my heart they can find their way home to one another.

tbc

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killian-whump · 6 years

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OUAT 2x06: Rewatch Blog

Heeey everybody! Welcome to my rewatch liveblog of episode 2x06, “Tallahassee”. This one’s about the capital of Florida, which is called ‘The Sunshine State’ because there’s a lot of sunshine there when alligators aren’t eating you and/or meth addicts aren’t eating your face off.

Wait, what? Oh, my research team has just informed me that this episode isn’t actually about Florida at all - it’s about beanstalk adventures and flashbacks to Emma’s history with Neal. So no alligators most likely. Okay.

Well, let’s get started!

Well, this is off to a great start already! Every episode should start with Killian Jones tied up in some way, shape, or form. Nice!

“Freakier than I remembered from the story.” YOU AIN’T KIDDING.

“Reminds me of death.” Whoa, now that’s a little melodramatic.

Awww, lookit his face D: “Please untie me missus” *flails at him*

Mmm... Angry untying. That’s nice. The leather’s back. Saucy Hook, yay. “Don’t be afraid to, you know, really get into it.” Haha, he’s so cute <3

I HAVE SUCH A BONE TO PICK AND I’M GONNA PICK IT RIGHT NOW.

Flashback Emma’s glasses really bug me. Like, we see NO sign of poor eyesight in any of the young Emma flashbacks, and no signs of poor vision in present day Emma. It’s like she developed poor eyesight for an isolated year or two in her late teens and it just... cleared up?

Oh, I know, I know, she could’ve switched to contacts. Right. However, we see no evidence of that, either. No glasses in the morning or late at night. No issues with spending an extended time in the Enchanted Forest without access to either glasses or proper contact lens care. No vision impairment on Princess Emma in S6 who wouldn’t have access to glasses OR contacts, etc, etc.

So maybe Lasik surgery? Okay, but how would she have access to an expensive medical procedure that insurance didn’t cover (assuming she even HAD insurance, which, given her age and financial situation, is doubtful)?

It’s like the writers gave her glasses as a cute little character quirk in this awkward “ugly duckling” stage of her life without having any idea how glasses and bad vision actually work. Which would be ridiculous, considering Adam and Eddy both fucking wear glasses.

...and then they went and did it again with Robin in S7. No glasses on her primary persona, but her cursed persona needs them to see. And after the curse is broken... she still apparently needs them. WTF, show?!

Okay, but that outfit is super cute, glasses and all.

Yellow Bug origin story, guys! Is there a ship name for Emma and her car? Like, SwanBug or something? There should be if there isn’t. It’s so pure <3

Hahaha, Neal, you little shit. That grin of his is kinda cute.

~ TITLE CAAAAAAAAAARD!!! ~

Not sure why antis pick on that line of Neal’s about women. I mean, I’m not a huge fan of his, but it’s pretty obvious he’s reading the cop and (correctly) guessing on how to play him to get him to let them off. And Emma even calls him on it immediately - and he basically implies that’s exactly what he was doing. Antis don’t make any sense sometimes.

Okay, not as cute now... kinda smarmy. (Hi Ashley!)

Aaaaaaaaaaaand back to the beanstalk!

Oh, they kinda are getting really into it, aren’t they? Haha.

You know, I find it really hard to believe that Killian Jones would ever use the phrase “Tick, Tock” in casual speech. I’m just saying.

“I was hoping it’d be you.” :D

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ “Don’t think I’m taking my eyes off you for a second.”

“I would despair if you did.” ∩(︶▽︶)∩

One of my favorite Captain Swan moments riiiiight here:

HOLD MY PURSE, BITCH

And he follows after her like an eager puppy. Total subbie.

DRAMATIC MUUUUUSIC!

*sips beverage* Still climbing, huh? Seriously, though. Did they climb that far without talking at all? Or did Hook just chatter endlessly the whole time? Somebody better have written a fic of him babbling at her for hours.

“I love a challenge!” Hee hee! <3

“That’s not perception, that’s eavesdropping.” And he doesn’t deny it, lol.

“No, I’ve never been in love.” Okay, but she’s obviously lying. That’s a terribly transparent lie, Emma. You can do better.

The sniffing face, heehee.

That’s a pretty good ruse, though. I mean, really. People just sort of trust expectant parents. Although I’m sure it worked better 10 years ago than it would today.

Imagine if she’d pointed higher up. “Our future awaits us in... Detroit.” “Umm, lemme point again.” “No, no, that first point was legally binding.”

“I don’t really... sleep now.” Oh, sure. That’s normal.

This scene’s kinda boring :/

♫ Welcome to the laaaaaaaaaand of CGI and Giiiiiiiiiiiants ♫

“What happened here?” I mean, he kinda told you earlier in the episode.

“Giants can smell blood... and I’m always a gentleman.” <3

The cheerful way he says, “It’s rum!” XD

...and now my entire female reproductive system has died. That is the seventh time this month, dammit. This man is a menace.

Milah angst. Someone hold me T_T

I kinda don’t care about Neal’s problems.

I like this shade of lipstick on Emma, though. Okay, actually, I just like that shade of lipstick. Fun KW fact: Whenever I’m out and buy a new shade of lipstick, when I get home, I always discover it’s the same as all the other shades of lipstick I’ve bought, thinking they were different and so pretty. They’re all this color.

Colin sounds weird when he says, “You ready?”

You swing that bone, big guy! The things this show had him do XD

...It’s Jorge!!! :D Hi Jorge!!! :D I love him! I loved him on Lost, too. He’s just got such a lovely smile. He not smilin’ now, tho. Looks kinda grumpy.

“You big git!” Hahaha, that’s the best he’s got, apparently XD “You wanna kill a human, eh? You wanna kill a human?” The way Colin says “human” here makes me laugh for some reason, and he does it twice XD “Come on!”

“Come on then! Come on then!” I wonder if Colin’s flashing back to that role he played as a football hooligan in Love Is the Drug XD

Him popping up. This scene is so silly and ridiculous. I confess, it’s not one of my favorites, because it kinda borders on cringey in it’s ridiculousness, but it’s also unintentionally hilarious, so...

She’s so relieved <3

This is a good scene. I don’t have much to say about it, but it’s a good scene. Laying the groundwork for the big reveal of Henry being in the room. Ooooh. Also, I love Snow looking after Aurora.

And Aurora’s tiara or hair decorations or... whatever that is... is so pretty.

“What’s your rush?” Hahaha, you adorable idiot. “How long do you think magic knock out powder lasts?” “I’ve no clue,” as he sniffs coins like a derelict. “That’s my rush.” Like, why does she even have to explain this to him? XD

“Everything we need is right in front of us!” Everyone always turns this into some kind of big CS line, but I always thought it just... triggered a memory for Emma, hence the segue into the next flashback. They weren’t even really facing each other when he said it, so I don’t think it was intended to be foreshadowing. Just my opinion, though. Not legally binding :P

Nice sword, Jack. Not pompous at all.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Epic scene alert. “That’s a plausible excuse for grabbing me, but next time, don’t stand on ceremony.” Yooou fucking idiot <3

EAR SCRATCH *jumps on him* *rides him home*

Yeah, I know. All the liveblogs are gonna be like this. I’m so sorry.

Emma, too, is wondering what she’s gotten herself into. “Oh no. He’s sexy and absolutely ridiculous all at once. I am so fucked.” I think this was the moment she realized she liked him. That fucking menace.

