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pepperstories · 5 months ago

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Emergency Contact | Joseph Quinn

Warnings: SMUT! MDNI! Don't suck cock and drive please. That is very dangerous and also against the law. This is pretty much a series. Booty Call Joe. Tasty morsel of a man that he is.

Word Count: 3384

NSFW! 18+

A photo shoot prop worth the joy ride. Joe drove a smidge above the speed limit and enjoyed the gust of wind rattling through the sports car. The photo shoot was a success. The suit was ridiculous, but worthy of the name and the exciting chill he felt through his scalp from the excess water made him feel alive.

That was until he got a text from you.

You weren’t far away. A hideout bar in the centre of London, drinking dirty martini’s with work colleagues after a gruelling, unforgiving day in your black suede heels he loved so much.

He pictures you in the almost see through white shirt. A peekaboo bra that threatened to reveal the secrets Victoria longed to keep. A grey or black pencil skirt that shaped and hugged you perfectly enough to seem professional but flattering to draw the attention from the eyes of those in the dark bar you currently sat.

It was casual. A hook up that was established long before his current limelight and claim to fame. A mere Tinder date that was successful enough to lay the ground rules to some of the best fucks he’s ever experienced without the need for chocolates, flowers and general validation.

But he cared for you. You spoke about past relationships and how it just didn’t fit around your lifestyle. You’re favourite Ramen flavours when you’ve had too much red wine to cook an actual meal. The books you have strategically placed around your apartment that threaten to fall each time he makes an impromptu thrust of his hips into your welcoming cunt.

You cared for him. His love for the theatre and the books he had gracing the walls of his single occupancy flat in the centre of London. His flourish of knowledge on Hollywood gossip you wouldn’t find in the gossip columns of magazines. And his expert technique of making you cum with a tightening of his fingers around your neck and a flick of his tongue on your clit.

It was an understanding between the both of you: Things were perfect just the way they were.

So as he drove at top speed, his destination a small, darkly light pub just shy of the Shard. Just past 1 am and he could feel his cock twitching at the prospect of fucking you in a vintage sport car. Too far from home to even attempt the chivalry of fucking you in a nice comfy bed after a long 8 hours, he needed you now.

The narrowing streets were enough to tell him that he was close. The one way system was a permanent tattoo in his brain from growing up near the City. The small enclosed lanes getting tighter and tighter as he neared the corner you said you would wait.

A flash. His headlights. They caught the silvery grey of your duster jacket and you checked your watch and adjusted your handbag. A slight tilt in your step which he believed to be the alcohol.

Smirking at your anxious and somewhat impatient rocking that you do when you’re horny, he pulled up swiftly. You stood where a space was available, how thoughtful.

Glancing into the car, your face was a slight tinge of red. An alcoholic flush that kept you warm but caused a shiver to run down your vertebrae. A sports car was just the icing on the ever growing arousal that kept you from calling it a night.

“You looking for a good time?” Was all you said before swinging the car door open.

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Cramped. That was the only word that came to mind as you lifted your leg over to straddle him. A small enclosed piece of land between zones was where he decided to park. Not conspicuous in the slightest, but added enough danger to the situation to make the event much more pleasurable.

“Could you have chosen a smaller car?” You breathed out. The smell of tangy lime and stiff alcohol on your breath as it puffed into his face. He could only laugh at himself. He thought you would find this sexy.

“I thought I would impress you?” You scoffed slightly, manoeuvring the lace of your underwear down your leg and chucking it onto your bag in the back seat. His obnoxious zipper catching the inside of your thigh.

“You don’t have to impress me. You do that enough already.” It was flirting. A slight blush rising from his neck as he pulled you into a kiss. Both of your hands threading into the near dry curls on his head. He moved his hands from the dip on your back to between you. Unfastening the belt and trousers he had put on in a rush this morning. Not exactly the easiest combo for this soirée.

You settled on neck, just below his earlobe, where he liked it. His head dipping down every so often to see the progress of getting the trousers off his waist. A frustrated grunt here and there as he struggled with the angle. Too conscious of the fact that you were already a mere inch from a concussion should you jerk up suddenly.

“Fuck! I thought this would be hot as fuck.” His frustrated outburst was enough for you to sigh. His attempts at removing his pants were unsuccessful unless you stepped out of the car. Not ideal should a passing motorist or God forbid, a police car, should pass you.

“Why don’t we just go back to mines?” You suggested. More for the fact that your unforgiving hangover tomorrow will be better settled in your own bed. A walk of shame was not on the cards this weekend.

“I have an early shoot tomorrow. I also need to bring this car back.” His grimace was enough to tell you that this wasn’t going to happen tonight. Kissing his lips, you settled yourself back over into the passenger seat. The cool air settling between your legs as your sat back.

“It’s fine. Could you take me back into town? I can get a cab.” There was a hint of a smile. Enough to tell him that you were disappointed but not angry. Adjusting his seat and trousers. He nodded, pulling the seatbelt over his shoulder and starting the engine.

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City lights were the best part of going into London. Illuminating the skyline with hues of the colour wheel. It reflected on your tired face as he drove through the still busy streets of London. His cock still twitching in his trousers, he adjusted and readjusted too many times for it not to go unnoticed.

Tilting your head round to him, you looked around the busy streets and glanced into the rear view mirror. No sign of flashing blue lights or an impatient motorist tailing too close behind.

Adjusting yourself in the seat, you simply advised to keep driving, eyes forward and don’t be too obvious. Unsure of the command, he simply nodded and set his gaze forward, focusing on the crude rusted metal of the Vauxhall Corsa in front of him.

Ripping away the buttons and zipper on his trousers, you pulled his cock free from his boxers. The soft pale flush of skin a dull comparison to the angry red tip. You weren’t completely settled on the idea of getting him off and leaving the small motor without at least some relief. Although he was driving through London city, your focus was on the task at hand. A tight squeeze of your fingers around the base of his cock, you pulled the soft foreskin down enough to reveal his leaking tip and the pulsing skin of his frenulum. All and all, he was fit to burst.

You sensed him raising his hand above the crown of your head and then settle back on the wheel multiple times. His concentrations wearying as you hollowed out your mouth and slide down the full length of him. Tongue flat against his soft under side of his cock, you bobbled and sucked. You done it within an inch of your life. You didn’t tease, you didn’t force yourself down. This was for his pleasure and you needed him to cum.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me wreck.” His eyes were rolling on their own accord. His hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. No red lights, no busying traffic, he found himself driving towards the Burroughs where you lived. Without setting your sights on the location, you hummed and moaned against him. His stomach tensing, his body rolling forward at the sensation. The tip of your tongue tracing the sensible vein that ran alongside his shaft.

Although you were no amateur to fallacio, your attention to detail haltered slightly when he seemed to get harder and larger in your mouth. Realising that his anatomy was so finely tuned to the need your body had.

“I’m going to cum. Fuck, hold it there.” He spread the palm of his hand out across the base of your skull, thrusting slightly up into your gaped oral cavity and causing the stream of saliva to drool out of your mouth and on to his smart grey trousers. The strategically placed uvula that dangles at the back of your throat now coated in his spent, he done his usual thing: grunt, gasp and heavy breath between his chapped lips.

Cleaning off the rest of him, you suctioned off his cock with an obscene pop, looking up at him as you done so. The beautiful scarlet red of his lip stuck between the pearly whites. Lifting yourself back into you seat, you realised he had stopped. The dimly lit street was familiar and you gave him a confused lift of your eyebrow.

“I thought you had to give the car back?” Your tone was teasing but serious.

“They know where to find me.” Was all he said before pulling your crinkled shirt in his hands and pulling you over the handbrake for an open mouthed kiss. His hands sliding into your hair where your skull meets your spine. Fingers splayed and massaging the tense muscle. Sliding your tongue into his mouth, you felt his wandering free hand skim up the fabric of your work skirt and feeling the hold ups underneath. Pulling away from the kiss, he looks straight into your glazed eyes and kneed the seam of the lace hidden so carefully underneath.

“They’re your favourite.”

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It wasn’t a matter of how quick he could get you up the stairs, but if he could restrain himself enough to get you in bed. With a turn of the key, he bundles you up from behind and slams you against the nearest wall. Your face smooshed into the wallpaper and he pulls your jacket from behind and tosses it into your flat. His arms rounding you to pull apart the shirt he loved so much. All the while, he whispered filth into your ear. Sucking on the delicate lobe, he asked how wet you were, imagining the pressing and tightening of your thighs all night as you waited for him. How he was going to fuck you against this wall because there was no way he could walk the 20 paces into your bedroom.

He pulls the shirt off your shoulders, letting the garment hang around your skirt where it was tucked. The soft skin on your shoulder a reddish hue from your bra strap as he pulled it off to place wet opened mouthed kisses to it. Your panting and wanting was only urging him forward in his mission. Thumbing both nipples over your bra as you pushed your arse against him. His kisses roamed your cervical spine, placing soft pecks to the inter-vertebral discs as he watched you relax further into his touch. Reaching the middle of your back, he replaces his mouth with his fingers, rubbing two fingers underneath the clasp of your pretty bra and using his thumb to pull free. You whipped it off before he could and turned in his arms as he took to his knees in front of you.

He had no words. Your eyes a drunken, sexual glaze. Your neck hollowed from the deep gasping breaths you were taking and your perfect tits sloped and pert just for him. He decided he wasn’t going to take the skirt off at that very moment. Tilting his head to at you, he places both hands on each ankle. Running his hands up the velvety soft material of your light stockings and pushing up the impossibly tight pencil skirt. The fabric releasing it’s grasp of your full thighs and wide hips and nestled just below your bellybutton.

Nothing. You were bare to him. The V-Shaped valley of your cunt in perfect view. The modest little wax job you had since the last time you saw him left a tuff of curly hair that rested just above your clit. The rest was the perfectly smooth and hair free skin he couldn’t wait to taste. Your puffy lips rippling with anticipation as he leans forward to place a kiss on your pubic bone.

Pulling a leg over his shoulder, he licks a long thick stripe from your hole to your clit. A shaking breath coming from you and pushing your splayed fingers through his soft curls. Wrapping his lips around your clit, he flicks at a quick pace and marvelled in the mewling sounds you make from above. Gripping his hair tighter and moving your leg higher for him, he latches on harder and licks faster. His lower half holding up your sliding weight as you arch off the wall.

You weren’t sure what to feel in the moments leading up, but your body was buzzing with pleasurable electricity. His tongue grounding you with his fast and hard licks. His soft tight curls in between your clammy fingers. You gasped and tightened as he suctioned your clit between his lips. Suddenly he stood, grabbing your soft cheeks and pulling you into a kiss. Lifting your leg around his waist as he began to grind his hips into your soft cunt. The perfect hard friction you needed to cum loudly into his mouth.

He was surprised at your quick finish. Your shaking leg against his hip as your cunt pulsed against his clothed cock. It was enough for him to pull away from the kiss, unbuckle his belt and feel then slid down his legs. Taking your other leg, he pulls you up against the wall and forces you to wrap and hold your weight against his hips.

