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secretsappyabode · 2 years ago

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HOWDY TIFF I ADORE YOU✨🧡!!!! Please know my DMs are always open to you, I also hope you're doing well✨🧡🥺!!!! I wanted to also thank you for your sweet words on my Texiarty art, I laughed reading your tags about the monarchy you're so valid actually?? The only kingdom Jim and I care to rule is the one existing inside our home 👉🏽👈🏽

I wanted to also come ask!!!! Can you 👁️👁️ walk me through first kiss ideas between you and Ford vs you and Stan???? I'd love to hear about it, I think first kisses are so precious and know that there's so much potential regarding your ship with both brothers :3c

Sunny @tex-treasures

SUNNY WAAAAAA AND SAME TO U MY FRIEND plz know u can dm me anytime u wanna as well!!! 🥺

(and yknow what that’s perfectly valid ur kingdom is ur home and I bet it’s a lovely one at that)

HOOOOOO FIRST KISSES (slams fists on table continuously) MY JAM!!!! Ur so right the POTENTIAL!!!! the FLAVOURS!!!!! first kisses are very precious, and honestly it’s hard to figure out what wld be The First Kiss yknow? cuz u cld go so many ways…….. but here’s what i got hehhehe

Ford

we’d both be super shy abt it i just KNOW IT

ford wld try to initiate first, but chicken out at the last second. i feel like he’d overthink it and believe he’s moving too fast, so he quickly makes an excuse and leaves

he’s be up all night thinking abt how to go abt it, pouring thru any romance novels and dating guides he can get his hands on. he’d lose sleep cuz he can’t figure out when the right time is!

he thinks I don’t notice his attempts but I do, and I patiently wait at first.

eventually it gets too much to bear. like one day ford could be explaining something to me

“any questions?” “yeah i got one.” “yes?” “do you plan on kissing me ever???”

bewildered he’s like “wait you’ve been noticing my attempts this whole time?? why didn’t you do anything abt it??” “idk i wanted to see how long it took. and it’s not like i knew how to go abt it either. i never kissed before!” he chuckles at this and says “well that makes two of us. why don’t we figure it out together?”

so it happens. i close my eyes and he cups my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. it’s subtle but I can hear his breathing, and I can tell he’s stalling a little bit. he leans it quick, and the kiss is soft and tentative.

Stan

now technically we had TWO seperate ‘first kisses’

the first time was when i arrived back in gravity falls, halfway through when stan was running the mystery shack (so were both in our mid 40s)

at this point, hes heard word of fords girlfriend so hes a little (very) nervous. would she be able to tell? would she figure it all out? how would she react? would she understand? as far as stan cld tell, i didnt pick up on anything strange over our phone calls. so far so good, right?

its almost like a big town event. a large group of townies congregate at the shack waiting for me to pull up in my car. (stan is SWEATING BULLETS cuz holy shit why are there so many people here??? geez sixer you really know how to pick em. whyd she have to be famous in this stupid town????)

so i arrive, and stan and i meet halfway from the shack and my car. its super silent. all i can do is stare at him and stan is freaking out. shit. she KNOWS im not him

i move forward grab him by the collar and dip him into a BIG ASS KISS. the townies woop and cheer, for their fave couple is back together again.

little do they know im actually just dipping him far enough that it appears were close, but were not actually kissing. classic theatre magic. the little the townies know the better. “you can relax.” i mutter “i know youre not ford. just act natural and head back to the house.”

stan is just SO CONFUSED LIKE......hwuh? huh??? wha-what?? (is she really trusting me that much already???) before he can say anything else, were already running to the shack.

the second time was more genuine. at this point we had marriage papers signed to make the relationship of ford and i more “official” to the public. the less suspicion the better.

the kids were arriving for the summer soon. stan was having doubts about being a good caretaker for them, about reactivating the portal, about getting ford back, everything was getting to him and i could tell he was tearing himself down for it

i reassured him that he has worked so fucking hard for all of this, and that if ford couldnt see that, it was his problem. that he cares so much for this family and that was one of the things that made me love him so much

“w-wait, wait, you...you love me?” “yes i love you??? how could i not after everything weve been through all these years??”

the confession shocks the both of us. years of denial and secret pining has led to all this. we both just thought we were playing along to keep up the charade, but now that we realize its all real....and that it always has been...

he immediately pulls me in for a kiss. its firm but passionate, and he was practically clinging to my shoulders. it was the culmination of our feelings, all finally being laid bare.

as if he had woken up from a dream, he stops and immediately moves away from me. were both just staring wide eyed. did we just...?

“SHIT UHH I JUST REMEMBERED THAT I HAVE TO BE IN ANOTHER PLACE GOTTA GO BYE” and he takes off

im just sitting there almost frozen, processing what just happened. welp, theres no denying it now. i cup the side of my face. “..............huh.”

#SHITTTT THIS GOT LONG LMAO #and this was sitting in my drafts for ages among other asks ;;;A;;;#i thank you for your patience my friend!!!!! the effort you put into sending me asks and stuff is deeply appreciated :''''''''')#lovely people #ford loving hours #stan loving hours

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moonb-eam · 3 years ago

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Hi my darling 🌟💕 how are you doing today?

I was rereading "maybe it starts now" series these last few days and even when I know many parts and lines by memory, I enjoyed it so so much, so I wanted to thank you, again, for sharing your amazing talent with us 🥺❤️❤️. I also screenshotted every art piece you described in the story, thinking about creating them myself (I'll maybe annoy you in private asking about how you imagined some of them 🙊🙈). For now, I only managed to make one - the Valentine's card Lucas gave Eliott with otters holding hands.

I also noticed in your tags you didn't feel very well... Are you alright? Can I help you, anyhow, with anything? Sending all the love in the world: ❤️💕💓💗🌻🌼💗🌷🌷🌹🌼🌼🏵️🌻🤍💜💙🧡❤️💚💛💚❤️💛💐💐 take care love 💕 (don't forget you're magical)

barb BARB 🥺🥺😭😭😭😭

how do you always know??? whenever I’m having a bad day, you appear in my inbox and instantly make me feel better 💗💗💗💗💗 this is the loveliest message ever first of all!!! I hope you’re doing well too 😚 secondly, the otters are SO CUTE!!!!!! I can’t believe you drew the card!!!!!!! 😭

If you wanted to draw some of the other pieces from misn, I would be so so flattered!!! Of course you can ask me about them, but I’m also certain your interpretations will be beautiful ✨

I’ve been having a very hard time with work for the last few months, so I’ve been really stressed out - but believe me when I say this sweet message helped me so much 💕 thank you so much my love you’re the best!!!!

#asks #worldforfairies #i really really hope you’re doing well too!!!#come into my DMs anytime and tell me what you’ve been up to!!

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yeagerdaydreams · 2 years ago

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A/N: I can't believe that we're this far into the month. This is exciting! Time for us to bring it back to Eren for a minute. He's had a rough day, Levi was pretty hard on him. He's got some anger to get out. ✋ Today is also the last day to be added to the taglist! If you want to be added to the list send me an ask or a DM. Age must be in bio or easily found to be added.

Character: Eren Yeager (x fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, dirty talk, offensive language (swearing), daddy kink, kitchen sex, spanking, slight degradation, pet names (good girl, sweet girl, pretty girl, baby, baby girl), praise kink, hair pulling, minors dni

Word Count: 1.6k

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“Y/n!” You jumped at the harsh way that your name fell from his mouth, quickly turning from the kitchen sink to find your way to the front door. As soon as you came face to face with him you could see the anger in his features. You didn’t even have time to say anything before he started talking. “When’s dinner gonna be ready? I’m starving, today was horrible.” Eren’s large hands pushed his hair back from his face, the small flyaways slicking back.

He didn’t want to show you how angry he was, you could tell that he was trying to hide it as best as he could, but you knew Eren Yeager like the back of your hand. There was nothing that this man could hide from you. You stepped forward and took his hand in yours. “Dinner is almost done. Fifteen minutes, twenty tops. I made sure that it would be done by the time you got here, but it looks like you’re a little early.”

Eren nodded and placed his hand on your cheek, pulling your body toward him a little. His lips captured yours lazily, the stress from the day seeming to disappear as soon as you connected. He placed his hand on your lower back as he pulled away, nudging you back toward the kitchen. “Well I’m home now, so let me try to help, yeah?”

His annoyance at the events of the day wasn’t going away anytime soon, but being around you had always had a calming sense with him. It had always been a way for him to wind down. You heard his bag hit the kitchen table hard, a small jump of your body scooting you closer to the stove as you reached for the spoon.

As you started to mix what you had in the pot you felt warm breath on your neck, you hadn’t even heard him come up behind you. You shivered and whipped yourself around, his eyes now hungry as they looked back at you. “E-Eren? What are you doing?”

Eren took a deep breath, pulling his hair out of his bun with a smirk. The sight of his long brown locks falling in front of you had you swooning. He had always known exactly what that small sight did to you. You had such a fascination with his hair. He gripped your hips and pushed you back into the edge of the sink. “What’s it look like I’m doing, sweet girl?” He gave you the best smile he could muster despite his still bubbling anger. “You said we’ve got another fifteen minutes, right? I can think of something that we can do in the meantime. Something that’s gonna help make both of us feel better.”

He gave you a knowing look, he could read you like a book. There was no hiding a single thing from Eren Yeager. “You’ve been waiting for me for days since I’ve been too wrapped up with training to be home. I can feel it in you. The way you watch me whenever I’m home. The way you nearly drool every time I wake up in the morning and start getting dressed.” Eren chuckled darkly and pushed your hair behind your ears. “Now it’s my time to give you what you’ve been looking for.”

You knew he was right and the feral look in his eyes made your thighs rub together. A small whine escaped you before you could stop it, the boost in his ego making him dig his fingers into your sides. Eren’s hand slid underneath your shirt, the pinch of his nails against your skin sending more shivers through your whole body. You raised a hand, the need to run your hand over his chest nearly overwhelming you. You can see every defined muscle through the tight shirt that he wore, the thought of it making you salivate even more.

Eren’s hands slid into the waistband of your pants and slid them down slowly. His hands pushed between your legs as he slowly ran his fingers over your folds. A whine fell from you instantly, pleasure coursing through your body as you felt his body weight press against you. “‘R-Ren, wait.” You looked over at the stove and gripped his arm. “What about-?”

Eren stopped you as he slid his fingers into your core, not giving you any time to adjust before he began plunging them in and out of your cunt. “We’re not gonna worry about that right now, pretty girl. We’re just gonna have some fun now, don’t act like you’re not craving it as much as I am.” His free hand lifted and slapped the side of your ass, leaving a lingering sting behind it. “I know you’re ready for me so let’s just have a good time. You can’t deny it when you’re already this wet.”

As another whimper escaped your his hand pulled away, your walls had nearly closed around him as he took all the pleasure away from you. You pleaded with your eyes as he locked with yours, his hand grabbing your arm and spinning you around to face the counter. “Now let’s get down to business, huh?”

Eren’s hand ran up and down your back, pushing your shirt up as he came back down. He loved the way your ass wiggled for him, pushing back as you begged him to let you feel what you just had been a moment ago. “Please, Eren. I can’t take it. N-need you so bad.”

Eren’s hand ran over the bare skin on your ass, rubbing small circles before bringing his hand back down on it again. “Need daddy so bad do you?” He leaned forward and pushed his hand behind his ear, kissing your lower back softly. “Need to feel my cock deep inside that greedy little pussy of yours?”

You nodded hastily and peeked over your shoulder at him, the smirk that he wore making you regret it instantly. The sound of his belt coming undone made your knees grow weak, the anticipation nearly having you in tears. You had never needed him this bad, what was so different about this time? Was it the way he was so feral? Was it just how angry you knew he was really was?

Eren freed his cock and stroked slowly, rubbing his tip against your walls as he pushed your panties to the side. “Such a good girl for me, can’t believe I kept you waiting this long, but at the same time I wouldn’t have it any other way. Just look at you. You can’t barely even hold yourself together.”

His words send a shockwave through you, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the counter even tighter. You pushed your hips back into him, earning you another rough slap to the ass. Eren growled at you as his tip slid into your core, not expecting it as you had ground your hips against him. But that and the sound of your scream from his hand was all it took for him to lose himself.

Eren’s thrusts were harsh and fast as he pushed you into the counter, every scream and moan that left your lips as he gripped onto your hips made him yearn to hear more and more from you. “That’s what I like to hear. That’s my girl. Such a good baby for daddy.” Another slap, tears now streaming down your face as the sting lingered there all over again, this time not disappearing as quickly from the repeated spanking.

Your hips pushed back into him over and over to match his movements, trying your hardest to keep from screaming out for your neighbors sake, but knowing that it was futile. Your walls were squeezing around him, milking his cock with every roll of his hips, grunts mixing with your sinful noises. You were close, the way you suffocated him telling him just that.

Eren coaxed you on, just wanting to feel your slick coat his shaft. “Gonna cum for daddy? Gonna make him feel so good?”

That was the last straw, your walls clenching tightly around his length as he grabbed a fistful of your hair. He pulled you back against him and snapped his hips into yours, desperately chasing his high as his name fell from your lips repeatedly. “Mmmm, gonna stuff you so full of my cum baby girl. Gonna make you all mine, gonna make sure the neighbors hear just how good I make you feel.”

With a strangled sound coming from the back of his throat, moans filled the area around you, his hips stuttering against yours. Eren emptied himself out inside of you, painting your walls white with one more loud grunt. “Fuck, baby. So fucking good. So tight for me.”

Eren gave your shoulder a small nibble and pulled himself from you, helping you get your pants back up. You felt his hand grab your arm again, turning you toward him and pulling you into him. Your voice was small as you felt the angry aura melting away from him little by little, using the prettiest voice that you could for him. “I love you, ‘Ren.”

Eren kissed the side of your head and reached toward the stove, lifting the spoon to mix the contents of the pot for you. “I love you too.” He gripped your chin tightly and gave you a wide grin. “Now you go and clean up while I finish dinner, alright?”

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thestarsanctuary · 3 years ago

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hi!! can i request the rooftop trio of bnha with a reader that has tourette's syndrome? they can b aged down or up idc

ROOFTOP TRIO WITH A S/O THAT HAS TOURETTES SYNDROME

Pronouns: They/Them but in 2nd person

Note: I don’t honestly know which way I wanted to do them so it’s kind of a mix because of Shirakumo- I just combined it all lol.

If anyone finds something in this offensive and/or unsettling, you can comment/dm me and I will take it down! I don’t have tourettes and can only reaearch so much.

AIZAWA

For Aizawa your condition isn’t really something that sparks major feelings and thought. You have tourettes, alright now let’s go get dinner. That’s kind of his way of thinking, he’s not gonna coddle you like a child because he knows you’re an adult who can take care of yourself. Since you’ve been together since high school, he’s already seen you at your worst and your best. He won’t lie and say he’s always been the best boyfriend who can tend to your needs, the stories tell otherwise.

“Well what do I do when it gets too much? Just like- sit there?”