Ugh. This train is just speeding towards derailment D: I hate storylines like this, when you just know the shoe’s gonna drop and-

Uh huh. Here’s August now, dropping shoes all over the place.

That drove me nuts the first time, not knowing what was in the fucking box.

And why did she have to go to jail? Like, dump her, leave her alone, fine, but sending her to jail is a bit... extra, isn’t it?

Ah, she’s so broken :( Alexa, play Despacito.

“Try something new, darling. It’s called trust.”

WHUMP! It’s whump!!! Buried in Rock Rubble Whump!!! :D

She’s even more panicked this time. Nice.

Jorge is mad.

Hahaha, I can’t stop seeing Jen in the green donut, though.

This scene is all pretty great, really. I forgot I was liveblogging.

Sweet, summer child. You’re so enamored with Emma and the compass and... Aw, geez. This is why Colin’s a menace. It doesn’t matter who he’s playing or what you think of them. He puts these faces on and tugs your heartstrings and suddenly you’re like, “Oh, look at this sweet, sincere little nugget!”

And then this happens...

It’s whump! BUT WHY DOES IT HURT MY SOUL D:

And then his voice shakes a little. “What are you doing?”

“Emma... Look at me. Have I told you a lie?” D:

“Why do this to me now?”

“You’re just gonna leave me here to die? Let that beast eat me, to crush my bones?” T_T

“SWAAAAN!!!!” He’s so fucking scared D: I died.

Hahahaha, SNOW WHITE WITH THE TACKLE.

I love how Aurora’s the only one who asks about Hook XD

Congratulations. You get a car. And a baby. When you get out of jail.

THIS IS THE WORST GAME SHOW EVER.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUN BIG REVEAL!!!

...and the end! PEW PEW PEW!!! <3

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Knocked Out (10/?)

Guess who’s finally back with a brand new track chapter!

We’re approaching the end now, folks. Unless something goes horribly wrong, the next chapter should be the last one. Soon all miscommunications will be discussed and decisions made!

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Title: Knocked Out

Series: Transformers: Prime with the constructicons shoved right in there, and just a sprinkle of ideas pulled from tfidw

Pairing/Characters: Breakdown/Knockout, joined by Bulkhead and the Constructicons

Warnings: Robot injuries (nothing super gory), sexual jokes, language barriers, and fluff. Oh the fluff. Also slow burn I guess depending on your definition of slow haha.

Fic Summary:

And so there Breakdown found himself, with an injured barbarian in his arms who turned those dazzling crimson optics towards him, and for a split second Breakdown felt as if it was his knees that were injured because boy did they feel weak.

Barbarian AU where the citymech unwittingly does the kidnapping.

Chapter Summary:

Praxis wasn’t the largest city. Praxis wasn’t even the prettiest city.

But what Praxis did have was culture and the shanix to afford it.

Nothing in the universe could have made Breakdown regret kissing Knockout.

However, the mixture of smug and excited expressions on the crew’s faces when Knockout dragged Breakdown back to the stream – “I’m washing you now” he had insisted while interlocking his digits with Breakdown’s and tugging at him – came close.

Knockout didn’t seem to mind one bit that the crew had gathered around the stream edge. In fact, when Bulkhead had greeted them with a teasing “Well hey there you two,” Knockout had grinned back at him while all but shoving Breakdown into the stream.

“Thank you, Bulkhead,” Knockout said with a wink and Breakdown groaned while Bulkhead laughed and slapped him on the back.

“Couldn’t let this idiot keep playing hard to get and torturing you both!”

With a huff, Breakdown sat in the water with his back to the edge and started to wash himself. It was impossible to hold onto any frustration he dragged up though when Knockout asked Scrapper for his coarse scrubber and then got to work on Breakdown’s back and shoulders. So Breakdown just stewed in his flustered embarrassment while avoiding the amused optics of his friends.

But then the constructicons started drying each other off, chatting among themselves as they did, and Bulkhead appeared in front of Breakdown with a rag to help wash off the spots that Breakdown couldn’t see past his chest. Eventually Scavenger started talking to Knockout, asking first if he could help dry him off, and then with that permission given he babbled about how they could get buffed and waxed once in Praxis – “You just seem like a mech who actually cares about his looks, unlike all these cheapskates I’m stuck with. It’s totally worth it. It’s amazing how much it helps with making colors pop. If it can help a big blockhead like me look good then it’ll blow Breakdown fragging processor when he sees you--”

And once everyone was clean and dried off and settling down for an early night, the worst that Breakdown got was the occasional slap on the shoulder and knowing look from the constructicons and the grin that Bulkhead shot him when Knockout flopped into Breakdown’s lap.

It was actually comfortable as the crew casually talked about their plans for the next day. They would arrive at Praxis before midday, so Breakdown could branch off to take Knockout to a doctor – one that Hook recommended readily, though he refused to go with them, simply saying that they had a history – while the rest of them contacted and met with the head of the project. They could settle into their lodgings and explore the site and hopefully give Breakdown plenty of time to figure out what was to be done about Knockout’s leg and when.

By the time they had finished with serious planning and started discussing which bars they should hit up first, Knockout had started to doze where he was tucked under and against Breakdown’s chest, his engine purring happily.

It was nice.

And his crew was nice enough to not comment when Breakdown bent down just enough to press a small kiss to the top of Knockout’s helm, or when Knockout released a small ex-vent and nuzzled closer.

Primus but he hoped he was right and that Knockout wanted to figure out how to make this work.

Praxis wasn’t the largest city – Tarn won that competition due to the sprawling nature of its factories and dilapidated apartment buildings, tied with Vos only because in terms of height nothing could hold a flame to the towering Vosian skyscrapers. Praxis wasn’t even the prettiest city – the constructicons were more than happy to brag about the work they had put into the rightfully named Crystal City.

But what Praxis did have was culture and the shanix to afford it.

It was a busy melting pot of mecha looking to make names for themselves. The road between Praxis and Crystal City was so well worn with scientists coming and going that it had eventually been properly paved and had weekly shuttles going back and forth. Engineers, detailers, inventors, writers, artists – whatever their crafts and dreams, mecha brought them to Praxis looking for their big break in the guise of rich patrons taking interest in their street-side shops or a chance to present their work at The Assembly.

And mecha who had no particular aspirations besides living in a nice city but couldn’t afford Crystal City or Vos flocked to Praxis to reap the beauty and fun those starry-eyed mecha brought to their doorsteps. For that very same reason, tourists were plentiful, which meant traders were constantly traveling through to sell their wares alongside the dreamers.

Breakdown wasn’t sure he really fit in Praxis.

Certainly he wouldn’t have ever been able to afford it if work sites didn’t set up lodging for the crew while they worked. Maybe something small in the outskirts of the city beyond the safety of the walls if he was fast enough to beat out the hordes of mecha looking for that very same thing.

But even so, it was a city for movers and shakers, for creative processors and skilled servos in highly-regarded fields, and the mecha who liked to think they deserved to be around those types and had the shanix to back that belief.

Breakdown was a simple construction mech and he was satisfied with that lot in life. Truthfully he felt more at ease in cities like Tarn where mecha spent their days doing physical labor and their evenings drinking with friends. Even Kaon was fine since Breakdown was a big bot, and Kaon was a city that respected physical strength.

But at least Praxians didn’t look down on Breakdown the way that Crystalians did or Vosians no doubt would. He wasn’t special but he wasn’t scorned. Mecha of all shapes and sizes and alt-modes made their home in Praxis or just travelled through.

