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pastelspoon31 · 10 months ago

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Chapter 8: What a nice neighbour! (Older!König x Younger!Reader) - NSFW

tw: age gap (early 20s reader, AT LEAST mid-40s König), manipulation, non-con, somnophilia, drugging, gullible reader :(, a little bit of pseudo-incest, pretty much dead dove, do not watch movies with König.

A/N: This was the product of an insane period of brainrot when I was supposed to be studying for my exams.

Chapter 7 | Chapter 8| Masterlist

Your head felt fuzzy from the wine that you just consumed.

It didn’t even make sense; you just had one glass!

You really had been trying to reduce your alcohol intake after you kept passing out at König's place almost every night of the week. Your alcohol tolerance must've plummeted from the stress of your assignments or something because these days you could barely have a glass without feeling dizzy.

But it wasn't enough to make you fall asleep yet, and so you found yourself sitting on König's lap, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

"Feeling dizzy, hase?" His smirk was hidden behind your shoulder.

"No.. Not really.." You muttered, a bit embarrassed at how quickly you were affected.

"Really? How odd." He mused, and his hands wandered to your front, gently tugging at the buttons on your blouse.

Your fuzzy head lolled over in his chest, whining softly.

It's okay, though. You won't remember anything.. Like always.

"Ah, liebling.. Pay attention to the movie. You picked it, remember?"

"I'm sorry.."

"Don't apologize, hase." He whispered and kissed your head, his hands unbuttoning your blouse and sliding it off your shoulders. His fingers expertly removed your breasts from the cups of your bra, and massaged the plump mounds of flesh.

"M-mhm.." You whined.

"Shh.. Pay attention to the movie, liebling. We're almost at the best part,"

König rolled a perky bud between his fingers, and pulled and tugged gently on the sensitive buds, earning small moanafter moan from your plump lips.

"König.." You mumbled, feeling him rub his erection against your clothed crotch.

"Mmm.. Yes, liebling?" He was pretending that he was unaffected by his touches.

"Ngh, mm.."

"You're getting distracted, hase." He whispered in your ear, his hands continuing to touch and tease you, making you squirm. "You're making me watch the movie with you, the least you could do is pay attention, ja?"

"Y-yes, König.."

He smirked to himself.

"Good girl.."

König's fingers traced circles around your nipples, making you arch into his touch. His behaviour was stoic and calm, as if he wasn't touching you inappropriately.

"König.." You mumbled, turning your head and pressing a kiss to his neck. His fingers pinched your nipples, as if warningyou.

"Shh.. Watch the movie, hase. Don't distract me." He hummed.

"B-but.."

"I told you, liebling, watch the movie." His eyes didn't even leave the screen as they inched closer go your soaked panties.

"N-no.." You whined, trying to push his hand away. He tutted you and swatted your hands.

"Now, hase. You've had too much alcohol, I won't have you misbehaving. Watch the movie, ja? It'll help with the dizziness."

"B-but-"

"No 'buts', hase. Now, watch the movie, ja?" He pulled you even closer onto his lap.

"You're not listening to me, are you, hase?" He tutted, his fingers tugging your underwear down.

"K-König.."

"Shhh.." His middle finger pushed past your wet lips, rubbing your clit.

"Watch the movie."

His other hand came up and covered your mouth, muffling the noises that you were making.

Your thoughts were all over the place, phasing between a dreamlike state and lucid, your eyes barely focusing on the movie, your senses only focused on the man behind you.

"Ah, look! They found the bomb. Finally.." He commented nonchalantly on the movie as he was pinching your clit between his fingers.

"Mm, ngh, mm!" You tried to speak against his hand.

"Hm? Are you okay, liebling? Did something happen?" He cooed, his fingers now pushing into your cunt.

"Is your head hurting, hase? Or did you get scared by the loud explosions?" He continued to ask questions, his fingers fucking into your tight, wet cunny.

Your head lolled over his shoulder, a whine leaving your lips.

"König.." You whispered softly.

"You shouldn't be drinking too much, liebling. It makes you all dizzy and unfocused.." He tutted you, and continued to rub your clit, making you squirm.

"You should have a little more control." He started spanking the exposed bud, making you whine loudly.

"Mmph.."

"Now keep quiet, hase. I'm trying to watch the movie."

He continued his ministrations, his hand still covering your mouth.

"Shh.."

"Are you feeling dizzy, hase?"

You nodded weakly.

"Poor thing.." He tutted, and spanked your clit, earning a squeak.

"It's alright, hase.. Just focus on the movie, ja?" He murmured, his hand still rubbing and teasing your pussy, "Just a little longer and then you can rest, liebling."

He kissed the side of your head and kept you close, his fingers continuing to pleasure you.

"Such a fussy girl.." He murmured and moved his fingers faster.

"Look, they're about to diffuse the bomb."

He removed his hand from your mouth and let you breathe, his hand going back to covering it.

"Ah, ah, ah.. Look at the movie, hase.."

Your cunt clenched around his digits, your eyes barely focusing on the movie.

"Mm, König.."

"You can do it, hase. You can't even last a few minutes of the movie?"

"Focus, liebling.."

"K-König.."

"Watch the movie, liebling. Just watch the movie.."

"A-ah!" You let out a small moan, his fingers pushing deeper inside of your needy cunny, fucking the soft slick flesh.

"You're getting distracted.."

"Ngh.."

"So rude of you to fall asleep, hase. Pay attention." He was still rubbing your clit with his thumb, making you whine. "If this is how you're gonna behave then I'm skipping out on your movie nights after this.." He murmured.

"M-Mm.."

"You should be thanking me for watching this garbage, liebling. The least you can do is show a little respect." His tone was condescending. The movie wasn't even that bad honestly, but he enjoyed watching the guilt wash over you.

"M'sorry.. M'so sorry-" You were sobbing lightly as your head leaned back.

"Shh, shh.." He cooed and held you close, his fingers not relenting.

"I know, hase. But it's not good to fall asleep during the movie, ja? You can't just leave me alone with the scary explosions." He chuckled and continued his ministrations.

"M'sorry.. Please.."

"Ah, don't worry, hase. You won't remember," He chuckled, "And I won't mind.." He murmured.

"Now be a good girl and try for me, ja? Look at the screen for me, hase." He rubbed your clit faster.

"A-ah, mm!"

"There we go.." He smiled and kept rubbing, feeling the slick juices gush over his fingers.

You watched the screen with tear filled eyes as his fingers continued to pleasure you, his pace becoming faster. The sobswere escaping your throat, your mind not focusing on anything except the sensations that you were feeling.

"Oh, look, hase. You're just in time for the climax." He chuckled as he gestured to the TV. "They're just about to stop the bomb,"

"K-König!"

"What's wrong, hase? Do you feel sick? Do you want to throw up?" He chuckled as he heard you cry.

"König, I-I'm cumming-!"

"Oh, no, no, liebling." He smirked, his fingers stopping. "We're not at the climax yet. You can't come until the movie is over, ja?

"P-please.."

"Come on, hase." He pinched your clit again, making you squeak. "You can do it."

You sobbed louder, his fingers pushing deeper into your wet cunt.

"You're such a whiny, fussy girl. So ungrateful for me, hm?"

"Ngh, K-König-!"

"Shh, shh, shh."

He chuckled and resumed his pace, his fingers fucking into you faster. It was too much for your body to handle.

"You're getting distracted, hase. Pay attention, ja?"

"Please, please, König, I-!"

"The movie will be over in a minute, hase-" His words were distracted by a strangled moan that escaped his lips, feeling you clench around his digits, a loud whimper following suit.

"Oh, hase.."

"K-König-! Ah!" You were sobbing as you came all over his fingers, his movements not ceasing, making your overstimulated cunt convulse and clench, a squelching noise filling the room.

"Good girl.." He cooed, "Such a good, sweet girl~"

Your body immediately went limp against him, your breath heavy and uneven.

"König.." You managed to say between whimpers, eyes fluttering close- König's ‘wine’ finally having an effect on your system entirely.

"Liebling, you did so well.. So proud of you." He murmured as he removed his fingers, watching your juices dribble out.He chuckled as he shifted your now unconscious body on the couch, opening your legs and pulling your panties down.

"Oh, liebling.." He sighed, and shook his head.

"This will have to be taken care of." He tutted and pushed two fingers into your abused cunt, his other hand unbuckling his pants.

"So much work.." He tsked and pulled out his cock, the tip dripping with precum. He positioned himself in front of your cunt, his cock resting against the wet lips.

"I should at least be rewarded for my efforts.."

He pushed in, the girth of his cock stretching your tight walls, a long sigh leaving his lips.

"Mm, you're always so tight, liebling.." He murmured, his hands gripping onto your hips, pulling out slightly and pushing back in, slowly.

"Hnn.. Hase.."

His fingers dug into your hips as he started to fuck you, his cock thrusting in and out.

"Ah.. So wet.."

"You did a wonderful job, liebling. I'm very proud of you.." He groaned as his hips slapped against yours, the lewd sound of your mixed fluids being the only noise in the living room.

"I hope that this was a good enough lesson, liebling.."

His hands held onto you tightly, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Ah, liebling-! Mmm-!"

He came inside of you, a loud moan leaving his lips as his hips bucked forward. His seed filled your womb, coating the walls with thick white.

"Oh, hase.."

He breathed heavily as he looked at you, smiling softly.

"Liebling.. How can you be so beautiful even when you're passed out drunk? It's so unfair." He sighed and pulled out, his cum dribbling out of your pussy, the excess falling onto the sofa.

"Mm, what a mess you've made, hase.." He murmured and wiped the sticky fluid from your cunt with his thumb, his eyes half lidded as he examined the mess.

"It's a shame, really. I had to clean you up all by myself again.." He tutted, "How selfish of you, liebling.."

He smiled as he saw you stir awake.

"Awake already, hase?"

"König.." You mumbled.

"Mhm?"

"What happened..?"

"Oh, you were just a little bit tired, hase.” He kissed your forehead affectionately. "It's okay, you can go back to sleep."

You happily obliged.

#call of duty #neighbour könig #könig smut #cod mw2 #konig #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig x reader

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agonizingdespair · 24 days ago

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So, I just finished reading through Null Magical Girl (Puella Magi Madoka Magica spinoff novel)

And, I think this is the most batshit insane, yet completely unironic and noncomedic story i've ever consumed in any form. And I'm saying this as a FNaF and Danganronpa fan, as well as an avid consumer of fanfic, of 4th wall breaking stories, of weird illogical slasher movies, and of surrealist content.

Like this isn't comedic or random, and it's not meta at all really save for some analysis on the nature of stories and stuff like that. But...