“Why would you just sit there? What does that do for me?”

“That’s why I asked no need to be a jerk about it.”

Yeah…he really needed some time to figure out his way. It was hard for him to find a balance between leaving you alone but also not just dismissing everything- but he got there.

As he grew older he knew to keep you calm and happy, it was better for your tics that way if they weren’t being driven from your anxiety or a more stressful situation, so if he could help you out he 100% would. Whether that was succumbing to your rather untasteful wishes of playing Just Dance 2.

“SHOTA! YOU CAN DANCE?!”

“Shut up and watch this combo.”

Or whether you just wanted to cuddle and take a break.

“You know I love you don’t you Shota?”

“Well you better….I love you too”

Other times when tic attacks would get rough he would try to comfort you, maybe by stroking your back, or just staying close by. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it and just lets it happen. He’s cool like that.

He doesn’t like going out a lot in general, so when you and the other boys get together it’s chaos. You’re all practically bouncing off the walls and Shota has to make sure you all don’t accidentally break your necks.

“Hizashi would it kill you to stop challenging my partner to an mma throwdown, they’ll literally kill you.” All while in a supermarket.

It didn’t really matter how upset you got or how stressed and tired he was you made time for each other. That was just how things worked with you both, sometimes you were attached at then hip watching a cringy netflix original as he complained to you about some kids in his class, and other times he was watching you play games as you sat on his lap complaining about your boss.

It wasn’t hard to understand that Shota would give his all for you. You’d get whatever you please from him. His time, his loyalty, his heart, all because he loves you. Simply put.

HIZASHI

Hizashi was always easily excitable, in high school, as a pro hero, you’d see him smiling and grooving anywhere at anytime. Maybe it had to do with the way anytime you were around he wanted to make you the happiest person alive.

When he was a kid in high school and had just met you, he didn’t really dwell on your tics, nor the eyes that seemed to follow you, which seems nice but because of this sometimes he was a bit…dense. He just thought you were nice to look at, the slight noises and twitches coming with it were just there, who cares?

And that’s how you got together, a collision of love between the two of you created a glorious relationship lasting all the way up until now, and he’s learned a lot more along the way. He learned that sometimes tics would just get aggressive for no reason, and that you weren’t mad or stressed, it just happend. He learned that when it did happen he shouldn’t just sit there like a tree but also shouldn’t try and stop what was apart of you.

He learned that sometimes he’d get hurt by accidents involving your tics- and god forbid you’d hurt yourself, but none of that mattered as long as you two were together. He’d do anything under and over the sun for you.

And that truly meant anything, it was almost concerning how much power you had over him. Some would even say embarrassing the way he watched over you like a newborn puppy, following you around and bending to your every need.

Sometimes that would cause fights though. You could feel- smothered by his constant need to please you, it would feel less like a relationship and more like a caretaker and his elderly patient. You didn’t need everything under the sun…just a little bit of patience and a lot a bit of love would suffice, and he understood.

Instead of smothering you- he took you out on weekly outings. He liked it when you got super excited to go out and wear your best outfits that you couldn’t wear to work, and he liked showing off his s/o in flamboyant ways. He’d take you to random restaurants that served portions enough to feed not even a hamster, or amusement parks to eat glorious disgustingly bad for you food and the occasional romantic picnic of his own making.

He just loved you, and anything that came with you- including the tics- was apart of that love.

SHIRAKUMO

Shirakumo is…something else. He loves to please, loves to assist, and loves to love. So when he met you, nobody knows if it was just him being him or he really wanted to be with you. Time can confirm though, with how long you’ve been together? It was and is, love.

When you told him about having tourettes syndrome, he didn’t quite understand. Do you need medication? Should he be watching out for stuff? Like a spy?! And he asked you every question and spit out every comment he had under the sun without a bit of shame.

“Do you not watch scary movies then?”

“Have you ever tried counting how many tics you get in a day?”

“As long as I get to kiss you does it really matteer? I’m good.”

Yeah he’s…something else.

He tended to coddle you sometimes but it was only because he didn’t want to see you hurt. In which you had to explain to him that he was literally going to a school to be a pro hero and fight crime just like you were, and getting hurt was inevitable, so he shouldn’t worry.

“Aizawa literally almost broke your arm the other day Oboro. I really shouldn’t be your concern right now.”

When your tic attacks were more frequent he didn’t really like to be with you even if he knew he had to be. He didn’t like not being able to help you and only just stroke your back and make comforting comments. It made him feel useless so you had to reassure him sometimes. You had to explain that you appreciated what he could do and that it was much better than him interfering and trying to stop it (like clueless people had tried to do in past situations.) You liked space. And he gave you just that.

Now aside from the space he gave you every once in a while, most of the time you were glued at the hip. He loved kissing you, holding your hand, or when you would hold one of his sleeves or the bottom of his shirt instead. He just needed some form of skinship from you at all times.

Sometimes you would have tics and they would come from random song lyrics or something funny Aizawa would say to Hizashi, and those were his favorite ones. It took him a long time to acknowledge that sometimes things are just funny, and that he doesn’t have to walk on eggshells around you, but also that some things are not. There’s a line and it’s not thin, and not very easy to cross, so he tried not to dwell on it. All he had to do was love you, and he was rewarded with lots of love back.

What a life he was living.

EL FIN.

I tried not to make this repetitive to my other one shot so I don’t know how decent it is. Have a good day everybody reading this! Stay safe,

- SS <<<33333

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niqhtlord01 · 3 years ago

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Humans are weird: D&D Part 4

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps)

Alien DM: The paladins finally catch you in the woods; their anger towards you for stealing their relic will only be soothed by your death. Human Druid: I turn into a deer. Alien: But you are in clear line of sight, they will know it is you. Human Druid: I know. *rolls* Alien DM: Okay, so you have successfully turned into a deer, but the paladins know it is you. Alien DM: They draw their swords and move close to you. Human Druid: They can’t touch me. Alien DM: ….why is that? Human Druid: Because it is illegal for anyone but the lord of the land to touch deer. Human Druid: And because I am in the form of a deer the paladins cannot touch me in anyway or else they are breaking the law, which in turn means they can’t be paladins anymore. Alien DM: You son of a- -------------------------------

Alien DM: The final battle is won, but as the cheers die down you find your lord is wounded. Human Cleric: I wish to cast a spell on him for his injuries. *Rolls die* Alien DM: Okay, it looks like you passed. Alien DM: What spell are you casting? Human Cleric: Touch of evil. Alien DM: In his current state that might kill him, how will that help them? Human Cleric: I never said it would. Alien DM: But you’re a cleric! Human Cleric: And I never said which god I prayed to. Human Cleric: Payback time for all those damn fetch quests. ----------------------------- *At a busy inn* Human Rogue: *Comes back with drinks for group* Alien Wizard: What’s the occasion? Human Rogue: My way of thanking you for teaching me some magic. Human Paladin: What magic did you learn? Human Rogue: True Polymorph. Alien Wizard: You never did say why you wanted to learn that. Human: Oh yeah; it was to turn my victims into gold coins. *Pause* Human Paladin: And why did you want to turn- *Commotion at the bar as a stack of dead bodies suddenly appears behind the counter* *Patrons start screaming and calling for the guards* Human Rogue: To frame people for my crimes. ----------------------------- Alien Warrior: Why are humans so eager to make pacts with godlike entities for power? Alien Warrior: Could you not go to a school and learn it? Human Warlock: The ego of a supernatural being is nothing compared to the ego of someone learning magic. Human Warlock: Any time a student open their mouths it sounds like a room full of chainsaws. ------------------------------ Human DM: After your lengthy investigation you have confirmed that there is indeed a vampire in the town, but you still do not know who. Alien Wizard: There are too many people for us to check one by one. Alien Artificer: If we have the cleric bless some of the town water, then anytime the vampire drank the water to keep up their act they would become hurt. Human cleric: I can do that. *Next day* Human DM: As you awake from your sleep at the local inn you find that everyone in the town has died. Alien Wizard: The vampire new we were on to them! Human DM: Actually the cleric’s blessing was for their dark god, which in turn poisoned everyone that drank the water. Alien Artificer: Why would you do that!? Human Cleric: Again, you did not ask which god I pray to. Human cleric: I make warlocks look like bitches with the offerings I’m handing up to my god. -------------------------------- Alien DM: The orc warchief emerges from his tent, the skulls of his victims hanging from his belt clinking together with each stride he- Human Rogue: I throw a flask at him! Alien DM: You sure you don’t want to wait to hear what he says? Human Rogue: No. Alien DM: Ok, what’s in the flask? Human Rogue: Slime. Alien DM: Like, grease? Human Rogue: No, an actual slime monster. Human Rogue: I scooped one up in the last cave encounter. Alien DM: You’re telling me you’ve been holding on to a creature that melts living beings with deadly acid inside a flask on your person for the last three days? Human Rogue: Best life threatening investment I’ve ever made. ----------------------------------- Alien Artificer: Here cleric, I made you some armor. Human cleric: Why thank you. *Dons armor* Alien Artificer: AHA! Alien Artificer: You just put on my special magical armor which forbids you from committing any evil acts from now on! Human cleric: So you won’t release me unless I do what you say? Alien Artificer: Exactly! Alien Artificer: What do you have to say now? Human Cleric: Oh paladin! Human Paladin: *Walks over* Human Cleric: *Points are Artificer* This artificer has trapped me in this magic suit of armor for practicing my faith and won’t let me out unless I follow their commands. Human Paladin: You vile scum! *Draws sword* Alien Artificer: *Looks at Cleric* You sly son of a bitch. --------------------------- Bandit: Give us your money bag or we’ll gut you. Human Wizard: You saw that I can shoot lightning from my fingers and you want to mug me with a rusty knife? Bandit: Last chance. Alien Rogue: Oh no, they are too powerful. *Hands bag over* Here, take it; just don’t hurt us. Human Wizard: What the fuck man? Bandit: *Takes bag* Wise move. Bandit: *Opens it and reaches in for contents* Bandit: *Immediately eaten by bag* Human Wizard: You gave them the bag of devouring didn’t you? Alien Rogue: Indeed I did, and it was most enjoyable. Alien Rogue: I have learned why you humans enjoy being rogues so much now. Human Wizard: I am both joyful and scared of what your future now holds for you.

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #funny #dnd #d&d

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townofcrosshollow · 4 years ago

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Twine Sugarcube 101

AKA, all you need to make a Twine game (I swear to god)

I’ve seen a lot of people go “Twine is too complicated for me :(” and give up before they’ve even started. And that makes me sad, partly because they’re giving up on a really cool hobby, and also because that’s false! It’s absolutely not too complicated for you!

I think the problem is that people look up Twine, see the documentation, and go “There’s way too much there! I can’t learn all that!” Well guess what- you shouldn’t learn all that, at least not yet. As a beginner you can skip pretty much all of this:

(Ignore <<linkappend>> too, forgot to crop that one out)

That’s a lot more manageable, right? Below the cut, I’ll let you know how to use all those remaining important things to make your story! Warning- it’s quite long! You might want to read it in sections! And while I’ll try to keep it entertaining, it’s also a coding tutorial, so... y’know. Might not be the most exciting read if you aren’t trying to learn Twine.

Welcome to below the cut!

First off, make sure your story format is set to Sugarcube 2. On the right side of the home screen (with all your stories), click format and choose the one labeled “Sugarcube 2.x.x” then open a new story with the green button! Here’s what you’ll see and what it all means:

Passages are all like individual web pages that you navigate between to play the game. When they’re linked together they’ll be shown like this:

Anything you write in a passage will just be shown on screen as plain text, no code required! But if you want to make anything more than just one passage with a bunch of text, you’ll have to link passages together with...

Links!

A link is composed of two parts- the text you see on screen, and the name of the passage you’re attaching it to. These are enclosed in [[double square brackets]], with a vertical bar | or a little arrow -> between them. If you want to show the passage name instead of alternative text, you can just put the passage name in square brackets alone! So this in the editor:

[[Visible text|Passage name]]

[[Visible text->Passage name]]

[[Passage name]]

Will look like this in the story:

Visible text

Passage name

And all of them will lead to the passage labeled “Passage name.” You don’t even need to create the passage- when Twine sees that you’ve linked to a passage that doesn’t exist, it’ll add that passage for you.

That’s all you need to know! Technically, all you need to do to make a Twine story is add those fancy links between passages. If you add your awesome writing skills, that story will be super cool!

...but you want to do some fancy shit, right? Well let me introduce you to the next step up in complexity,

Variables!

“Variable” is a fun, code-y way to say “a bit of information that can change.” You could say they... vary.

Variables are useful for keeping track of information. If the player chooses to be blonde instead of a redhead, you might want to bring that up again- but you probably don’t want to write an entirely separate story based on that choice, right? So instead you save that information as a variable.

In Twine, variables are written as words with a $ in front of them. So my hair colour variable might be “$hairColour.” If you just write the variable out without any code, Twine will print the information you put into the variable. So if $hairColour is set to “blonde,” this...

She had $hairColour hair.

Will become...

She had blonde hair.

The value in a variable can be a boolean (ie. true or false), a number, or a string (like “blonde” or “any other string of characters”). They can also be fancy stuff like arrays, but we won’t be touching on that.

You can use variables to keep track of a lot of things! For instance...

How much money the player has

Whether a player has a key

What the player’s name is

I keep mentioning the value of a variable or “setting” it, but how do you do that? Well, one way is to add it to a link. If you want a link to set hair colour to blonde, for instance, you could write [[Blonde|Next passage][$hairColour to “blonde”]]. Clicking on that link would forward the player to “Next passage” and set the value of $hairColour to “blonde.”

There is a better way of doing it, however, but we’ll need to talk about...

Macros!

A macro is a snippet of code that runs when you put a special code word inside these <<spiky boys>>. You can write your own macros with JavaScript if you’re smart, find them on the internet if you’re even more smart, or just use the ones that come built in with Sugarcube.

The ones we’ll be talking about, and the ones that are the most important for most Twine games, are <<set>>, <<if>>, and <<link>>.

<<set>>

The <<set>> macro allows you to, you guessed it, assign a value to a variable. For instance, if you want to set $hairColour to blonde... well, that’s all you need to do! It’s just:

<<set $hairColour to “blonde”>>

It’s important to remember with the <<set>> macro that strings (collections of different characters) require quotation marks around them to show the code that it isn’t a number or a true/false value. If you put quotes around a number and try to do math with that variable, you’ll get a big ol’ error message.

If you’re using numbers, you can also use JavaScript operators in place of “to.” Each one will perform a calculation on the variable if that variable is a number, and then replace the variable with the result. If you want to add $5 to the player’s $money, you could use this:

<<set $money += 5>>

The “+=“ will add the number on the right to the variable on the left. “-=“ will do the same for subtraction, “*=“ for multiplication, and “/=“ for division. Easy enough, just don’t forget the = sign after the usual symbol!