It was diverse enough that even Knockout didn’t get too many looks. Certainly there were some – though whether for his looks, the towel around his waist, or his braced leg, it was hard to tell – but nothing rude or looking for answers. If they had thought he was a barbarian, the most they showed was giving a slightly wider berth than usual. Any barbarian walking casually through Praxis would be seen as one of the rare barbarian traders brave enough to do their business with citymecha, meaning they brought goods that were scarce and worth any trouble that might come with them.

All in all, it was ideal for Breakdown that no one paid Knockout much mind since the barbarian’s face was nearly all optics with how wide and bright they were the second they made it through the suburbs and past the gates into the city proper.

Knockout looked torn between sheer curiosity, awe, and terror. Having Breakdown’s large servo intertwined with his while surrounded by Bulkhead and the constructicons kept the terror at bay though, so it only appeared when something particularly large or loud came across their path, and only in the form of Knockout’s armor clamping tight to his frame and his servo squeezing Breakdown’s. As long as Breakdown squeezed back and leaned down to explain in a calm voice, Knockout would ease back into curiosity and awe.

Breakdown was pretty sure Knockout didn’t actually understand any of his explanations, or at least very little. Explaining a pressure washer wasn’t exactly easy. But knowing that Breakdown knew and wasn’t worried about the various wonders of the city was enough to appease the barbarian. After all, Knockout had seen Devastator, massive and terrifying, and realized that Breakdown was right to say the titan wouldn’t hurt him. There was little on Cybertron more terrifying to behold than a gestalt of six combined, so if Knockout could trust Breakdown about Devastator, then anything that Praxis could possibly contain was easy to trust with Breakdown’s word.

Not that the constructicons didn’t also try to get some explanations of their own in. Longhaul and Scavenger were particularly invested in explaining things to Knockout, pointing them out and then arguing with each other about who could do a better charade. Hook tried to get them to cut it out with a couple smacks to their helms while insisting they could wait until after Knockout had common cybertronian installed.

It lasted all of five minutes before Knockout stared with obvious intrigue at a shop model showing off their extravagant buff, detailing, and wax jobs, and the two were back to falling over themselves to explain citymech fashion.

“And what do you two know about being fashionable?” Bonecrusher asked, his tone flat despite the flicker of his visor that gave him away. Mixmaster cackled and even Hook snorted.

Before the two had a chance to defend themselves, Scrapper interrupted, saying, “Alright, enough. This is our street.”

With that, the constructicons swarmed Knockout.

“Sorry we can’t come with, Knockout, but you’ll be fine! All fixed up and good to go before you know it.”

“Doc’s a mean bucket of bolts, but he’s nicer than Hook so you’ll be fine.”

“Frag you. But I’ll admit he’s good, even if he’s a pretentious slagger--”

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you? Just cause he knows more than you--”

“Say that again, I dare you--!”

Knockout was already snickering at the antics, though he quieted when Bonecrusher placed a servo on his shoulder.

“Try not to lose ‘im, Knockout,” he said, giving a little squeeze as his helm tilted towards Breakdown. “Cause if you get lost, we’re gonna have to tear up this city looking for ya, understand?”

Breakdown doubted he did, but Knockout still grinned and lifted his servo where it was holding Breakdown’s.

“Breakdown stay with me,” Knockout assured confidently. Bonecrusher nodded and, with one last pat, removed his servo.

Primus, if Bonecrusher was attached, Breakdown could only imagine how bad off the rest of the constructicons were. It would be a bad time all around if Knockout did leave.

When he left.

Primus, Breakdown didn’t even know what to think anymore. So he just shoved those thoughts back and ignored them as he tightened his grip on Knockout’s servo.

Finally the constructicons stepped back and Bulkhead quickly stepped up, grabbing Breakdown’s free servo to shove his shanix chip into it.

“Bulk--!”

“Oh no you don’t,” Bulkhead interrupted, removing his servos instantly and even clasping them behind his back so Breakdown couldn’t hand it back. “I told you before I’ll help out, so don’t be afraid to use some of my shanix, yeah?”

Breakdown huffed, but he closed his digits over it and carefully put it away in his subspace. “Thanks, Bulk.”

“Don’t even think about it.” Then Bulkhead clasped Knockout on the shoulder and said, “I’ll see you later, Knockout, yeah?”

“See you later?”

“Yeah! I’ll see,” he started, pointing at his optics and then down at Knockout, “you later. I—I don’t know how to explain later, but--”

Knockout waved him off though, nodding as he said, “Yes, you see I later.”

“So let’s see if I’ve got this straight,” the doctor said, his optics flicking from Breakdown to Knockout and back. “You saved some barbarians from some other barbarians, this one got his leg slagged, and you decided to pick him up and bring him all the way here because Hook recommended my services.”

Breakdown’s servo fisted in his lap as he nodded awkwardly.

“I mean, I brought him for a doctor in general, but Hook said if it wasn’t gonna be him, it would have to be you.”

The doctor leaned back a bit in his chair, optic ridge raised.

“Did it look like it hurt him to admit it?”

Breakdown had spent enough time around mean slaggers to know the sly gleam in the doctor’s optic, and it actually put him at ease to see. Professionals were intimidating, but mean slaggers were his day-to-day.

“You’d think he was ripping out his own spark, Doc.”

With a short laugh and a wave of his servo, he replied, “That sounds right. And don’t call me Doc – Ratchet will do just fine.” The doctor got to his pedes then and gestured Breakdown and Knockout to follow. “Alright, follow me back into the examine room and I’ll take a look at what we’re working with.”

Knockout stiffened next to Breakdown, though given how uncomfortable he had been since they had entered the clinic, it didn’t make all that much difference. Just enough for Breakdown to notice and pat his arm comfortingly as he asked Ratchet, “Right now? I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to do it today?”

Ratchet snorted as he gave another insistent gesture. “Yes, yes, I know what I said. But inventory can wait and you dragged this mech a long ways to see me. Unless you want to wait until my next free appointment three weeks from now--”

Breakdown nearly choked and stood up quickly. “Nope, right now is great. Come on, Knockout.”

Knockout stood up at Breakdown’s prompting, servo on his forearm, and Breakdown couldn’t help noticing, not for the first time, how cowed the barbarian had been acting since they had entered Praxis. While it was making this all easier, Breakdown still couldn’t say that he really liked it. He’d rather have badly translated arguments with Knockout than to see him just follow along, completely out of his element and overly cautious for it.

It was one thing to have travelled with the crew, but being surrounded by a whole city of mecha that Knockout couldn’t really understand, in language or culture, had to be a lot.

Breakdown paused before giving Ratchet an apologetic grimace as he said, “Actually, could you give us one second?”

Ratchet gave an exasperated ex-vent, but he waved his servo at Breakdown to do whatever he needed to.

Breakdown moved to face Knockout completely, his servos holding Knockout’s upper arms reassuringly. “You doing ok, Knockout?”

The barbarian blinked up at him, and then there it was. The fog of confusion lifted and Knockout rolled his optics as the corners of his lips curled up slightly. “Yes, I doing ok,” Knockout stated, all cool and casual confidence, hip cocking to one side. “Safe with you.”

Breakdown couldn’t help smiling as he said, “Yeah, you’re safe with me. But this is all still pretty intense for you, so I won’t be offended if you’re not doing ok. You can tell me if you’re scared.”

Knockout’s optics dulled for a moment before he shook his helm.