Gasping into his open mouth, he shifted his weight back and held you with one arm. The adrenaline from what was about to happen giving him the strength to hold your entire weight against him. Doing his signature move, licking a thick saliva filled strip down his hand and looking you straight in the eye as he done it, he pumped his cock straight into you.

It was the fullest you ever felt and it told you a lot about what was happening. The head of his cock striking your cervix straight on as he pushed straight in. The feeling of his cock still a stranger to your being as he moaned into your mouth. He settled into you before he began his thrusts. It was hard and true as he fuck you straight into the wallpaper. The slick feeling of his cock causing you to moan and pant into his mouth as he licked at your top lip each thrust he done.

A slick sound in the air of your small apartment as the headlights from the passing car gave you a glimpse of his thrusting cock into your wet hole.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Was all he said as he thrust up into the spongy interior of your cunt. Your legs becoming somewhat numb from the position you had adopted. Words were hard to form in that moment. Biting back a sense of reality to relish in the continuous stokes he was giving you. It was a sense of passion you had never felt before. Warm brown eyes staring straight into yours. Forget about corporate mergers, Excel spreadsheets with broken coding, too tight a skirt and dirty martini's with colleagues you hardly knew. This is where you wanted to be.

It wasn't long before your breathe hitched. His mocking gasp in your face and the smirk highlighting the crinkle cut laughter lines on his face as he brought you closer. The stamina of his hips meeting yours. The angle he had you placed was striking that pink wet wall at the base of your cervix. Enough pain to produce pleasure and enough pleasure to dull the pain.

"I'm gonna cum, keep fucking going." You didn't recognise your own voice. Whether it was the alcohol in your system or the fucked out A-lister pounding his way into your womb, your voice sounded miles away.

"Wasn't going to. Never will." He grunted. A squeeze of your arse cheek and a hike of your leg pushed you further up the wall but him closer to your breast bone. The shlick of sweat gathering between the valley of your breasts was no match for Joe's skilled tongue laying flat and gliding up the column of your neck.

The creamy base of his cock pulled strings of moisture up to your clit, the friction being enough to pull a haunting groan from your lips. Something Joe was quick to pick up on.

"Right there? This where you need me?" He moved impossibly hard now. Deep thrusts that were wet and plentiful. He felt it before you, the pulsing ripple of your cunt swallowing him whole. No award. No character he played ever made him feel like this. Never made him work so hard to please. It was all you.

"Fuck!" He felt you jolt as it took you higher. A soaring wave that made your fingernails bite into his shoulders, your head fall against the wall and his cock to sputter inside you.

"Where do you want me, love? Hm? Inside? You want me to cum inside and fill you up?" His thrusts were calculated now. The aftermath of your orgasm tittering out as you thrashed and pinched your eyebrows at him. You almost looked savage as you growled and rolled your hips to meet his.

"Inside. Fuck, cum inside me." You said through gritted teeth. A manic, desperate look in your eyes. Just looking at you was enough. He felt himself slipping and sliding inside your cunt. His hands holding the majority of your bouncing weight as he felt his cock slide against your public bone. It made him possessed.

Howling into your neck, he came with three striking thrusts. You didn't think you could get any further up the wall until he proved you wrong with his finish. Heaving, wet breathes into your neck, he grounded his feet below up and held you close.

"Too hot. Too much. Too fucking good." Was all you thought as Joe rubbed his forehead into your breasts. His heavy breathing sweeping over the lace of your bra and cooling your damp sweat slick skin. Pulling his head up to look at you, you searched for something. A weaver of doubt. An inking of regret. Instead, you saw a stillness. A familiar relaxed lull in his eyes that made you feel safe. It was intoxicating.

"We're far too good at that." Was all he laughed out as he sighed against your neck. Soft little pecks to your jugular and needing hands on your thighs. "Hmm, I bet you never spoke about this in your interview's" A little snarky but witty, he softly bit the taunt skin of your chin making you yelp as he pulled out and slide you down his body until your toes touched the ground. He held you firmly against the wall still, tippy toes just allowing you the height for him to kiss you soundly and passionately on the lips. A thank you.

"Wait." You mumbled against his lips, his dark chocolate eyes opening again to look at you. A cute little head tilt thrown into the bargain. "How do they know the car is here?" A raised eyebrow was enough to make him bite his lip. Anticipation building as he pondered the right response. "You're my emergency contact."

#joseph quinn #Smut #Joe Quinn #Red Car Smut #pepperstories #Joseph Quinn Fanfiction #joseph quinn x reader

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mari-lair · 1 year ago

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I want to talk about Killua and Gon's separation.

There is a lot to untangle so let's start with Killua's mentality after the Chimera Ant Arc.

Killua is aware of how much Gon hurt him, and he understands that even if Gon's bond and dept with Kite is not something he can relate to, this pain isn't something he can brush off either, yet, he comclude his self-reflection by calling his dilemma a burden.

This need to be valued by Gon is what made him take things personally and feel useless during their invasion.

Regardless of his own feelings and issues, Killua blames himself for not sucking up and staying there with Gon. He has for a while... Take note of how horrified he looks after Palm tells him he is the one Gon needs the most.

Any possible joy he could have gotten from being important was far too small compared to the crushing realization 'Gon needs me and I left him alone while he was suffering.'

But Killua is hurting for himself too, at how he was put in a situation where everything felt out of his control.

That makes him angry.

When yelling at Gon about how reckless and selfish he is, Killua thinks to himself "apologies...?" as a question, a question that comes right after thinking "this time I won't forgive you'', like he is trying to find an answer to how he is feeling.

He doesn't really know what he wants from Gon, how or even where to direct his anger.

But he does know what he wants from himself.

'I will definitively make you better.'

It makes his declaration feel more like a "you will be alive to apologize. You will be here when I figure it out" the apology itself isn't nearly as important.

Because his recovery is so important, Killua doesn't allow himself to think too hard about it. He can't get emotional and make mistakes again, he needs to be level headed and get things done.

Even if the ever-present fear that he will be too late to save Gon is there.

He was too late once after all.

Killua immediately loses his calm when there are no hospital curtains or glass windows between them.

Even with Nanika by his side to give him strength, he is tense from the moment he reaches for Gon's hand. It breaks him to witness exactly how bad Gon state has become.

Translations vary but the sense of urgency is prevalent, even with his mission accomplished, his wish a touch away, he shows zero relief, he acts like he is too late again, desperate to help him.

There is no 'Gon is invincible. He heals super fast from everything.' mentality anymore, and even the hope he has been clinging to that 'Nanika is amazing, she can heal Gon' gets destroyed.

Is just him and the brutal reminder Gon can fall.

So when Gon gets up, against all odds, Killua is happy. The joy is stronger than his grief.

He downplays his worry, and keeps it casual, when he tells Gon to watch out for himself, but he is genuinely happy when Gon thanks him.

That's what I believe Killua really wanted from the start, not an apology but a thank you. It always hit him hard when Gon thanks him, be it when Killua is happy, or at his lowest:

Killua just didn't believe he deserved a "thank you", not after being put far too many responsibilities on himself and drowning in failures. But now, things are okay.

For as difficult as Killua's life is, he does like to focus on the good, so when he talks to Gon, who is alive and no longer blinded by grief, while being able to hold on to his little sister's hand, who is happy and free, he has no regrets, it was no problem. He would do it again and again and again for them, and Gon showing appreciation of what he has done is the cherry on top.

Killua doesn't really care about the apology anymore, because he already understands Gon didn't want to hurt him, he has been by Gon's side for years, and he knows better than anyone that Gon is a kind boy who loves his friends very much, and is far too harsh on himself.

So Killua acknowledges his pain but he keeps it light-hearted and brief. He doesn't want his best friend to focus on this, as Gon is prone to, so after Gon gets on his knees to apologize, Killua thanks him.

Which is something Killua rarely does, most of his thank yous are either casual or in monologues Gon isn't privy to. But he want to focus on the good he gained, on how his adventures and feelings for Gon are what let him take the needle out and go to Alluka's rescue instead of how he learned to fear loss.

He believes Gon is just as important to Alluka's rescue as Alluka was to his recovery. And he acknowledged Gon's issues but still value him.

So he does what he has always appreciated, and lets Gon know how valuable he is. Hurt or not, he always wants what's best for Gon. To cheer him up, to put his mind at ease.

And now that things have gotten more peaceful, they both decided that's what they focus on, on how valuable the other is. How much they enjoy each other's company and how hard it is to go their separate ways.

Even what Ging says about "What I was I looking for isn't what I ended up valuing" parallels their arrangement.

This is the end of their journey to travel the world in search of Ging, and the Chimera Ant disaster will definitively mark them, but they are still friends, and proud of it!

Which brings me to Killua's "you're number two" claim.

Personally, I do not believe he is being literal or trying to measure their value when he claims his sister is No.1. He just doesn't want to put too much pressure on Gon when he can tell Gon is still beating himself over how he treated Killua.

Palms's "You're the most important person to Gon" speech broke Killua, it crushed him with pressure, and it wasn't even Gon himself saying. Imagine how bad Gon would feel if Killua said "You're my most important person" or showed in any way how highly he holds Gon after the way Gon had snapped at him.

Add in how Gon already feels indebted to Killua, who had witnessed Gon destroy himself over his debt to Kite, and how hard it is for Gon to let Killua go... I can understand why Killua would want to downplay the situation as much as possible. Make it easier on Gon.

I don't want to downplay Alluka's importance to Killua though, she is the main reason they separate, the one that gives Killua confidence to turn his back on Gon despite how sad they look about diverging their paths, and makes Killua keep going.

Killua had nothing he wanted for a while. Now he wants to take Alluka and Nanika to travel the world, and while Gon is amazing and fun, he is also deeply intertwined with danger.

And Killua already has a lot of danger on his hands.

He needs a break from danger. From stress.

He can't protect Alluka and Nanika, while keeping an eye on Gon in their usual adventures. And he can't let himself go wild with Illumi on the hunt.

His priority is to keep Alluka safe and happy. Show her a taste of freedom and all the fun he knows exists out there.

And Killua is emotionally smart too, for as much as he is attached to Gon, I think he does realize they need time away. They will see each other again, they promised.

but right now they are too dependent.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #killua zoldyck #gon freecs #character analysis #killugon #this post is a bit all over the place but once i connected (or at least i think i did) one accidental dot it drove me insane #long post #and that was me trying to keep it short yugyugyu help

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wrathofrats · 2 months ago

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Could it be more than a pair? What if is was all the quints? With 4. "Swallow it. All of it."

Or pick you fave quint pair 🥰

Kinktober day 2: JOI / facesitting-fucking

Prompts by @kroas-adtam

What I’ve got will make you feel more alive (I’ll be your drug)

Read now or on ao3

Omega/aether/phantom/delta

Explicit. 1k. Warnings for: quintosis, light degradation stupidification, delta and phantom are menaces, I <3 QUINT BUKKAKE

Delta was just a foot away, phantom wrapped around him from behind to stroke his cock with a wicked smile plastered on his face. He loved the power, being able to stand over the person who had been bossing you around since you came topside. If omega still had any thoughts in his brain besides what was happening directly in front of him he would’ve called him a brat. But with the magic sunken deep into his mind all he could do is think about how he needed to please him.