By default, the <<set>> macro will be executed as soon as the page it’s on loads. Sometimes that’s useful, but sometimes you would rather the player click a link that sets a variable- like if they choose a hair colour. You might also want the same link to set multiple variables, like subtracting money and giving them an item when they use a shop. How do we do that?

<<link>>

The <<link>> macro is also pretty simple. All it does is create a link, and when that link it pressed it executes whatever is inside of it. Here we’ll be using it with <<set>>, but you can use it with all kinds of different macros and even nest some of them to do really complicated stuff!

As an example, we want the player to click “buy key,” give the player the key, and subtract $5 from their money. Here’s how we do it:

<<link “Buy key”>>

<<set $key to true>>

<<set $money -= 5>>

<</link>>

The text the player will click is in quotation marks, and after all of the macros we need to execute we have to close off the code by adding <</link>>. Easy, right?

But other than printing them on the screen, what can you actually use those variables for? Well, for that we’ll be using...

<<if>>

The <<if>> macro is my favourite, hands down, because it’s an easy way of accomplishing hard stuff. Simply put, <<if>> will check if the thing you asked about is true, and if it is, it will do whatever you put inside of it.

Here’s a simple example:

<<if $key is true>>

[[Use the key|Progress]]

<</if>>

Whatever is inside the <<if>> macro will be executed if the “if” statement is true. In this case, the link “Use the key” will be printed on the screen only if the player has the key. This also applies to code- if you put a <<set>> macro inside, that macro would only set a variable if the player has the key.

Now here’s a more complicated example, to show everything the <<if>> macro is capable of. Here we also want to check if they’ve already opened the door, and display alternate text if they have no key and the door is locked.

<<if $key is true>>

[[Use the key|Progress]]

<<elseif $doorOpen is true>>

[[Walk through|Progress]]

<<else>>

You need to find a key.

<</if>>

I’ll break it down line by line to tell you what each thing does.

<<if $key is true>>

This line is the only necessary one- it checks whether $key has been set to true. You can check for any value that a variable can be, like a number, true/false, or a string. You can also check for other things with this macro- for instance, “isnot” will check that the variable isn’t equal to the value on the right. “gt” or “lt” will check if the variable is greater/lesser than the value on the right, and “gte” or “lte” will check if it is greater than or equal to the value.

<<elseif $doorOpen is true>>

This line allows us to check for something else within the same <<if>> macro. Once the game has checked the original <<if>> and found that it is false, it will move on to checking each <<elseif>> until it finds one that is true. You can have as many <<elseif>>s as you need, and they can check the same variable or different variables, but only the first true one will be executed! And, of course, you can’t use <<elseif>> on its own- it’s stuck to the <<if>> macro!

<<else>>

This line is the last resort- if the original <<if>> and any <<elseif>>s have all been false, the game will execute whatever is after <<else>>. Because of this, there can only be one <<else>> line within any <<if>> macro! If you don’t have an <<else>>, nothing at all will be executed, so whether you include one depends on the situation.

<</if>>

This closes off the <<if>> macro. Nothing special, but very important! Put it after the last piece of code or bit of text you want the macro to control.

Phew. That’s it! That’s all I wanted to show you!

Now, HOMEWORK!

Okay, not homework, just practice. Here are some things you can try building to practice all these tools and get comfortable with how they work!

A store system with different items for different amounts of money

A character creation screen, followed by a description of your character (with variables!)

A puzzle that requires you to choose the right answer to proceed

If you have any trouble, need to ask any questions, or if something in this tutorial wasn’t clear to you, please let me know- you can DM me or send me an ask anytime and I’m happy to answer any Twine questions you have. I hope this was of use to you, and have fun making games <3

#told you i was making a tutorial!#not crosshollow #tutorial #game dev #twine game #twine #interactive fiction #gamedev

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darkmulti · 4 years ago

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-> 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞

-> 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝.

-> 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

-> releasing this a bit early because we reached 4K+!! Thank you guys so much! I love you all<3

-> THIS PROFILE CONTAINS DUB-CON AND NON-CON THEMES! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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It was a Saturday night — the busiest day of the week. You worked at the strip club, not as an exotic dancer but as a waiter. The money you were making was just enough for you to survive on your own.

Tonight, you wanted to ask your boss if you could start working as a dancer. You packed your new dancewear and everything you might need in case the boss says yes. It was around 4 pm when you arrived. You walked to your boss’s office and gently knocked on the door.

“Come in”

You grab the door handle and push the door open, revealing your boss Taehyung with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“Hello, little one. What can I help you with?”

You thought the nickname was creepy at first, and when you politely asked him to stop calling you that, he said that he had a nickname for every employee. Over time, you’ve grown used to it. And you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t give you butterflies in your stomach.

“I know this is sudden, but can I start dancing?”

Taehyung squeezed the glass cup tightly, almost shattering it with his bare hand.

“But why? You’re just a little angel. Angels don’t sin, little one.”

“Sir, I really need money. I want to go back to school and get a degree so I can have a permanent job.”

There was a pause of silence before you spoke up again.

“I-I can show you my skills. I’ve been practicing. I even brought my dancewear.”

Taehyung shoots you a glare. It was intense and almost threatening. He sighs as he puts the glass of whiskey on his desk and walks to the couch, where he sat down with his muscular thighs spread apart.

“Go wear your little outfit and come back here.”

You innerly smile and leave to the dressing room to change. Once the door closed, Taehyung let out a chuckle. He’s never going to allow you to be a dancer, he just wants to watch you for his pleasure.

After adjusting your straps and fixing up your hair, you sprayed some perfume around your neck and walk back to his office.

“Sir, I’m ready.”

“Good, now come in and lock the door.”

You did as told then remove your robe. It didn’t take long for Taehyung’s member to harden after seeing your body on full display. Taehyung turned some music on then said “the stage is all yours, little one.”

You’ve been practicing for months, just for this moment. Bending over and whipping your hair back, showing off your beautiful body to him. Taehyung motioned you to come to him, so you can give him a lap dance.

He placed his hands on your hips and made you grind on his bulge. Your face warmed up after feeling his boner that you caused. Taehyung started moving his hips with yours, making you whimper.

His hands moved to your breast and gave it a light squeeze. “Sir, I thought touching is not allowed.”

“I’m the boss. I make the rules. Right now, touching is allowed.” You were too naive to understand that he was manipulating you.

30 minutes pass and you finally stop and take a step back.

“So... what did you think?”

You were expecting a positive response and even a praise but you got the complete opposite.

“I’m sorry, little one. You’re not good enough. I can give you a raise but I’m not letting you become a dancer.”

“But what if I practice more? Could you reconsider?!”

“No is my final answer, little one. I’m a very busy man and I don’t have time to watch you dance just for you to fail.”

Embarrassed. You felt so embarrassed. You genuinely thought Taehyung was enjoying your show. Well, it sure as hell looked like it. A gloomy look took over your face and you walked towards the door to leave.

“Don’t give me that pouty face, little one.”

Taehyung abruptly pulled you on his lap and attached his lips to yours. You didn’t respond until Taehyung’s hand spanked your butt, causing you to moan.

“Grind on me, baby. I know you want it just as much as I do.”

You rubbed your clit harder against his bulge until you released. “Keep moving, little one. Help daddy cum too.” He growled, before grabbing your face and kissing you again. Deep moans left his mouth turning you on even more. His hands all over your body — it felt euphoric.

Taehyung let out one last groan before cumming in his pants. “Fuck! You’re so fucking good.” he kissed your jawline and moved down to your neck.

“How about this, little one. You become my personal dancer and I pay you money. You can stay with me, I’ll buy you everything you need as long as you accompany me and satisfy my sexual needs.”

“Like a sugar daddy?”

“Exactly”

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Rules:

No dating

No lying

No revealing clothes

If something is wrong, tell him

No swearing

Don’t be bratty

Obey him

Never reject his kisses

Don’t leave without his permission

Answer his calls and texts immediately

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How he’s like:

Taehyung’s a charming, gentleman

He treats you like a queen

He never ignores you

You’re his first priority

This man spoils the shit out of you

He buys you luxurious clothes and accessories

For your birthday, he bought you a brand new Porsche convertible

Taehyung’s very possessive, but you honestly don’t mind

You love spending time with him anyways

Anytime another male is too close to you, he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him

If you hug him, his hands will immediately go down to your ass and grab it

He’s very affectionate

Even at important events, Taehyung will always hug you, kiss your lips, cheeks and forehead in front of anyone

Sometimes you forget that you’re his sugar baby because he treats you like his wife

Your opinion matters to him

Whether it’s a big or small decision, he always wants to hear what you think

In the morning, he makes you breakfast

Especially if you had a long night with him (if ykyk)

When he’s doing work, he makes you sit on his lap and do some cock warming

Taehyung loves travelling with you

He’d rent out expensive villas or hotel room

Taehyung loves swimming with you

The man enjoys your company

You’re so lovable, sweet and innocent

It was almost like you were made for him

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Yandere Taehyung:

Taehyung was secretly obsessed with you

After he hired you as a waiter, he wanted to know everything about you

Since the job application required your address, Taehyung knew where you lived

He broke into your apartment and hid tiny cameras in places you’d never see

There were cameras in your kitchen, living room, bedroom and bathroom

He did this to keep an eye on you and make sure that you’re not seeing another man

When you’re at work, Taehyung stops by your apartment and takes some of your underwear to get off

He hacked into all your social media accounts, unfollowed guys he didn’t like and checked your dm’s regularly to make sure nobody was trying to get with you

If you made plans with your friends, Taehyung would show up (in disguise) and watch you from afar

Whenever you had plans or even a date, Taehyung would call you and say that more waiters are needed and he will pay extra because it’s an emergency

So you end up cancelling on your friends/date which angers them

Soon, your friends stopped inviting you to hang out because you always cancel last minute because of work

Taehyung’s plan was too isolated you from your friends which gives him the perfect opportunity to swoop in and be your one and only companion

And what do you know, his plan worked

Not only that but since you have no friends anymore, you’re always with him

So he never has to worry about you fooling around behind his back

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Sex Life:

Taehyung was incredible in bed

He never failed to satisfy your sexual needs

You’ve both tried so many kinky things in bed and it was honestly fun

He was addicted to eating you out

Hickeys all over your body. Between your thighs, on your stomach and chest. All over your neck, collar bone and jawline.

Taehyung loves marking what’s his

Traditional rough sex + doggy

But hey, it gets the job done

Three round minimum, 7 rounds maximum

Taehyung will always cum inside of you

He loves watching himself cum into your little hole

He gets more turned on when watches cum his leaking out of your hole and running down your thigh

Dry humping is something he’s into

The idea of both of your coming without having actual sex drives him crazy

Blowjobs for days

He loves watching you suck him off

Make eye contact with him while you suck and he’ll have an orgasm

You must swallow all of his cum

Don’t spit it out

Before Taehyung got you, he used to use your underwear to masturbate

You eventually started to notice that a bunch of your panties disappeared

Therefore, Taehyung returned most of them (except for his favourites), some washed, some not

Taehyung could literally cum to the thought of you wearing panties covered in his dried-up cum

It made him hard just thinking about it

Over time, you notice Taehyung becoming more aggressive in bed

It would get so bad that you’d have to use the safe word to get him to stop

You noticed he started doing things he’s never discussed with you before

Sometimes, you cry under him because he scares you

He’d pin your hands above your head and fuck as hard as he could

You were not used to it nor were you a big fan of it

He was taking everything out on you

Taehyung would start at 21:30 and finish at 04:00

Unknowingly, Taehyung’s yandere side took over him

Some may know him as V

His cruel and sadistic side who felt no remorse whatsoever

V’s kinks are dark and heavy

He choked you until you couldn’t breathe, tied you up so you couldn’t move, and slapped you when you asked him to stop

V enjoyed watching you cry too

Overstimulation was the worst part

Your core was crying for a break but V couldn’t care less

The man fucked you until you passed out

Minimum 7 rounds, maximum... there’s no maximum

In the morning, he’d still be deep in you and depending on his mood, he may or may not fuck you again

At this point, you didn’t care if it was Taehyung or V, you needed to leave him

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Trying to break off the (3 years) contract:

This is when Taehyung goes fucking insane.

After nights of relentless sex, you finally decide to break the contract. You couldn’t handle the abuse anymore. Sex every night to “remind you of your place” was complete bullshit. You stayed with him for two more months, hoping that the old, sweet Taehyung would come back and save you.

Unfortunately, he never did. After you lost all hope, you wanted to get away from Taehyung as soon as possible. He can keep all the gifts and money he’s given you if that means freedom.

You woke up only to see Taehyung missing from the bed. He must’ve gone to work, you thought. You get ready and pack all of the clothes you brought to his mansion. You write a small message on a notepad, saying that it’s over. You didn’t dare to tell him face to face because you knew exactly where it would’ve lead to.

You left his mansion and took the bus back to your apartment. An hour later, Taehyung was blowing up your phone, spamming you with messages.

“Where the fuck are you?!”

“Answer my calls!”

“Explain the message on the notepad!”

“What do you mean that we’re “done” ?”

“The contract’s not over yet! I still fucking own you.”

“Get your ass over here!”

“You’re making your punishment worse for yourself.”

“How can you say goodbye to me like this?! Do I mean nothing to you?!”

“You’re going to regret this!”

“Come back here, now!”

“Stay where you are, I’m on my way!”

You started to tear up because you were petrified. You drop your phone in fear and ran into your closet. You hid in a basket full of your clothes so no one could see you. Not even a minute passed and Taehyung was banging on your apartment door.

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, Y/N.”

You covered your mouth, stopping the sobs from coming out. You needed to find a weapon. You looked around your closet and that’s when you spotted something.

A camera.

A tiny camera is hidden in plain sight. Your heart dropped to your stomach. How long has that been there? Who placed it there? Your mind immediately went to Taehyung. You were trying to connect the dots but how could he have possibly gotten into your apartment?

You stopped questioning when you heard Taehyung break down the door. He came right to your bedroom and opened the closet door. He pulled out the basket you were hiding. “Get up.”

That’s when you knew the camera belonged to him. He knew your exact location. You couldn’t help but wonder how long he’s been watching you.

You take a deep breath in and stand up. Taehyung’s fierce eyes encountered your terrified ones. He grabbed your jaw and pulled your face close to his.

“What the fuck were you thinking?! You nearly gave me a heart attack! I thought one of my enemies kidnapped you but no! You just left me with a shitty ass note.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?!” Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose. “SORRY?! THAT’S ALL YOU FUCKING GOT?!”

He picked up your glass jewelry box and threw it on the floor. The whole thing shattered, causing you to burst out in tears. “T- Taehyung! Stop! Stop it! You’re scaring me!”

“Good bitch. Seems like I haven’t scared you enough because you still have the nerve to fucking leave me.”

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Omg, I finally wrote something after months of being an unproductive piece of shit.