“I doing ok. Not scared,” he insisted with a little indignant scowl now. It didn’t fool Breakdown.

“Sure you aren’t, tough guy,” Breakdown teased, squeezing Knockout’s arms reassuringly. “Do you know why we’re here?”

“Why here?” Knockout clarified, and when Breakdown nodded, Knockout pursed his lips as he dug around his processor. Finally he tipped to one side, looking past Breakdown towards Ratchet. “You’re doctor?”

Ratchet looked startled at being included in the conversation. Or maybe he had already been surprised by their conversation and Breakdown hadn’t noticed since the doctor was behind him. Either way, Ratchet blinked before replying, “Yes, I’m a doctor.”

Knockout looked him up and down, not appearing especially impressed. “You fix my leg?”

Apparently that was enough to snap Ratchet out of his shock as he scowled. “Excuse me?”

“Ok, alright, enough of that!” Breakdown interrupted with a forced chuckle, hoping to defuse the situation. “Yes, Knockout, Ratchet is a very good doctor who is going to fix your leg like I promised. So be nice, ok?”

Knockout stared at him in confusion.

“Nice?”

Ratchet snorted behind Breakdown.

“Maybe you should have started with teaching him that word,” Ratchet said before stepping up next to Breakdown. Without waiting for any sort of retort, he focused on Knockout, saying, “Course, I just assumed you didn’t know any common, so look who’s talking. Let’s try again since we’re off to a bad start. I’m Ratchet.”

Knockout considered him for a long moment before flashing him a purposefully charming smile.

“I’m Knockout,” he replied with a flourish of his servo. “I’m a doctor.”

“You’re—what?”

Breakdown scratched the back of his neck, saying, “His name’s actually Noc--”

“Knockout,” the barbarian corrected.

“—and he’s a barbarian doctor, so, you know.”

Ratchet glanced up at the ceiling with a tired sounding ex-vent.

“He’s going to be a terrible patient.”

Breakdown pulled out what he hoped was an endearing grin as he said, “Well, sure, he’s gonna want you to try to explain what you’re doing, but he already picked up some vocab from Hook so it’ll probably be fine.”

Ratchet didn’t even look, just turned and waved his servo to indicate they follow him as he grumbled about being too nice for his own good.

Breakdown owed Hook endless thanks for patiently teaching Knockout anatomy terms, because despite Ratchet’s dismay, it didn’t take too much time for him to explain what he was doing every step of the way. The doctor flashed a bright light into the wound and with a thin tool indicated each strut, tube, and wire as he talked through what was damaged and how he would repair them.

Or, well, ‘fix’ them. For all that Ratchet had complained, he slipped into simpler vocabulary with ease, reusing the words that Knockout knew over and over so as not to complicate anything.

Which, Primus, even simplified it was complicated for Breakdown to follow. But, at the end, Knockout hemmed and hawed before nodding.

“Yes, you can fix.”

“Glad to know I have your approval,” Ratchet said sarcastically, but he did look relieved as he straightened up. “Alright, I just have to gather some supplies and then we can get started.”

“And you’re gonna implant common, right?”

“You don’t enjoy communicating with a couple dozen words?” With a snort Ratchet continued, “Yes, yes, of course. He’ll be in stasis for the surgery anyway so the datapacket can be downloaded and installed while I work.”

“Great,” Breakdown said, ex-venting with relief. That was going to help address the ever tightening ball his spark was becoming, torn between memories of the stream and how there was no way that Knockout would leave and the simple fact that Knockout had a home and tribe out there waiting for him.

He was so afraid of saying goodbye.

Ratchet paused as he passed Breakdown though, optics focusing on Breakdown’s face.

“Want me to take a look at that for you?”

“Look at wha—oh.” Breakdown reached up to scratch the back of his neck, sheepishly shaking his helm as he remembered the patch over his shattered optic. “Nah, it’s fine. Hook is gonna take care of it for me once he gets a replacement.”

Ratchet’s optics narrowed as grabbed Breakdown by the front of his chest to angle him down and look closer at his good optic.

“I think I have the right type in the back,” Ratchet insisted as he ignored how Breakdown squirmed under his gaze. “If it’s just the optic that’s slagged, I can slip you in after Knockout to replace it. Shouldn’t take very long.”

“That’s really nice of ya to offer, Doc, but uh, I don’t think I can afford that.” When Ratchet’s ridges lifted at that, Breakdown was quick to add, “I have enough for Knockout, so don’t worry ‘bout that! But both of us would probably break the bank so, you know.”

With a curious hum, Ratchet glanced over towards Knockout and then back at Breakdown, optics looking far too knowing for Breakdown’s tastes.

But he let go Breakdown and headed towards the back room.

“Don’t touch anything while I’m gone.”

And as soon as Ratchet was out of sight, Knockout was reaching out for Breakdown, asking, “Ratchet fix your optic?”

“Nah,” Breakdown said as he walked closer to the examination table Knockout was sat on. Knockout was quick to grab his servo. “I told you I was gonna bring you to see a doctor who could fix your leg, and I’m gonna keep that promise. You get fixed first. Hook can always fix my optic later.”

Knockout considered him, his other servo reaching up to cup the side of Breakdown’s helm, thumb carefully tracing the edges of the patch.

“Hook fix you soon?”

“Dunno. I mean – I don’t know, but hopefully it will be soon.”

Knockout gave him a disapproving look.

“Will be soon,” he insisted, his servo squeezing Breakdown’s. And, despite himself, Breakdown chuckled as his spark warmed.

“I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be ok. I’ll get you up and walking first, and then we can figure out what to do about my optic.” Knockout’s optics narrowed and that only made Breakdown smile more. “You first. Then me.”

“Breakdown--”

“No arguing,” Breakdown interrupted, spark only growing warmer at seeing how concerned Knockout was. “I said I’m gonna take care of you, and that’s what I’m gonna do.” When Knockout still looked unconvinced, Breakdown added, “I want to take care of you.”

And wasn’t that the truth at the end of the day. Promises were one thing, but Breakdown wanted with all his spark to make sure Knockout was healthy and happy.

And, to Breakdown’s surprise, that finally quieted the barbarian. Those crimson optics searched his face and, slowly, Knockout’s expression softened and something new pulled at his optic ridges.

“You want to take care of me?”

“Yeah.”

His servo traced the angles of Breakdown’s face, then down his neck along the thin plating and the small gaps in between.

“Still want me?”

Breakdown felt heat flood his face, but he nodded. “Yeah, of course.”

Knockout smiled, though it wobbled as his servo slipped around to the back of Breakdown’s neck, pulling him down and in towards him. Knockout’s lips were gentle as he kissed Breakdown, moving slowly, tenderly, intimately—

“I want you,” was admitted against Breakdown’s mouth, quiet and full of more emotions than Breakdown could identify, and his spark swelled until he would swear he was choking on it. Knockout was staring at him, optics bright and his lips curling back into that soft and impossibly warm smile, and then he laughed sweetly as he repeated, “I want you, Breakdown.”

Nothing could have kept Breakdown from kissing Knockout silly, from holding him close while Knockout grinned and wrapped his arms around Breakdown’s shoulders to keep him there, murmuring the phrase over and over—

“Sorry to intrude.”

--Except the utterly unapologetic voice of Ratchet.

Breakdown’s optics onlined instantly as he broke away, already stammering out apologies while Knockout snickered and Ratchet rolled his optics while pushing the cart of supplies over, not looking the least bit surprised.