Omegas nerves felt like they were completely exposed. As if they were standing up on end like hair with static electricity. A tingling, almost fuzzy feeling surrounded him.

Someone stood behind him with a hand carded through his hair, sharp claws running along his scalp in almost a soothing manner. Threading their fingers through the white strands, surely as a leash to keep him on even if the touch was sweet for now.

“You wanna try him out next delta?” The voice from behind him cooed, almost sultry. It sounded like aether, voice deeper than phantoms and more commanding than delta ever could be. His eyes peeled open to see who was still in front of him.

“Feed it to him phant, don’t think it can even open its mouth” deltas head fell back against phantom's shoulder as phantom tapped the tip of deltas cock onto omegas lips. They parted slightly, enough to push through and rest heavy on his tongue.

“Suck on it omega, I know you remember how” aether whispered into omegas ear. He pushed his head forward slightly, watching as the sentence restrung his brain and he hollowed his cheeks. Delta gave a low groan while phantom squeezed him at the base just to tease him as well.

Aether used his grip on omegas hair to continue fucking his mouth, up and down on delta while omega simply looked up at him and took it without protest, didn’t even gag when phantom “accidentally” shoved delta forwards.

“Fuck- close aeth, pull it off” delta panted, trying to pull out of omegas mouth. Aether pulled him off with a pop as omega gave an almost sad look behind him.

“They’re not allowed to cum yet, I promise you we will give you everything you need, in time”

Aether pushed his head forwards again as delta took a second to breath and try and calm down while phantom undid the button on his own pants. He was longer than delta was, but not as thick, hard and leaking from where he had been grinding against deltas ass.

“My turn megs, open up” omega opened up his mouth again instinctively. His jaw was surely sore, lips red and a bit swollen from being abused, but he continued to obey and do what he was told. Phantom was much less sweet than delta was, not even letting aether do the work before he had slammed into the back of his throat earning a small jump and a gag.

“Gentle, stardust. Be careful with our toy, we wouldn’t want you to break it would we?”

“This thing was made to be broken, it’s lucky you’re here to restrain us”

Aether pulled omega back slightly to try and avoid phantom choking him out anymore than he already was, a hand wrapped around his chest to take some of the pressure off his hair.

“You’re lucky you’re here at all, I’d be grateful this isn’t you instead”

Omega looked up at phantom with wet eyes as he stepped back away from his mouth. Aether gave him the sign to get away, stand with delta, lost the privilege of feeling him around his cock.

“Poor thing, they don’t know how to treat you do they? I’ll be sweet with you don’t worry” aether came around to his front, already unbuckling his belt to pull himself out, “you look so hard baby, get a hand around yourself, wanna feel you moan around my cock”

Omega reached down to touch himself, already completely bare as he kneeled before the other three quints. A mix of saliva and pre had run down his chin and matted into the hair on his chest, something one of the ghouls had mixed into their magic had his mouth leaking, dripping onto the carpet below. His strokes were jerky, sloppy. No rhythm besides trying to get off and stopping when aether had thrusted particularly hard into his mouth.

“Are you going to cum in his mouth?” Delta asked, letting phantom continue to feel him up from behind. Aether had gotten more desperate, panting and pushing omega further and further.

“You two certainly didn’t earn it, so I’m going to”

“Then what do we get?” Phantom whined. He had gotten deltas shirt off at some point, a hand stuck down his pants while the other traded between toying with his nipples and squeezing around his throat. Delta always loved the floaty feeling of getting his airway cut off, and phantom was always happy to provide.

“You can come on his face if you shut up about it” aether grunted “but I’d hurry up because once I’m done so is he”

Phantom scrambled to stand at omegas side, delta rounding the other so he was surrounded. Phantom was quick with his strokes, having pulled away early and focusing on delta he had long since lost the feeling. Delta however was slow, watched omegas hand fly over himself to try and match aether.

“Shit- squeeze it baby, play with the tip come on-“ aether looked down. It was a sight to watch, seeing omega shamelessly touch himself in order to cum in time with him. Desperate strokes that sounded slick with precum from being teased for who knows how long.

“Fuck you feel good, fucking swallow it- all of it” aether quickly spilled down omegas throat, holding his head down to the base. Phantom came first, splattering on his shoulders and hair while delta aimed more for his chest.

Cum dribbled out the sides of his mouth as he pulled off, the magic slowly unraveling itself from his mind so he could have a coherent thought once again. Sticky and tired, his old joints aching.

#delta and phantom being freaks is now my agenda #fucking WEIRDOS #UGH #LOVE THEM #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #kinktober #kinktober 2024 #wrath writes #delta ghoul #omega ghoul #aether ghoul #phantom ghoul

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clownhara · 7 months ago

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is there like a jester ocs 101 i do wanna learn about them

Putting these under a read more because this might get long

My family :)

Edward Roberts-Rosales: I made too many jokes about this bastard being my dad and now he's my dad. High key wants to fuck plants. Evades taxes like no ones business. Kind of a shit guy but it's funny to watch him mess up everything so we keep him alive for that alone Max Rosales: My better dad. Can really do so fucking much better than Edward but he settled </3. Is a plant man. Likes baking. Is the dad that actually loves me. Heron Rosales: I don't do to much with her but I'm trying to do more. Max's trans sister. Wants Edward dead and honestly, we don't blame her. Average chronic pain haver tbh please get her some Ibuprofen. Boaty McBoatface: My brother who is a boat. Edwards favorite son, despite being terrified of being on boats after he was the sole survivor of a ship wreck. I fuckinh hate this thing

Project Moon adjacent ones

Despise Domek (Or just Des): Local Enkphalin hooked rat. Goes by it/they but people close to it can call them she/her. There are two remaining people who can call them she/her. Steals things from people it likes to keep a piece of them, so don't invite them to your house. Things WILL go missing. Says the phrase "Well it didn't kill me so I'm fine" way to god damn often. Ambrose Domek: Not actually related to Des at all his parents just stole Des's parents last name. We heart religious fanaticism to the point of self harm!!!!!! Has two boyfriends and has convinced himself neither of them like him. Him and Des are besties :) Keith: Real Jester-heads remember Keith. I made this bastard before Ruina came out and he keeps fucking staying relevant to whatever game is out. How does he do it. Lobcorp him is Geb and Myo's adopted son, a Rabbit, and had a complex where he's gotta prove himself 24/7 and ends up getting his leg ripped off. Ruina him is trying to find Gebura again after the whole Library situation happened, and is wildly distraught after learning Myo's whole deal. Limbus Keith is content, much older, runs a weapons shop, and is gay married to Heathcliff. Jesus Christ I made him before the new translation of Lopcorp happened I think HOW LONG HAS HE EXISTED WHAT THE FUCK

Damien Domek: Also not related to Des, just took it's last name because he liked it. They are qprs though. Also is broke as shit but mostly stays out of the Rat lifestyle by just old fashioned robbing people. Loves lying to people for fun and profit, but he is honestly a pretty nice guy. Minus the lying

Randos

Arlo: Disgusting rancid cyborg scientist who needs to bathe and touch grass. I adore him though. Ellie: Arlos little sibling. She/they user. Kills people for money and feeds the bodies to the eldritch horror that follows her around Hector: The eldritch horror that follows Ellie around. usually just looks like a dilf tbh its easier for Ellie to explain. Can't actually speak so he usually just talks telepathically while making a bunch of hums, chirps, and clicks to mimic speaking.

Oleander: Local unethical scientist that unethicaled a bit too hard when trying to revive his even worse older brother and turned off most of his emotions manually to avoid coping with the mental toil. Sad! Many such cases. Can't feel any emotions other then joy now. Kinda sucks but he certainly doesn't seem to upset about it :)

Simon: Oleadners brother. Kinda. Moreso a robot piloting Oleanders brothers body. Fucking hates Oleander but after Oleander lobotomized himself Simon begrudgingly takes care of him now. Despite his complicated feelings, he's wildly overprotective.

Cybel: A robot Oleander made! They are meant to gather as much information as they possibly can in case some horrible event happens that kills off humanity. is quite literally indestructible. Likes ice cream.

Octavius: I made this guy to be a danganrompa villain back in high school and I succeeded too well. I fucking hate this fake ass bitch

Tabb: This fucking guy. Trapped in a time loop but he doesn't know and its technically not a time loop. Met his (now) husband ages ago but died shortly after meeting him, so he revived Tabb, then the two got married, then Tabb died again so Halt (the husband) revived him again but he lost his memories then halt died and Tabb revived him the Tabb died again so Halt revived him but he lost all his memories so they dated again and got remarried then Tabb died again and you get the idea. Very nice guy, a bit anxious, perfectly normal minus the dying thing. If it wasn't for him losing all his memories and Halt tampering with shit so he was in love with him i uh. Don't think he'd actually like Halt all that much tbh

Halt: Just wants to be happy with his husband :(. Sad he unethicaled all over that science. Hey are you noticinga theme here. Also he's a cat boy but thats really not relevant to his depression issues

Urge: Halts kinda milfy twin sister. Really sick of all of this loop bullshit because she gets to watch her bestie Tabb die repeatedly, so she packed up her bags and left. Can't be in the same room as Halt without them getting into a fist fight. Do you see the themeing with their namesan d their ideals. Halt is kinda halted in place but Urge keeps pushing forward because she has the urgeto move on. Do you see it. It is almost 1 am

Russel: A kid that got roped into this whole mess because he walked in on a Tabb revival tube without permission. Sticks around Urge most of the time. Had a bad homelife to put it mildly, so Urge took him in.

Theres way more of these bastards but these are the most relevant ones. I am going to bed now. Goobnight

#asks #scp-168 #ocs #my ocs #I'll probs pop this in the queue like 90 times so it circulates for a while.

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eustasskidagenda · 1 year ago

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hello im so excited that your ask box is open and youre taking requests! i dont request things often, so this might be a but of a weird concept, and i apologize if its too detailed. however the idea literally wont leave me alone. orz;;

maybe eustass kid has a crush on a somewhat reserved reader whose slow to open up and he hasnt quite realized thats what hes feeling until they stop on an island and meet readers childhood friend. they show a whole new side of themself with said friend by laughing openly, making stupid jokes, being much more physically affectionate. basically reader acts close with an old friend and kid gets jealous about it.

i dont mind if you do a oneshot, drabble, or headcanon, im just curious about your thoughts on this :3 thank you so much and i hope you have a great day!

Hello dear anon! Sure, I'm always happy to write for my pookie. It was fun to write, and it makes me smile a bit because Kid is such a mess, I love this angry tulip. Hope it will match your expectations. ☆

☆Kid with a s/o slow to open up

CW : g/n reader, a bit of cursing but fluff overall

WC : 700

Kid has always been loud. Whenever he's angry, he needs to shoot at someone. What can he say? His heart is filled with emotions, boiling and exploding like a thousand sparks. That's why you're a mystery. Always calm. Not letting others know what's on your mind. What makes you so quiet? He can't tell.

Just like the moon and the sun, you are polar opposites. And yet, as the sun always chases the moon, he's always looking after you. And he's everything, but not discreet. Asking loudly for almost all of his crew what they think about you and why you are so reserved.