I don't know how to verbalize it. It's pure philosophical insanity at the level of the most confusing SCP article you can think of x10, in the universe of Madoka Magica (but none of it's characters except Kyubey), with a main character who must at one point become the "ultimate detective" and solve "the ultimate locked room murder" (Danganronpa brainrot go brrrr), and I don't want to spoil it but...

You know what? Just fucking read it yourself, I can't do this shit justice. And whatever you've heard about it being weird before this is likely just the beginning. Like I knew about the Homo Magica species being a thing. I knew about the time travel into the distant future to observe this species

But none of that is even scratching the surface of this thing.

Anyways, 10/10, it's not better than Rebellion but it's up there for me. How does anything manage to be this ridiculous and absurd without being ridiculous and absurd. Like this isn't anything like, for instance, Lasagna Cat. But I had a more wtf reaction to this piece of media than to that. It's just so uniquely, subtly out there compared to things like Lasagna Cat, not that I don't like that series, it's just being used as an example of the kind of insane that this isn't, to in turn demonstrate through that absence how insane this work IS. Because it is fucking insane. And I love it. And AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Maybe it's made worse by the fact that I am actually capable of following it's logic.

Maybe the best way of putting it is that it's a Mind Screw without being aggressively symbolic or random or tonally inconsistent.

I dunno, I keep trying to describe it and it keeps failing so I'm just going to force myself to stop typing and actually post this rant that wasn't supposed to be a rant but apparently I can't help myself when it comes to these things.

#puella magi madoka magica #pmmm #madoka magica #mahou shoujo madoka magica #null magical girl #kyubey #pmmm kyubey #does this count as a liveblog if I only covered my thoughts on it when i finished the whole thing?#liveblogging

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keithsandwich · 4 months ago

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Her Sun & His Earth

Pairing: Keith/OC (Maeve)

Word Count: ~2.7k

Rating: Explicit - NSFW

Tags: Smut with Feelings, Established Relationship, Nudity, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Body Worship, Cunnilingus, Breeding.

Summary: It's Summer, and Earth and Sun miss each other. Keith surprises Maeve and dress her up in jewelry.

Notes: Oh, I have so many people to thank! It's been 5 mouths since I last posted Keith and Maeve fanfic and all the love and support I got really helped me finally being able to write again! Thank you so so much @bicayaya, @candied-boys, @lorei-writes (for the brainrot and for all the suggestions that made this fic so much better!), @nightghoul381, @scummy-writes and all my other friends who encouraged me. Love you all!!

Oh, and thank you @xxsycamore for the amazing Sexy Ikemen Summer because it also helped me a lot! Though I know I used the Let them play dress-up with you prompt loosely here.

Summer was the season of blooming life. The Sun reached the peak of his power, and the Earth was radiant and fertile, ready to conceive and give birth to his many seeds. She was hot and lush. Maeve didn’t need to be outside, face turned towards the sky and her feet on the ground, to feel it. The warm air touched her skin even inside the palace, making it glow in darker shades of gold and glimmer with tiny crystals of sweat. Her movements were languid, her sighs heavy. Her hair, usually down in nightly waves, was now constantly up in intricate braids. It was hard to concentrate on her studies and palatian duties.

When the fires of summer burned, the body demanded… movement. Walking through the many palace corridors wasn’t enough. Taking strolls in the garden wasn't enough. Even taking out horses for a ride in the woods wasn’t enough. Maeve was consumed by longing and need, something that roused at night within her belly, filled her chest, numbed her mind.

And ached. Oh, it ached.

“How long until he's back?” Yule asked. When Maeve’s distracted gaze turned to her, the woman had a knowing smile on her face.

Of course she, of all people, would know. Yule received the same education Maeve had, and her connection with nature was rare among the palace residents. Summer was the time to be with your lover, just as Earth enjoyed her time with the Sun. The fact that Keith had to be away on business in Benitoite during this time of year was excruciating for Maeve.

She took a deep breath and straightened her back. The hands that were previously working with the herbs in the lab now rested on her waist. The herbs permeated the air with a fresh scent, but Maeve still felt hot.

“He said he won't be able to be here for the Full Moon,” she lamented with a shrug and a weak smile.

“Poor girl, if you're missing him this much already, the Full Moon will only make it worse.” Maeve only nodded at Yule’s words. It wasn't like she could deny it anyway. “I might have something to help you with your fever.”

Yule gave Maeve a small bottle that evening. The chilling liquid helped her through the next few days, but the solution only came to her on one of the brightest nights of that year.

Moonbeams filtered through the plants by the window. They bathed her body, naked since nightgowns smothered her in warmer seasons and made it harder to sleep. But her mind didn't drift to the realm of dreams at all. Instead, it delved into memories of them. Their earthly smell. Their soft hair. Their sturdy body in her arms, between her thighs, weighing over herself.

“Keith…” Maeve whispered, turning around and hiding her face in his pillow. Her hand traveled down her lower belly. Her fingers sank into the luxuriant forest of her intimacy, damp in a rain of desire. Her hips bucked on their own.

And then, there was nothing but her labored breathing against the soft pillow, where traces of their presence still lingered.

Oh, how she needed to have more — so much more than that.

“Mae…”

Keith's gentle voice snapped her out of her fantasies and back to reality. A surprising reality it was. Maeve couldn't hide her disbelief as she sat up straight and tried to rub any possible illusions from her eyes. But it was true. There he was, standing by the door holding a wooden box in his hands. His flushed cheeks were vivid among the green, white, and gold, and especially under the blue moonlight. That could have been the result of the heat, of riding at a breakneck pace to meet her, or of witnessing the scene unfolding before his interruption.

Little did she know, it was a mix of all those things.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you, I, ah…” Keith said clumsily, his thoughtfulness preventing him from addressing what he had seen upon his arrival.

“Keith! Thought you wouldn’t be here unt-” Maeve said at the same time, a tad louder. Both interrupted themselves when they realized it, and shared a sheepish smile in silence.

Maeve scooted to the side of the bed, ready to run into his arms, but Keith hurried to meet her before she could get up. His tall, large figure towered over her with an insecure posture, then he lowered himself to one knee. He couldn't recall exactly how he placed the box on the floor beside him. All he could focus on was her, the disheveled hair adorning her naked silhouette against the full moon outside, the delight tinting her cheeks a scarlet tone. Her plump lips looked ready to be kissed. But above all, her eyes shone, calling for him.

He would always see a goddess in Maeve. And in an act of grace, her hand touched his face, fingers brushing the curls away from his sweaty forehead. Keith knew he should apologize for not composing himself properly after a long ride, but the divine scent that still clung to her fingers filled his lungs with primal desires, numbing his thoughts completely.

“I missed you,” he confessed in a whisper, taking her dainty hand in his and covering her palm with passionate kisses. “I’m sorry, I had to see you as soon as possible, otherwise I would go mad…”

Keith reached the nectar on her fingers with his tongue, lapping at them tenderly. An act so shameful he felt his face burning, but it was simply inevitable. Maybe it was too late. Maybe he had already gone mad. Maeve let out a sweet, weak sound. Shy shivers washed over her digits and spread up her palm. While her index and middle fingers were still in his mouth, he looked up to find her blushing and sighing wishfully.

“I missed you too…” Maeve murmured.

Aw shucks, Keith said to himself. He had to focus. He took a deep breath to try to contain the madness. He couldn't just jump on Maeve like an animal in heat. Every moment with her was sacred, even the ones where they let their bodies talk — she had taught him so. He should honor them, as he honored her in his heart. Which reminded him–

“I… I brought you some gifts.” Keith let go of her hand and quickly turned to the box he had placed by his side. He missed the confusion in her eyes as he opened it. “They have this tradition in Benitoite that the more important the person, the more jewelry they wear. And I just… I kept thinking all the time that if you were there with me, I would cover you in jewels, Mae.”

She shook her head. “Keith, I'm not that important.”

“You are,” he stated in a sweet voice. Keith took a shiny, golden anklet from the box. It had many pendants that jingled softly when he held it. “You are the most important person to me.”

“May I?” he asked, and as she nodded, his free hand gently cradled her heel, thumb caressing her skin. As used to being bare as they were, her feet felt surprisingly soft. Keith laid her foot on his knee and wrapped the jewelry around her ankle, closing the clasp with trembling fingers. Maeve leaned in to look, moving her foot slowly to get the feel of it, the pendants tinkling quietly.

“It’s beautiful…” Her smile shone brighter than the gold against her skin. When she made a motion to pull her leg back, Keith held it in place. His hand glided up to her knee.

“I’m sorry, can you wait a bit? There’s more,” he pleaded with a kiss on the curve of her knee, making her answer with an oh.

Oh, how hard it was for him to stop himself from just continuing to kiss her.

Returning to the box, Keith picked an intricate set of chains attached to a garter. Maeve tilted her head, watching him untangle the delicate jewelry. “What is it?” she asked in a shy breath, and he grew even more flushed, suddenly conscious about how intimate it would be to put it on her.

“This is a thigh chain… I thought it was too much, but this was his idea. If you don't want to–” Keith nervously tried to put it away and apologize for the suggestion, but when he looked up at Maeve's face, she was biting her lower lip while smiling softly. He felt her moving her leg up and rushed to offer her support. She was way too kind for giving him this honor. He carefully slid the garter up her leg, fingers brushing her skin along the way, feeling it getting warmer and warmer as he approached the center of her heat.

Keith didn't touch it, however. He diligently positioned the jewelry on her thigh, so the chains fell where they were supposed to. His eyes wandered to her lavish pubic hair, dark and glistening with her essence. The memory of Maeve's hips bucking against her hand made his blood run hot again. His body moved forward on its own, positioning itself between her legs. He wrapped his arms around her waist. His ear rested against her navel, and Keith took in her scent as deeply as he could. Enclosed in that little sanctuary, he could feel his heartbeat echoing on the walls of her presence.

“Keith…” she called for him with a hand lost in his hair, causing him to smile.

With the side of his face still against her stomach, he looked at the infinite sweetness of her green eyes. “I'm sorry,” Keith mumbled, “I got carried away. There's more…”

“That’s enough. In fact, that’s more than enough,” Maeve tried to convince him, her irresistible fingers lightly brushing against his scalp, but he knew it wasn’t enough. She deserved so much more.

“Please… Let me,” he insisted among the kisses he placed around her navel. Her tender skin shivered under his lips.

“Okay,” she answered after a long, broken sigh.

Keith went back to the box, bringing another chain jingling with pendants for her waist, followed by a delicate necklace. Then came a huge one that almost covered her cleavage, a pair of long earrings, and multiple bracelets for each of her arms. Finally, there were the rings — seven of them, each so distinct that Maeve could tell who had chosen which, yet every single one was so shiny it seemed like she was carrying the full moon in her hands.