“It’s fine, just save it for once you’re both out of my clinic, would you? Mecha these days, I swear.”

It was hard to feel guilty though when Knockout had his digits intertwined with Breakdown’s and he kept looking up at him with such a gleeful look on his face, sneaking kisses to Breakdown’s knuckles here and there before Ratchet snapped at him. Even then, Knockout just snickered again as he finally let go of Breakdown so that Ratchet could start hooking up medical cables.

Breakdown wasn’t even sure what had happened, what it meant to the barbarian, but his spark was eager to mirror the excitement and affection.

There was no proof, no reason to believe it, not until they talked—

But Breakdown’s spark was finally at ease because it was certain that Knockout was going to stay.

#fanfiction #tfp #kobd

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missmaianovak · 7 years

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Deep Under the Streets

Sam Winchester x Gabriel

Words: 2000 exactly. haha.

Warnings: language, alcohol, mention of low self-esteem, heavy flirting, sexual touching, dirty dancing/dry humping (haha), implied smut?

Author’s Note: This fic is inspired by the song “Shady” by Adam Lambert. It’s set in a general, every day AU. This is my very first Sabriel fic, so sorry if it’s kinda sucky. Practice makes perfect, right? There may be a part two, if enough people like this one. :)

Also on Ao3

The music boomed in Sam’s ears as he peered around the overflowing, cavern-like club, oddly named Archangel. Places like this always had some sort of trendy, nonsensical name. Hundreds of mid-twenty somethings flailed and swayed to the pumping beats, some bodies entangled, some solo. The waving sea was littered with glow sticks and necklaces, creating a swirling rainbow of light. They were deep under the city, invisible to most of the mindless souls above out for their late- night stroll. Hell, Sam had only found out about this place a few weeks back, and until now, was too chicken to check it out.

Sam wasn’t the most outgoing creature on the planet, almost the opposite of his “ladies man”, charismatic brother. Dean thrived in almost any social situation, flirting and chatting up practically anything that moved. But Sam, Sam was quiet. Sure, he could strike up a conversation with someone, if they initiated the contact. But Sam was more of a looker, someone who studied his person of interest before trying to reel them in. If you could even call it reeling.

But, deep down, Sam loved crowded settings like this. He loved flashing lights and being surrounded by thousands of nobodies. That way, there was barely any attention on him, allowing him to move about and talk as he pleased.

Sam scoped out the enormous room. In the very center was the massive dance floor. There were at least five hundred people floating around to the beat of the music. On the back wall stood the DJ, surrounded by several large speakers. To the younger Winchester’s left was a sizable bar, with at least a half a dozen bartenders rushing back and forth, all dressed in something loud and whimsical. He half expected them to be wearing angel wings, given the same of the place. Also, just beside the bar, there was an overcrowded seating area, complete with thirty or so red velvet cushioned chairs seated around small black tables.

Sam bit his lip as his heart raced. Chill out, Sammy. No one knows you here. His hazel eyes scanned the crowd, taking in everyone’s various state of dress. Sam felt comfortable in his black tank top, army green skinny jeans, and black Van’s. He let his hair do its own thing today. His whiskey brown locks fell just below his ears, a few rogue strands tickling his face. He lifted his hand to brush them out of his eyes when something grabbed his wrist, spinning him around.

His gaze met a smaller man, clad in a tight grey t-shirt and dark wash jeans that formed around him perfectly. The man smiled as he sucked on a green lollipop. “Heya, handsome. I haven’t seen you down here before.” He scanned up and down Sam’s form as he smirked. “Trust me, I would have noticed something as delicious as you in my home.”

Sam tilted his head, blushing lightly. “Home?”

The smaller gentleman let go of Sam’s wrist and nodded. “I own this joint, sweetness.” He extended a hand. “Gabriel, but call me Gabe.”

Sam shook the man’s hand and smiled. “Sam.” He could feel his cheeks heating up as he stared into Gabe’s stunning amber eyes. Sam’s tongue flicked over his lips as he tried to keep his heart from jumping out of his chest. He had to admit, the man was gorgeous. And not in the supermodel way. No, he was cute, charismatic, charming.

“So, Sammy boy, what brings you down to my little shindig? Looking for someone?” Gabe’s eyes saddened slightly at the thought of Sam meeting someone, and Sam noticed immediately.

“Nope, just exploring. My brother ditched me about an hour ago at a bar down the street. He found a waitress at the end of her shift.” Sam chuckled. It was odd. Something about Gabriel put him immediately at ease. Talking to the man felt like it was something he was made to do.

Gabriel huffed a laugh, taking a step closer to Sam. “Well, that’s rude. Lucky for me, though. Ha. I’m guessing he was your ride?”

Sam nodded. “It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last. I’ll just call a cab. But, it’s early. I might as well have some fun.” Sam lowered his voice in an attempt to sound flirtatious. By the way Gabe’s eyes lit up, it seemed to work.

“Well, Sam, how about I buy you a drink?” Gabe winked up at Sam, making his heart jump.

Sam chuckled as he nodded. “Sure. But are you really buying me a drink if you own the place?”

The statement made Gabe laugh as he walked closely to Sam, his arm brushing against the taller man’s ever few steps. “I guess not. But, you’re going to take it anyway, huh?” Gabe winked. Damn, he needed to stop doing that. Sam let out a sigh. Or not.

When the duo reached the bar, Gabe walked up to the bartender and mumbled something inaudible. The bartender nodded. The bartender was an interesting creature, dressed in a fully sequined outfit, each article a completely different color. But, he totally rocked it, which made Sam smile. If only he could be that confident.

After a minute, the sequined bartender slid two matching drinks to Gabe, which Gabe gladly snatched before headed back to Sam.

“It’s a bit on the sweet and sour side, I hope that’s okay. It’s my favorite. It’s some supped up tequila and sprite concoction. We call it ‘The Devil’s Temptation’.” Gabe smiled widely as he took a sip, his eyes fixed on Sam’s.

Sam smiled as he accepted the drink. “I’m not picky.” And that was true. Sam would drink almost anything if the buzz was good.

Without a word, Gabe grabbed Sam’s wrist against and led him over to the seating area, like a toddler leading their parent to the toy aisle. The two of them reached a small, half-moon shaped booth that was behind a rope. It must have been Gabe’s reserved spot. Sam chuckled to himself as he watched Gabe barely make it over the thick, red rope. Sam followed, stepping over the low obstacle with ease.

Gabe slid over the soft, warm material, then reached out for Sam to join him. “C’mon, handsome. I won’t bite unless you ask nicely.” And there he went with that wink again, making Sam’s whole body tingle.

Sam slid in beside Gabe as the man pulled him close. Gabe leaned his head on Sam’s shoulder as he sipped his drink. Sam took a sip from the neon green straw, needing a little bit of liquid courage if he wasn’t going to make himself look like a complete idiot in front of the gorgeous man beside him.

Gabe lifted his head to meet Sam’s gaze. “So, Sam, what do you do with your life? Modeling? Exotic dancing?” Gabe’s words were half sarcastic, making Sam huff out a laugh as he turned his body towards Gabriel.

“Ha, no. I’m finishing law school, actually. I went to Stanford for my undergrad, and now I’m finishing up my last semester of law school online, so I can travel with my brother before I need to sit in one spot for fifty years.” Sam grinned as he sipped his drink.