This is bad, but I still hope you enjoyed 😊

Oh and I apologize for any mistakes. Like always, I’m half asleep:)

xoxo,

naina❣️

#taehyung smut #yandere taehyung #taehyung yandere #kim taehyung smut #Sugar Daddy Profile: Kim Taehyung #bts smut #bts profile #taehyung profile #bts yandere reaction #bts yandere #yandere bts #dubcon #non con

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custom-emojis · 3 years ago

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genq do you ever wonder if it’s like. worth it. bc if i were y’all id have deleted my entire social media presence 12x over by now

Oh every fucking day. Y’all have no idea 😂 like I don’t wanna complain or seem all woe is me. But i have considered burning this blog to the ground multiple times and especially lately it really does kinda take a toll on me. Here’s a list of various things I deal with due to this blog AND it’s associated discord;

I cannot talk about any of my interests or opinions lest be ripped apart and have my income demolished

People purposely going out of their way to trigger me? For some reason

Blatant transphobia and misgendering ? For some reason?

Death threats????? For some reason???????

Directly being told I deserved and likely enjoyed my abuse

Having my content stolen, reuploaded and edited near constantly

Having said stolen content made into stickers and sold on websites like Aliexpress where I can’t get them taken down

People making literal hate videos about me because I… expressed my sexuality?

This is lesser but. A lot of people just fucking demand content straight up? No thanks, no please. Not even context. I get a lot of asks that are just ‘x emoji’ or just a single word of what they want with no explanation.

People coming into my DMs and just venting and traumadumping to me COMPLETELY unprompted when I’d never talked to them in my life because I’m ‘popular’ and I guess that’s just acceptable to them?

People entirely only interacting with me with the intentions of boosting their own shit / getting stuff out of it ?? Which like idk I don’t mind helping people out but I would prefer if ppl also like. Interacted outside of that

People going out of their way to just straight up ask my discourse opinions? Or just straight up telling me theirs! No matter how many times I say it’s a trigger and that I want no part in it. Similarly, people just fucking assigning a discourse opinion to me that they feel fits best and spreading that as if it’s fact when I’ve not said anything about it.

People just. Straight up thinking I’m their best friend? Or even being actively affectionate or even romantic towards me when we’ve never interacted before?

A whole slew of the weird and absolutely absurd shit ppl send to me on anon. If you’ve followed me for any amount of time you’ve surely seen some

People like. Obsessing and idolizing my relationships? Like it gets really creepy sometimes how much ppl get rly into my dating life. ^^;

And like. That’s just what I thought up on the fly with my husband. And sure to an extent some of this is just tumblr being tumblr. Or people being shitty. But the fact all this happens and revolves around an emoji blog is a little wild. Don’t get me wrong- I love running this blog. And I will continue to. I definitely think the pros outweigh the cons. But I also think a lot of ppl don’t quite realize how much comes from it bc I really don’t post as much abt the bad as I used to. Ppl… complained abt it lol ppl complained abt me answering anon hate and complained that I posted negative content at all, so I just stopped unless I feel it’s

Important

Funny or I can make fun of them

Something I need to set a hard boundary on.

Anyways I didn’t rly expect to go on such a rant. I’ve just been super burnt out and thinking abt this a lot lately. I don’t plan to stop doing it anytime soon but I’ve been trying to kinda. Be a bit more stern on shit and hold my ground a bit more. Thanks for the ask honestly, gave me a reason to sit down and explain some of this.

#neg #death threats tw #abuse tw

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crybabykiko · 4 years ago

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could you do the nsfw alphabet for atsumu please? thank you :)

Aw shit, here we go again...

NSFW Alphabet: Miya Atsumu

gn!reader focused

A/N: She hasn’t written in awhile but you know what I’m proud of it- lol be nice to me or I’ll leave forever jk I won’t but still be nice to me ily 💕 Atsumu is a menace I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Obviously nasty below the cut so if you’re a kid fuck off

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

He’s not the best, but certainly not the worst. He will take care of you, but… only after he takes care of himself first. Usually that just means he needs to take a shower. Once he does, he’s free to supply cuddles until you both fall asleep.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

He has abs so solid you could make a sharkcoochie board on them. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

When Atsumu cums… he cums hard. It’s like having an out of body experience- every nerve cell in his body is firing off as he tenses up, digging his nails into whatever flesh he can grab, and grinding his heels into the surface supporting him. He bites down so hard his teeth grind involuntarily as his face contorts in a strained statuesque vision. One low growl from deep in his chest comes out through gritted teeth as he sputters out mixtures of “that’s it,” and “don’t you dare fucking stop.”

The orgasm face of Atsumu Miya is one of the 7 wonders of the world.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

It’s not a secret per se, but he’s been exposed and clowned for eating ass… so he doesn’t wanna talk about it.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

So contrary to popular belief, I don’t think he’s that experienced... he’s just lucky! (Lmaoooo all of his experience is based on like 2 actual people that he maybe got to second base with (he says third but come on we know he’s lying) and then a litany of porn. Poor thing just wants some coochie I AM HERE KING and he has no trouble finding it, he just never seals the deal. He’s someone who just kind of, knows what to do naturally. He’s able to read someone’s body by touch alone, and so he knows what you like right off the bat based on how you react. He might try a couple of things at the start to see what really makes you squirm, but once he’s got it... holy hell has he ever got it.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

I hate to say how easy this was- but I KNOW Atsumu is a guy who prefers doggy. I see him as a hair puller, so this is perfect for him. I also could see him being into mirrors, and this is the perfect position to make you look at what he’s doing to you, especially while he’s pulling your head back by your hair. He especially likes gripping his thumbs into the smalls of your back (he crosses his arms bc saw it in a porn once and he thinks it makes him look cool), and when he’s INTO it, he likes to smack your ass to encourage you.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

Is goofy by accident. Like will sometimes try throwing in something new with his normal dirty talk that completely throws you off. He hates when you laugh at him for it, but you find it endearing.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

I’m gonna… say something so controversial yet so bold:

What hair?

And yes I mean that. Smooth. He waxes. Monthly. No hair. (Besides like… legs and armpits… yah he doesn’t touch those) Naked mole rat dick but fuck it he’s Atsumu motherfucking Miya he can do what he wants.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

While he’s not the most... romantic in general per se, he does want to make you feel appreciated. He’s very eager to get his, but he won’t allow himself to unless you have already. It takes restraint, but he cools himself down by having you get on top, or by leaving lingering kisses anywhere he can, saying you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

When he’s away from you he loves to send you videos of himself or FaceTime you. He gets you worked up enough to join him no matter where you are. He just needs to see you, he needs you to see him stroking his cock to the thought of you- he can’t cum without you telling him to.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

I have to get this out but I KNOW he’s nasty. I imagine Atsumu as a huge dirty talker and also someone who’s into spitting. Both of those are just clear in my brain... like he would be pundinng you from behind, spit on your back, and then call you a slut all in 3 seconds flat but the way that you would cream? Ugh insanity he needs to be arrested he needs to be stopped

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Since he’s got money now- he’s a big fan of ordering Uber XLs or even just hiring a driver for a night on the town as a flex. But he especially loves telling his driver to put up the window partition while he annihilates you in the backseat. I just think he’s a fan of car sex in general- it just does it for him.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Loves to hear his name. Whether you’re moaning it or screaming it like it’s the only word you know, he’s always going to ask you who you belong to, and the answer is always Atsumu.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

He totally eats ass. He’s just not gonna tell anyone bc he told Osamu ONCE and now his contact name is ASStumu and he lives in fear of that getting out.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

Sloppppppyyyyyy. Loves giving ~slightly~ more than receiving, simply bc he loves the sight of seeing his spit dripping down your thighs while he goes down on you. Loves eye contact when you’re going down on him.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

Though I wouldn’t say he’s super experienced, I know he’s relentless. He fucks. Literally just fucks. Not in the sense that he only treats you like a hole bc yikes, but in the sense that he just goes the speeds of fast or faster. There’s no slow with him.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

Yeah. Lots of them. Anywhere, anytime. Particularly for him, a lot of them end up being in his car, simply because you’ll be out somewhere and the mood strikes. He’ll quickly take you out to the car for a few minutes, slut you out, and then return to the function like nothing happened. You’ve had many a quickie in a bathroom or closet in a party as well. When he wants you, he wants you, so he’s not afraid to take you.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Not as much of a risk-taker as people think. Mostly because he wants to protect you. He would hate for someone to see you in such a compromising position… but also, you’ve had your fair share of quickies in the bathrooms of various wedding receptions, so he’s lying.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Can last a decent amount of time, if he spreads it out over multiple rounds. I’m general, he can probably go about 2 or 3 rounds without needing a break. More if you draw out foreplay with him. He’s a pleaser, so really how long he lasts is up to you. He’s got the power and control to hold off on is own release until he’s certain you absolutely can’t take anymore.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

One of those mfs who gets you the mold of his dick as a toy for your birthday for when he’s away because according to him “you’ll be so needy while I’m gone”

I hate him so much but I would use that shit every day he knows what he’s doing I’m so upset

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

Speaking of being needy- he loves to egg you on when you are. He knows all the buttons to push, but he’ll never actually make the move until you’re begging. And of course he loves to turn that around in you, hitting you with that “god, ya just can’t get enough of me, can ya?”

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

He’s more of a talker than a moaner. Not necessarily loud in bed- but very, very vocal. Commanding of you in a good way, and will definitely show his appreciation through praise.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

Actually has a Cosmo subscription bc he likes trying all the strange and obscure sex positions in the articles. Also likes taking the quizzes, and will casually have you do them with him at breakfast.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

he’s a little on the thicker side. Its probably a good 7 inches, so it’s enough to fill you, add in the stretch of his girth and it’s a good, mild burn when he first goes in, but he fills you just enough without it being way too much. He’s a shower, so he doesn’t get much longer, but you have a lot to work with. He also has a cute freckle on his left inner thigh.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

His sex drive is on the higher end, but really only when he’s in his off season. When he’s actively playing in games, he tries to curb his appetite a bit because he believes in the superstition that sex messes with players’ stamina on the court.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

He’s gonna knock out, but not until he showers. He ALWAYS showers after. The water soothes his muscles and by the time he’s done it’s lights out.

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waspgrave · 3 years ago

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formally requesting info about mara 😌

THANK YOU!!! She is my best girl these days but i’ve been so shy to talk about her despite her having a wholeass ref page and pinterest board now...but now that you’ve enabled me:

here is a sheet of what she looks like <3 now to shout and make a really long post under a readmore

o She’s a half-elf drow, around 23-years-old PROBABLY. She wouldn’t bet money on her age these days.

o College of Spirits bard. She’s self-taught and prefers playing string music. She also has a really pretty voice, but is shy when it comes to singing in front of anyone. Mara learned a lot of her music through spirits of the deceased that wished to be remembered. And all of her stories on the spirit table come from the experiences of the departed she’s communicated with.

o Has NO CONCEPT of money value. She earns most of hers through tips while playing at a tavern and at least 90% of it goes missing between sessions or during the game.

Example – she lost 500+ of the 1200 gold that our rogue warforged gave her to buy supplies for the group. Which she did. We have healing supplies and the paladin is now OP thanks to plate armor. But who knows where the rest went...... Thankfully he also has no concept of money so no hard feelings <3

o Never had long-term friends until the last two months! It’s only ever been her, Lavender, and her grandma and usually they travelled a lot that she never got to stay anywhere long enough to befriend people. Also was told to avoid major cities and whatnot for a long time.

o Lavender is an 8-foot-tall shadowy ghost?? Figure that follows her around. It can only be seen by the dead or dying, but appears as a featureless humanoid. It rarely manifests physically but when it does it’s as a little critter (bird or mouse) and usually only when something Dangerous occurs or nearly took place. Not a familiar! Yet...

Mara has no idea what it is and never thought to ask about it, but it’s been with her for as long as she can remember and she loves it. She views it as another part of herself and feels lonely anytime they’re separated.

It hums a soothing tune when it’s curious about something. It can peer into the memories of the dead, usually so Mara can bring them comfort or help them move on. It recently did this to a guy that’s alive and to the construct in the party – so that’s weird.

CAN be separated from Mara but something very strange might occur.

o She experiences chronic nightmares and pain.

o If she’s not careful then using her ability to read into memories of the dead can slap her with Exhaustion Level 1 and injure her if she goes too far and winds up ‘experiencing’ the moment.

o “Grandma” is a hag named Ms. Spice. This is her! :) (drawn by my wife and the DM - venusmage)

o Was raised by her grandma for as long as she can remember. She’s almost positive it’s been at least a decade but couldn’t tell you her first memory or anything past a certain point. Things get really muddy for her if she pushes it and it’s been very stressful to have this pointed out to her.

Prior fact contribution – she has necromancy runes on her body that are usually hidden (she never thought of why she defaults to wearing gloves and long sleeves but suddenly it makes sense!). This implies she died at some point. And she took the knowledge pretty well! But is probably going to have a meltdown eventually!

Does know that she had parents! She has her dad’s focus and her mother’s earring. She’s toying with the idea of looking for them, but has no idea where to start.

o Mara speaks what’s on her mind which can be helpful! But it gets worse when she’s nervous. And unfortunately, she is extremely blunt and can be very insulting.

Has been informed recently that she can be a bit rough around the edges when it comes to how blunt she is.

She’s working on this. She recently spent 20+ gold at a pawn shop buying people gifts as she strives to become besties with the party.

o She is extremely naïve to a LOT of things. She’s also very sensitive and full of emotions and love. She’s awkward and bad at showing these things and expressing herself. She tends to hide when she’s hurt or sad, and prefers to disregard concern towards herself in favor of focusing on other people. That being said – she can be spiteful, sarcastic, and immature. She hates being embarrassed or feeling as though she’s not being heard and ganged up on. She will slap back way too hard

example: the paladin and sorcerer in our party ganged up on her about being dumb and making bad choices when she suggested talking to the gang of drow that are enemies with the dragon poachers. And bc she didn’t feel like she was getting defended or helped by anyone she snapped informed them - in front of hot cleric dad and other party members - that they signed themselves off to servitude towards her grandma after making requests of her with no payment....queen

o she is SO PROTECTIVE of people. Caspian (aztechnology’s chronurgy wizard) and Gracious (tiniestmagneto’s warforged rogue) are two people she instantly bonded to and will now bite people over. Same with Drac, the guy who she accidentally triggered a PTSD attack in after accidentally reading his death??? when they got into an argument

o Loves stealing for funsies. She’s a little magpie and will steal even random shit that isn’t valuable. She will sometimes give these items to people. She totally doesn’t mind if they sell it, no way, it’s fine.

o Almost everything she does involves a trade and deal.

o She gives ribbons to people she cares and worries about <3 She usually has an assortment of them wrapped around a spool in her bag and embroiders most of them as a little personal touch. She also leaves ribbons on things that feel important, especially if tragedy is associated with them. It’s a way of saying that she’ll remember them and possibly help when she can

o Very desensitized to things that would scare other people. This is because she lived with a hag for over a decade.

Recently informed our wizard, Caspian, that her grandma eats people. The most notable one was when she ate a person (not in front of her!) that was threatening her and Mara. This is normal behavior to Mara. Mara got to feed his shoes to one of her grandma’s pet mimics – DeMyse.