He kissed the tips of her fingers.

He let his body fall back to his knees.

He pulled her gently by the hands, prompting her to stand up in front of him.

And as Maeve went with his flow, Keith had his dream come true. All he dreamed about while in Benitoite, surrounded by opulence and gold, was her. There was no one else he wished to see like that, adorned and kissed by the noblest of metals, the metal that legends said was part of the Sun. Maeve was his goddess Earth, now properly blessed by the king star as she should be. As for Keith, he would always feel honored to be her worshiper.

“I love you, Mae…” His voice was supplicant, though his pleading was silent. A would-you-let-this-humble-servant-kiss-you fell as his lips touched her foot. The tinkling sound of the anklet, as Keith took her heel in his hand again, was louder than any of his pleas. In the softest sighs and murmurs, he left no inch unkissed, from her toe to her knee. Slowly. At last, his gaze raised — devotedly, respectfully — in a please-I-need-you.

A please-may-I-pleasure-you.

“Yes. Yes, you may,” she conceded with a radiant smile. On his knees, Keith felt Maeve was so much bigger than she really was. The valleys and contours of her body were a world of their own, nature breathing through her lungs, alive through the rush of blood in her veins, wet in drops of salty sweat and sweet streams of yearning.

Passionate fingers grabbed her hips with agony. Soft fingers brushed his hair back, lovingly encouraging him as his lips finally found the fountain of desire hidden between the fires of her thighs. The flavor Keith had only a taste of earlier now filled his mouth. He knew it so well, and yet his soul would always long for it. No Benitoitian liquor could suffice. The divine waters of her lust quenched his weeks-long thirst; turned her sensitive skin more and more slippery as he rolled his tongue through her slit.

Maeve sung songs of relief, loud and melodic. She danced too against his open mouth, her ornamented thigh ensnaring his shoulder, hips moving in synchrony with his tongue and with her music. Perfect, like nature.

“Keith, I…” she said, losing the control of her tone.

And she shook, and she trembled. Her water dripped from his chin when she couldn't take it anymore, and with a strong grip from her weak hands Maeve pulled his head back. In ecstasy she laid on his body; her ecstasy so shared by him, Keith only minded his own erection when she released it from his trousers. The fact that he was lying on his back on the floor took longer for him to realize. How could he, when his goddess was so willingly claiming him? The way she suddenly nestled his length in her drew a moan from his throat. She hurriedly unbuttoned his jacket and shirt, her hands reaching the place where he carried her all the time. Maeve leaned down, held him, kissed him madly, the chilling metal of the jewelry sending shivers through him. They jingled softly with her needy movements, but no sound was louder than their voices combined.

“Maeve…” Her name was a prayer on his lips. An ancient chanting. A long lost mystery. “Mae…” he begged again, grasping her breast desperately, daring to thrust into her sacred embrace.

Keith never understood how he could be so blessed as to be loved by her. Her eyes showed nothing but tenderness for him. It was as if she was as devoted to him as he was to her. But why?

All he knew was the delight in feeling her womb taking in his seed, so ready to nurture it into a new life Maeve's body squirmed in pleasure along with his. Nothing would ever be as wonderful as that.

Nothing.

Not a thing in the whole universe. The infinite universe Keith would never be able to behold with a telescope, but that fit perfectly in their hearts beating together as the world fell silent.

And the next time they looked into each other’s eyes, they smiled with the purest of joys.

“I love you… Oh, Keith, I was dying without you,” she whispered, sweetly dramatic. Something reserved for such rare moments.

He giggled like a fool.

“Don't say that. I'm the one who needs you like air, Mae.” Keith held her carefully in his arms while standing up from the floor. He was pathetically disheveled while she still looked otherworldly, golden jewelry illuminating her skin and glowing under moonlight. “You’re a goddess, while I–”

“Shush…” Maeve placed her index finger on his lips before properly sealing them with a gentle kiss. “You’re the Sun to my Earth. I was withering without your warmth.”

“My warmth,” Keith echoed. He was a weed. He was so damp, with such a phlegmatic disposition he could easily grow mushrooms. Or so he used to be. “You missed my warmth…”

He smiled softly. Not so carefully, he let himself fall into their bed, their bodies entangling rather naturally among little light laughs. Keith had never thought of it this way, but maybe there was a truth in it. It wasn’t until he found his Earth in Maeve that he turned into a Sun. Just so he could reach her. Just so he could warm her with kisses and make her flourish in evergreen gardens of love.

And while she was his goddess, he would shine for her.

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#sexy ikemen summer cc #keith howell #ikemen prince #ikepri oc #keith and maeve #fanfiction #mdni

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trixree · 3 months ago

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he is RISEN baby girl

hello hello! yes i'm alive, just very mentally ill. things are on the up and up and i have mega brainrot right now so i decided to try and get back on the "being a person" horse. you may see i've just posted some poolverine smut to AO3 here.

if you've sent me messages during my year hiatus (especially regarding commissions) I love and appreciate you and will be responding SOON, i PROMISE!

long ramble about where i'm at/life update below the cut.

May of 2023, I graduated with my masters. yaaay woo but also booo because it didn't help me get a job at all! i finally landed a paying gig in September of 2023 after sending out quite literally hundreds of applications. i only had two interviews total and a mountain of auto-rejections to show for it and it took an immense toll on my mental health. It started what was (in hindsight) a year of a prolonged downward spiral.

i already really struggled with self worth and turns out riding the merry-go-round of job hunting rejection cranked my depression up to new heights. for the first time in a long time, i found myself so low as to be entertaining thoughts of suicide. my eating disorder peaked the hardest it has since high school. i had also moved out of my parents house and in with my partner May of 2023 and was readjusting to being out of a traumatic environment. i had panic attacks anytime he came into a room too quietly and surprised me for months. I found myself isolated from most of my friends (partly because of my own communication death-spiral depression paralysis) and also because i moved to a different city than all of them to live with my partner again (0 complaints there, i love the city i live in and love my home with my partner and our bird children. however i miss my fucking friends, and the loneliness compounded the Despair Arc i was having.) My fucking health insurance changed because my previous policy holder retired and i lost some medications for a period of time, stressing my body in bad ways. a really bad spell of migraines compounded things chemically for the worst.

i borrowed some money to return to my therapist and my doc recently upped my antidepressant dose, and I can tell that both of those things but ESPECIALLY that last one there has helped already. My partner, closest friends, and even some coworkers have said I seem much better, too. I'm hopeful about it. Optimistic, even!

i did get a job working for a behavioral health nonprofit that provides outpatient psychiatric services in administration. It pays in fucking sheckles and pennies (nonprofits be like) and psych is a challenging environment to say the least. it was another 6-month fight to hammer out disability accommodations with HR. my body is a machine that consumes paid leave. as any of you that have danced an accommdations dance can probably attest, it sucks so goddamn bad. i had basically round after round of requests for my doctors to fill out paperwork that amounted to "will they get better? Are you sure? Alright, please estimate how often this person will need this accommodation in hours per week." of course it took an immense mental health toll, too. i kick ass at what i do and i do it chronically understaffed but it's really hard to feel secure anywhere when you're constantly missing work due to uncontrollable Body Bad Times (migraine, explosive diarrhea, uncontrollable vomiting, my three horsemen). especially if someone has a grudge, and someone did, which added extra layers of complexity.

i'll be honest, it's good to have something to get out of bed to go do 5/7 days of the week (i was going stir crazy without employment) but i'm running myself ragged and barely making it financially. not only was this body i have NOT built for an 8-5, i have less than 15$ to my name right now to show for it and i keep having to borrow money from my family for medication. but i truly love the people i work with and feel like i get to do good for my community where i'm at, and that's something folks!

speaking of health, i kind of got my gut stuff figured out? not really. but also yes! i don't have a diagnosis of any kind but i have a treatment that's WORKING for the constant nausea i was always blogging about last year. my GI put me on domperidone before meals and oh my god, total fucking game changer. no longer am i burping up half-digested food and walking around with 24/7 debilitating nausea AND my appetite even kicks in when i take the damn pills!!! the only down side is that domperidone is not FDA approved in the USofA because of sudden cardiac failure or what the fuck ever so i have to pay out of pocket for all of it. that's a good 150$ per month on top of all my other medication, so that's a bummer. but god, to have something that works!!! it's been so nice. no sudden heart failure yet, fingers crossed.

i have really bad executive dysfunction when it comes to responding to messages (i currently have 100+ unread text messages from friends and family) but i'm challenging myself to work through my backlog of messages in the coming days, so stay tuned if you've DM'd me in the last year. thank you for thinking of me and i appreciate you endlessly.

as for commissions, my life is just too unpredictable for me to be as consistent with those as i'd wanted to be. as much as having the bonus income was really amazing, i just feel like i'm too flakey and unreliable to deliver on that regularly and that's just a shitty thing to do to someone. (please check your DMs if this describes an interaction we had with me.)

i'm sorry if this decision is disappointing to anyone, but i think i'm going to stick to having a kofi live if folks feel inclined to show appreciation for any fic i post and maybe taking a comm very very rarely, once in a blue moon when circumstances allow. I do want to honor anyone that messaged me about a comm during my year hiatus. Please check your DMs. for my casual reader: none of my current projects on AO3 are abandoned. i've never stopped working on them this past year, even if it has only been in my notes app. i really want to start posting more regularly again. i miss the outlet immensely. I think it's good for me, creatively and for a sense of community. i hope you all understand and thank you. thanks for still being here.

#trixree speaks #life update #yap yap yap #mental health mention #tw suicide mention (light)

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avatarmerida · 1 year ago

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@soldrawss : thinks of a huntlow AU

Me: instant brainrot

Sol posted a lounge singer/bartender AU on twitter like less than 48 hours ago and it instantly consumed me. I know nothing about lounge singers or what time period this is but I just went with it tbh here ya go. Part 2

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She’s not coming over here, the voice in his head repeated as Willow lingered in the doorway of the backroom. No way, now way. Hunter had nearly jumped out of his skin when she came out, assuming she had left by now. The club had been closed for over an hour now, and he was always the last one out. But no, there she stood in the harsh light of the cheap light bulbs that seemed to favor her and her alone.

She was a vision but she was no illusion.

Maybe there’s some creepy fan waiting outside for her, he thought. The very idea made him shudder. It wouldn’t be the first time, but Willow was the one the other girls called on to take care of these things. He remembered once Eda had kicked out some heckler who had been stealing drinks from other patrons and quickly over served himself. As he was unceremoniously escorted out, he declared that he’d be waiting outside all night. The singer finishing her set came up to the bar to get a drink and Hunter offered to call the police to at least have someone walk her home, but she said she wasn’t worried. Before he could ask why, Willow walked up and asked him for some ice. He saw her knuckles were bruised and had a few tiny fresh cuts, obviously from a recent altercation. Hunter quickly wrapped some ice in a clean rag and began rambling about getting the first aid kit but Willow just chuckled and said it was fine as though it happened all the time (which Hunter later found out it did).