Gabe raised an eyebrow. “Huh, smart and sexy. Shit, I may have just hit the jackpot tonight.” He bit his lip as he scanned over Sam again. “You live around San Francisco?” There was a hint of hope in Gabe’s eyes as he waited for Sam’s answer.

“Yeah, kinda. Redwood City. My brother and I rent an apartment there. He works as a PI in South City and I can commute to school when I need to be on campus.” Sam couldn’t help but smile as he watched Gabe’s eye light up.

They talked for a while, chatting about the club and Gabe’s idea behind it all. Sam touched on his life and job as a paralegal. Every word was laced with flirtation as Gabe shifted closer and closer to Sam, eyeing the bartender to bring refills when their drinks got low. It felt like hours as they sat there, talking as if was what they were made to do.

Gabe jumped up, standing on the booth as a new song blasted through the club. “Oooh I love this song, Sammy! C’mon” Gabe leapt off the seat, reaching for the taller man’s hand as Sam slid towards the edge. Sam blushed as he took Gabriel’s hand, slowly following him to the dance floor.

The beat was fast and loud, the heavy bass pounding though the wooden floor and up into Sam’s body. He watched as his new interest began to sway, facing away from him. His well fitted pants were flattering in parts Sam was unable to appreciate until now, tightening as Gabe swayed his hips to the beat. Gabe’s hand brushed through his honey brown hair, his other hand swaying in the air. His movements made Sam’s fingers tingle as his mind begged his body to touch the decadent club owner.

Sam took a deep breath as he approached Gabriel, his own body moving to the music. His hands landed lightly on Gabe’s hips before he gently pulled the man towards him. Gabe didn’t protest for a second, leaning into Sam’s chest as be continued to sway. Sam’s half-hard cock brushed against Gabe’s ass as they closed the gap between them. Gabe groaned at the contact, leaning his head back just below Sam’s shoulder. Sam had no idea where his confidence was coming from, but he wasn’t complaining. He leaned down, grazing his lips against Gabriel’s exposed neck before nipping at the sensitive flesh.

“Sam,” Gabriel breathed as he closed his eyes. The simple sound of his name rolling off the man’s lips made his cock twitch. Sam pulled Gabriel against his body roughly, biting harder on soft spot in the curve of his neck.

“Oh, you like that?” Sam growled into Gabe’s ear. Gabe just nodded as he breathed heavily, staring up at the ceiling. “I want my lips on more than just your neck.” Sam surprised himself with his boldness, but it was the truth. Everything about Gabriel made his body hum with need.

Gabe turned his head, his lips just inches from Sam’s as he stared into the taller man’s hazel eyes. Then, their lips collided in a heated, passionate kiss. Gabe’s tongue forced its way into Sam’s mouth fighting for dominance with his own tongue as their bodies danced in unison. Sam’s fingers toyed with the hem of Gabe’s shirt, occasionally gliding over the skin just above the waistline of his pants. His skin was smooth, flawless under Sam’s touch, making Sam’s cock throb. Sam gasped against Gabe’s lips as the club owner smoothed his hand over Sam’s, leading it further down below the fabric of his jeans. Gabe undid the button and zipper of his pants, giving Sam’s massive hand more room as it smoothed over Gabe rock hard erection. Damn, he’s big.

Sam groaned hungrily into Gabe’s mouth as his fingers stroked the massive cock hidden under those sinful jeans. Sam had never been so forward with someone publicly, but something about it fueled him to go farther. He would have feared getting thrown out, if it wasn’t the owner’s cock he was stroking.

Gabe released Sam’s mouth, leaning his head back onto Sam’s shoulder. He let out a full moan as he gripped Sam’s wrist, guiding the younger Winchester’s hand, moving it faster. He pressed himself against Sam’s cock, grinding against him as Sam steered their rhythm.

Enough was enough. Sam needed to feel how Gabe felt around him, how he tasted, how he twitched and writhed under his touch. “Can we get out of here?”

Gabe smirked as he opened his eyes. Lifting Sam’s hand out of his pants, he turned around to face the handsome man. “Oh, sweetness, I thought you would never ask.”

#sam winchester #gabriel #sam x gabriel #sam winchester x gabriel #sabriel #sabriel fic #sabriel smut #sabriel au #supernatural au #supernatural fanfiction #spn fic

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loubuggins · 7 years

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Trouble at the Tea Shop (Part 6)

The fresh steam of the brown liquid brushed against her full, dark lips as she pressed them over the small slit of the plastic lid that covered her paper cup. She sucked in a deep sip of the bitter and hot liquid, allowing the warmth of the liquid to soak her tongue. She scrunched up her face slightly as the bitter taste touched her taste buds. If only she had some honey.

When she finished her sip, she sat the cup back down on the table. She glanced down at the words scribbled onto it, and a slight smile danced on her lips.

Favorite tea?

She looked away from the cup toward the piece of paper that sat in front of her. She easily wrote down the answer to his question using her pen.

Earl Gray. Bet you wouldn’t have guessed that.

She tapped the cap end of her pen on her chin in thought. When the right words popped into her head, she quickly added them to the paper. Once she had completed her task, she folded the piece of paper in neat rectangles until the 8 by 11 inch paper transformed into a 2 by 2 inch square. She wrote the word “tip” in capital letters, then after grabbing her things, walked it over to the front counter of the café, and dropped it in the clear, glass tip jar. With a small smile and a nod to the barista behind the counter, she turned on her heel and left the shop.

The barista waited for her to leave before reaching his hand into the small jar and pulling out the tiny note. He unfolded it and read the note in his head.

Earl Gray. Bet you wouldn’t have guessed that. My turn, what is your favorite snack?

The question put a ridiculous grin on his face as he shoved the note in the pocket of his apron for safekeeping. This has been their game for almost a month now, the going back and forth with questions and answers. It was like a weird version of 20 Questions. For whatever reason, Logan found it much easier to talk to her through a marker and a paper cup, then face-to-face. The argued too much when they spoke directly to each other. Using this new method of communication, they were able to carry on a civilized conversation without screaming in each other’s face, even if that conversation consisted of one or two sentences at a time.

Three weeks ago, after the first note:

Dragons huh?

Yes, dragons. I happen to like dragons.

Eh, not a fan.

Then what is your favorite book, pray tell?

Define book?

Ugh. Forget I asked. How about this, what is your favorite color?

Green! Your’s?

Purple. You ask the next question.

Favorite hobby?

Reading. Your’s?

Video games. Favorite holiday?

Christmas. I like tradition, generally nicer people, and the food.

Haha! Halloween! Free candy!

You can get candy on Christmas too, you know.

This is how the conversation went. Easy questions, easy answers. Now if only he could have a speak conversation with the mysterious women without putting his foot in his mouth. See that was the hard part. Every time they tried speaking face to face, he would always manage to say the wrong thing, which would have either her storming out of the café or taking a punch back at him. The latter always resulting in a fight between the two. The notes were helping, each day he learned more and more about her, but he was an extrovert and extroverts needed in-person conversations.

The next day, he found himself day dreaming of varies ways a one-on-one conversation would go for him. He was drying off a ceramic cup, while stealing glances at the women of his thoughts. She was hunched over slightly, her medium length black locks falling in her face. She had another one of her books in her hand, though he could not make out the title. He admired the way her face reacted to the events of her story. If it were a pleasant scene, he would notice the edge of her lips twitch upward. If it were a somber scene, she would allow her lips to fall into a frown. He has even caught her stifling a laugh before. Boy was her laugh the greatest sound he had ever heard. He had dreams of being the reason he would hear that laugh again. The memory made him subconsciously smile. When her arm moved to pick up her drink and bring it to her lips, he quickly ducked down and focused on the cup in his hands. Last thing he wanted was to be caught ogling her. He knew there was only one way to convince her to spend some alone time with him, but he found that requesting for such an activity was more difficult than anything else he had ever done before.