Thinks things like beholderkin and yeth hounds are cute. She managed to pacify a Gazer that they found in a chimney and is honestly very upset that the Blackstaff took it away to be studied.

#mara doesn't have a tag :(#playing dnd #ILU THANK U #good luck to everyone that reads this ill love you too #again i crammed like 8 oc designs into her #so she's like esme/charlotte/my lavellan/former skyrim oc smashed into one 5'0" woman

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duckymcdoorknob · 3 years ago

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heya! i hope you're having a decent week! this is just an emergency request so feel free to ignore

i'm a trans man stuck at home with my family for christmas who are mildly transphobic (they'll call me henry but they refuse to refer to me using my correct pronouns and they subtly mock my requests to not be called their daughter). to make matters worse, i'm autistic and often spend a lot of time hiding in my room when things get overwhelming (it happens a lot with my parents) and the holidays don't really give me an escape away from people.

please may you do a little something where sugawara comforts the reader after a long weekend of being misgendered and having their boundaries overstepped? thank you!!

Henry i think you’re the best lad ever.

You always brighten my day and I’m blessed to have you following me.

Feel free to light up my DMs and I will happily box your parents for you okay?

I defaulted to platonic bc that’s what I usually do when it’s not specified.

I’m sorry abt how short this is but head be empty

CW UNDER THE CUT: reader’s been misgendered by their family, reader also cries.

𝐾𝑜𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑎

The holiday break was absolutely awful for you

After having to deal with your family, you wanted nothing more than to never come home.

When Suga met up with you after school, as he always does, he noticed how your mood was…off

“Hi (Y/N)! How was your winter break?” He asked you with sparkly eyes.

“Oh… it was, great.” You replied quickly, showing him a fake smile.

He ushered the two of you to sit down on the bench by the gym. You both have basically claimed this bench as your “spot”.

“Good to hear! What did you get for Christmas?” Suga inquired, swinging his legs childishly.

As you finally smiled for real, explaining what you received from your family, it was quick to fade.

“Woah, hey, what’s wrong?” He turns his knees to face you and holds both of your hands.

“Sorry, just a bad thought.”

“That’s okay, bad thoughts are normal.”

“Yeah” you replied with a forced grin once again.

“(Y/N), will you please tell me what’s really going on? You’ve fake smiled twice, and when you really did smile it dropped in an instant.”

As he exposed your true actions, your face fell into a frown.

“(Y/N)…?”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, removing your hands and averting your gaze from his eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey. You know you can tell me anything, right?” He asked gently, “(Y/N) look at me please.”

When you turned back, you were sniffling as tears welled up in your eyes.

“Okay that’s it. Who’s making you cry like this? I will sicc Hinata, Noya and Tanaka on them in an instant. I promise I won’t hesit-“

“I’d prefer if you didn’t sicc the feral children on my parents.”

Suga’s mouth parted in realization. “I see. Our parents can be the worst. It sucks when the ones who are supposed to comfort us are the cause of our pain.” He said in a hushed tone.

“They just… suck.” You whimpered out.

“I know, dear.” Koushi replied as he pulls you into a hug.

“They were misgendering me, Kou… that’s what happened over Christmas break. They used the wrong pronouns on purpose and it hurts that they don’t respect me.”

“Oh my… I’m sorry.” He said hugging you tighter, “If it’s any consolation, I think that you’re just as much a (preferred gender :D) as anyone else here. Just because you may not “look like” one, doesn’t mean you aren’t one.” Suga rubbed circles along your back in a loving manner.

“I think you’re fantastic, (Y/N)! You’re one of my best friends and I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

“If you ever need an escape, just call me and I’ll come rescue you.”

“Thank you, Koushi.” You whispered.

“Anytime, (Y/N).”

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jisungsplatforms · 4 years ago

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[Chapter V: Han Jisung, you irresistible young man!]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! language, mentions of homicide (no one actually dies!), oral sex (m. rec) (yes again), exhibitionism

Chapter Word Count: 4.2k words

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“You’re evil,” Jisung pouted, pulling down on his oversized shirt to cover his still semi-hard on as the two of you walked down the hall. You snickered, enjoying the way he walked almost painfully.

“Sorry,” you grinned. “But it was fun, wasn’t it?”

“For you!” he cried. He leaned closer to your ear and hissed quietly, “You’re not the one who has a boner!” You quickened your pace, turning your head to throw a wink and a kiss. Jisung grumbled, awkwardly waddling faster to catch up to you. “Minx. You evil she-devil of a minx!”

“Hey, is it my fault you get horny easily?”

“Yes! It’s you, for fucks sake! Have you seen yourself?” he huffed. “You’re on my mind 24/7, do you even know how much you affect me?”

Your heart raced. You rolled your eyes and laughed him off, hoping that he wouldn’t notice your flustered expression. Scoffing playfully, you said, “Now that sounds like a you problem, doesn’t it?”

“Y/n~! Stop!” he whined.

You briefly glanced at his reddened face and sighed. “Okay, okay. Fine. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” You were about to enter the canteen until Jisung grabbed your wrist.

“I know how you can make it up,” he said with a somewhat timid look. He took a deep breath before stating more boldly. “Go on a date with me.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “Wh-what?”

“Let’s go on a date. After school. Tonight.” Jisung stared at you with a newfound determination meanwhile your face grew hotter and hotter by the second. You stared at his reddened face, contemplating, before sighing.

“What time?”

“Oh, what? Seriously?” he gaped. “Holy shit. YES!” He threw his fists up in the air, hollering. “Oh my God, fuck yeah!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he rejoiced, despite the slight embarrassment you felt from the scene he was causing. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you camly shushed him with a smile. “Sorry, I was just—wow. I really landed a date with the hottest person I know,” he chuckled sheepishly as he rubbed the top of his fluffy blond hair.

You giggled, moving his hand away from his head to hold it instead. “Better show up all dolled up for me, pretty boy.”

“Pff, I always look good, Y/n. What’re you talking about?” Jisung smirked, obnoxiously holding his head up high. You rolled your eyes at his playful arrogance.

“Watch it. I can change my mind anytime.”

“I know you won’t.” He brought your entwined hands up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. The rate of your heart beat increased, body tingling in adoration. Jisung smiled, letting go of your hand. “Gotta go now, I need to work on some stuff with Chan and Changbin today, but I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yup, see you soon!” You waved goodbye as Jisung walked away. He was only 5 steps in when he turned around and started walking backwards to speak.

“Tonight’s gonna be a surprise! Just be ready by 6, okay?” he called out.

“Okay!” You watched his retreating figure until he was halfway out of the hall. You walked happily into the canteen, thinking about your date with Jisung.

‘5:56pm’

It’s been 5 minutes since you’ve been mindlessly brushing the ends of your hair. Placing the brush back down onto your coffee table, you stood up to check your outfit on the reflection of the blackened TV screen for the umteenth time, bending down to sweep off any dust from your flowy pants. Now, you weren’t typically the type to obsess over your appearance, but tonight is certainly an exception, right? Grabbing the lip balm in your bag, you slathered on a thin layer of the sweet scented stick, smacking your lips together with a ‘pop’, and placed back inside. A notification went off from your phone. Recognizing the unique ringtone immediately, you hastily bent down to grab it.

1 new message(s) from Hannie Bear 🍯🧸

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: im outside!

Me: Coming out now!

You rushed to the front door, grabbing your keys and switching off the lights in the living room in the process. You double checked everything in your apartment one last time before leaving.

“Hey.”

You jolted in surprise seeing Jisung leaning on the wall right in front of your door. “What the fuck, Jisung, you scared me!”

“Sorry,” he laughed, standing up straight. “I saw Hyunjin earlier and told him about our date. He looked pretty excited.”

“Yeah?” you said as you turned around to lock your door. “Is that why you were standing in front of my door like a creep?”

You giggled at Jisung’s incredulous expression. “I wouldn’t say ‘like a creep’ but yeah, he’s the reason why I found your apartment.”

“Still sounds like a creeper thing to do,” you teased. “I never told you exactly where I lived, that’s lowkey freaky.”

“Oh, uh...Sorry?”

You walked up to him, smiling at his embarrassed face. “It's okay. You’re cute so I’ll allow it.” Grabbing his hand, you led him to the elevator. “Let’s go?”

Jisung instantly smiled, walking fast so he can be the one leading you instead. “Mhm!”

Instead of driving or taking a taxi, the two of you walked. Not that you mind, at least the night was cool enough for you to not sweat. “So? Where are you taking me first?”

“Hey, didn’t I tell you tonight is a surprise?” Jisung grinned. “No questions, no doubting. Just trust me tonight.”

“Well, for all I know, you might be a murderer luring me out for my last night.”

“Please. If I was a murderer, I would’ve killed Hyunjin and Felix for stealing my cheesecake earlier.”

You snorted. “Wait, you like cheesecake?”

“Yup! And chocolate cake! God, I love those.” He looked at you excitedly. “I think it was my mom who got me into cheesecake? She isn’t the type to like sweets that much but cheesecake is the only dessert she genuinely loves.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I remember my brother and I used to go to the store a lot to buy it for her.”

“Cute,” you giggled. You walked a few more blocks before Jisung stopped you.

“Aaand...We’re here!” You looked past him to see a small Italian restaurant. The inside looked homey, not too extravagant, with only a handful of customers inside. It had a minimalistic vibe that you very much enjoyed.

You couldn't help but chuckle. “Cheesy” you joked. “Were you hoping we would ‘Lady and the Tramp’ this?”

“Oh my God,” he gasped exaggeratedly, “that would've been so cool! But no, I heard from Minho one time that you like pasta, so I did some research and found this comfy, and more importantly, affordable place!”

“Aww,” you cooed. “You did research for me?”

“Psh, of course I did! I wanted to impress you,” he said cockily. “So, are you?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Oh yeah, very much impressed.” You reached over to pat his leather jacket. “Especially with this sexy jacket you’re wearing.” Jisung turned bashful, fumbling with the zipper on his sleeve.

“What? Too much?” he chuckled stiffly. “Changbin actually helped me, believe it or not. He told me you’d find me irresistible if I dressed up like this.”

You took a step back to admire his outfit. From his blond hair nicely styled, to the black ripped jeans he wore that showed off his slender legs, to the runstar hike Converse he wore often. Oh yeah, this man is hot shit, you thought, biting your lip. You looked back up to seeing him fidgeting with his black mock-turtleneck with a flushed face. You giggled, gingerly placing a warm hand on his face so he could face you. “You look good, Sung,” you smiled softly, as opposed to the not-so-innocent thoughts running through your mind. “Changbin’s right, by the way. You do look irresistible.”

You grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. “But to be honest, I find you irresistible no matter what,” you winked flirtatiously, causing him to blush even more and smile giddily. You walked inside the restaurant, instantly catching the faint scent of cinnamon. Ooh Sweet… You stood near the door, waiting for a host to seat you. After 3 minutes, someone finally came by.

“Hello! I apologize for the wait, we’re just slightly short staffed tonight.”

“Felix?” you and Jisung said. Felix’s eyes widened, just realizing it was you two.

“Y/n? Jisung?” he gasped. “Hey! I didn’t know you guys were going out already.”

“We’re, well. Not official yet,” you said. “We’re still in the ‘talking’ stage, right?”

Jisung nodded, humming in agreement. “But this is still a date though.”

“Lit,” Felix cheered, fistbumping Jisung. “I’ll show you to your table now.” Your host led the both of you to the corner of the restaurant. As you sat on the chair, Felix handed you some menus.

“So my bros, I’m Felix, everybody’s favorite little freckled Aussie, and I’ll be your server for tonight.” He bowed like he would during a curtain call of a play.

“Your theatre side is coming out, Felix. Is it intermission now?” Jisung joked. You snorted while Felix rolled his eyes.

“Just give me your drinks for tonight.”

Without looking from the menu, you answered, “Water.”

“Just get me any soda you have, man. Thanks!”

“Aight. I’ll be back in 2 minutes to get your orders.” Felix walked back to the host stand to seat another set of customers. You sat in silence, skimming through your options on the menu.

“Didn’t know Felix worked here,” Jisung announced.

You shrugged. “Me neither. I guess that’s why he’s been so busy.” Another wave of silence hit the both of you. You calmly looked at the food presented on the pamphlet. However, Jisung couldn’t take the quietness.

“Remember that photography assignment you’ve been working on?” he paused, waiting for your acknowledgment. You hummed, making eye contact with him. “How is it?”

You grunted, stretching your back. “Honestly. It’s a lot harder than I thought,” you sighed. “I’ve taken countless photos already but none of them seem to resonate within me. I feel so...”

“Trapped? Blocked?”

You stared at him, the mood now oddly serious. “Yeah...Nothing seems to feel right. It’s like I’m missing something.”

“Man, I feel you,” Jisung sighed. “Lately I’ve been feeling that too. You know how many songs I’ve trashed cause they didn’t sound the way I wanted it to?”

“The life of an artist, am I right?” you joked tiredly. He nodded, patting your hand empathetically. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Felix walking back to your table. “Oh shit, Felix is coming back. Hurry up and decide what to get!”

Pain. That was all the two of you could feel.

Your head was on the table, clutching your full stomach. You looked up to see Jisung blankly staring up at the ceiling. Is he still breathing?

All of a sudden, he looked down at you, a smile beginning to form from the corners of his mouth. “You too?”

You groaned, the pain in your stomach coming back. “Why did we order so much goddamn food?”

“Go big or go home,” he weakly cried out, raising his fists up. You laughed in amusement, regretting it immediately after when your stomach started to ache again.

“Holy crap, we’re gonna die in here.”

“‘Least we’re dying happy?”

“Is—shit...A-are guys okay?” Felix asked, worriedly. The sight of your empty eyes greatly concerned him.

“Just had too much food. We’re good,” Jisung answered, giving him a thumbs up.

“Barely,” you muttered as you slowly lifted your head up.

“I wanted to ask if you guys wanted dessert but nevermind…” he eyed you both. You and Jisung made eye contact together before looking back at your friend.

“What’s the special?” you both asked simultaneously.

“Nuh uh. I’m not about to be responsible for your deaths. Go home!”

You pouted. “Come on, Felix. Don’t you love us?”

“Yeah, bro! We can take it, let’s go!”

“If I go to jail for potential homicide, I swear to God,” he sighed. “Fine. The special for tonight is a chocolate cheesecake sprinkled with shreds of Belgian chocolate.”

Both your eyes lit up. You looked back at each other as if you were speaking telepathically. Chocolate cheesecake?

“I’ll get you both only one slice!” Felix scolded. “If you guys need to puke, the restroom is down the hall behind you to your left.” Your freckled friend walked away, into the kitchen, as he glanced back at your drained forms.

“Gosh, now we’re really gonna die in here,” you whispered.

Jisung snorted as he hung his head back over the chair, “At least I’m dying with you.” You stared at his limp figure for a while before feeling the urge to take a picture. Grabbing your bag from the chair, you dug for your phone, finding it, then pulled it out. You swiped to the camera screen and took some candid photos of Jisung. “Hey, hey! Do it again!”