“But…. But your hand,” he sputtered, amazed at how calm she was.

“Oh, it’s fine,” she said, unbothered by the purple hue it had adopted. The ice had prevented the swelling, which seemed to be her biggest concern. “That’s why we wear gloves, right?” She gave him a wink and any chance that a Hunter had of being normal around her was gone. Hunter already knew she had the voice of an angel, but turns out she had the ruthlessness of one too.

He was hooked.

So every night he sat at the bar, waiting for a glimpse of her. The regulars knew not to order a drink during her set because Hunter’s attention was rightfully elsewhere the moment she walked on stage. It wasn’t just her voice either, her sets were smart and funny too. She’d talk between songs, sometimes telling a story when she was introducing a number. Hunter wasn’t totally sure if they were true stories or just things she made up to help with transitions but any possibility at a glimpse into her life was too tempting to pass up.

Don’t stare, don’t be creepy, he thought, trying to steady his breath. She had unpinned her hair but that only made her look more stunning in Hunter’s opinion. Her emerald green dress clung to her like it was aware of what an honor it was, making the room feel like it was bland and beige when she wasn’t occupying it. Without her signature white feather boa, he could see her bare arms, covered in freckles like a collection of constellations waiting to be discovered. He had never seen her so close before, he felt objectively starstruck. It was like his eyes didn’t know how to look anywhere else. It felt like being too close to sun.

Usually he could only see her face through a sea of people, the spotlight helped but it paled in comparison to her natural glow. It was like she was destined to always be across the room from him. He held his breath as though this was a sighting the slightest wrong move could ruin, as though she could be startled. But she rummaged through her bag and when she found what she was looking for, she reapplied her ruby lipstick in her handheld mirror shaped like a white rose. She was effortlessly elegant. As she blew a kiss at her reflection, he felt his pulse stop.

She must be on her way somewhere, he thought. Of course she has a life outside this place, duh. He tried not to look like he was staring as he pretended to write something down, unaware he was holding the pen upside down.

From the corner of her eye, Willow scanned the room and saw they were alone. Perfect, she thought as she snapped her compact closed and made her way over to the bar.

Be cool, be cool, he begged. He expected her to walk by him, maybe give him a small wave or a smile to acknowledge him and say goodnight. He was mustering up the courage to give her a nonchalant nod, like she was just another person in the bar and not the unknowing keeper of his heart.

Oh Titan that’s so corny, he thought. There’s no way she even knows my name, I need to get over this-

“Hey Hunter,” she said, leaning on the counter like she was just anyone and not the most angelic thing to ever grace his bar.

“Oh, h-hey,” he attempted to respond casually, pretending to wipe the counter to look busy. He hadn’t exited her to stop. He cursed himself for not using her name as she had said his. He didn’t feel worthy of it. “Why are you here so late?”

“Skara had a date so we all moved our schedules around to help her out and I ended up with the short straw,” she said. Hunter recalled she had gone on later than she usually did. “But I don't mind, it’s kinda cool seeing this place empty.”

“Eh, you get used to it,” he shrugged.

“That’s right, you always close, don’t you?” she said, knowing Hunter was a famous workaholic. “Oh wow, with the crowds you get I bet you like the peace and quiet at the end of the night.”

“It’s nice,” he admitted. “Gives me time to organize things and do inventory.”

“Oh shoot, I’m probably interrupting your routine huh? Sorry, I can-.” she leaned back as though to leave but Hunter cut her off.

“No! Uh, I mean no… you’re not,” he tried to cover. “It’s nice to have someone to talk to, actually. Someone who's not slurring their words, that is.”

“Well then, if you don’t mind the company,” she said, setting her bag down and making herself more comfortable. “I don’t mind being it.”

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked, hoping she’d say yes.

She had been hoping he would ask. “You sure? Wasn’t last call over an hour ago?”

“Well that was yesterday,” he said, preparing a glass for her. “According to the clock, it’s technically a new day.”

“Well whaddya know?” she said as she watched him add ice to the shaker as he proceeded to mix her drink. He thought about doing the tricks he and Luz had practiced to get extra tips on nights when they worked together, but the risk of dropping something and looking foolish was too great so he played it safe. In record time, she had a drink in front of her.

“How did you know my drink order?” she asked, impressed.

“I memorize everyone’s,” he half-lied.

“Wow,” she cooed, stirring her drink as she watched him move behind the bar. “You know every drink by heart?”

“I mean, pretty much,” he said. “Just makes things easier, really. Sometimes I make up drinks when it’s slow.”

“Really? Do you give them fun names?”

“Huh? Oh, kinda? I-I mostly name them after birds.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I uh, I like birds.”

“Oh?” she said, tapping the glass with her nail. Do you like songbirds? She wanted desperately to ask, but instead she said: “Really? What’s your favorite one?”

“Um, well I have the cardinal which is just cranberry juice and bourbon and but I add some garnishes on the side that make it look cool,”

“I’ll take one,” she smiled and Hunter went to work. The moment she set her empty glass back on the counter, he had another one ready in hand for her. She knew he was famous around the club for his attention to detail but she selfishly hoped the gesture was based in special attention to her.

She took a sip and her eyes widened in delight. “Oh! I love this!” She said and Hunter beamed as though it was the only drink he had ever made. “Eda said you were the one who made custom drinks for her and Raine’s wedding.”

“Well, it wasn’t too hard,” he said. “They have very distinct personalities, Raine wanted their drink to be something easy on the stomach but with a hint of apple while Eda cared more about her drink ‘weeding out the weak.’”

“Oh I remember those,” laughed Willow. The wedding had been the first time Willow saw Hunter, it was when she found out he would be working at the club. She had maybe had one too many ‘Eda’s Elixirs’ (some kind of apple moonshine mixed with red wine and whiskey and some secret fourth thing that made it work somehow) and thought she had imagined the stoic blonde she had dubbed ‘Prince Jawline.’ But he turned out to be real, a friend of a friend, a future coworker, a kindred spirit even. A man she still referred to as Prince Jawline when he came up in conversation. He didn’t remember meeting her there, but memory loss was a common theme that night.

But luckily Willow was just slightly better at holding her liquor.

“What about me?” she said, trying to sound as though she hadn’t been dying to ask. “If you had to make a drink named after me, what would it be?”

“Hmmm,” he thought for only a moment. “Probably sparkling white wine and kiwi. It would be bubbly and sweet and green, just like you. And I’d add a pink flower garnish, like the one you sometimes wear in your hair.”

Willow blushed, having thought her question would adorably stump him so she could make a joke about him being a tall drink of water. But this was much better.

“Well, looks like I have a new usual then, huh?” She said with a smile as he went to give her a sample of his apparently improvised creation. He made sure to select the most elegant glass.

“So, what’s your secret?” she asked and he froze for a moment before she continued. “How do you make these taste so good?”

“Oh, that! Oh it’s uh it’s the cherries,” he said. “I always put extra cherries in just about everything to make it sweeter.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, you can’t give up your secret so easily, bar boy,” she teased, picking out one of the aforementioned cherries.

“Usually as a bartender, I’m the one people tell their secrets to,” he joked, trying to focus on counting the limes and lemons. But he hadn’t retained anything except the way Willow’s voice danced, the way it got slow and sneaky when she made a joke. It was the way she talked between her sets when she was introducing a love song.

“Ohh, you’ve got a stash of secrets, huh?” she asked, wrinkling her nose. “Anything good?”

“Well, I knew about the Blight divorce I think before even Odalia did,” he said in a low voice, fully aware no one else was there or would be there. But he liked how Willow leaned in closer to hear him when he did.

“No!” she gasped.

“Yeah!” he said. He had never been one for gossip, but that was no longer a secret so it didn’t count, right?

“Oh, what else?” she asked, sipping her drink in anticipation.

“Oh, wow I can hardly keep it sorted,” he said. “I get people telling me about how they hate their jobs, how they’re afraid of getting older. Oh man, you can’t imagine how many confessions of love I get in a night.”

“I dunno, I bet I probably can,” she said with a smirk he thought he imagined. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Anything,” Hunter said, hoping his smile was as charming as he was manifesting it to be. She paused for a moment to create suspense before a smile overtook her face.

“I can’t see a damn thing,” she said before erupting into a sea of giggles. She laughed with her whole body, her whole self present in the silliness and Hunter was so captivated that he almost didn’t notice she was about to fall off her stool. Hunter reached out and grabbed her hand to steady her and she looked at him in awe as he pulled her forward.

He gulped. “W-what do you mean?”

“I can’t wear my glasses onstage because of the glare from the uh light,” she explained breathlessly, not removing herself from his grasp. “So the whole time I’m up there I can’t see anything.”

“Nothing?”

She slowly shook her head, her eyes still locked on him. “Nope, nothing,” she said, biting her lip. “Not unless they’re real close.”

Hunter then realized he was still holding her hand as he leaped backward as though she was on fire. She giggled again, it was like every sound she made was music. He pretended to be invested in the bottles near him.

“Oh uh wow I had no idea,” he chuckled.

“Well I guess that’s a good thing,” she said, sitting back. “It helps get rid of the stage fright when you can’t tell the difference between a packed house and an empty one.”

“You hardly seem like the type to have stage fright,” he said, cleaning out another glass that definitely was not dirty. Or an empty house, he wanted to add.

“Thanks,” she smiled, stirring the remaining ice cubes in her cup with her straw. “You’re sweet.”

“So uh, if you’re not looking at anyone what do you think about up there?” asked Hunter nervously. “Just because you always seem like you’re singing to someone, but that’s probably just because you’re a good performer.”

She smiled. “Skara taught me this trick for how to tilt my head so people think I’m singing to just them,” said Willow. “But I’m actually just looking at the back wall. Or would be, if I could see it. Huh, I guess I’m technically looking at you when I sing.”

He nearly dropped the glass on the counter. “Huh uh yeah well uh but it's not like you can see me or uh anything,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Yeah,” she said, swirling the lingering ice in the cup in her hand. “Shame.”

“Did you want another?”

“I should probably slow down,” she chuckled. “I’ve already had three. Think I’ll work on some of these cherries.”

“Oh yeah you’re probably starving,” said Hunter, feeling stupid “Nothing’s gonna be open now, do you want me to get you like some pretzels or something? I could see if-,”

“No, no, no,” she insisted. “I already made you wash three extra glasses, I am not gonna let you go to any more trouble for me.”

He’d go to all kinds of trouble for her.