Sure, he's used to introverted folks. Killer is one of them. But here's the difference: he can second-guess every word, thought, and breath of his best friend. He could probably achieve all of his sentences. And even through the mask, Kid could also guess the exact expression on Killer's face.

Killer, who is likely aware that Kid has a small crush on you.

Kid is genuinely frustrated. Loudly frustrated, obviously. He needs to feel in control of everything and hates when he doesn’t have a full-understanding. Usually, he fails to notice reserved people because he's taking all the attention. But there's something about you: your slight smiles, the flash in your eyes, the way you're always listening to others but never talk about yourself. He can't tell why, but it keeps his mind alert.

Perhaps you pose a bit of a challenge. Kid would never give two flying fucks about you if you were easy to see through. He's always looking after you because you're still a mystery. Sure, at the beginning, it was just to try to figure out who you really are. But now, it turned into something bigger. He hasn't noticed it yet, that’s all. Kid sucks with feelings. Feelings are actually something he hates because they make him feel weak. It puts his loved one in danger. Showing your weaknesses to enemies is a foolish move, Kid knows that perfectly.

However, everything is about to change. He decided to stop on that island for the day. For the first time, you asked to avoid robbery or harming anyone around.

"Ugh, we're pirates, y/n" Kid doesn't want to look like a nice guy. He's a tough, rude pirate. He has a reputation to uphold. For him, the only good way to open a path is by violent means. Kindness? For what? If he's still alive today, it's because he toughened up and decided to never show mercy to anyone.

"Fine, fine, I won't kill those people." Heavy sighs. But he wants to understand. He needs to understand. And finally, he's about to understand.

Because suddenly, you're smiling heartily and running towards those scumbag strangers. What. The. Fuck. It's like seeing the sun after an eternity of blizzards and grey clouds. You're a bright light, a true sunshine. A burst of joy. You're joking, laughing, talking, and talking a lot. You never said more than two sentences in front of him, and now you're chatting endlessly with those strangers and hugging all of them.

He's pissed off. Are those random people with terrible sense of style and ugly make-up better than him? The great Eustass "Captain" Kid? No way.

"Guys, here's my captain, Kid. Kid, here are my childhood best friends."

Kid's face is a mess of angry scowls and boiling with frustration when they say hello. Why aren't you smiling as warmly when you're with him? Why is his heart pounding so hard, almost painfully in his chest? And damn, is it the cold or are his cheeks completely red?

Poor Kid is both flushed and flustered. His first reflex is always exploding when he feels something. "Do you have a problem with me?" Barking through gritted teeth.

He's ruining the happy-shitty mood and he doesn't care.

So now, try to explain that you don't have a problem with him. Good luck, he's very stubborn. But once he's more or less calmed (because he's still pissed off), he still can't understand why his heart is racing at the sight of your soft, warm smile.

He wants to see that side of you more often. He wants to be part of those privileged people allowed to know the real you.

Yes, maybe he has a crush on you.

#one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid headcanons #eustass kid x y/n #eustass kid x you #eustass kid imagine #eustass kid #one piece requests #eustass kidd x reader #eustass x reader #eustass captain kidd #one piece x y/n #one piece x you

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 month ago

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This. Plz. I need it. It screams PTSD and comfort piece

Bro??????? I didn't expect to see you in my inbox ghsggsg I love your blog <3

I had this in my drafts for almost a year but I FINALLY got motivated to finish it. So woe Springtrap angst/comfort be upon ye

........

By day, you worked at Fazbear's Fright as its "security guard" actor, making sure everybody got to experience the attraction safely and soundly.

It was far from the dream job you've been hoping for.

The pay sucked, small children were dragged through screaming and crying their little heads off, and some teenagers even made tasteless jokes about the tragedies that happened over 30 years ago.

It wasn't any better at night, as you were legitimately a guard who had to ensure nobody broke in and stole anything, all while working in hazardous conditions with only a slight pay raise as compensation.

You were all for "authenticity", but sometimes you considered filing a complaint with the health department....and then you remembered that this was the only job that was willing to hire you on the spot.

Bills didn't pay themselves, of course.

Like it or not, you had to work here.

However, it wasn't all that boring at night...and you actually preferred being here with nobody else around.

And no, not because your only worries are some faulty cameras, shitty ventilation, creepy phantoms of past animatronics invading your mind, and the possibility of a fire breaking out...

But because of something that your "dudebro" of a manager mentioned during your second nightshift.

"We found a real one. A live one."

Ever since then, you've seen him stalking the premises a few times.

It was Bonnie, but at the same time not Bonnie.

There was a person inside that animatronic, wearing it as a suit. And he seemed to be trapped within it, likely for years and left to decay as his bones, flesh, and even some vital organs were exposed by all the rips and tears.

At first you thought it was a cool little Halloween concept, convinced that 99% of the attraction's budget went into making such realistic gory details for a costume that showed the real-life consequences of the fabled "springlock failure".

You even jokingly told the actor inside he can come out and take a break as you were the only one here, promising you won't rat him out..

But you quickly realized he wasn't acting.

All he did was stare at the cameras and through the window. And as you observed him, you can tell he was limping, hearing his jagged breaths and pained moans echoing through the halls. Like a wounded animal begging to be put down.

The few times he did speak to you....it sounded like something was strangling him, crushing his vocal cords, making him choke out his words as though he had been chain smoking for the past 30 years.

But it wasn't any drug he was on.

He was literally a dead man walking.

You had doubts he was even a man anymore.

By all accounts, he shouldn't be alive..but he was.

Something in that suit was keeping him on life support, and it wasn't batteries or servos or electricity, but something entirely paranormal.

You felt bad for the poor guy, whoever he was. Nobody deserved this kind of torturous fate...except maybe criminal scum.

The only thing you did know was that somebody used that Springbonnie suit to commit those infamous murders back in the early 80s.

The victims were children.

Literal children who died in the place where they should have felt nothing but joy and safety.

You didn't wanna believe it could be....him.

It couldn't be, right?

He was probably just a random hapless employee who got into a tragic accident with the suit, unable to move or cry out for help. Nobody likely knew he was still inside when they sealed the walls.

No way could he be that evil man.

So when you didn't see him at all tonight, that's when you became concerned and decided to seek him out. Hopefully he didn't collapse somewhere unreachable.

You weren't sure what compelled you to look for him, but....you'd hate to sit in the office all night and deal with more ghosts.

Eventually, you did find him in one of the furthest rooms, clearly writhing and tormented by something unseen to you.

Maybe those phantoms haunted him, too?

It would definitely make you feel less alone and less crazy.

You stood near one of the arcade machines, cautious as you weren't sure what to say to him.

"Are you okay" sounded stupid, as this man was literally rotting inside a tomb he could not escape from. So he was very much not okay and would never be okay.

Not as long as he was in that suit, which has apparently become infused with his flesh.

Before you could think of anything to console him or even indicate your presence...his gray optics flickered to meet your human eyes, eyelids lowering as though he was trying to mimic squinting.

"M.....Michael...?" He rasped.

Your heart leapt into your throat, feeling it pounding as you wondered if he was expecting somebody else.

But he's seen you before, hasn't he?

It's always been you here.

"It's me, the guard you've been seeing a lot.." You began awkwardly. "This is the first time we've really met each other, and not through a window."

Now the man-animatronic seemed less tense, as though disappointed. "You should...stay away. This suit..still has its kinks...ahhhghh.." He groaned in pain, his fingers curling into his fists, every breath crushing his lungs more than the last. "Hurts...so bad....."

"What does?" Kneeling down, you still minded your distance but now your concern for him only grew further.

"Everything...like...it's....happening all over again. But why...? I'm dead....unless..I-I'm not..."

By this point, he seemed to be muttering to himself, unsure of whether the pain he was feeling was even real. Given what little of his human body you could see, it's incredible he could feel anything and still have thoughts. He shouldn't be able to even speak, and if so...it should only be through those broken prerecorded voicelines given to every animatronic way back then.

But no. He himself was talking--the man who somehow still had active nerves that could feel pain.

You felt bad for him. Life in prison or death penalty would've been more merciful than this hell he went through.

You felt like there was something you could do.

It might be the most insane idea, but you were willing to take your chances if it meant distracting him from the pain even a little bit.

"May I..help you feel something different?"

"..what..? What are you...." The rabbit-man seemed bewildered as you placed your smaller hands into his now open felt green palms, interlocking fingers without any hesitation on your part.

Despite your nose being clogged up with the stench of death, and your stomach churning in kind..you refused to let him go. "What do you feel now?"

"....only my greatest pain..like I was back in that saferoom..." He coughed, his longer ear folding over one eye. "Sometimes...I think....I can just take this off...before it happens again..and again....and again. But....I can't. Why did I do that? Was I scared? Why did it fail me then? Did I deserve it for...for....."

Then he fell silent, his head drooping, and for a moment or two you were worried he somehow shutdown or actually died this time.

But just as you were about to pull your hands free, he suddenly sprung back to life, a ragged gasp escaping him as his fingers curled around yours. It was tight, making you wince a bit, although it was worth seeing the look in his robotic eyes..

Which showed less anguish than before.

"I feel...you." He muttered, almost astonished as he looked down at your hands. "Your flesh. Something I haven't felt in years. Warm, small..easy to crush-"

Before he could say anything further, he felt like he was choking again, the small steel beams and screws piercing his lungs...suffering until he slowly died in a pool of his own blood.

Every now and then, that sensation came back again.

But this time, he felt something different.

Something old, yet new.

Something foreign, yet familiar.

it didn't hurt.

You tried not to look at the piece of his lung that was visible and somehow still functioning, inflating and deflating with every unsteady breath. Instead you kept looking into his eyes, assuring him you're here and you're real.

"It's okay. Keep holding onto me if it helps. I....don't think I ever caught your name," you muttered. "I doubt you wanna be called Springbonnie."

"I've...become more like a Springtrap, " he remarked with a low chuckle. "But....my name...it's...."

"It's what?"

".....what is my name? It's become...lost to me..."

"Oh. Well, I hope it comes back to you soon."

"Hm...perhaps..it will....thank you."

"Of course." You offered him a sympathetic smile.

Maybe this job didn't completely suck after all.

You got to make a friend and help that friend.

#clanask #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf 3 x reader #fnaf springtrap #angst #comfort #angst/comfort #tw body horror #just in case bc i get pretty descriptive with that

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lovelytayforce · 27 days ago

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since you're doing hcs

HCs for the 13 primes in 200 words or less so it's challenging 🫢

Bro thinks Imma FOLLOW THE RULES WHEN RULES ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN Anyways, ladies and non binaries; let's get this show started!