You looked up to see him pouting. “I know I’m handsome but if you wanted to take some pictures, you gotta tell me!” he said, sitting up and fixing his hair. You rolled your eyes, scoffing in amusement.

“Fine. Smile!”

Jisung smiled, winking as he threw up a peace sign. You took two pictures before looking up. “Okay, do something else now.” Now he pointed his index finger and thumb out, placing it under his chin. He winked again, now smiling with his teeth. Then, switching to another pose; he puffed his cheeks, hands cupping his face with his lips pursed. “One more.”

He switched from a cute pose to morphing his face into an ugly one. You laughed, “Gross!” The two of you took a couple more fun pictures together.

“Wow, I’m so handsome. Look at that,” he said. You were about to reply when you saw Felix walking back up to your table.

“Okay, bad news guys. I for real didn’t plan this, but we ran out of dessert.”

“Aww, seriously?” Jisung pouted, looking up at Felix.

He hissed, rubbing Jisung’s back. “Yeah, sorry guys. I guess chocolate cheesecake is in high demand here.”

You watched Jisung frown deepen more, slightly feeling bad. “We can go out to buy some, if you want, Sung,” you offered, holding his hand. He turned his hand so that he was able to hold it properly.

Sighing, he said whilst chuckling to lighten up his mood, “Nah. This is probably a sign for us to stop eating.” He let go of your hand, much to your dismay, and faced Felix. “It’s alright, dude. Maybe next time!”

“I feel bad,” Felix muttered. “I’ll make it up to you guys next time, promise!”

“It’s okay, Lix, it’s not your fault,” you said. “We’ll just get the check now then.”

Felix reached into his apron. “Yeah, here it is,” he said, handing you the black bill holder before walking away. “Sorry, again!”

As You were reaching for your bag to grab your wallet, Jisung stopped you. “I’m paying,” he announced. You gave him a stank look before swatting his hand away.

“I can pay too, you know?”

He refuted. “No, I’m a gentleman. That means me paying for our meal is the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Equal rights.”

“My treat.”

The both of you tightly gripped onto the bill, death staring at one another. Neither were going to back down anytime soon. You stared hard at his face as he did the same.

“Okay, fine. Let’s compromise. We split the bill. Deal?”

Jisung hummed in thought. He was about to disagree until you pitched in. “I’ll let you pay a little extra?”

“Deal.”

You placed your split payment inside the bill holder and handed it to Felix. “Thanks guys, come back again soon!”

“Later, dude!”

“Bye, Lix!”

You walked out the restaurant, the bell on the door ringing as you left. You were about to take the path to your house until Jisung stopped you. “Park,” he whispered. “Let’s go to the park.”

You blinked, slightly off guard. “Okay…”

The walk to the park wasn’t too far, literally right across from the restaurant. It was a peaceful night, the cool breeze brushed past your bodies as you walked. Silence filled the air between the both of you; nothing but the wind and the sound of dirt crunching under your shoes was heard. The mood was...romantic. There was no one but the two of you in the area.

Your bodies brushed past one another every once in a while—more specifically, your hands. You wanted to say something when Jisung beat you to it. He shyly slid his hand into yours, watching you from the corner of his eyes, and smiled when you entwined your fingers together.

“Tonight was fun,” you said softly. You leaned closer to his body to rest your head on his shoulder. Jisung tightened his grip on your hand.

“Me too,” he whispered. “I just wish I can spend more time with you.”

“You see me everyday though?”

“Yeah, but like, I mean just you and me, alone; no one else. I—” he inhaled sharply. “I’m greedy, aren’t I?”

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“I want to be with you all the fucking time, Y/n. It hurts when I’m without you. I feel alive when we’re together. It’s like, I feel like my world would stop if I don’t see you.” You were stunned. You could only listen quietly to his rant.

“God, I sound so possessive, that’s not what I was trying to aim for,” he panicked. “I don’t care if you’re with the guys, or anyone else, I know you're not the type to pull shit like that; I trust you. I just—fuck, why is this so hard?”

He stopped walking all of a sudden and pulled you away from the path, leading you 7 feet into the trees. In any normal circumstance, you would’ve been terrified. However, this was Jisung—and you knew it, somewhere deep down, that he would never do anything to hurt you. He let go of your hand and faced you. “Jisung?”

His heart pounded erratically, he didn’t know if he was on the verge of getting a heart attack. He felt overwhelmed. Having you standing right in front of him felt like a dream. He took a deep inhale in hopes of calming himself down. “I meant what I said this morning.”

“Wh-wha…?”

“You’re in my mind 24/7, Y/n. Everyday, I always think about you to the point I’m starting to think I’m going insane. Every text, every call, every time we talk, my heart feels like it might pop out. I can’t focus and I don’t know what to do about it!” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Every song I’ve written was about you. Every time I look at my phone, I feel so disappointed when I don’t see a text from you.”

Jisung steps closer to you, nearly pinning you to the tree behind you. “You’re my muse, Y/n. I-I don’t really know exactly what my heart wants but all I know is that, you’re the person I want to spend my entire life with. I think…” he paused to take another deep breath. You could feel your own heart stopping, blood rushing up to your face. “I love you, Y/n!” Jisung declared loudly.

You didn’t know if the loud sound of a heart thumping was yours or his. You were stunned, happy, and scared; millions of emotions were racing within you. Not finding the proper words for yourself, you grabbed his face and kissed him. Jisung whimpered in shock, not really expecting that reaction from you. However, he quickly pulled himself together and kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You stayed like that until the burning in your chest overpowered the burn of your hearts. You both gasped heavily, taking back in the air you lost.

“You know,” your warm breath tickled his lips. “I never did take it up for the boner I gave you this morning.”

Jisung blushed, remember the embarrassment from earlier. “Yes you did? Our date is—”

“Then this is your gift.” You slowly kneeled in front of him, caressing his thighs as you went down. Jisung watched in shock.

“I—whoa. H-Here? I-in public? Y/n, that’s—”

“Do you not want this?” you looked up, wanting his confirmation. Jisung’s breath hitched, he never would’ve thought he’d be able to see you like this just yet. He bit his lip and nodded. You smiled, kissing his hip, before undoing his pants. You slowly pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees, his cock springing up and slapping his stomach. You found yourself drooling, finally seeing his cock in person.

Jisung groaned, the cool air hitting his dick. “Fuck…” You licked your lips then took him whole, catching him off guard. He moaned, his hand now gripping onto your hair. “Holy shit, Y/n!”

You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks, as you pumped whatever your mouth couldn’t take in. The man above you let out heavy breaths, trying his best not to moan so loud. That was, in fact, proven to be difficult for your mouth was just heavenly. He rested his forehead onto the tree, looking down at you. Regret filled Jisung’s chest, greeted with the erotic sight of your cheeks puffed out, his cock sliding in and out of your pretty mouth. He moaned loudly into his arm. You moved your other hand to fondle his balls, causing Jisung to buck his hip into your mouth.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned. “So good—ah! F-Feels so good, shit!” He threw his head back, covering his mouth to mask his noises. His ragged breathing sounded absolutely delicious. You took his dick halfway out of your mouth, stopping right as you felt only his tip. You sucked harshly on it, tongue swirling around it until you decided to play with his slit.

Jisung roughly pulled on your hair, moaning so loud that it almost echoed through the trees. “Y-y/n…” he whimpered. You looked up to see tears brimming his eyes. You giggled, laughing even more when the vibrations from your vocal cords hit him all in the right places.

“Feels good, baby boy?” you briefly asked, immediately going back to his cock after. He nodded, pushing his hips closer to your face, almost making you choke.

“Y-yes, m-mommy.” A wave of arousal hit your core. You could feel your juices seeping right through your panties. The nickname had you moaning, much to Jisung’s pleasure as well. “Fuck! Mommy, more!”

You continued sucking and playing with the slit on his head as you pumped his shaft with one hand and groped his ball with the other. The higher Jisung’s voice raised, you knew the closer he was.

“Close, baby boy?” you giggled. He nodded, hips no fucking into your hand.

“Yes! Oh my God, I’m so fucking close, mommy!” he stuttered. “Please! Let me cum in your mouth!”

“Such a good boy, of course I’ll let you.” You attached your mouth back into his dick, moving your head once again to bring him closer to his high.

“Holy—FUCK!” Jisung moaned, his hand back onto his mouth to control his voice. His body shook as he released his creamy essence into your mouth. Your tongue swiped across his cock to lap up the rest of his juices. His and your unstable breathing was the only thing that could be heard now. Out of courtesy, you tucked him in back into his pants and stood up.

“Wh-What about you?” he asked breathlessly. You shook your head as you patted his head.

“Nevermind about me. You’ve made me happy enough,” you grinned. “When you’re okay again, we can go back home.”

“So...Is this the part where I’m supposed to kill you?” Jisung laughed breathlessly.

The dim lights of the city were nowhere near as bright as your faces. The two of you walked, hand-in-hand, as slowly as you could, in hopes of the night never ending. But alas, the both of you had a morning class the next day. Jisung walked you all the way to your apartment door, telling you it was only for ‘safety measures’. What a liar.

“Text me when you get home, okay?” You said as you unlocked your front door. Jisung grinned, pecking the hand he held.

“Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow? Make sure you get a good night’s sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you playfully rolled your eyes. Letting go of his hand, you finally opened your door and stepped inside.

“Hey, Y/n?”

You turned around to face him. “Yeah?”

Jisung stood there with a smile wider than before. “I love you.”

You giggled cutely. “Me too,” you said as you walked back to him to kiss his lips. “Goodnight, baby boy.”

“Goodnight...mommy.” He laughed.

You rolled your eyes, “Hurry and go home already!” He turned around and started walking to the elevator, calling out one final ‘I love you!’ before he walked inside. It was painfully obvious that he was trying to act cool for you, but the bounce in his walk made him look like he was skipping gleefully. You laughed, walking back inside your apartment.

Inside the elevator, Jisung pulled out his phone to text someone.

Me: hey, minho?

when i finally get married to y/n...

please be our best man! :D

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kenmasangel · 4 years ago

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Fight ; Ushijima Wakatoshi

characters : ushijima wakatoshi, f!reader

synopsis : you and ushijima had your first real lowkey hardcore fight as a couple

genre : angst, fluff

ps : i am trying my best lol, i am new at this if you any remarks my dm's are open. hope you enjoy <3

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both you and your boyfriend, ushijima play volleyball that is actually what pulled you closer and ushi couldn't be happier

you've always enjoyed playing volleyball; it wasn't your passion and you wouldn't dedicate your life for it like ushijima but you still did your best all the time and you were pretty good

you actually were captain of the team for a while but then just decided to be a normal player

you practiced really hard; you didn't want to disappoint your boyfriend who was a great volleyball player

it really stressed you out though, especially when people would compare you or make really uncalled for remarks (this was maybe even one of the reasons you quit as a captain)

anyway these last days you haven't been feeling really good, the exams were upcoming and you wanted to keep up your excellent grades so you could attend the college of your dream

and not to make things better you had a practice match with you-don't-know-what-team and you couldn't care less

even if you were attending practice you were still kind of lacking, you wouldn't give it your all as usual and your teammates noticed that, you tried conving your coach into keeping you on the bleachers but he just wouldn't give up on you and your amazing serves

so here you were, sleep deprived, stressed out about school work and volleyball and your boyfriend didn't seem to notice anything, he would ask you times to times if anything is wrong but you would brush him off since you knew he was already preoccupied with the nationals

ushijima wasn't dumb though, he knew something was off with you but since you kept telling him not to worry he thought he would give you time unil you feel completely comfortable talking about it

he would kiss your forehead and tell you that he is here anytime

i ship you guys so bad wtf 😔

and as if the universe was against you, the day before your practice match you had an important exam, “at this point i should drop out and become a stripper” you thought to yourself as you were cramming informations into your brain

after your exam you headed to the gym to practice, you and your team stayed until late night and needless to say you only had few hours of sleep because you also had to wake up early to practice your serves, you didn't even have time to see your boyfriend so he could encourage you

you were exhausted, your brain was about to explode and your coach would still not let stay on the bleachers. the only thing positive was that ushijima sent you a good luck text message the night before

the match started, you were trying so hard to stay focused and to fall asleep; your serves were not as sharp as usual, you would miss the ball many times and the coach finally decided to change you with someone else

what you were not aware of is that ushijima and tendou came to watch the match and support you, they were weirded out at the way you were playing, it clearly was not in your habits to play that way

your team won the match but you couldn't care less, you just wanted to go home and sleep for one week straight

there were still a few people in the gym, you were getting ready to leave; you didn't even notice that the trio was coming your way

“y/n!” you heard tendou call you, “oh, hi sorry i didn't notice you were here” you replied, closing your bag “what's up?” you ask

“what's up with you? are you okay?” tendou asks, “what ?” you didn't know they saw everything, you kept staring at them until it hit you “oh, so you guys watched the match”

“yes, and what was all that about?” asked ushijima. “we can't always play well, you know” you shrugged, they were staring at you kind of shocked

“what? y/n did you see your serves ? did you see how many times you missed easy balls? it was almost as if i was watching a beginner! the team almost lost because of you” ushijima replies

“okay and ? i told the coach not to put me on the field yet he did. not my fault” you answered, it stung hearing him say that but it was true and you knew it

“thank god #8 came in, she saved the game ” he adds, what started annoying you. the last thing you wanted was to fight with your boyfriend

“good for them,” you clapped back in a cold tone what sent shivers down tendou's spine. he didn't want to get in between you two and he didn't know how to react since it was his first time seeing you like that

“you are my girlfriend, you know better! you should know this isn't only about others but the whole team! i heard people say stuff i didn't want to hear when you were playing an-” he couldn't finish when you cut him off

“ i know what people say ushijima! i know i am not dumb. and what if i am your girlfriend ? does that make me obliged to be a good volleyball player like you ? volleyball isn't my dream as far as i know i also have other dreams and other goals ushijima, but do you even care ? do you even bother asking me what i am passionate about ? and if you're ashamed of me, the so-bad volleyball player why don't you just go out with other great players ?” you snapped, what made the gym go quiet and all eyes stare at you and your boyfriend.

you gave him a last glance , took your stuff and went home

him and tendou stood there, alone now that everyone have left, still trying to comprehend what just happened, “wow, i’ve never seen y/n-chan like that” tendou broke the silence between him and ushijima. he didn’t answer tho, his mind was still replaying the fight you two had

you never fought; you guys were both mature and dealt with every situation you had to go through rationally so this fight really made ushijima tense up, something that tendou noticed

“ushijima,” tendou started as they were walking back to their dorms. “did you notice that y/n wasn’t feeling good right ?”

“hm? what?” the green eyed boy looked at him confused

“y/n is definetly not feeling good, you could tell just by looking at her face,” he stopped a moment before he continued “you can’t be oblivious to your girlfriend feeling bad, can you ?”