“Fair enough,” he said as he went back to his usual duties.

“Hmm, ya ever try to tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue?” she asked, starting to feel the alcohol warm her chest and make her feel cheeky..

“What? Uh, no I don’t think I have?” he chuckled, having never heard of such a thing.

“Here,” she said, tapping the glass nearly full of them as she took one for herself. “Try it.”

He indulged her, taking a cherry and popping it in his mouth as Willow did the same. She watched in delight as he focused on trying to maneuver the stem in his mouth, holding back the giggles as she tried not to win their unofficial race by too much. At last, a look of surprise showed in his eyes as he went to carefully pull out his creation.

“You did it!’ she exclaimed, taking out her matching knot to compare.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “That’s so weird, is that like a party trick or something?”

“Hmm, something like that,” she said, making circles on the counter with her finger. “If you can do it, it’s supposed to mean you’re a good kisser.” She added her latest knot to a glass filling up with stems before giving him a wink.

“Oh,” he said, nearly choking on nothing. Had he known, he would’ve tried to be cooler about it. Her reveal got exactly the reaction she had been hoping for. She loved the way his blush reached his ears. “I uh I didn’t well I don’t even-,”

“What do I owe ya, bar keep?” She said, resting her chin in her fist, having no intention of leaving but knowing he’d be caught in that loop for awhile.

“It’s on the house,” he said, shaking himself out of his trance before deciding to put a single glass away just to seem busy. He wanted to just talk to her, but was worried that focusing on that without a task to keep him busy would make saying something stupid easier. This way he didn’t need to worry about what to do with his hands or if he was staring. He was so used to staring at her freely from across a crowded room, seeing her so close felt almost forbidden.

“Oh no I know how badly this place pays,” she said. “Gimme the damage.”

“Oh no no, you misunderstand,” he said, leaning down with his elbows on the counter to see her better, feeling a burst of confidence for some reason. “When I say it’s ‘on the house’ I mean it’s on Odalia’s tab.”

“Oh, well in that case,” she leaned forward and reached over the bar to grab another bottle from underneath as she quickly unscrewed the top. “Pour yourself a glass then too.”

“Heh, I’d love to but I’m not supposed to drink on the job,” he said, his heart racing at the effortless way she had secured the bottle. He had never been so jealous of a bottle before.

“Awh, you sure? I hate to drink alone,” she teased. She examined his face to see if the phrase sparked a locked memory, but no. He didn’t remember saying that to her at the wedding. Nevertheless, she knew he was ever the professional, only he would consider being the empty bar so far after closing time as still being on the job. “What about a Shirley Temple? Extra cherries?”

He chuckled. “Well, now how did you know my drink of choice?” he said with charisma he hadn’t seen in years, preparing two of them, somehow knowing she’d also want one.

“Guess you’re rubbing off on me,” she said with a grin, As he passed her drink to her, she reached out and purposely placed her hand over his. She could feel his hand lean into the touch as the tips of their fingers fought the urge to interlace. “Thanks.” She made her voice light and airy.

“Oh yeah, sure,” sputtered Hunter, slipping his hand away as he mentally cursed himself for not being able to match her energy. He wasn’t entirely sure what the energy was, but he was not hating it. “T-thank you too.”

“‘Thank me?’ For what?” she chuckled.

“For… being here, I guess,” he said, not sure what he had meant either. He cleared his throat as he tried to compose a better explanation. “It’s nice having you here. Not just now, either. All the time. I’m kind of a big fan of yours.”

“Really?” she asked. She hiccupped, her hand darted to her mouth to cover it in embarrassment. She shook her head, hoping to shake them and continue to appear cool and collected.

Hunter smiled. “Yeah, I mean, you’re amazing,” he said. “T-the songs you pick are amazing. The way you… I mean, it’s all amazing.”

“Aww,” Hiccup. Darn it, why now??? She thought. But she tried to embrace it, hopefully he would think it was cute.

He did.

“What’s the sweetest drink you got?” She asked, failing to suppress another hiccup. “Cause that should be the one named after you.” She held her glass to her lips and gave him a wink.

There were many drinks she could name after Hunter.

One night, she had a sore throat which made her singing sound raspy and deeper. It was a nice sound, but by the end of the night she could barely speak. When she got off stage, Hunter had sent Luz with a special mixture of honey and lemon that had her back to normal the next day. She hadn’t told anyone she was sick or asked for a remedy, but he just knew.

When she had to work on her birthday, he added a sparkler to her drink. She didn’t know how he knew, she must’ve mentioned once in passing long ago, but he remembered. Luz said he had special ordered the sparklers, so it definitely wasn’t a last minute thing.

Dang it, that would’ve been a great time for the tall drink of water thing, she thought. The alcohol was making her a little spacy and she missed the way Hunter stopped functioning at her sweetness remark. She let out another hiccup, nearly spilling the drink she held to her lips. Hunter snapped out of his trance as he tried in vain to hide his chuckle and Willow pretended to be offended. “Hey!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” he laughed in spite of himself. “It’s not bad I swear it’s really… endearing.”

“‘Endearing?’” she repeated, raising her eyebrow. He didn't want to say ‘cute.’ He thought it was cute, but he didn’t want to say that. She hiccupped again and he couldn't help but offer her a guilty smile and she gave him a faux vicious stare. “Well, they may be endearing to you but they’re getting on my nerves.”

“Here,” he said, reaching down to grab something from the fridge. “Biting on a lemon is supposed to help them go away.” He presented her with a recently cut lemon wedge.

She looked at him skeptically. “You’re joking.”

“No, no I swear,” he insisted.

“Okay then,” she said, reaching down to grab another lemon from the tray. “I’ll do it if you do.”

He was going to protest, saying he didn’t have the hiccups. But instead, he took the slice from her and allowed their finger to brush once more. “Deal.”

She smiled as they both looked at each other and felt something shift. Willow was insanely competitive, and she heard Hunter was too. Mentally, they decided to enter a match to see who could endure the sour taste the longest. They both brought forth their best poker face as they tried to seem casual about the sharp acidity. They stared at each other with cutthroat intensity as their eyes began to water.

They surrendered at the same time, each discarding their lemons in a napkin as they exclaimed their remorse.

“Hey, I think it worked,” laughed Willow, waiting another moment to see if a hiccup would interrupt. When he didn’t she refocused on the tart taste lingering in her lips. “Oof, I guess that’s why I don’t sing ‘Life is just a bowl of lemons.’”

Hunter laughed, debating if he should mention her rendition of the song had been his inspiration for adding extra cherries (he had ordered extra, thinking about her while filling out the order form).

“I’m sure you could make even that sound lovely,” he said softly.

She giggled, before taking a deep breath and sliding closer to him. “Liiife,” she sang sweetly and quietly, as though wanting to lure him closer. “Is just a bowl of… lemons.”

Hunter hadn’t had a sip of alcohol but he might as well have been drunk. Her voice seemed to surround him in an embrace, pulling and pushing him forward as it guided it toward her peridot eyes.

“I-I like it,” he said, trying to remember how to breathe normally. He gulped as she prolonged her gaze on him and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I’ll dedicate it to you,” she decided, sucking her teeth as she suddenly felt inspired. “Hey you want a sneak peek at something I’ve been working on?”

“Really?” he said, eyes widened before he caught himself. “I-I mean uh, really?” He tried to downplay his interest, but she could see through him.

“Yeah,” she said, twirling the end of her hair. “You up for a private concert?”

“You don’t have to,” it hurt him to say, He didn’t want to impose. “I mean, you’re off the clock and I don’t wanna-.”

“Oh hush,” she said, flicking the loose strand of hair in the front of his hair, like she just needed an excuse to be closer to him. “You won’t let me pay you for the drinks, consider it a tip.”

“Okay,” he said, not trying too hard to summon an argument. She clapped her hands in excitement as though she didn’t do this practically every day.

“The mic’s not on, but with no one in here the acoustics are really great,” she said, hopping off the stool. She took her long skirt in her hand as she ran back to the stage, tapping the microphone as she often did before her sets, though nothing happened. She giggled and ran over to the piano to find her starting note as she prepared to sing acapella.

“Okay, well this one isn’t on the set, so lemme know what you think, okay?” She called as she smoothed her dress. “I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”

She took a deep breath and suddenly the alluring sound of her voice flooded the empty room. She knew how to perfectly adjust her pacing to the echoes the emptiness caused. It was haunting and enchanting and Hunter felt as though he could melt into the floor as it swept over him.

“Some day, when I’m awfully low

When the world is cold

I will feel a glow just thinking of you

And the way you look tonight…”

As Hunter stood behind the bar feeling a familiar lightheadedness her voice inspired, he couldn't help but notice she had put her glasses on before she started singing. There was no one else here, but she wanted to make it absolutely certain that she saw him.

Inventory could wait until the morning.

#huntlow #huntlow fanfiction #huntlow au #toh #the owl house #willow park #hunter toh #winter toh

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clegfly · 1 month ago

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Woo, it’s about time I made one of these… *cracks knuckles*

MORE ABOUT ME!!!!

HIIII!!!! My name is clegfly, or just cleg!!!! I’m an artist/ writer / professional paint drying critic/j. I’m just a silly girl doing silly things, don’t mind me. I use she/her pronouns and I am aroace!!!

LIKES

BULLET POINTS BULLET POINTS BULLET POI

Pancakes. All day. All the time. Everywhere, anywhere. Pancakes

That goes for bacon too

JELLYYYYYYYYYY!!!!1!1!1!

Why are these all foods what else do I like uhhhh

Warm. And cosy bed. And fire. And all that stuff

OLD COMPUTER AESTHETIC!!!!!! N64!!! WINDOWS XP!!!! ALL THAT SHIT

Bugs in theory

PLANTS

MUSICAL THEATRE

Graphic novels

Video games… ough my beloveds

Books

Okay now this is too long

Oops

Sorry

JELLYFISH JELLYFISH JELLYFISH

The ocean full stop actually

In theory

CHINCHILLAS

Yapping

Analysis

DISLIKES

anything on my DNI >:((((

Bugs in practice

Sport

Exercise

I’m literally hero omori

Commitment

Stress

Internet drama

Anyone who gatekeeps like. Anything.

INTERESTS???

All day every day, baby.

MAINS

OMORI- main interest as apparent by one peek at my blog… The brainrot is immeasurable and everlasting. Send help. It’s been almost four years. I love this game, its characters, story, EVERYTHING so fucking much. I’m like a billion pounds in debt to it also. I will be homeless but at least I will have my big ass heromari collection.

PMMM/ Madoka Magica- my favourite show! Consisting purely of sparkles and sunshine!!!! Why are you crying??? I’m sure not!!!!