Ding!

Logan’s head snapped up at the sound of the shop door opening up. He watched as a beautiful, young woman entered the small café. She had long, straight blonde hair the hung down past her shoulders. Her skin was nicely tanned and her thin build showed evidence of her athleticism. She had on skin-tight jeans and a loose baggy shirt that hung over her tight tank top, which hugged her nicely shaped breasts. For someone who was the exact opposite as the girl he was crushing on, he was oddly attracted to this new costumer. Naturally, Logan flashed the fellow blonde one of his signature smiles before meeting her at the register to take her order.

She batted her crystal blue eyes at him and leaned her chest against the counter. Her flirtatious actions made the young man sweat with nerviness as he tried to find his voice.

“Uh…Welcome to Dayton Café! How…um…how may I help you?” He stuttered out feeling like an idiot.

The women let out a hearty laugh at his expense. “Seriously? How may I help you?” She mocked him, making him pout slightly. “What is this McDonald’s? Come on you can do better than that.”

He stared at her for a moment, deciding if he should be offended or give in ti her request. Upon closer inspection, he saw a bright smile on her round face, and an amused sparkle in her eyes, indicating she had no ill intentions. His smile returned as he decided to play along.

“Good evening, ma’am, and welcome –“

“Stop!” She interrupted him and through up her hand making the stop motion.

“What’d I do this time?” He asked confused.

“You called me ma’am.” She said with disgust. “Ma’am is for moms and old ladies. Now try again.”

He gave her a confused look. “Well, what am I supposed to call strangers, hum?”

“Anything but ma’am.” She teased.

“Fine!” He said with a huff. “Welcome to Dayton Café, all powerful blonde goddess!” He exclaimed with great exaggeration as he waved his hand in the air.

The women gave another body-shaking laugh, and this time he joined her. While the two shared in their humorous exchange, neither one noticed the dirty look being sent their way from a certain miffed patron.

Over in her corner, Rachael sat cross-legged with her book closed and set off to the side. She was leaning forward, straining to overhear the conversation that was taking place across from her. Her fingers drummed against the tabletop beside her book and drink. Ever since that caked-faced blonde came strutting in, she had a terrible burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to continue her reading, but she found all of her attention now glued to this stranger and her interactions with a particular barista. She watched in horror as this sleazy woman shamelessly flung herself at the man. She wished she could hear what the two were saying, but unfortunately, the sounds of the other costumers polluted her hearing.

She had honestly been enjoying their little game. The notes, while sometimes unwanted, were always fun to answer. She had never met someone so interested in herself before. The very idea made her blush and feel butterflies in her stomach. She could feel herself beginning to slowly open up to the jokester, and it both worried and excited her. However, now she sat on the sidelines and witnessed the man she was just starting to like, give this newcomer the same kind of attention that once belonged to her and her alone. It was a combination of infuriating, depressing, and embarrassing. Here she thought she was someone special to this man, but as she watched him flirt back with the tall blonde, she realized she was nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game.

Not being able to stomach more of the scene, she hastily collected her belongings and scurried out of the shop. As she passed the man, who had made brief eye contact with her seconds before she reached the door, she could not hide her emotions from him anymore. With one final look, she opened the door and left the café for good.

Author’s Notes: Sorry for the wait! I decided to take this in a different direction than originally intended, so it took me some time to put together the final two chapters. There will be one more chapter of this story, so stay with me! I may also include an epilogue later on. Anyway, thanks for your patience and leave a review in the comments or as a reblog if you can. Those are always appreciated!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7

#bbrae #beast boy x raven #teen titans #au #fanfiction #garfield logan #rachael roth #garrae

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daylighteclipsed · 7 years

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tagged by @xxfrenchpineapplesxx. buckle up, kids, this is long

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: no 3. Text message: sometimes 4. Song you listen to: the one i have on repeat right now is 8teen by Khalid 5. Time you cried: i can honestly, happily say i haven't cried in a while

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: I'm only on #1 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. Been cheated on: no 9. Lost someone special: i mean...sorta 10. Been depressed: buddy i still am 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: No and i never plan to

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: pink, blue, gold

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: not close friends but yeah! 16. Fallen out of love: No 17. Laughed until you cried: haha yeah 18. Found out someone was talking about you: nope. even if someone was i probably wouldn't find out. i don't pay much attention to social stuff 19. Met someone who changed you: this past year? no 20. Found out who your friends are: i found that out years ago 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: whats a Facebook list

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: a good majority of them 23. Do you have any pets: a dog and two cats 24. Do you want to change your name: nah i really like my name 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: went to classes like any normal day. then my bf surprised me at my dorm room later with a star. the sweetest birthday i’ve ever had. 26. What time do you wake up: around 8. sometimes a little earlier or a little later, just depends 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: getting home from work 28. Name something you can’t wait for: vacation at the beach on friday 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Like an hour ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: umm...honestly? i’m pretty content with the way things are. but i guess i could do without being mentally ill. 31. What are you listening to right now: a box fan blowing in my room. its starting to lull me to sleep 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yeah i have an uncle tom 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: all i feel is sleepy rn idk 34. Most visited website: this one

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: i have a couple small ones all over and one bigger one on my lower back 36. Mark/s: i have a birthmark by my hip 37. Childhood dream: I vaguely remember wanting to be a veterinarian but that changed drastically 38. Hair color: dark brown 39. Long or short hair: Long 40. Do you have a crush on someone: my bf who is soft sunshine personified 41. What do you like about yourself: i will always stand up for who or what i believe in, even if I'm standing alone 42. Piercings: tried to pierce my ears before but that didn't go well 43. Blood type: yeah idk 44. Nickname: Gi 45. Relationship status: taken 46. Zodiac: aries 47. Pronouns: She/Her 48. Favorite TV Show: Gravity Falls, Trollhunters, Parks and Rec, the Office,

49. Tattoos: kinda wanna get one, kinda don't wanna go through the pain of getting one 50. Right or left hand: both technically 51. Surgery: nope 52. Hair dyed in different color: I’ve got caramel highlights right now...ive always wanted to dye my hair a fun color, but the place where i work won't allow that and my hair’s not in the best shape as it is 53. Sport: used to play them in grade school, don't care for them much now 55. Vacation: the beach. any beach where its hot. preferably alone with luke without the rest of my family coming along. though we both need money to do that 56. Pair of trainers: tennies? i need new ones

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: saltine crackers 58. Drinking: water 59. I’m about to: go to bed probably. luke’s falling asleep in my lap :’) 61. Waiting for: once again, vacation 62. Want: For myself to maybe do a big thing this coming school year to benefit mentally ill kids like myself. but it requires a lot of energy and commitment and idk if i can give all that...i wish i wasn't so anxious and tired 63. Get married: someday 64. Career: author

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes 67. Shorter or taller: taller 68. Older or younger: around the same age? 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: I don't care tbh 71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: god no 75. Drank hard liquor: no. stuff’s hard enough to drink even mixed with other things 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: i break them more than i lose them 77. Turned someone down: yes 78. Sex on the first date: NO 79. Broken someone’s heart: yeah... 80. Had your heart broken: by friends 81. Been arrested: No 82. Cried when someone died: yeah 83. Fallen for a friend: oh yeah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: more than i used to i guess 85. Miracles: sometimes 86. Love at first sight: i believe in the idea of meeting someone and sorta knowing you’re going to care about this person, because that happened to me, but i don't call that love 87. Santa Claus: i wish 88. Kiss on the first date: if it feels right

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: Luke 91. Eye color: Brown 92. Favorite movie: i can't choose one idk man

NOW, TAG 20 PEOPLE: Of course you guys don’t have to do this because there are just so many questions omg

@diabeticjimlake @endae @imacreepygirl @australet789 @gettin-schwifty @lukersea @bulbas4ur @eztria @lunaparr @billycipher @ericbittlle and anyone else who wants to do it!