“look, i am not one to tell you what to do ushijima, this is your relationship but take good care of y/n before you loose her. she is a wonderful person and i know people who are just waiting for the right moment to have a chance with her,” he finished, sighing

“i don’t know what to do, we’ve never had a fight like this before and i sure don’t want to loose her,” finally stated ushijima burying his face in his hands, “i know i am lucky to have her, but you know how i suck at this relationship stuff...”

“give her time to cool down, but not too much time too. anyway goodnight” tendou pats ushijima’s shoulder before getting into his dorm

the days after you tried to keep it lowkey; you didn’t go to practice, you’d spend most of your time alone in the library or at home

your friends tried to contact you but you went on ghost mode, ushijima and the vb team too but you didn’t have enough strenght to deal with anyone not even your own parents

yet one night after everyone had finsihed practice you decided to head to the gym, you had so much frustration that you wanted to get rid off and the only thing that could help you was to hit in a ball

so here you are, at 10:30 pm serving in your highschool’s gym with all the power you had

what you didn’t know is that someone was there, watching this whole time hitting them balls with all the power you had wondering if they should come and talk to you or not

saying he missed you be an understatement, he missed your touch, the sound of your voice, your silly fights with tendou over who ushijima loved the most, the way you would hold his hand with no warning, the way you came to his practices and his teammates would all want to catch your attention. he was craving you and he couldn’t do anything but blame himself on how he lacked as a boyfriend

“man up, wakatoshi,” he opened the door yet didn’t catch your attention as you were still serving your mind obviously somewhere else

“uhm, hello?” he clumsily tries to catch your attention, which he succeeded in

you turn, kind of startled but lowkey relaxing at his sight. “hi,” looking at his face you realized how much you missed him but the fight you had was still replaying in your head. “i was leaving, i just need to clean the gym” you said shaking off your pianful thoughts

as you walked by him he held you wrist making you stop, “y/n, let’s talk it out... please” his face slowly turning around, your eyes meeting his

he was right, you couldn’t just ghost everyone for the rest of the year, you just nodded and looked away

still holding your hand he took you to sit on a bench, facing each other. both of you wondering what will come out of this conversation

“y/n, i miss you, i was a horrible boyfriend i should’ve noticed how bad you were doing and comfort you instead of being a total douchebag, it’s just that...” he stopped for a while, thinking of the right words to say. “i just want the best for you, and i should’ve known vb isn’t your dream but i know how much potential you have and i just want the best for you.”

you couldn’t help but soften and the bluntness of your boyfriend, you knew he was genuine

“i don’t want to loose you y/n, and i promise to do my best to be a better boyfriend. please accept my apology,” you couldn’t help but breakdown infront of him

that’s it, you reached your peak and here you were sobbing in your boyfriend’s arms who was rubbing your back, trying to comfort you

he sure was taken aback when he saw you crying like that, he had never seen you like that and he never dealt with this type of situation but somehow he knew you needed to let everything out

he kissed the top of your head, whispering things like “everything is gonna be fine”

“i just got so stressed out, volleyball, academics, relationships... and i wanted to be the best but i couldn’t handle this much pressure and i should’ve told you how i felt but i bottled up thinking i could handle it,” you managed to say between your sobs. “ i love you too and i don’t want to loose you toshi,” he hugged you tighter after this sentence

“it’s alright love, i should’ve been here for you that’s the point of being together, it’s to lift a certain weight on each other,” he cupped your face in his big hands, wiping your tears, “no more secrets now, we’re here for each other,” you nod and he gently presses his lips against yours

“i love you, and i am here for you, please stop crying i hate to see my s/o this way especially when i suck at comforting you,” he made you chuckle

you’ve never seen this side of ushijima, you knew he was trying his best right now, but you were glad you saw it today; it proved that he really loved you and you felt happy to have him by your side

“i love you too, toshi,” you hugged him tight and he kissed your forehead

both of you feeling relieved to know that your relationship was strong enough and you’d be able to count on each other and go through anything by each other’s side

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hotchseyebrows · 4 years ago

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thoughtfulness in little things

a derek morgan x penelope garcia fic

a/n: can you believe that is my first ever full length morcia fic? me? resident morcia nut? wow. what a world. anyway!! i hope yall like this (and if you noticed it was already on ao3 earlier today shhh this is a scheduled tumblr post im Sleeping rn) and hopefully i dont take 4 months in between posting fics again, but i make no promises!!! my brain is Evil

thank you @blkantigone for being my beta and thank you @derekmorqan for letting me barf 1k of this in our dms a while back, i love you both sm

they do kiss a fair bit in this (it is, in fact, a first kiss fic) and its a little steamy, but by no means explicit and is rated teens and up on ao3 :)

read it here on ao3!!

Penelope splutters. “Sugar, you don’t have to stay here with me, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to party when my best girl is stuck at work?”

Everything changes during a late night in Penelope's batcave. But really, nothing changes at all.

word count: 3000

Friday nights without a case are a rare treasure for SSA Hotchner’s highly sought after team of profilers. Normally, Derek and Penelope would be taking advantage of the freedom by dancing all night, but sometimes the universe has other plans.

Penelope used this week’s case-free time to put the finishing touches on an antivirus and security software of her own creation. The personal information of her beloved BAU babies was a hot commodity well worth the additional protection, and she’s always looking for a reason to fiddle with Quantico’s servers. It ended up being a whole production, taking the entire afternoon and then some. Apparently, she still doesn’t have all of the permissions required to make certain adjustments which means that she’s fiddling and bending her way into all of the things she needs to do. If that wasn’t bad enough, the whole damn thing crashed around 4:00. She managed not to pull her hair out, but it was a close thing and it set her back at least an extra hour.

Derek stops by a little after 5, his jacket slung over his shoulder. “Baby girl, I can hear the bottles of DC’s finest vodka and Hennessy calling our names, are you almost ready to leave for the day?” He pauses in the door, taking in her furious typing and furrowed brow. “Whoa, Mama, what’s the matter? You’ve got Hotch’s eyebrows.”

She throws her arms up. “The entirety of the FBI and also the world is getting on my nerves!” He walks over to her, leaning on the side of her chair and turning her away from her monitor. His hands gently grab both of hers and he rubs a soothing circle with one of his thumbs.

“Explain, baby girl.”

She does, eventually just ranting and raving about how annoying it is to still be put in metaphorical handcuffs by the FBI as if she can’t just do what she wants anyway. “I’m not even breaking any rules, technically, they’re just making things annoying and long winded.” She sighs, moving her hands to interlock their fingers. “But now that it’s started, it would be doubly annoying to stop it and come back later. So I’m stuck here until it’s done, which might take a while.”

He nods, thinking. Then he straightens up, grabs the extra rolling chair, and sits down.

Penelope splutters. “Sugar, you don’t have to stay here with me, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to party when my best girl is stuck at work?” She blushes, turning away to hide it on instinct.

“You cheeseball.” She spins around to lightly push on his arm. He just smiles.

They sit together for 20 minutes in relative silence as she continues her work. It’s a comfortable silence; his occasional humming soothes her rising annoyance at how needlessly long this is taking. She can hear him playing with one of the fidget toys she keeps on her desk behind him. When she gets to another point of sitting and waiting, she turns towards him and asks him about his day. He tells her about how Prentiss helped him get Reid back for a prank by distracting him in the break room while he switched out the keyboard of Reid’s computer with an identical one with a grass garden planted inside. “It’s a long con for sure, but I’m hoping it sprouts this weekend.”

She laughs. “How long did it take you to set this up, dumpling?” She already knows the answer, but it’s nice to see his slightly sheepish but proud look about his dedication to his prank war. Her computer beeps at her, and she spins back around to begin working again.

He rolls closer, avoiding her question and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You getting hungry yet?”

She relaxes, leaning against him. As if on cue, her stomach grumbles. “Yes, I’d say so.”

He leans over and moves a strand of hair out of her face. “Okay baby girl, I’ll go grab us food and be right back.” She nods, lifting her cheek on instinct to meet the kiss she knows is coming. He stands and sure enough, leans down to kiss her cheek. “I’ll be quick. Be good.”

“How can I do anything else if you’re not here?” She bats her eyes up at him.

He grins. “Oh, I’m sure you’d think of something.” He brushes his knuckles against her cheek. It makes her shiver.

She watches him leave, catching the kiss he blows at her from the door. Turning back to focus on her work, it feels like she blinks and he’s back. A glance at the clock tells her it’s been over a half hour. He puts the bag of food onto the table before coming to pull her away from the computer.

“One minute, I promise, I’m so close to just letting this thing run for a little.” He twirls her hair around his fingers before dropping his hands onto her shoulders, rubbing away the tension. A minute and a half later, she leans back in her chair with a sigh. She tilts her head back and sticks her tongue out at him. He smiles at her.

"Come eat, baby girl. Don't think you're getting out of eating my hard won dinner." He moves to the table and pulls out her chair. She follows and sits.

"Hard won — mon cher, you didn't tackle a wild animal and lug it home to our log cabin in the woods, you drove your car 20 minutes."

He kisses her temple, handing her a pair of chopsticks. "Yeah, but I would lug home whatever you needed anytime, so the sentiment is the same."

She smiles and knocks their feet together under the table lightly. He moves his chair, so they are sitting right next to each other on the same side of the table. The heat from his arm is palpable.

Derek grabs a box from the bag and splits the vegan pad thai within onto two paper plates. He opens the box of spring rolls and places it in between them while she places napkins in front of them both. He pops the cap off of her bottle of lemonade without her asking, and sets that in front of her too. “Thank you, handsome.” He smiles in response. They start eating and the comfortable silence returns.

She talks him through what she still needs to do to fix everything in between bites, even though she knows he doesn't really understand her technobabble. But Penelope can feel his eyes on her, and without looking, she somehow knows that something has shifted in the air around them.

"What?" she asks, turning her attention away from gesturing at her computer with the chopsticks. "Do I have something on my face?"

He chuckles. "Actually, yes, c'mere." He brushes away a stray spot of sauce on the corner of her lips with a gentle swipe of his thumb. The rest of his hand stills on her cheek. She shivers. She can see him notice it, his attention focusing in on her. Penelope's blood is thundering in her ears as he glances in between her lips and her eyes.

She leans purposefully into his hand. His thumb brushes over her lips again and her mouth falls open a little.

"Penelope, I-" he cuts himself off with a hard swallow. "Penelope." His eyes flicker down to her lips and back up to her eyes quickly again.

She can only blink at him for a moment. "Yes, Derek?"

"I don't kn- um. Can I-" She's never seen him flustered and unsure like this. But they've never been out of sync before and they aren't about to start now, so she nods, bringing up a hand to rest on his. A smile grows on his face before he starts to lean in. His hand slides along her cheek to more firmly grip her face- it makes her gasp.

He pauses, thinking something is wrong. "Penelope, are y-" Her heart swells at how careful he is to take care of her always, and she meets him in the middle, pressing their lips together in a soft, purposeful kiss.

For a moment, all is still. The world boils down to just the place where their lips are touching. Their lips barely brush against one another, but already Penelope feels light headed. Derek separates their lips for a moment before kissing her again, a firmer touch this time. She sucks in a breath through her nose. His lips are incredibly kind- that’s the only word for it. He doesn’t seem to know the word “take” right now because all she can feel from him is “give.” As he presses into the kiss and gently cups the side of her face, her brain wildly spins through thoughts about how of course he’s like this even when kissing her and how good he smells and how she can’t believe they haven’t done this sooner.

He draws her closer against him, pressing into the kiss more insistently before bringing his other hand up to her face and holding her. His fingers move to cup the sides of her neck and she tilts her head to the left a touch, letting her mouth fall open in a sigh. He makes a soft noise before tentatively sliding their tongues together. A full body shiver runs down her spine and through her limbs. Another small noise falls from the back of his throat. Her stomach swoops like they've just dropped down the side of a huge arch in a roller coaster. She places both hands on his chest, pressing forward. He moves with her, chair squeaking underneath him as he presses closer, one arm snaking around her back. Penelope’s heart pounds even louder. His tongue is gentle even in its insistence as their kiss turns slightly desperate.

It feels like someone has lit a fire underneath Penelope’s chair, warmth washing over her whole body and radiating out from everywhere they touch. One of his hands tangles into her hair as he gently tilts her head back. If she wasn’t sitting her knees would have buckled so long ago, but now she would absolutely be on the floor. It’s no surprise that Derek Morgan is an incredible kisser, but knowing something and knowing something is so different.

He pulls back, letting their foreheads rest together. Her eyes stay closed, tingles radiating from everywhere his fingers are tenderly holding her face. She tightens her grip on his shirt. He kisses the tip of her nose. "You still with me, baby girl?"

She nods, breathless. She slowly opens her eyes and smiles at him. "Hi." It's the first thing she thinks to say.

He laughs. "Hey you."

She has so many questions- how long have you wanted to do that, can we do that again right now, can we do so much more right now, right here- but before she can ask any of them, her computer beeps loudly. "Oh!" She jumps at the sudden noise. He drops his hands and leans back, looking far too much like the cat who got the cream. "I should- right, I should deal with that," she says, standing on shaky legs. Heels were never so precarious. Of course, there is no hiding from a profiler.

He grins up at her. "Need some assistance?" His eyes are shining like he's hiding a joke. She scrunches her nose at him, biting back a smile.

"Oh, hush you. I’m perfectly capable of walking 3 feet, thank you very much." Her tenacity is a little undercut from the way her hands are trembling a little as she smooths her skirt, but still. The point remains.

He raises his hands in surrender. "Alright baby girl, go on then."

She walks over to her computer and stays standing to fiddle with the wires behind it before bending over at the keyboard and reading the report on the screen. "It shouldn't be much longer now, it just needs to run the last new anti-virus- what?" He's leaning back in his seat and staring at her, a small smile dancing on his lips.

"What, Mama?" But he knows what, clearly evident from the way he is trying to school his expression into something innocent.

She blushes. "Derek Morgan, I don't know what I'm going to do if you keep looking at me like that."

"Oh, I don't know. I might have some ideas."

She sucks in a sharp inhale through her nose. Playing nonchalant, she turns back to her computer. "Well, I might have to hear your ideas out."

"Yeah?"

She glances at him out of the corner of her eye and he's grinning.

"Yeah." she says, not trusting what will come out of her mouth if she elaborates (probably something along the lines of “I’d listen to all your ideas, do your ideas include any semblance of forever, if you keep grinning like that I'm gonna lock the door and do something reckless”).

They sit in relative silence, just the sounds of her typing filling the room. When she finishes, she spins her chair around. "Hi," she says again.

"Hi baby," he responds.

Her fingers twist and curl the hem of her skirt. "So, uh, well, that's gonna take at least another 30 minutes to finish running."

He raises one eyebrow. "30 minutes, huh?"

She nods. "Might be a good time for some of those ideas."

He stands and walks across the room to her. She takes his offered hand and stands as well. They stay there, inches apart and holding hands as the charged atmosphere around them seems to crackle. In the same breath, they lean in to kiss again. Both of her arms wrap around his neck as he tucks his around her waist. He pulls her against him, fully pressed together as the soft kiss deepens into something heated and desperate.