DDLC/ Doki Doki Literature Club- another favourite of mine!!! I see a well-written cast of characters I deeply relate to go through extreme horrific horror beyond any of their comprehensions and I’m SOLD!!!

Coraline- the horrors are all consuming, but at least it’s both a visual and extremely well-written treat!!!!

TADC/ the amazing digital circus- won’t lie, watched this show when the pilot dropped and LOVED it, but forgot about it after a while as it didn’t stick with me. Then episode three came out and I’m now reduced to a blubbering mess whose brain is now significantly comprised of two fictional chess pieces. What happened? I don’t know. Send even more help.

LITTLE GUYS THAT HURT MY BRAIN SOMETIMES

Petscop

Fnaf

BATIM/ bendy and the ink machine

BSD

Deltarune

Undertale

Hawaii: Part II

SUBJECT TO CHANGE BECAUSE IM PROBABLY FORGETTING LIKE 20 AND ALSO HAVE LIKE 20 STILL TO DISCOVER

HOBBIES?!2!2!

Ya!!!! :D

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The main thing I do on my silly little page!!

…in which the art is mostly unfinished doodles… but that’s okay!!!! We ball anyway

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You cannot yet commission the cleg :(

Writing

Currently on a writing hiatus and have been for a little while (5 MONRHS WHAT) but… i do!!!! That!!!! Aka I write fan fiction AGH

Mostly. Heromari stuff. Actually all heromari stuff. I think I have one fic that isn’t heromari and it’s one I co-authored I love them your honour…

Yeah

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sliced-n-diced · 1 year ago

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I came because I’m super curious if you have any fic recommendations? My brainrot on Halloween is terrible and I need something to help me out

Heres a few that came to mind!!

M/F:

(Not Your) Final Girl by ghost_weather :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47272477/chapters/119113672

You're working the night shift at a gas station in the middle of nowhere when you're almost murdered by the resident serial killer. To your dismay and his delight, you find each other again, and he can finish what he started as many times as he wants.

Baby, (dont) fear the reaper by dachande :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37558858

You never could forget how good he looked perched above you like a damnable god in the midst of a feast. One that hungered for your flesh and your demise. That willful sacrifice on an altar to a being who wants to chew you up between his molars and consume you entirely.

His hand stretches across the threshold. Hades with an offer.

And you can't bring yourself to say no.

(Tagged as M/F but can be read very GN!Reader for the most part : LOVE this one)

Obsession by QueenBeesWritingPoint :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44338180

The Ghostface is obsessive in his love.

It's suffocating, clingy, and overwhelming.

But there's small moments where it's just you and him, and time falls into the void, where Ghostface turns into Danny.

God, is Danny clingy.

M/M:

Gotcha by Michael1109 :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50590837

Danny catches y/n before he escapes a trial. Stuff ensues.

Scavenging by siriscum :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45870517

You catch Ghostface while he’s distracted and decide to enact some vengeance for all the shit he’s put you through.

Fuck Me? Naw, Fuck You! by alucardarc :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45505345

Danny should have known you were a freak when he first saw you.

The violent killer should have known you were batshit insane when he noticed you from the corner of his eyes, staring at him like you wanted nothing more than to devour him. He should have known you were deranged when you kept flirting with him as you checked his groceries out, a pretty smirk curling across your features when he replied with bored answers and a nervous glint shining in his eyes.

Danny should have known better than to get involved with you, someone who clearly wanted nothing more than to break him. Maybe if he had, then he wouldn’t be in this state.

GN!Reader:

Desperate Measures by s_c_r_i_p_s_i :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26707918

Seeking privacy, you stray a little too far from the campfire to perform your... daily ritual.

Ghostface has been watching and decides it’s time for a little audience participation.

Matchbook by misericordia_writing :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45585013/chapters/114704077

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝-- 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

A series of connected one-shots, focused around a relationship between The Ghost Face and the reader.

Wet Sand, Moss Born by justwolosersandqtipcpttonbuds :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44105895/chapters/110903055

he can't keep his hands off of you.

Washrags by justwolosersandqtipcpttonbuds :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44105530

it's not like you'd notice

Real by Guugi :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22093993

He's the only one around who's capable of making you feel something real.

Stabbing Sounds Harsh, Just Call it Flirting by LittleWingScales :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38741541

You hate visits from your family. You try to be cordial, patient, and as understanding as possible, but they obviously know every button you have and press them relentlessly. You thought having them over for dinner would be pleasant (and give your mom the opportunity to apologize for last time) but no such luck.

Part 1 of 2

Spilled guts by rapono :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23056975

Another grisly attack by the Ghostface, another victim with their guts cut open and spilled onto the carpet floor. And yet, despite all odds, coated in their own blood and viscera, they wake up.

( this one is sooooooo good i love it )

#m/m reader inserts are likean oasis in the damn desert #i honestly just read them all as m/m atp im desperate and have the power of changing the pronouns and such at will #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x male reader #ghostface x male reader #ghostface x gn reader #jed olsen x reader #danny johnson x gn reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x reader

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todaywasamaritale · 6 months ago

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‘small talk in the kitchen, dated dumb traditions’

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nubisaureus · 1 year ago

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office sex with Wriothesley

pairing: fem!reader x Wriothesley, undercover agent!reader x Wriothesley, sub!reader x Dom!Wriothesley

content(s): pet names (princess, innocent little thing), spanking, bondage, hint of breeding?, oral (male receiving), vaginal fingering, implied voyeurism, exhibitionism, marking, improper use of Cryo?, cockwarming, cuddling, oral fixation, D/s, praise, slight degradation

word count: 1.76k

NSFW, minors DO NOT interact

a/n listen I'm in my Wriothesley brainrot era so i just had to T^T been having the unholiest thoughts about this man (SIGH. HE GOT ME DOWN BAD.)Anyways, enjoy! <3 ps. not proofread otherwise assignments would kick my ass faster than yall be pulling for waifus and husbandos pps. yes the formatting is sloppy but bear with me I can't stick to one style to save my life I swear

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«Wriothesley…» you whine as the black haired man passionately ravishes your neck, a trail of sloppy kisses coating it with his saliva.

«Hm?» he acknowledges your call, his lips pressing ever so roughly on your sensitive neck, focusing on the crook.

«The office door is not locked.» you state, unable to tear your hands away from his hair, as if it were the only thing keeping you from losing your mind for the Lord of the Fortress you were supposed to be working for and have a mere professional relationship with.

«And..?» his head wanders around, his lips landing on your collarbone, sucking the skin on it, which would have undoubtedly left a hickey.

«And..someone could walk in on us.» you distance yourself a bit, taking him in. You need to kiss every scar on his goddamn body and face.

«Didn't think you'd mind that. Considering how you touch yourself in your cell whenever the guards are not around.» he wasn't wrong.

«How the fuck do you know that?»

«Such an innocent little thing. I know everything that happens in my domain.» he tears your shirt open, revealing the lack of a bra.

«You were eager to say the least, weren't you, [y/n]?» he gropes one breast, using his Cryo vision to slightly make your nipples cold, sending shivers down your spine.

«I- I wouldn't say that..» you feebly protest, as he grabs you from behind, making your bodies crash together.

You whine at the sudden sensory overload. Your skin was too sensitive after his little ice trick.

Your clothed crotches rub against each other, the friction intensifying your arousal.

«Feeling good?» he whispers in your ear, blowing a little bit of air in it.

«Yes daddy.» you mewl, as he roughly tears your shorts apart.

«Spread your legs wide, princess.» he orders, his voice raspy.

You can't help but comply, and soon enough your panties lie somewhere on the floor, just a useless trinket.

He traces your outer labia with one icy cold finger.

«So wet. And I haven't done anything yet.» he murmurs, while you can't help but try to get him closer to you.

You want his mouth on yours, so you grab him, his lips crashing onto yours as soon as he's close enough, making you moan on the spot.

With every expert movement of his tongue, every gentle tug at your hair, every cold breath on your lips, you got needier. Like an insatiable hunger was consuming you from your very core.

As he's bent on you, his tongue intertwining with yours, you hear metal clatter in the background.

And soon enough, the source of the sound becomes clear: his handcuffs.

The same handcuffs he'd always toy around with, resulting in prisoners being intimidated, while you both knew it was a game he enjoyed playing when he had to act like you two were just the Duke and an inmate like any other.

He snaps them open, making you sit up straight.

«Chest out, pretty girl. Put those arms behind you.» you do, and your breasts perk out at the motion, sending them jiggling in front of his hungry eyes.

You can sense the intensity in his stare: it feels like your body is about to catch on fire; he's staring at you like you're his prey, all his to enjoy.

«Such a good girl..» his words feel like electricity as he snaps the two metal rings onto your wrists, the sudden cold material making you flinch.

«Thanks daddy.» you give him the doe eyes, doing your best to display how submissive you feel, the growing bulge telling you you were doing a good job.

«You're so fucking gorgeous, princess.» he growls as he bends you over.

«That's it. Ass up for me. Spread those legs again.»

You can feel the cold air caressing your outer labia, yet can't determine where it comes rom: is it his breath? Is it him using his Cryo powers?

As three fingers enter you, your thoughts come to a halt: your entire mind gets flooded with pleasure, all the brain centers suddenly overstimulated simultaneously.

His free hand grabs your bound wrists, tugging at them so that you'd rise up a bit, making his fingers go deeper.

«That's it. Take them all. I know you want it.»

«N-ngh…» is the only sound you can mutter, as he uses his thumb to apply pressure on your clit, the pleasure so intense your vision starts blurring and little tears start rolling down your cheeks.

«F-fuck..!» you scream, but then bite your lip, the fear of being discovered subconsciously stopping you.

Smack.

A hard spank on your left butt cheek.

As his hand connects with your soft and warm flesh you squeal in surprise, drawing a hiss out of him.

«Wrio-» another spank.

«Try again, princess. I'm sure you'll find it in that pleasure intoxicated brain of yours, won't you?»

«Yes daddy.» your mouth moves before your brain, and you get rewarded with a kiss on the ass, exactly where his hand print is, you reckon.

«Don't you dare be quiet. I want to hear how much you desperately crave it, princess.» his voice is thick and raspy, lust corrupting his usual calm manner of speaking.

«B-but the door…!» you object, only to get spanked again.

«And what IF they hear you? Are you afraid they'll discover how much of a slut you are for me and my cock, hm?» he buries his fingers deeper in your pussy, leaving only his knuckles out.

«A-ah..!» you scream, arching your back higher.

In. Out. In. Out.

At one point you start bucking your hips to meet him, evidence being his groaning as your ass smacks his wrist, causing a slapping sound that echoes in the silence of his office, amplified by the hollow space beneath the floor.

«You're so tight..!» he groans, as he continues fingering you.