I've actually written very small vignettes for the 13 for a RP for the people who are out of the loop, no they aren't published but maybe one day I can post em if someone asks nicely 😘 I'd have to explain the context of it all but basically I made this whole sim area based off of Elysia realm; that game mode left a lasting impact on me and it made sense for the Prime's to enter their wisdom as data that embody who they are when they are updated for wisdom is not given, it's earned through mistakes and strife in life. Anyways let's start from the top with my favorite of the Primes: Onyx Prime He doesn't get a lot of screentime which sucks cause he's like THE SHEPARD of the group: He should be guiding Optimus more than Alpha Trion does come on writers THATS HIS WHOLE THING LEADING! (IDW was Shockwave so that doesn't count) I need more of his friendly and kind hearted personality to shine in the main series so BADLY and like again I'm the Predacon addict; let him be my token PREDACON 😭 Anyways onto HCs - with his Triptych Mask; I often give him the aesthetic of opening doors to many places across the universe since he's so spiritually connected to nature and life as it is, he basically has a "Tunnel of light" that can not only guide him but the souls of dearly departed or maybe a lost living soul looking for a reason to keep going forward. - He wanted to live peacefully on Cybertron for a very long time but alas Cybertron wasn't the best place for predacons and maximals with their connection with nature and as transformers I feel he would gladly take the call to transform, adapt and evolve for the betterment of their people - Also, he smelt that functionism bs a mile away and decided to cut his losses while he could. His kids come first! - Can be considered the most motherly and emotionally aware of the group, he's got a good head on him which is why he's so well liked 💙 - He's best friends with predaking in all continuities idc they always find each other - Despite being apart of the Well of Allsparks, he has a physical form but it takes a lot of energy to stabilize so don't expect long talks at night. Onto my second favorite- Quintus Prime! Can I just mention how beautiful this design is? He's so pretty I love him 💙

I never really agreed with him being unimaginative considering he created life but I understood the perfectionist plights he held as for idealism, where his concepts really that unrealistic? I loved questioning that because despite his good intentions he made probably one of the worst species alive but it brings about a funny thing about life; you can't mold individuals with free will to your vision. One way or another this would have unfolded considering many would do anything to reach their god much less creator to understand their purpose in life. okay no more philosophy, lets move on to those hcs~ - After many of his failed attempts at making allies for Cybertronians he withheld himself in the land of his daydreams casting aside his perfectionist habits, he paints. He creates for the joy of it, for within a dream nothing can escape his control. It gives him time to think things out and truly understand how life exists and the beauty of nature that once puzzled him that his brother Onyx knew so well. It's a slow process but it opens this scientist's horizons beyond anything even primus could anticipate! You already know whose my next favorite is if you know me and my love for Transformers Cybertron and Armada those shows were my CHILDHOOD BRO Let's set the timer for Vector Prime! ⏰ YOU'LL ALWAYS BE ICONIC QUEEN THE FIRST PRIME I EVER STANNED OPTIMUS PRIME WHO /jk

I subscribe to the majority of his Ask Vector Prime answers which as follows: He's a fan of the dinobots He used to "boogie down" with a disco ball. Despite having traveled far and wide, he could not see why kids loved Cinnamon Toast Crunch. If he had to choose a beast mode, it would be a large sea mammal. Everyone he ever cares about will grow old and die in what, to him, is just the pulse of a spark. Sometimes, he feels alone even when he's in a crowd. His favorite human movie was Back to the Future, due to the performance of lead actor Eric Stoltz. He revealed himself as a Point One Percenter (after the Shroud).

Please read what this man talks about on tfwiki, he's a national treasure who brings me joy during my great depression. Anyways onto my own hcs 🥰

He's a stickler for being on time! Don't you dare be late! You're wasting his precious time!Vector Prime - The clock that always strikes on time!He's the first POP (Point One Percenter) and was the mold for many POP's in the future such as Skywarp As a being held by the constraints of time, even though he wants to save as many universes as he can, he simply cannot; he's stuck between a physical form and a form distorted by the whims of time and space what little control he has is simply a delicacy that must be treasured with the utmost care. He keeps small trinkets from his favorite universes and planets and leaves clocks around for the sole purpose of helping those looking for his helping hand. Also, I just think it'd be neat to find a giant clock and if you strike right for midnight he'll appear!!

The rest are in the reblogs. 👏🏽

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withacapitalp · 2 years ago

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Out of This World

Read it on AO3 instead

Tw: Depression

There was a black hole inside of Steve.

He would lie down flat on his back in the living room. The stone floor beneath him would pull his mind down from wherever it liked to drift to, and he would be able to focus enough to stare at the ceiling, put his hands on his stomach, and breathe deep into the sensation.

When things got really bad, it was like he could physically feel it. A dark mass that spread out from his core and swallowed everything around it. If he flipped over to lie on his stomach and press his cheek to the cold marble, then it would sprout out of his back like demon wings, menacing and grim.

He had never told anyone about it, but he was sure everyone knew. That was the thing about black holes, they dragged everything towards them. He was a magnetic person, people were drawn to him, but when they got close and saw that there was nothing inside, they ran. The empty expanse living in Steve was terrifying.

He was the only one who couldn’t escape himself.

No matter what he did, inevitably he would be reminded of what was inside of him. He could try to be happy, but he had to remember it wouldn’t last.

Steve could mess around with the kids, dance along to the radio with Robin, try and love the people who chose to stay with everything he had, but the black hole would always return. It would suck up whatever joy he had tried to grow, making it disappear in the blink of an eye, lost to whatever cosmos existed beyond the gnawing hunger in Steve’s stomach.

It was like it was starving, like he was starving, but not for food. There was nothing Steve could give to make it go away, nothing that would satiate whatever was stuck inside of him. There was just the all encompassing need to have more, to get something that would kill the loneliness that lived there.

And, when the people around him realized that they really couldn’t make that black hole go away, they left. They ran to keep themselves from getting pulled in, and Steve couldn’t blame them. He had spent most of his life trying to run from himself.

Even now, lying in bed with Eddie late on Sunday morning, he could feel the first nudges of gravity shifting, the quiet stirrings of empty space needing to be acknowledged.

There was a black hole living inside of Steve, and nothing he could do to change that.

“God I swear it’s like you’re the sun,” Eddie sleepily whispered against his chest, unknowingly cutting straight through the icy black tendrils starting to creep up Steve’s spine.

“The sun?” Steve said, feeling something finally touch the cold dark thing living in his stomach.

“You just keep us alive and warm, don’t you Stevie?” Eddie mumbled, still half asleep, “Pull everyone into your orbit and make sure none of us go flying off into space alone,”

Eddie was already starting to snore by the time Steve jogged himself out of his stunned silence enough to kiss the top of his boyfriend’s head and whisper a reverent declaration of love.

Sometimes Steve felt like there was a black hole living inside of him.

And sometimes he was reminded not everyone saw it that way.

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archivalofsins · 4 months ago

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It's nice to think of kindness- Wrong which Milgram character would kill you and why?

(Before we get into it, none of these are meant to be theories on what the prisoners did or why. These are just incredibly general statements on why they may possibly kill you with some references to canon. I don't want someone taking this thing I wrote for fun too seriously.)

Haruka: You take up all the attention even though you swear you don't. Then complain to him or near him about how unfair all this is and overbearing it feels to be fawned over all the time. He thinks it's bad to hate you, but you're pressing all the wrong buttons.

Yuno: You keep fawning over her. Well, not her actually, just whatever you decide to project onto her. It's at a point that she's certain you've made a completely different version of her up to love and she the person doesn't matter. She's kind of fine with it. You're clearly having fun, and who is she to be a kill joy. But you keep bothering her based on conclusions you jumped to and she's running out of patience.

Futa: You pretend like you care a lot about doing the right thing online. You know all the buzz words and playing the caring saint is second nature to you. Your reputation is spotless and from experience he knows that means you've probably got the worst shit in your closet. That you might be a hypocrite who puts on this nice rule abiding front just to excuse harassing others under the guise of anonymity. He's not entirely sure but he's dealt with enough bad actors to kind of see a pattern. It's none of his business though unless you point that sort of attention at him or someone he cares about. Which luckily you haven't, right?

Mu: You were just such bullied kid material. I mean look at you- Being the nail that stuck up and her the hammer that hit you back down. It could be for a lot of reasons. You're bad at reading the mood or you're good at it but just don't care to play along and indulge her. You're uppity and think things should work in some purely righteous or good way. You just can't let the people around you have fun. Why are you being so mean and judgmental, huh? It's not like Mu did anything wrong? Honestly, I think you kinda deserve this one- She's been nothing but nice and accepting of you and your whims but suddenly you wanted a high horse to ride when it came to hers. It's like you only care about something being wrong when it's convenient for you. It's either wrong when everyone does it or no one. Fair is fair, after all.

Shidou: I'm sorry you needed medical care and came to this private organ harvesting farm disguised as a hospital. It sucks that you came here for an out of your control health emergency, but he just can't help himself. Maybe this time, what he's trying to do will work out. You won't be alive to know, though. Take some solace in knowing he probably won't even remember your name after the paperwork is filed. This truly was a random act and nothing personal. Well, unless... No, it's best not to say. At least then you can pass on without the knowledge that your life was weighed like cattle for a state fair. Maybe your inferior existence can save another's superior one. Then your life will have really meant something even after all that. You just need to hurry up and die already so he can check.

Mahiru: You know I should feel bad for you, but how did you even start this? No, seriously? How did you manage to get Mahiru's attention. Even you don't know, it's not like you're particularly interesting. Honestly, you wouldn't even say you did anything that nice, just the bare minimum. Well, whatever you did, I guess you better keep it up. Who knows what will happen when she loses interest- Huh, where'd you go? Hmm... weird. They're probably fine.

Kazui: No. Man, you really have a bad habit of saying that word to the wrong sort of person, huh? That's unfortunate. It gets more and more difficult to let a person down easy these days. But damn didn't think you'd get killed over it. Well... Now you know how women at bars feel.

Mikoto: Is it really self-defense if all a person is defending is their reputation. I mean all it takes is a few ridiculous accusations to ruin a person's entire life these days. So, maybe- just maybe you should have shut the fuck up. Don't worry you won't be able to talk for much longer. His problem and you will disappear at the exact same time.

Kotoko: Why are you evil? Less than human in every way? Oh, I'm not asking that seriously. These are just the things you'd be wondering when she hunts you down until you have nowhere else to run. Everyone makes mistakes from time to time, but you didn't think any of yours would make you deserving of something like this. But a crime is a crime. Evil is evil. This is just what happens when the same punishment is used across the board. You just never thought that board would include you.

#milgram #gunsli rambles

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salty-croissants · 1 year ago

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Reader who performs in musicals x Bullfrog, Rayman and Ramon (all separate) please? Thank you! Have a good day/evening/night!

Thank you for the request !

This one was really neat and fun to write :D

Hope this turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed

Bullfrog 💚

When you first told him that you were a musical performer , Bullfrog was absolutely amazed by it … no matter what role you actually play , for him it’s like you’re the most talented person in the whole world .

< Oh my dear , c'est incroyable ! I can’t wait to get to see you perform one day ! >

< Aw , thanks love , but are you sure that wouldn’t be dangerous for you ? You know , with your job and many people around someone could recognize you and … I wouldn’t want you to get hurt because of me … >

< I’m going to be careful don’t you worry , I’ll do anything I can to be there : it’s not just any musical if you’re in it mon amour ~ >

Yeah , Bullfrog really meant what he said :

you can often spot him hidden somewhere in the room when you’re on stage , staring at you with those loving eyes that never fail to make you blush …

He’s just so cute , and the fact that he would go to such lengths just to be there to support you makes you all giddy inside … as well as a bit worried for his safety , but you try your best not to think about it too much .