#lord this is a long one #but thanks for the tag my friend #:)#about me

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niklii · 7 years

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Another Round

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people. (Thanks @augmentedampharos ! And yay for body positivity. Your “tmi” answer to that question made me smile haha.)

LAST

Drink: milk with some concentrated coffee Mio. Also water cos I have a slight headache

Phone call: Trying! To! Make! A! Damn! Gynecologist! Appointment!!! I need a new health care clinic. :( For this one you can only make appts one day in advance and they always run out.. Gonna try again at 9:00.

Text message: My friend at work texted me “Kanchan wants to know if you can get her some mustard” lol

Song you listened to: Some random song on the radio.

Time you cried: Watching “War for the Planet of the Apes” last Sunday! haha

HAVE YOU

Dated someone twice: um.. not sure how to answer this. I’ve only been in one relationship and there were no official breaks.

Kissed someone and regretted it: yes! not my boyfriend though

Been cheated on: ehm.. sorta? but no? some weird stuff happened in middle school and also last year but at the same time, we had agreed to some open relationship type stuff.. it just came out of nowhere and i didn’t find out about it til later.

Lost someone special: Yes :( Johnny (DJ Nackt) in the Oakland fire last November, and my piano teacher from cancer last January. But no one in my family or anyone I have been extremely close with yet.

Been depressed: Yes but never longer for a day.

Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope!! this one I’m proud of. Never threw up from drugs or alcohol, only food poisoning and the flu...

Made new friends: yes :) (s/o to @augmentedampharos for rekindling our friendship)

Fallen out of love: from time to time but it never lasted.

Laughed until you cried: yes!

Found out someone was talking about you: probably? i try not to remember ;)

Met someone who changed you: hell yeah

Found out who your friends are: sure ?

Kissed someone from your Facebook list: my boyfriend! also a few people from when we played Spin the Bottle during Vice haha. And a couple others..

Kissed a stranger: only if you count Vice, but even then, they weren’t a total stranger. I just didn’t know them that well.

Drank hard liquor: sure ?

Lost glasses/contact lenses: if i did, it was ages ago.

Turned someone down: yeah but only a couple of times ?

Sex on the first date: no!!! I was 12 on our first date. NOT READY

Broken someone’s heart: um I’m sure my bf has said this at one point. but he also broke my heart once or twice. we have since recovered (i think)

Had your heart broken: yep but I got over it

Been arrested: no lol

Cried when someone died: yes.. even with friends of friends. it’s too much.

Fallen for a friend: yes! but i got over it (for now..)

Kissed on the first date: haha sure. It was the first time Andrew and I saw each other since we met! Not a date and my dad was there because I was 12 but it was a sweet little smooch when I came down from climbing a tree.

GENERAL

List 3 favorite colors: blue, orange, pink ? (how did that happen??)

How many Facebook friends do you know in real life: probably 80% of them? Maybe 90%? No idea, I’ve never counted!

Do you have any pets: no I don’t unless you count Andrew!! lmao

Do you want to change your name: meh

What time did you wake up: 7:00 but I was sooooo tired. not a good day to wake up at 7. :(

What were you watching at midnight last night: my own dreams

Name something you can’t wait for: swimming before the summer ends!! GO AWAY IUD SPOTTING

When was the last time you saw your mom: In June, when my cousin graduated high school

What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: lose that belly of mine. But I wish I didn’t want it so much. :( I wish I could be happy with myself.

What are you listening to right now: the sound of my own typing cos no one else is in the office yet...

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Most Likely

Something that is getting on your nerves right now: This little headache I woke up with. probably was from the heat last night.

Most visited website: facebook T_T

Mole/s: there’s a huge one right by my nether-regions.. i should get it looked at soon.

Mark/s: tons of little dots on my arms and chest that aren’t qualified to be birthmarks or moles. also one on my head.. i should get it looked at.

Childhood dream: being a rockstar B-) i’ve always wanted to sing

Do you have a crush on someone: only my significant other right now!

What do you like about yourself: I like the shape of my arms + hands + feet! although my boyfriend refused to call my feet sexy. I think they would be sexy feet if you were into that sort of thing. lmao

if we’re talking non-physical stuff i also like my compassion and tendency to emote my feelings. I like feeling feelings.

Piercings: only one ear for now, my other ear ate the piercing.. it was a weird day. I need to get it done again. THIS IS WHY I DIDNT BOTHER UNTIL I WAS 22.

Blood type: I think when I donated I found out I was A+! like my high school grades ;) lmao

Nickname: Nikki or H2O.. my bestie also called me Cole-Man.. I liked that one.

Relationship status: practically married

Zodiac: taurus

Pronouns: she/her/hers

Favorite TV show: X-Files right now but also I am loving GLOW and Orange is the New Black. And Community. And Girls has a special place in my heart.. love that show to death. You can’t make me choose!!

Tattoos: i kind of want one but also.. i don’t like pain.

Right or left hand: right

Surgery: only for a tooth implant

Hair dyed in different color: i used blue dye on part of my hair a couple times in college.. i want to do something like that again but also idk what my work would think. i guess i should ask. it’s not like we have the most formal environment

Sport: tennis (rn). also Lindy Hop Dancing! I’m on a roll.

Vacation: Iceland PLZ

Pair of trainers: I’m guessing they mean sneakers? So.. Vans for now. But also Docs and Converse

Current and all-time best friend: Andrew and Woky are kind of tied. But Woky understands me more so sometimes she wins. But Andrew has my life devotion haha.

Eye color: blue but sometimes they look grey

Favorite movie: blah Idk! I really love Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. and Amelie and some Wes Anderson movies..

WHICH IS BETTER?

Hugs or kisses: idk why but i love our hugs more! i feel like he MEANS IT. i guess i got worn down by kisses.

Lips or eyes: eyes

Shorter or taller: I used to wish I was short so I could hide in more places when playing Hide-and-Seek. And also I wish my partner could pick me up all romantic-like. But now I’m grateful I can reach things on shelves.

Nice arms or stomach: I’m a sucker for arms and hands

Sensitive or loud: sensitive

Hook up or relationship: relationship

Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

Yourself: usually but I need to more.. I don’t went it comes to work (Mudd RUINED ME)

Miracles: maybe?

Love at first sight: lust at first sight yes, love no. (stole that from Wendy)

Santa Claus: it’s a lie!! But I loved the idea growing up. yay presents

Thanks again Wendy for giving me something fun to do before I get real work done. xDD

I tag.. @minikvelp @unfuckthereallife @ursaladarling @lumbercop @darkfire454 @brainshock-alpha @lightning-babe @eternal-flame-babby @mabonqueen And anyone else who likes these kinds of things!!

#ask #meme #augmentedampharos

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