He bites her bottom lip gently before the kiss turns open mouthed and slick. She arches against him as they slide into a slow rhythm. She feels fluttery, like his arms are the only anchor point in the whole world and if he let her go, she’d simply float away. He tastes like lemonade, sweet and alive. She hums as he tracks his hands in a slow circle at the base of her spine. Her knees really do buckle a little as he attempts to tug her closer, but he holds her steady. She rests a hand on his cheek and grounds herself by using the other to grip the back of his neck. She’s utterly swallowed up by him, his arms and his mouth and just him surrounding her in their own little cocoon. He separates their mouths to kiss across her jaw and down her neck, hands flattening on her back. He places a line of long kisses down to the crook of her neck. She lets out a sigh, letting her head fall to the side to give him more room. He sinks his teeth into the same spot lightly, and she shudders.

"Derek," she whispers. She can feel his smile against his skin as he kisses the same place again.

They slow to a stop, tucked against each other. He rests his face against her neck and mumbles something against her skin. "Hmm honey?" she says, hand rubbing a circle on the nape of his neck.

"I got us that Talenti ice cream you like," he says, only moving enough to be heard. “Chocolate peanut butter cup, and the color changing spoons are still in the break room.”

"Oh Der, that's so sweet, you didn't have to do all of that." Her heart skips a beat.

He shrugs, kissing the side of her neck. "I wanted to."

She is half tempted to haul him in for another kiss, but as if on cue, her stomach grumbles. He picks his head up and smiles at her. "Come eat now," he says before giving her another quick peck.

She lets him pull her to the table, but before they sit, she pulls him in again. He chuckles into the kiss. "Eat, you menace." He mumbles against her lips. Pulling back, he plants a kiss on the apple of her cheek as he guides her into her seat.

She bites a retort about how she was trying to but he sees it on her face anyway.

"Later, baby girl. Dinner first."

“Then dessert?” She tilts her head and gives him a flirty smile.

He runs his thumb along her bottom lip. “All the dessert you want, Penelope.”

Much the same as before, they eat in comfortable silence. Except this time he rests a hand on her thigh, and traces a slow lazy circle with his thumb. The conversation picks back up and turns to unrelated things. Derek muses about possible retaliations from Spencer once he notices his new desk plants as he casually offers her a bite from his plate. She takes it, humming.

Something Penelope did not realize had lost its footing resettles in her chest. Nothing is different, not in any way that would scare her or be a loss. They are just the same as they've always been, but also more. (Though she'd be hard pressed to think of a time when this wasn't the way they were. Maybe things are just being unveiled, not changed.)

When they finish eating, he goes to get the ice cream and two of the fun spoons from the break room. They split the pint and laugh far too loudly for how late it is. The computer beeps for a final time, software finally fully uploaded and settled. She still has to run tests and double check that everything is working, but that can wait. Derek offers her a bite of ice cream, and if he kisses her again to remove the ice cream from her bottom lip, she can't say she minds.

#morcia #derek morgan #penelope garcia #cm #cj.txt #cjs fic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds

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darklydeliciousdesires · 3 years ago

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Verboten - Chapter Eleven.

Update is a day early this week, guys! I’m at a wedding all day tomorrow and won’t have time on Friday, so enjoy :)

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“How many hours now?”

“Five.”

“My arse is starting to go to sleep.”

“I wish you’d fuckin’ go to sleep!”

“Can’t leave you guys to snatch up all the glory if I’m asleep when we swoop, can I?”

“We ain’t gonna be swooping anytime soon, I don’t think. He doesn’t usually move until well after 1am.”

Tyler and Jimmy had been sitting in the same unmarked Audi up the street from a known drug dealer in downtown Brisbane for the last five hours, the latter considerably less comfortable with the situation than the former. Being a former military man, Tyler knew how to bide his time well. Constable James Broadhurst, however, was a different matter entirely.

“30434, what’s the latest from your position? And is Jimmy still driving you mental? Over.” Came the voice of fellow senior constable, Ryan Atkins from his radio.

“30434, all quiet from here. How about round the back, Ry, anything notable? And yeah, he is. Wishing I could slip some ketamine in his water bottle or something, knock him out for a few hours. Over.”

The laughter of Ryan as well as the officer with him in a second concealed position echoed over the radio, Jimmy pulling a disgruntled face while opening a large bag of crisps. It was confirmed that the back entrance to the apartment block was all quiet, just the usual comings and goings from other residents and nothing notable.

Currently, there were four separate cars, three uniformed officers and one vehicle containing the plain clothed detectives overseeing the bust, waiting to roar into life and swoop upon the man within the building they were staking out, whom they had it on good authority would be dealing a very large amount of heroin on that particular night. A fire fight was expected, hence the heavy police presence.

“Crisp?”

“Nah mate, I’m good. Don’t get crumbs everywhere though or Alan will put pepper spray in your coffee again.” Alan was Seargeant Alan Bilston, their immediate superior, who expected all cars to be returned in the state they’d left the station in, and who also liked to torture Jimmy at whatever opportunity he got.

Jimmy shuddered at the thought, remembering well taking a sip and nearly choking, much to the delight of his commanding Seargeant. “That man isn’t right. He has a sadistic streak.”

“You do bring it on yourself most of the time.” Tyler was quick to point out, his cohort snorting and huffing through a mouthful of crispy fried potato.

He was quiet then other than his chewing, Tyler glad of the peace. Jimmy was a great guy, but perhaps not the best to be stuck in a car with for anything up to eight hours, as it looked very much like they would be that night. Not only was he more used to having to have such patience, though, Tyler did have an added advantage of a welcome distraction every so often.

‘I’m in the bath, relaxing. I can’t believe I did fourteen hours today. Fourteen! Are you still in the car?’

‘You’ve earned it. Was it that company who were a pain in the arse about the plan you drew up for them again? And yeah, I am, so my replies might be slow as I can’t look at my phone too much. Gotta be ready to move in at a moment’s notice.’

‘Understandable, and yeah, it was!’

‘Might have known it. I’d like to visit their offices and tell them what wankers they are for not trusting your financial projections for the rate they’re spending. If they do go bankrupt then you can’t say you didn’t warn them.’

‘Nope, they’ve been advised accordingly. I can tell them how to spend and how not to, but I can’t force them into doing it. Miss you, by the way.’

‘Miss you too, baby.’

Gradually, there had been much more affection arising between them, their text message chats not solely centred around sex. When one was having a bad day, the other would be the first they’d text, or just simple messages to see what they were up do, funny memes from the Internet, jokes, anything they considered share worthy.

However, the sexy tests still existed, of course.

‘So, if you’re done at any point before 1am, I think you should drop in for a quickie. I’m absolutely burning for you!’

‘Babe, you have something wrong with you, I swear. I fucked you for three hours last night!’

‘And? You know I can never get enough of that perfect dick. Don’t try and pretend you’re not insatiable either! I bet you’re thinking of all kinds of filth you wish you were doing to me right now.’

‘Of course. Mainly all revolving around me fucking you with my tongue. I miss that pretty little pussy.’

‘I’d be sitting on your face, then, because I really wish I was giving you a blowjob right now, so it’d have to be a sixty-nine. And you’d be spanking me at the same time.’

Grumbling, he returned his phone to his pocket, calming down again after feeling his arousal begin to stir. He received another message not long after, but ignored it to focus on the task in hand. Another hour with no movement passed, Tyler quickly checking his phone again.

‘Thought this might cheer you up if you’re bored.’

‘Blimey, I’m a lucky fella.’ He thought, viewing the picture of Zoey in a set of dark, leopard print underwear, looking utter mouth-watering.

“Is Ella still up?” Jimmy suddenly asked at his side.

“Why’d you ask?”

“Because you keep texting someone and grinning, so I figured the missus.”

“Nah, she’s likely in bed.”

“So, who you chatting to?”

“Will you stop fuckin’ bugging me?”

In his haste to put his phone away, it slipped from his grasp, landing in Jimmy’s footwell, his friend reaching to pick it up before he could reach for it. Closing his eyes, he prepared for it, a cold feeling of dread spreading over him. He didn’t want anyone else to know.

Picking up the phone, Jimmy couldn’t help but notice the scantily clad picture, first thinking it was Ella and how damn lucky Tyler was, still receiving hot lingerie pictures from his wife after ten years of marriage, until he noticed that it wasn’t.

“Mate, that’s Zoey! What the actual hell?” He exclaimed, Tyler snatching his phone back, shaking his head. “Well?”

“Do I have to spell it out?”

“You’re...what? Nah, man. I mean...” He floundered, unable to believe what he was hearing from his friend. “You’re shagging your sister-in-law? Your drop-dead gorgeous sister-in-law? Behind the back of the drop-dead gorgeous wife?”

He sighed, feeling like shit. “Yeah.”

“Fucking hell!”

“I know.”

Clamouring, Jimmy couldn’t find the words. “Fucking hell, Tyler!”

“Yes, I know! I’m a shit of a husband, having an affair with my wife’s sister.”

“Yeah, that does make you a dog, pretty much. But hell, you’re bangin’ two of the fucking hottest women I’ve ever seen, man! Lucky fucker.”

“One, and I’m not lucky. Not in the slightest with the mess I’ve fuckin’ got myself into, Jimmy. This ain’t cause for celebration.”

“What do you mean, one?” A pertinent question, he thought.

Sighing again, he succinctly explained things, Jimmy listening while they continued to view the apartment ahead.

“I think the most obvious thing I have to ask here is thus; why the hell are you still with Ella when it’s more than obvious you really don’t want to be, or, and I have another theory, but it requires bluntness.”

“Be blunt, mate,” Tyler urged, opening the centre console when he’d stashed an apple, taking a big bite.

“It sounds like Ella doesn’t want to be with you any longer, but doesn’t really know how to walk away from the security of her marriage, maybe doesn’t wanna break up the family either.”

He’d honestly never thought of it like that before. It made perfect sense, though. “You have a point, one that could very well be quite valid. Maybe she does want out but isn’t sure of a life away from what she’s known for the last ten years. I dunno, though. I can’t speak for her.”

“And what about you? Because you can’t go on with this kind of duality, wife at home, mistress on the side. What do you want? I mean, is this thing you have with Zoey just a casual fling, or is she worth leaving Ella for?”

There it was, the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question.

“This is where I’m torn. If Ella actually came correct and told me what the hell was wrong and admitted she wanted to try and work on our marriage, I’d put an end to things with Zoey. Except, that’d be tough. I can’t deny I’ve developed feelings for her,” he confessed, Jimmy’s eyes widening.

“What, you’re in love with her?”

“Nah, not love. But I think a great deal of her. She makes me happier than her sister does right now.”

“You’ve got a lot of thinking to do there, buddy. I’d say I don’t envy you, but you’re banging Zoey so I really kinda do! That chick is insanely hot.”

“Right?”

“So... come on, you gotta give me something here!” All sensible chatter was at a close, he guessed.

Tyler knew exactly what he was fishing for. “Fuck off, Jimmy.”

“Oh, come on! Is she a freak? She seems like a freak.” For that, he received a clenched fist to the chest, Jimmy doubling over with a grunt.

“Yeah, she absolutely is. But that’s all you’re getting, you perv.”

“I fucking hate you, bro! I was gonna ask her out, next time I was out and she was around! I might still, you know.” The way Tyler looked at him conveyed a lot, perhaps more than the big man at his side was truly willing to acknowledge, or even admit to himself, Jimmy thought, grinning in a way to indicate he was joking.

That night, they finally made their move forty minutes later, all suspect parties swooped upon efficiently and arrested, Tyler arriving home at close to 2am. He’d would have liked to stop off at Zoey’s, if nothing but to lie there cuddling her for a little while, but it was too late and he wasn’t prepared to wake her.

Sliding into bed quietly next to Ella, he had to ponder upon what that meant, that he’d just identified that he wanted to visit Zoey for something other than the purpose of their affair. It meant something he didn’t want to deal with yet, because if he did, he had to think on the consequences, if he left his wife for her sister, if what they had came out in the open, for everyone to scrutinise. It’d tear apart her relationship with her sisters, who were all she had of family.

‘Maybe you should have thought about this seven weeks ago, before you started piledriving her on a regular basis, you fuckin’ idiot.’

However, if he continued and someone found them out, it’d fear the family apart anyway. It was such a mess he’d got himself into, it truly was. Jimmy didn’t have a clue, envying him. Nothing about this was enviable. Whatever he decided, something would inevitably blow up, people would get hurt and life would never be the same again, all because he gave into a sexual connection he should have tried harder to fight.

Could have, would have, should have.

Sighing, he turned over, his tired eyelids fluttering shut for forty minutes, until Lani’s cries woke him up.

“You stay here, I’ll go. You’ve had less sleep than me.” Ella spoke, pressing her hand into his chest to halt him when he made a move to get up. Consideration. That made a change. Where there was no change though was her coolness towards, him, Tyler now no longer trying to even engage her. He was only back in the bedroom because the kids began asking too many questions, not for any other reason at all. He didn’t even bother kissing her goodbye whenever he left the house any longer, there was no point. She only pulled away or offered her cheek. It was useless.

Now, the woman he did receive kisses from...

“You look so pretty,” he told Zoey that evening, when he should have been at the gym, but instead, obviously, had made plans to see her instead. She hadn’t changed out of her work clothes yet, only arriving home half an hour before he got there, still in her wide leg grey trousers, a silk and lace camisole and her eyes made up dark, her hazel irises glittering out from the deep bronze shadow.

“Thank you. Fuck, I’m so tired.” Bending, he lifted her into his arms, kicking off his shoes and heading over to the couch, lying down with her atop him.

“Better?”

“Much. Sorry if I’m like having sex with a dead yak tonight, I’m absolutely knackered!” Yawning right on cue, she stretched and then leaned in for a kiss, Tyler tightening his arms around her.

“We don’t have to, you know. I’m happy to just settle for this, tiny.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? I’ve missed you.” Giving her a little nuzzle, Zoey smiled and curled into him more, exchanging kisses while he stroked her softly. It was lovely. She’d felt it creeping in for a while at that point, them acting less like it was just sex bonding them and more like, dare she even think it, but almost like they were dating.

A little voice sounded in the back of her mind then, one she tried to ignore as they lay there lost in sweet kisses, one that told her not to invest too much. After all, he was still married and she knew that if Ella did ever come round, his priority would be to making things work with her. His commitment was to his wife, not her.

That night, after they’d lay there talking and she’d gotten ready for bed, he stayed with her until she fell asleep, stroking her hair and smiling down at her.

“Sleep well, beautiful. Fuck, I hate leaving you.” He kissed her head softly before letting himself out, going home to gladly turn in.

“How was your work out?” Ella asked as he climbed into bed.

“Good, thanks.”

“G’night.”

He didn’t even know why she was asking. She didn’t care any longer, and if he was honest, neither did he. The difference between the woman he’d left and the one he’d returned home to couldn’t have been starker.

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