When the performance is done and you get to go backstage to your private room to take a moment to breathe and relax , you already know that you only need to count to three before you hear a knock on the door and find a very enthusiastic Bullfrog on the other side …

< Thank you for coming , sweetheart ! So … what did you think ? >

< I think you did wonderfully , y/n : I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you during your song , c'était si beau ! >

< Really ? I was honestly afraid I didn’t hit some of the high notes right … god , you wouldn’t believe how anxious that made me the second the song ended , and plus - >

Bullfrog can’t help but smile as he listens to you talk , holding your hand while walking back home …

You’re just so passionate , it’s something that makes you even more beautiful in his eyes if that’s even possible .

Your songs often get stuck in his head , so it’s not rare to hear Bullfrog humming them to himself while showering you with affection when you’re together , but sometimes also during missions :

it helps him to remain calm , reminding himself that he has you by his side and that he has to stay alive to get back to you …

Bullfrog’s life really wouldn’t be the same without you in it .

Rayman 🧡

One of Rayman’s favorite things to do is just sit and listen to you preparing for your current musical’s role , closing his eyes and focusing on your beautiful voice …

You’re always happy to have him there , especially since if you get easily self conscious about something his help will definitely help .

< Man … this sucks , it’s been days and I still can’t get that part right … the performance is ruined , how am I going to - >

< Hey , hey … slow down y/n , take a deep breath …

There’s plenty of time before the performance , you just gotta keep trying and most importantly not push yourself too hard . >

< *sigh* … yeah , you’re right … thanks Ray , sorry about that . >

< You don’t need to apologize honey … here , how about we take a break ?

You’ve been working on it for hours now , I think you’ve earned it . >

Even tough the Directors are constantly monitoring him , you can bet that Rayman will do everything he can to be there the day of the performance , and whenever you see him cheering for you among the crowd it always fills you with joy …

He’s just so sweet , you can’t help but love him even more in those occasions ://)

Rayman actually has lots of recordings of you singing , that way he can listen to them whenever you’re away and he misses you …

Oh , and you can be sure that he will gush about you to literally everyone , because they all need to know just how wonderful and talented you are .

< Ahh , you should’ve seen it …

The way their eyes were shining while singing on that stage was simply magical !

Isn’t my y/n just amazing ? >

< Mhm …

Mister Rayman , can I leave now ? It’s been one whole hour … I’m just a janitor , remember ? >

Since he does have quite a nice singing voice himself , you and Rayman definitely love to sing duets together , sometimes even dancing in the middle of the living room while the sun sets outside the lounge …

It’s a beautiful , precious moment for the both of you , ones that you will carry in your hearts forever .

Ramon 🖤

Okay , so now that he murdered the Directors and officially became wanted by Eden , Ramon knows that it’s not safe for him to show himself in public anymore …

However , since you still need to perform in your musicals he can’t help but feel very torn about the whole situation , especially since he’s way more protective of you after all that’s happened .

< I’m telling you sweetie , I’m going to be just fine ! It’s only a few hours … >

< But I have to … I need to make sure nobody hurts you . >

< Ram , I won’t have you risking your life to watch over me . We’ve talked about this . >

< I can’t lose you , y/n … >

< You won’t … I promise .

I’ll be back before you even notice . >

Remember those recordings of your performances he made when he was still regarded as the Voice of Eden ?

Well , Ramon definitely listens to them a lot more now to try and keep his head distracted from thinking about what dangers could take you away from him when you’re gone .

It’s not a rare occurrence for you to arrive home and find Ramon asleep with one of the recordings playing in the background , and it’s during those moments that you fully realize that you really are the only thing keeping him together .

Whenever he happens to have a nightmare ( let me tell you , it happens often … this poor man is just so scarred by what he saw and what he did ) , Ramon is really going to appreciate it if you decide to sing him to sleep :

he just holds you tight , all the tension in his body finally leaving him thanks to your voice and your gentle touch caressing his hair …

< Mmm … y/n … >

< I’m here , darling … I’m right here … >

< I love you so much , y/n … >

< I love you too Ramon … there , just close your eyes , you should really try to sleep some more . >

< Mmkay … >

Sometimes when you’re having a bit of a rough day , Ramon is going surprise you by suddenly hold your hands and start slow dancing with you , singing your favorite duet …

It’s one of the only moments in which all of his troubles seem so , so far away , leaving just you and him in the comfort of your home , being happy in a place were no one can hurt either of you … not Eden , nor anybody else .

#captain laserhawk #x reader #rayman x reader #bullfrog x reader #captain lazerhawk rayman #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #rayman #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #gender neutral reader

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majorproblems77 · 7 months ago

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Sacred realm, Sacred realm, Sacred realm!!!!!

OH BOY, I AM EXCITED ABOUT THIS ONE

Prepare yourself for the most excited screaming you've ever heard because this update is wonderful and I love it and I'm so excited about it that I'm writing this instead of sleeping and it will be worth it.

Set the clock its 12.45am lets see if I can do this before I have to go to bed for the morning shift.

Alright, now for the important stuff! Sacred realm belongs to @zelda-the-sacred-realm, and all art from the comics belongs to the comic artist. I've got their permission to do these!

Link to the comic can be found here! :D

Now, get some popcorn and if your like me probably an energy drink too and lets goooooo!

Firstly...

HELLO THERE

OH MY

Big evil big bad. Who's hair is stunning i could never ngl.

(Investigates)

It's awesome to see the black knight like this. (I believe that's right? Correct me if I'm wrong.)

Though im trying to figure out what he found unexpected? Is it Sky? Is Sky the unexpected thing? Good, No body expects the blorbo to come out of the medallion and whoop ass.

Self-sacrificing boy please you are in pain

Cinnamon roll link please i know you're not used to this, but he's got this

He's so damn pretty dammit, pretty boy right here. Hylia chose him for his looks first, 10/10.

Yesssssssssss

GET THEM! GET IT!

THE FACT THAT THEY JUMP IN FRONT OF HIM IS GIVING ME SO MUCH LIFE THEY ARE LIKE PROTECTIVE UNCLES OF THE SMALL CINAMON ROLL.

Like low key look how Sky is moving he's pushing towards time but moving more to the right to do so then time is. Which would indicate that he's moved rather quickly to get in front of this thing.

They have to protect the small hero and it gives me life.

Okay, this all but confirms this isn't the first time they've done this.

Oh and it has to be said

BY THE POWER OF STUBBORN FRIENDSHIP!

That's a practised spell

(using a few panels from this update here) Chapter 4 - part 1

So, I think that the last time the spirits gathered was sometime around when Twilight was still alive, we know that Time had direct contact with Twilight because of the comic panels in the last update.

We also know that Time recognised Sky when he first appeared in the last update.

So there one of two explanations

The medallion or something akin to it has been used in a previous hero's journey. And so some of the spirit already know each other

Or being a spirit grants them foresight that they can just fight with each other like this.

Im more inclined to lean towards the first one at this stage because of that recognition from time but to be honest I think we need to meet Twilight first before we get any answers about that.

I am also going to assume the element that time yields is Electricity (Or time haha.)

It looks like lightning, but we've also seen him use a time spell so I'm not entirely sure at this stage.

Gonna lean towards lighting tho, it suits him

YEAH GET HIM!

He looks so tired, and the lines against him have been growing longer. I assume its more and more of the barrier sucking his energy away.

Pretty boy alert

i am once again an advocate for the Sky is the Best Bean Club he just needs a nap he's going to be fine

Also, Medalion jails for Sky because he's eepy.

I assume this is how we are going to keep Sky out of this arch, he is too tired and is resting from doing this now. I hope we see you soon blorbo!

This made me chuckle, Time just grabbing him by the waist like the child he is brings me joy (Im aware Link isn't a child but he is in the cinnamon roll outfit right now so he is a child)

And time is older than him and is at current the only one who can help with the current predicament.

We interupt the end of this post for a Sky appreciation segment because he is the best bean and is my blorbo and got a bunch of great panels this update

Being the hero

Jumping into harm's way

The face of determination

Sleepy

Sleepy boy we got sleepy sky and I love him

Okay im done, We shall get back to the end now.

That's everything from me! :D

I hope you enjoyed my rambling please do let me know if you spotted anything I didn't! Thanks for hanging out with me and for uhh, also hanging out as I yell excitedly about my blorbo because, to be honest, I love him and it wouldn't be something from me if I didn't soooo....

Yeah!

Thanks again to the artist for letting me do this! I really appreciate it!

Have a great night!

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brighttears · 6 months ago

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Cleardune Chapter 5: What You Do to Me

Joel Miler x f!reader

no physical description, no use of y/n

Summary: Joel fulfills his promise of meeting you at the bar this morning, and he both wins the hearts of the regulars in the saloon (plus yours), and meets your father, though the exchange is short and effectively meaningless. Finding yourself off of work early, you agree to Joel’s request of meeting him in his room at Stowie’s. He asks you to dance, and it ends in a lot more than that.

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: smut smut smut, fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, lotsa praise, finger sucking, pet names (darling, pretty thing, pretty girl, honey, baby, my girl)

A/n: some real tender loving in this chapter. 3k words of it is smut. What can i say!!!

Series masterlist

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You awake with mixed feelings, a wisp of dread rising with you from the conversation at the bar, but you pass your fingers over your lips at the memory of Joel’s and the words you shared later in the night. There’s a jump in your chest at both, the butterflies confused with themselves.

With a huff, you stand, deciding that nothing is promised but his seat at the bar today—that’s all you’ve got, so that’s what you’ll take. And just like that, a smile is back on your face as he slides into his seat in front of you.

“Sleep well?” He asks with a smile just as bright.

“Like a rock. How about you?”

He nods, “Didn’t move an inch until after sunrise.”

You nod back. “Think we both needed that.”

“You can say again. You were straight outta gas yesterday. Can’t say I felt much better.”

“Mhm.” You nod, then pushing the dreary bits of yesterday out of your head by remembering that here he is now, with that glorious smile aimed right at you.

After a moment of just smiles, he leans in. “Say, you think you’ll get off early today?”

You shrug. “Hope so.”

“Well, if you do,” he cocks his head towards the door, “why don’t you take a walk. I’ll come find you.”

Slowly, you grow a grin. “I will.”

“Alright.” He leans back and taps the bar absently with a boyish grin if his own. “Til then, though,” he leans back in, “mind if I keep bothering you for a little while longer?”

“Not at all.” You smile back, “In fact I’d very much like that.”

“Good,” he adjusts himself into a comfortable position before starting, “cause I have a story I meant to tell you about a horse I met out East.”

Soon enough, he’s caught the ear of everyone else in the room, even the pianist, and the saloon is alive with laughter over Joel’s story about a stallion he met on a ranch back East who would buck off everyone except women. Your face is hurting behind the bar, both from laughing and simply being unable to stop smiling, watching the way he gestures as he talks, watching the joy he’s bringing to all these faces, and by the time he’s done, you’re absolutely smitten.