You moan his name over and over again, unable to resist his carefully calculated motions.

«I..I think I'm gonna cum..!» you scream yet again, as he inserts one last finger. Four long fingers stretching you out.

But, to your disappointment, it's over way too soon.

He retracts, leaving you hungry and empty, needing to be filled, a sense of emptiness overwhelming you.

«Daddy please…» you whine, as he lifts you up, making you sit with your legs spread out and your pussy facing him.

He shoves his fingers in your mouth, making you instinctively suck on them.

As you suck on his fingers drool starts escaping the corners of your mouth, dripping on your bare breasts.

Then suddenly you feel yourself drop on your knees, and uncontrollable urge to suck him off blossoming inside you.

«Oh? You're that eager, huh?» he comments, as he drags his fingers around, smearing your lips and cheeks with your own saliva. And then his cock is out in all its glory.

«I know, I know, princess. You want it so badly, don't you?» you nod eagerly, hands still tied behind your back.

You don't wait for his permission, you just take it in your mouth; his ungodly moans fill the room: there's just something so primal in hearing him moan your name with his voice, something that makes your arousal drip down your thighs.

He grabs your hair, moving your head up and down on his shaft, and you eagerly go along with it, feeling the taste of his pre-cum starting to spill.

«That's it, princess. Don't stop…!» he basically screams, as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth: finally, after what it seems like an eternity to him, he erupts in orgasm, spurting in your mouth.

You lick your lips clean as he helps you back to your feet, his eyes veiled with a post orgasmic bliss you know way too well.

«You've been so good, princess. You deserve a reward.» he cooes, kissing you. His hands are on your back, holding you gently as he deepens the kiss.

«Tell me. – his cold breath tickles your lips, making you shiver – You want my cock, don't you?»

You nod, staring at him in pure spellbound attraction. You can't tell what feeling rises in your heart, so you decide to ignore it for the time being.

Soon enough you can feel the delicious sensation of him stretching you out with his cock, filling you up to every last inch. You finally feel full again, the uncomfortable emptiness gone, filled by the only thing you had desired all day: HIM. You cry his name out, as he relentlessly pounds into you, your tits jiggling with every thrust of his big cock.

«You're even tighter now..!» he screams, as he continues pounding: his cock repeatedly hits your G-spot, making you see stars.

The pleasure is just too good, too overwhelming, your insides clenching around him, milking him dry.

«Daddy please I want to touch you..» you whine, as he relentlessly hammers himself into you.

«Please..» you beg again, extending your head to kiss his neck.

«You're so fucking cute, princess. Alright.» he finally gives in, freeing your wrists.

Your hands are instantly on his shirt: you tear it open, revealing his toned body marked with numerous scars.

You kiss one on his neck, licking his skin; little goosebumps surface, making you shiver.

Every thrust has your bodies crashing together, and you hold onto him for dear life, your nails probably leaving marks on his body, marking him like he marks you.

«I need you to cum with me, princess..!» he growls in your ear, as his mouth is now on your neck, biting hard, literally forgetting about the secrecy you were supposed to maintain.

His fingers travel down, and soon enough your clit is assaulted by his perfect ministrations, making you twitch and pant, your body leaning on him for support.

«Come on, princess. Give it to me. I need you to give me your all.» he cooes again, and soon enough you're cumming all over him, coating his shaft with your sweet arousal.

He follows right after, his cum filling you up to the brim, so much it starts leaking out, trickling down your spread thighs.

«That's a good girl.» he praises you, still inside you. He has no intention to break that sweet link between you two.

You end up cuddling with him on his lap while he's sitting on his office chair. He's covered you with his coat, making you rest his head on his warm chest, and you finally stop wondering if the entirety of the Fortress heard you or not.

#wriothesley #genshin wriothesley #the duke genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact wriothesley #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #smut #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #female reader #shameless smut #yall this man be living rent free in my head #more tags to be added

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operation-steal-chans-laptop · 2 years ago

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Okay, hear me out,

Soft dom! Changbin who grabs you as soon as you step out of the shower with just your bathrobe covering you and takes you to the living room without giving you a chance to get dressed, all while softly kissing and caressing you, the usual nice and quiet evenings you guys spend together

Changbin who sits onto the couch first and then sits you down on his lap, your back against his chest as he finds the sensitive spot behind your ear and makes sure to give it extra attention while he softly grabs and caresses your tummy and its pillow soft rolls

Changbin who unties your robe and is so well aware of how sensitive your tits are for him and uses it to his full advantage to while he holds you firm with his other big strong arm in his lap while you get more squirmy and needy for him

Changbin who then feels up your folds and smirks at how wet he's gotten you within minutes, calling you his good, needy girl as he keeps going, watching you slowly go further deep into your subspace while rubs your wetness all around, with your head lolling back onto his shoulder

Changbin who calls your name out and tries to draw your attention to him to ask you to open your eyes but you're too far gone to hear him over your moans so he stops for a few seconds, just to slap your pretty cunt next and chuckles a little as he watches your eyes snap open and focus on his face. He then grabs your face while squishing both your cheeks and makes you look a little to your left, for you to finally look at the full-length mirror he got fixed next to the tv unit, as you watch his eyes viciously trained onto your cunt through the mirror

"I possibly could never get enough of how pretty you look in my hold like this, all vulnerable, fuzzy, and fucked out for me. Its only fair you get to have a look at yourself like this too princess"

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Bruh the changbin brainrot is so fucking real my brain is mush rn because of this man

Also can I get an anon emote?

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?!? Thank you for blessing me with this!!!!!!! I really don’t have much to add to it because practically perfect, but here’s what I can contribute to this masterpiece <3

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Your head rests on his shoulder, watching yourself in the mirror, admiring the way his hands grab hold of your waist and how his biceps flex as he helps you grind on him. You watch how his body rolls so fluidly up into yours and they way his grip tightens as he gets closer to release. Once again, your eyes begin to flutter shut. Changbin’s breathy grunts fanning your ear and sweet praises rolling off his tongue, “look how good you take it. I fit in you so well, don’t I baby? It’s like we’re meant for each other. Doing such a good job for me. So pretty” After a while, you can’t hear his praises anymore your pleasure all consuming as you near your high.

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Of course you can get an anon emote! Choose whatever one you’d like sweetheart <3

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on my knees hands clasped together in front of me pleading for you to infodump about your fic in which vertina is jolie’s human wife

oh noo, I fear you're gonna be disappointed 😖😖 the fic is not about them 👉🏻👈🏻 im not even sure if they would have appeared

it's actually a sokeefe fic that consumed my brain for -checks notes- four whole days, in which I wrote 8.4k words. I got inspired by this AU. I have actually mentioned it a little before in this blog, I asked for headcanons on what each member of the gang would study/wear/like, because it's a human!college!au, and I actually made a pinterest board with fashion inspo for Biana, Sophie, Keefe and Fitz lmao (you can check it out here if you wanna) and a spotify playlist for Biana and Sophie like those you can make with a friend where spotify automatically fills it with music according to the tastes of each of you

so basically my general idea was that Sophie and Keefe meet at a party where they make out and then the next day they bump into each other at Everglen for spring break. I was writing it on the go bc I hadnt written fanfiction in 12 years (something got into my brain last year and I had an idea for an Eragon fanfic, wrote like a page then got busy, and now this one) so I only had a vague idea of what I wanted to happen which was: make out/have sex at party so its real awkward the next day at everglen (I basically got to this point before the brainrot stopped), couple nightly accidental meetups bc neither of them can sleep, talk about their trauma??, have sex again??, and that was it 😂

but me being me, I got really into making it make sense. So the ~Lore~ I came up with was:

The Reuwens adopted Sophie and Amy after the Fosters died in a fire (cuz we gotta keep it in theme right?)

Jolie lives, and is happily married with Vertina. Fuck Brady (didnt think too much about what happened to him, but maybe he couldve gone to jail?)

Jolie is an adult and out of the house ofc, she's still 15 years older than Sophie

The Reuwens have an animal sanctuary, I was thinking horse sanctuary also inspired by another fanfic I read (but that one was a Haikyuu one)

Sophie drives an old pick-up truck, and Biana has a Suzuki Vitara Live (which she got to spite Luzia Vacker, who is her great-aunt and very conservative. It was a compromise, Biana wanted a Ram pick-up bc Luzia was all "ladies should only drive small cars" but Della and Alden got her to accept the Suzuki) (< that was inspired by my own experience with a family friend who wanted me to sell him my Renault Sandero Stepway and he would give me a Chevrolet Spark bc it was "better for girls")

Foxfire is a college

Sophie, Biana and Stina are roommates. They rent an apartment together (they're in third year, Sophie transferred to Foxfire in second year and got placed as Biana's roommate, who wasnt happy bc she hadnt had one before, but they became friends after helping each other with classes stuff)

Likewise, Fitz, Keefe, Dex and (I was still deciding if) Tam live together in a house (it's Cassius')

Sophie and Biana dont like Stina and she doesnt like them either

Sophie ends up going with Biana to Fitz and Keefe's party bc Stina goaded her about being boring, and then also ends up in Keefe's room to spite Stina

Sophie and Stina are both studying to be veterinarians (the college situation is a mix of how I know american colleges work and how they work in my country)

Biana I was thinking fashion design and/or art. Keefe also art

Also I got an anon after I asked for hcs that mentioned poli-sci/law for Fitz but also culinary so I was thinking he started poli-sci/law at Alden's behest (like Alvar) but then changed majors to culinary. I was thinking to give him and Biana issues with parental expectations and all that (but probably not super detailed)

Dex's major was mechanical ingeneering, and also he and Biana are dating

Also the reason Sophie was spending spring break with Biana and not the Reuwens was that Jolie and Vertina were in their honeymoon, and Grady and Edaline got excited so Sophie and Amy convinced them to go on their own couples trip, and then Amy made plans with her roommate so Biana invited Sophie to Everglen

No one knew Keefe was gonna go too. I was thinking he had a fight with Cassius about the party the morning after so Fitz told him to just go to Everglen with him

and I think that was it. i'm sorry it wasnt more joliexvertina centric, I hope you enjoyed it anyway

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #kotlc fandom #kotlc thoughts #kotlc au #kotlc fanfiction #sophie foster #keefe sencen #biana vacker #dex diznee #fitz vacker #kotlc keefe #kotlc biana #kotlc sophie #kotlc fitz #kotlc dex #stina heks #kotlc fanfic #lune talks

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shinjisdone · 5 months ago

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I've been inflicted with VS brainrot and am currently in progress of making an oc. Also, I read all your Thorfinn series, and oh my god, that was so good. I need to share my brainrot about that later, but I'm sharing this for now.