At the sound of creaking steps, every head that knows who’s coming turns with falling smiles as your father shows his face.

“What’s all this racket?” He grumbles, barely bothering to look up as he enters the saloon.

After a pause, James Brooks, the man who moved to town only a year ago and has therefore only heard stories of the hurricane that your father used to be, speaks up. “Just enjoying a story that the new feller in town had to tell.”

Joel offers a friendly smile, “Name’s Joel Miller, good to meet you. Gotta say, this is the nicest saloon I’ve seen in a while.” You’re not sure if that’s even true, but you silently applaud his affable choice for his first encounter with your father.

“Welcome to Cleardune.” He greets Joel halfheartedly as he makes his way behind the bar. Then, as if he just doesn’t want you in such a bright room, he tells you as he passes, “Done for the day. Dishes and floors.” You nod, knowing that you cleaned the floors just a couple days ago, but still happy to have the rest of the day to yourself. As he turns away to find a rag to shove in his back pocket, you look at Joel, catching him watching for your father to have his back turned before cocking his head towards the door, mouthing “Stowie’s”. You read his message, telling you to meet him at the inn when you get the chance, then nod once before rounding the corner of the bar to head upstairs.

With only half of the chores Pa asked you needing to be done, you force yourself to stall, desultorily sweeping the clean floor. When you can’t stand it anymore, you straighten yourself up in the mirror, then bound back down the steps into the saloon.

“I’ve finished my chores, Pa—Winona’s asked me to help her a bit, so I’ll be out for the day, but dinner will be on time, promise.” You say as you pass through, not waiting for a reply, knowing he won’t give a damn as long the meal isn’t late.

“Hey, Winona,” you greet her as you enter the inn, no longer caring that she knows you’re coming to see Joel.

“Afternoon, honey pie.” She smiles back, though you catch a smirk and teasing edge in her voice.

As soon as your steps come to his door, as if listening for them, Joel swings the door open, a grin on his face. “Long time no see, darlin’. Come on in.”

With a wide smile stuck on your face, you stroll in, leaning against the door after closing it behind you, hands clasped behind your back. The butterflies in your stomach seem to be loyal to Joel, waking to dance at his presence.

After a pause, Joel suddenly breaks the silence, looking you up and down through half lidded eyes, ghosting a smirk. “When’s the last time someone asked you for a dance, darlin’?” This gets you so bashful that you can’t help but hide in a look to the floor.

“Not since I was a girl.”

“Really? That long, this pretty thing hasn’t gotten asked to dance?”

“Really.” You confirm, looking up with a shy smile.

“Well then,” he tilts his head back, putting his hands on his hips before taking slow steps to you, “I guess I outta fix that.” Smirking, he bows slightly and offers his hand, “Bless me with a dance, darlin’?”

Caught, you stand for a moment, swarmed with that feeling of love and adoration, devotion and reverence, peace, warmth, safety. Newly, too, is confidence and self assurance. As you place your hand in his and he pulls you to him, shifting your hand up with his, the other resting on your waist, you get that feeling of being at home.

“But there’s no music,” you say quietly, as if you thought it mattered, still stuck in the love that feels like it's seeping from your very pores.

“Don’t need any. Just thought it’d be nice to hold you like this.” He replies just as quiet, a serene smile on his lips as he starts to guide you into a slow waltz.

Humming in response, you try to bring some focus to your feet, genuinely out of practice with it, but within ten seconds you’ve already stepped on his feet twice. Like it happens so often, embarrassment barely has time to rear its head before Joel chuckles it silent, offering, “Here, go on n’ just step your toes on mine. I’ll guide you.” Though unsure, you follow his suggestion, placing just the tips of your feet on his. You're immediately relieved by the repositioning, both because you don’t have to worry about your clumsiness, and because it brings your bodies naturally closer, now almost cheek to cheek with his arm around your waist, hand resting comfortably in his.

For a long time, you stay like this, the only sound your breaths and the quiet creaks of the floorboards as Joel waltzes you in his arms, measured, soothing, endeared.

“You’re so special.” Joel drawls, breaking the silence in almost a mumble, though you’re close enough to hear it clearly and have it crystalize in your mind and memory and carve into the surface of your heart. “Swear, never met a woman who made me feel like this.” In the pause, you smile, but his next words tack a fracture into it. “Kinda scares the shit out of me, pardon my language.”

Quitely, you question, “Scares you? Why?”

“Feel like I don’t have much control sometimes, when I’m with you.” He replies, and in his voice is a subtle but noticeable glint of vulnerability. “Like that kiss.”

“Well, I liked the kiss.”

“But what if you didn’t?”

“Well, doesn't matter much now, does it?” You counter softly.

“Guess not.” He pauses, then lilts, “Still.”

It makes you pull back to look at him, toes still resting on his as you regard his face, trying to pick out subtleties to add to your Joel Miller dictionary. “I scare you?” You question further, a tad concerned. Fear is towards the bottom of the list of feelings you aim to bring out of him. Also, what could you have done to make him scared? All you’ve done is be at his mercy, predominantly in an emotional sense, but it’s not like you’ve ever thrown yourself at him.

“Not you darlin’,” he chuckles, “one of the things I like about you is that you wouldn’t hurt a fly. It’s just what you do to me that scares me.”

“What I do to you?” The sentiment is admittedly thrilling, though vague.

“Like I said, make me feel like… I dunno. Sometimes it’s like I don’t know up from down when I’m with you.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Guess I don’t really, either. Doesn’t matter much right now, though, does it, so long as my feet know up from down.” He whispers with a smirk.

“I think you’re doing a fine job.” A smile rises to your lips, and you admit, “You make me feel like I’m just floating.”

“Do I, now?”

“Yes you do, Joel Miller.”

In the pause, he cracks into a small grin, cheeks appleing. “Well, you do too, darlin’. Didn’t mean to make it sound like all you do is scare me.” He pauses, studying your face, and then his voice comes out soft as silk, “You make me feel… like nothin’ else matters. The past, the future, nothin’. Don’t think about nothin’ else but you when I’m with you.”

“Really?” Rapted, hearing that you’re not the only one so taken by the other, it comes out in almost just a breath.

“Really.” He nods slowly, eyes lazy as he gazes at you under his lashes and smile just as lazy. “Like I said, you’re special. Like nothin’ else. North, south, east, west,” he punctuates with his boxed steps under your feet, “never had anything like you.”

All you do is look at him, stuck in awe at his words. I love you tempts your lips, but your teeth land on your tongue before you even have to ask them to.

It’s a grim sentiment, how off limits that truth feels, but it’s stuck in your head, especially after him saying that you scare him, in a way. Those three words might just be the spurs in his sides. So, you let them sit, and just take this in instead—the way he holds you, the way he looks at you, the whole scene mild and fond, washed in warm daylight.

“And, man…” he shakes his head lightly, “every time I see that face… swear, darlin’, your smile’s like watchin’ the sun rise. And that voice you got on you,” he lets out a slow whistle, “ooh, mama.”

Finally, your awe cracks in a chuckle, blushing. “You're making me all red, you bastard.”

“Let me see it, darlin’.” Joel coos back, the following smile almost smug. “I’m just soakin’ up the fact that I can do that.” Then, he gets that look in his eyes, “Love gettin’ you all flustered.” He hums, “God damn, woman.” And his voice lowers, “You’re killin’ me. An’ you know what, it feels just too damn good.” His voice is nothing more than a whisper at the end, your faces drifting closer and closer before they meet in a kiss.

Like all the ones before, Joel starts it tender, never first with lust, but with care. But inevitably, the hunger comes, his arm tightening around you, pressing your bodies together. When his tongue comes into play, he stills the waltz, instead wrapping both arms around you. After only a moment, he pulls away to almost roughly place you back on the ground and press you against the dresser next to the door, licking into your mouth, grip firm on your waist. Automatically, you widen your legs, resting a thigh on the short dresser, and wrap your arms around his neck. His hips meet yours, and a small hum vibrates against your lips.

“Anyone ever ate your pussy, darlin’?” He suddenly mumbles into your lips. It almost makes your eyes fly right open, both the abruptness and the idea. At it, though, you’re instantly wet.

“No,” you mumble back, word almost lost back into his mouth.

“Can I be the first?” He replies, voice low, and you’d almost be embarrassed if his hand slid down and felt how wet you already are.

“Mhm,” you nod. Confident in the assumption that whatever he’s about to do will be nothing less than mindblowing, you reach down to start inching your dress up for him.

“That’s it, darlin’,” Joel whispers, hand running gently up your thigh, featherlight touch trailing goosebumps. When he presses his fingers against your front, he hums into your lips, then pulls them away just enough to whisper, “So wet already, huh?” Not waiting for a reply, he starts to circle the digits over your clothed peak. “You like me that much, baby?” He whispers, “I make you feel that good?”

“Mhm,” you nod back, too distracted to be all that shy about the obvious effect he has on you.

“Well, honey, I’m about to show you another new thing or two.” With that, he takes you by the waist, sweeping you over to sit you down on the bed, then lowering himself to his knees in front of you. His eyes are full of hunger as he kneels, hands running up and down the tops of your thighs, the fabric of your dress catching in his fingers. “Such a pretty girl,” he drawls, eyes big and dark and hungry. “You want me to eat your pussy?” All you can manage is a nod. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

Slowly, keeping his eyes on yours, he brings your dress up, holding it against one of your thighs with the other hand sliding back down between them, the fabric of your underwear already soaked under his fingers. He almost groans. “Take your dress off for me, honey.” He prompts, low and quiet, and as soon as the words leave his mouth, you lift it up and pull it off of you. “Oh, baby,” he breathes out, scanning your body before sliding his hand up to knead your breast, the other starting circles over your heat. Almost absentmindedly, your legs open further, a moan drifting out of you at his touch and the look of near awe in his eyes. “My pretty girl…” he whispers as he slips your panties down to your ankles and lowers his face in between your legs.

The first lick is enough to make your mouth fall open, slow and heavy and warm, matched with his eyes still stuck on yours. He dips his head, pulling one long, flat tongued lick up, then starting to roll his head as he starts to kitten lick your clit. The teasing has your hips leaning into his mouth, and he slowly brings his hands to hold your thighs, the grip enough to tell you that you probably don’t know what’s about to hit you.

And you’re right. The tip of his tongue circles and prods your clit, and by god his eyes have yet to leave yours, and you feel almost like prey as your hips roll and the moans start falling out. It’s a new sensation, the pressure, the angles, the pleasure.

When he pulls away it brings a sigh out of you, but then he comes right back to slowly lick your entirety, over and over and over until you’re whining.

“So sweet…” he whispers, pulling away again, lips wet, hot breath teasing your sensitive skin. “So sweet.” He repeats before he buries his mouth back into your pussy. When his focus switches back to your clit, licking and prodding and sucking, eyes never leaving yours, your entire body rolls your hips into his mouth, arms falling back to help keep you leaned up on the bed, open mouth pouring moans.

“Jesus, Christ, Joel,” you manage to utter breathlessly.