This probably will have a lot to do with how I characterize my oc, but hear me out: feral dog x feral cat type energy. Like, yes, Thorfinn does have cat tendencies, but he's 100% more of a dog to me.

So what if someone joined up with the band who's sort of weird, for lack of a better word? (I'm using female pronouns because my oc will probably end up being a girl. We love weird girls.) She doesn't seem to speak to anyone, no one is really sure if she can even talk, period. She just sort of stares at them, not really acknowledging them, but she is, in fact, very aware of their every move.

No one can touch her in combat. Either she's too fast or she cuts down anyone who gets in range of her spear. The way she uses it is different from a normal warrior, at least among the band, she moves in a deadly dance that indicates expert training.

She eats her meals alone and practically refuses to eat in any other scenario. That's also really the only time anyone can understand her, despite her eternal quiet, she makes her displeasure known with a glare almost as deadly as Thorfinn's. Or if someone keeps pushing, a good stab wound will keep them away.

Despite their similar ages, her and Thorfinn don't really get along at first, if at all. It could be said that they're too similar that they clash. They both are quiet and deadly fighters who have difficult pasts and trauma that led them here. The difference is in how they deal with it.

Thorfinn is consumed by his rage and emotions, despite trying to appear unfeeling most of the time. She appears to be the opposite, seeming almost like an emotionless doll who's logic and motives are difficult to understand. Lashing out vs Repressing every feeling till numb.

I think that attitude pisses Thorfinn off, how she seems to just blindly follow orders without thinking for herself. While she just quietly takes whatever verbal attack he throws at her with that stare of hers. After this initial confrontation(?) they don't really interact outside of maybe being paired up for one of Askeladd's schemes.

I feel like it'd take something similar to what happened in your story, an unexpected act of kindness, to start breaking the ice between them. Maybe Thorfinn gets injured badly, and she basically has to force him to let her treat it. I'm talking, having to hold his stubborn ass down to deal with it. Maybe this is the first time she actually speaks, a simple "Let me help you."

Things start to shift between them after that, the first step for the cat and dog to realize that they never were enemies.

I didn't really get into the weird shit they'd probably do, as the resident feral cat and dog they are but I hope you see what I'm trying to convey.

putting on my reading glasses

honestly, an reader who is just as hostile as Thorfinn and even better, silent and hostile to the rest of the band is really good. it makes the angst and slow burn write itself.

also yes"!!!!! Thorfinn IS dog energy! But the bad, barking and biting kind!

also their different approach to deal with the violence and trauma also leads to really good conflicts on who is doing what right and while the other tries to understand the other, they cannot meet eye to eye and sliiiiight resentment might start to build ooooooohh

and honestly it would be peak, it would be mwah chef kiss if the oc is kept as mysterious and closed off to keep Thorfinn and others guessing and for the angst to consume all.

mwah mwah very nice big red stamp with 'approved' slammed on it

#ask #oc tag #vinland saga #vinland saga thorfinn #rambles #very good yes yes yes #drinking my tea to this

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mrs-dr-reid · 1 year ago

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Babysitting

(A Spencer Reid x Fem!OC Fic)

Pairing: Dad!Spencer Reid x Mom!Adri Carmichael (my CM OC)

Summary: Spencer is charged with babysitting the LaMontagne boys as well as little Addie Carmichael-Reid while the BAU Ladies have a night out

Genre: Fluff, Dad!Spence Brainrot

Warnings: Toothrotting fluff, Dad!Spence (need I say more?)

A/N: This is something I finished writing solely for my Discord friend, Ozzie. But also because I love writing Spencer's interactions with my OC after they have their daughter. Also, I'm not gonna bother switching this out of diary-entry style, so have fun with that. Also also, Henry is like 8, Michael is 6 months old, Addie is 2 months old, and my faceclaim for Adri is Amanda Seyfried. Just throwing that out there

Word Count: 1467

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Status Report:

I just witnessed the cutest thing in the world. I was out with Tara, JJ, and Penelope for a ladies night, and Spencer volunteered to watch all three kiddos (Henry, Michael, and Addie) for the evening because Will was planning on going out with some of his old coworkers at the police station and was concerned about finding a sitter so last minute. Spencer brought me and Addie over to JJ and Will’s because he insisted it would be easier to bring Addie there instead of bringing the boys to our place, and I went upstairs to get ready with the ladies. At the same time, Will gave Spencer the rundown on what the boys needed to get done while we were out. I found everyone in JJ and Will’s master bathroom, and we started getting ready. Tara said, “Are we sure Reid can handle three kids all at once?”, while putting on mascara, so JJ replied, “Well, he did a pretty good job with Henry last time we went out for a ladies' night,” while curling her hair, and both Penelope and I let out joking shudders because all of us got AWFUL hangovers from that night, and Spencer still hasn’t let us forget that we didn’t come back until after sunrise when we said we’d only be gone a couple hours. It also didn’t help that the next morning we had to go support Hotch at his triathlon and all of us were MISERABLE from how bright it was and from all the cheering.

Once we were all ready, we went back downstairs to find Spencer already doing a kid’s puzzle with Henry while bouncing Michael and Addie on his knees. I melted at the sweetness of the scene, then went over to kiss him on the lips before I said, “We shouldn’t be out any later than midnight. I’m the designated driver and JJ isn’t drinking, so we’ll make sure we don’t leave you hanging all night,” which earned a pointed look and a, “Thank god,” from him. I giggled, then squatted down and said, “You’ll be good for Daddy, right?”, to Addie, who flapped her little arms and babbled happily at me. I smiled and said, “Good,” before kissing her nose with a comically exaggerated “Mwah!” sound to make her laugh, then standing up and calling, “Let’s go, Ladies! Party time waits for no one!”, the girls following me out the door while extending their thank you’s to Spencer, who just held up a hand and told us to have fun. And fun, we had. I honestly can’t remember the last time I got to hang out with my best gal pals outside of work like that. We obviously didn’t get up to the same level of debauchery as last time since JJ and I stayed sober the whole night to keep the other ladies on track (still being breastfeeders meant no alcohol for us), but we still had a good time.

Tara and Penelope were giggling messes the whole way back to JJ and Will’s due to the large but still reasonable amount of alcohol they consumed, and we pulled into the driveway at about a quarter after 11. Tara and Penelope were staying the night in the guest bedroom, so they quietly dragged their inebriated butts upstairs while JJ and I followed behind them with lovingly exasperated looks on our faces. The tv was still on and playing what I think was a Spider-Man cartoon, and when I saw a familiar mop of unruly hair poking over the back of the couch, I put out a hand to stop JJ from walking and pointed. She nodded, then the two of us tiptoed around to the front of the couch and proceeded to melt, because Spencer was fast asleep on the couch with Henry snuggled into his side and both Michael and Addie knocked out on his chest. Both of us whipped out our phones and took several pictures (making sure the flash wasn’t on so we wouldn’t wake them up), then I went over and kissed Spencer’s forehead before whispering, “Honey, we’re back,” which made his nose scrunch before he opened his eyes while mumbling, “Mmm, what time is it?”

I smiled and said, “20 after 11. Tara and Penny are staying the night, so I was gonna help JJ bring the boys up to bed before I bring you guys home,” so he said, “No, you go put Addie in the car, I’ll help JJ and pack up Addie’s stuff,” while gesturing for me to grab our daughter off of his chest. I did so, then he very carefully handed Michael to JJ before he scooped Henry up and nodded for JJ to go in front of him. He whispered, “I’ll be out in a minute, okay?”, so I whispered back, “Okay,” he smiled, then pressed a chaste kiss to my lips before following JJ upstairs to the boys’ rooms. I shook my head fondly as I watched him go, then strapped Addie into her car seat and brought her out to the car, her not stirring even a little bit the whole time (if there’s one thing she inherited from me, it’s my ability to sleep like the dead in any circumstance). I started up the car (double-checking that the radio was off first), and then Spencer made his way out and plunked into the passenger seat. I giggled, and he let out an only slightly melodramatic sigh before saying, “Thank you for not being out until sunrise again,” so I replied, “You’re welcome. Thank you for taking care of the Three Stooges all night,” which made him wave a hand and say, “Anything for my favorite ladies. Now let’s go home,” causing me to roll my eyes lovingly before saying, “As you wish, My Love,” and pulling out of the driveway.

We made it back to the apartment, and Spencer got out of the car to grab Addie’s car seat while insisting I go ahead and get ready for bed since he was already in a hoodie and sweatpants. I gave in, then as I was taking my makeup off in our bathroom after changing into some pajamas, I heard Addie babbling nonsensically and Spencer talking indistinctly. I went back into our bedroom to find him walking around with a swaddled-up Addie in his arms, and every time she let out a coo or a squeak, he’d say something like, “Really? I never knew that,” or, “Wow, Precious, that’s incredible!”, which made my heart practically turn to mush and a dopey, love-sick smile spread across my face. Spencer turned around to see me standing there, and his smile got even bigger before he teased, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” which made me scoff and say, “Photographic memory, Wise Guy. Don’t need to,” earning an eye roll from my partner.

I walked over to him, then said, “You get in bed, I’ll put her back to sleep,” and when he said, “You sure, Adri?”, I said, “Yes, Love, now give me my Little Lady,” while holding out my hands expectantly. He chuckled, then handed me Addie before kissing my forehead, crawling into bed, and grabbing the book he was rereading for the eighth time. I said, “Okay, Baby Genius, time for your bedtime song,” while adjusting Addie’s blanket, and Addie reached up to grab at my finger as I started to sing, “Edelweiss, Edelweiss, every morning you greet me. Small and white, clean and bright. You look happy to meet me,” Addie cooing at me while I rocked her back and forth. She fell asleep after two choruses, so I very carefully slid her into her crib and tucked her in before whispering, “Sweet Dreams, Miss Adeline,” and climbing into bed beside Spencer, who was looking at me with more love in his eyes than the day we finally told the team we were together.

He whispered, “You’re incredible, Adri. You know that, right?”, so I replied, “You tell me every day, My Love. I know. You’re pretty fantastic, too,” before leaning closer and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He smiled against my mouth, then when I pulled away, he quirked an eyebrow at me and said, “Bedtime?”, which made me let out a tiny snort and confirm, “Bedtime,” making another smile spread across his face. He turned the lamp on his bedside table off, and I snuggled against his chest while letting out a content sigh. I felt his lips press against the top of my head and I heard him whisper, “I adore you, Adrienne Carmichael,” so I whispered back, “I adore you too, Spencer Reid,” before letting the sweet caress of sleep overtake me. That’ll be all for now. Talk soon!

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Let me know in the comments if you want to be added

#logan writes #criminal minds #spencer reid x fem!oc #adri carmichael #dad!spencer reid

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