He draws his mouth back with a wet thwap as his tongue flicks off of your clit and goes back into his mouth. “I could do this all day, sweetheart.” He whispers after a swallow. “And you know what…” his eyes travel down between your legs, up your torso, then back to meet yours. “I just might.” And with that, he’s between your thighs again, this time closing his eyes as his head bobs. The swirling pressure around your clit has moans skipping out of your throat and you grip the sheets. “I’m damn near addicted to you darlin’,” he pauses to mumble, but a whine is more than enough to call him back into your slick heat.

When the moans louden, every second of his mouth bringing you closer and closer to a wall of pleasure, you slap your hand over your mouth, trying to help yourself out while knowing you’ve already done enough damage to Winona’s ears as well as whoever else might be in the building. But very, very soon, it doesn’t matter at all, because you’re cumming, moans long and muddled into your palm, legs clamping around his head, hand finding his hair to grip as your body rolls and stutters against his mouth.

Finally, Joel breaks contant, and you loosen your leg’s vise from around his head so that he can peer up at you, his mouth, chin, and the tip of his nose wet, eyes big and fond. Then, as he slips his finger inside of you, watching your mouth fall open, he lets out a low, cooing moan. “Ain’t done with you yet, darlin’,” he curves his finger, rocking it slowly. “Ain’t gotten my fill yet.” His voice is soft, face softer, as if he isn’t half way into ruining you as his other hand wanders down your stomach, splaying over it as his thumb starts to work your clit at the same agonizingly slow pace that he takes inside of you. He talks over your mewling moan, “Gotta show you much I adore you.” Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he presses a soft kiss over your inner thigh, picking up the pace, “Wanna know how good I am to you,” his lips continue feather like pecks to your thigh as they begin to stutter at the flow of his hands. “I just wanna make you feel good, darlin’,” he whispers, punctuated by quicker circles on your clit and a deeper pressure on your walls, “just wanna make you feel good.”

“Yes, yes,” you mewl back with a nod, bottom lip quivering as your face turns up in pleasure, already feeling yourself climbing the hill as he works is magic.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” you nod again, biting your lip as the pleasure builds. Truly, it’s magic, what he does, with the two simple moves of his rocking curl inside of you and his thumb on your clit. But it’s not just that, it’s the look on his face, the focus, almost fascination, those big brown eyes locked on yours, his gentle words, the parting of his lips at each gentle roll of your hips, and the barely whispered mumbles stuck between them.

Slowly, Joel takes his thumb away, sliding his flat palm up your belly, over your chest, ghosting your neck before hooking his finger into your mouth. Without hesitation, you take it in and swirl your tongue around it, and his eyes darken immediately. As he pushes it in deeper, the rest of his fingers cup around your jaw, the heel of his hand under your chin.

“So good, baby,” he whispers, eyes focused on his finger in your mouth, “so good. So good t’me.”

Just as slow as he had removed his thumb, he dips his mouth into its place, pressing and swirling his tongue over your sensitive bud. When your eyes roll back in your head, he quickens the curl against your walls, and that slight adjustment lands the tip of his finger in a spot that forces a deep sigh out as your chest tightens in a flowery warmth. The feeling, forcing out breathy, almost absentminded moans, makes it difficult to keep your mouth suctioned around his finger. It’s something you’ve never felt before, a kind of pleasure that seems to take control of your body as your hips pitch into his fingers, each press of that button turning your eyes back into your head.

And then he moans, causing a vibration against your pussy, and you're taken over by another wave of ecstasy. His hand falls out of your mouth as your head falls back, deep breaths heaving your chest as moans pour out, and you can’t even think, can’t even hear, just feel it, every detail of it magnified, each moan pressed there like a stroke of sweet electricity, and you’re completely taken by your climax.

By the time you come down, you’re dizzy, swaying back and forth, arms barely able to keep you up as you lean them on the bed.

“Holy shit,” you slur, out of breath. Joel, having taken his mouth away, chuckles. “Holy shit is right, darlin’,” he replies in a low tone, “you’ve got me almost beside myself.” And then, as you lower your gaze, you realize the hand that was at your face is now somewhere hidden between your bodies. The exhilarating assumption you’d made about it is then proven, “Couldn’t help myself, darlin’. I’m hard as a fuckin’ rock.”

“Fuck me?” You question quietly, hips still rolling involuntarily at the finger that hasn’t quit its dance inside of you, a comforting warmth still sweeping through you at every curl. Joel shakes his head, though. “No, sweetheart—don’t get me wrong, the idea of fuckin’ the living daylights out of you is tempting, but I’m enjoyin’ this view too much. Don’t worry, darlin’, I can take care of myself just fine. Today’s all about you. Alright?”

“Ok,” you nod, not complaining, though now the idea of his fat cock inside of you is distracting, but it only makes you wetter, now a sopping mess.

“But you do gotta help me out, darlin’…” he whispers, brows upturning in a subtle plea, “I need you to cum for me one more time. Jus’ one more time.”

You nod, as if you had any say. Nothing could get you off of this bed right now. The curtains could catch on fire and you wouldn’t budge, wouldn’t even take your eyes off of him. It’s too good, it’s bewitching, you’re addicted. Life couldn’t get better than this, right here, Joel on his knees between your legs, hand around his cock, fingers in your pussy, with those big, puppy dog eyes focused only on you.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, suddenly adding two more fingers and quickening the hooks. “That’s my girl,” he says again over the moans that the movement prompts. Not having time to adjust, the way his fingers stretch you just the littlest bit turns you on even more, and you feel almost like an animal.

“Oh, god, Joel,” you let our breathily, head falling back. “I—“ you catch yourself just before the L rolls through in your whisper, quickly shutting your mouth before I love you makes its escape, resorting to pressing your teeth down on the bottom lip sucked into your mouth.

“Yes, baby,” Joel drawls, “say it again, say my name, honey, tell me how good I make you feel.”

“Joel, you make me so good,” you let out in a breathless whisper, the words cut by helpless moans.

“Louder.”

“So good, Joel, you make me feel so good,”

“Say it again.” He’s just as breathless as you, and when you finally bend your neck to look back down at him, you see his arm swinging faster, still hidden between your bodies. But you know what it means.

“You make me feel so good, Joel, no one’s ever done this to me, I’ve—I’ve never felt this good in my life,” the end is its own breath as Joel adds that special touch with his thumb, a messy massage over your nearly frail bud. “Fuck, Joel, don’t stop don’t stop,” you stagger out, eyelids fluttering, jaw dropped.

“Keep talkin’, baby, lemme hear my name comin’ outta those pretty lips,” he mumbles, arm swinging faster.

“Joel, Joel, Joel, oh, god Joel,”

“Thas’ right… ‘s right,” he murmurs, eyelids fluttering as his hips rock forward, his own mouth falling open before he brings it back against you, tongue slathering the juices coating your center, as if the things he needs to get himself to cum is your taste.

Moans jump out of you at the thought, at the way he licks you up, and your hand flies down to seize a wad of his hair, both holding him there and unavoidably pulling him further in. Joel slips his fingers out of you to slap a hold onto one of your thighs, pushing it open and repositioning his head to have a better control of his mouth. Moans spill out of him, only furthering the intense pleasure of his mouth, hips rolling into his own touch, and when you can tell he’s cumming, you’re nearly panting.

Once he’s finished himself off, he brings that warm, wet hand to your other thigh, now holding you open for him to work his mouth in a more strategic manner. And then, you’re hit with it, and a high, whining moan thrums up your throat, held between tight lips, head leaned back and eyes screwed up, a helplessly unrelenting grip on his hair as he presses his mouth over your pussy with his tongue focused on the most sensitive bit of you.

And then you stop breathing, stomach tight as the exhilarated knot slowly unfurls, started the shaking at your thighs, quivering under his tongue and lips, before all of the muscles of your stomach tense and tremble, and even your feet shake, tapping the floor as you erupt in another succession of moans that this time bawl out of you. Joel’s fingers grip into your flesh, keeping you in place as he laps at your pussy, a mix of what must be cum and spit tickling a drip down your thigh.

“Oh, god,” you cry out as you climax for the third time, followed by mewls of his name as your legs squeeze around his head.

When it becomes too much, you repeat, “Joel Joel Joel,” tapping his head to ask to give your tender skin a break. Finally, he pulls back, but as he does, he pushes your thighs further open, watching as your entrance pulses for him. He’s breathless, and seemingly speechless, mumbling incoherently as his eyes travel up your still tremoring abdomen, resting on your breasts, then finally to your eyes.

The stuttering of your breaths are only reinforced by what you see in his gaze, his brows barely upturned, an amazing softness within the brown that’s almost overridden by the dilation of his pupils. Finally, he speaks, but it sounds as if he’s unaware of the fact that he is.

“Angel…”

Having to swallow first, your voice comes out near breathless, “Joel,” unable to find anything else to form out of your lips. Just, him.

“Darlin’,” he returns, instantly reaching his arms out for you once he looks like he’s returned to earth. You fall into him, letting your weight rest against him with your chin hanging over his shoulder. Deeply, you sigh, still getting reverberations through you as your body begins to recover from the three act play that Joel put it through, not to say that you didn’t enjoy yourself—fucking saw god in it, actually.

“Outta give you an award for that, sweetheart.” Joel says, running his hands up and down your bare back. “Bein’ so goddamn good for me. So good to me.” Slowly, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, proceeding to line your skin with them, and you sigh again in sleepy contentment. “I meant what I said, by the way. In case you thought I was just pussy drunk. You are an angel, and I do adore you.”

After this, you stay very still, leaning your full weight on him as his words flow through you. And that’s how you stay for a while, the only sound being his kisses over your shoulder, trailed to what he can reach of your neck.

You could almost cry.

After what probably wasn’t as long as it felt but still wasn’t long enough, Joel breaks the silence again. “Hey, we gotta get you back home now, honey.” He whispers, rubbing your back. “Don’t want your father to come out huntin’ for you.”

Wishing he wasn’t right, you hum, pressing your face into his shoulder. “Ok.” You finally reply, but force him to be the one to make the first move of slowly leaning you back into a sitting position on the bed.

More worn out than you expected to be, you stay motionless, eyelids drooping. He takes initiative, helping you back into your clothes by pulling your panties back up, and you raise your arms as he asks to slip your dress back on.

“Alright, darlin’, up you come.” Joel pulls you up to stand, holding you close to press a kiss to your lips before letting you go, stepping behind you to gently push you towards the door with his hand on the small of your back. “Go on home now, get.” He teases, and you chuckle a groan, maundering. Chuckling behind you, he comes up to open the door for you. Then, leaning against the frame, he smiles, and smacks a final kiss to your lips before cocking his head towards the hallway. “I’m doing this for your own good, sweet thing.”

Trailing a goofy smile as you do, finally, you get yourself to leave, taking a deep breath as you wander back into the foyer of the inn.

“Have a good evenin’ now, honey pie.” Winona calls to you from behind the corner, smirking.

“You too.” You reply, smirking back, audibly too tired to be embarrassed.

The walk back home is all dragged feet, wishing the day was at its end. Despite your exhaustion, though, you feel like you’re floating, because he must love you, he must, he must, he must.

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