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burins · 2 months ago

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2024 WRITING REVIEW

tagged by @vechter !! thank you so much for the tag i will try not to be tremendously maudlin in response! idk if @timetoboldlygo @rolameny or @try-set-me-on-fire did a fic year in review already. Also if you see this and would like to do it genuinely consider yourself tagged I would love to see your thoughts!

number of stories posted to ao3: 7! although two of those and almost all of another were written in 2023. let's say 4.75.

word counted posted for last year: 27k (minus 8k for estate and 3k for unsent letters, so 16k. Which is frankly, a miracle)

fandoms i wrote for: fatt, dc comics, hxh

pairings: superbat, leopika, dinahbabs, alyarr. I also wrote a relatively high proportion of gen fic this year!

stories with the most kudos, bookmarks and comment threads: everybody loved how cleanly, how quietly (the tim has friends actually manifesto) which is good because i also love how cleanly, how quietly.

work i’m most proud of (and why): literally anything i got out this year was the product of blood sweat and tears for reasons i will get into later! I’m probably most proud of the silliest fic i published, my love sits patiently, the leopika chair fetish fic. this sprang out of a joke with some friends and rapidly became ungovernable. I’m always nervous writing for a new fandom about whether i have a good handle on the characters, but the entire process of writing this was just me sitting at the keyboard going teeheehee what if! and then putting that into the fic. I think the comedy hits and the prose is good and i managed not to make it too sad (always a danger) while still keeping the leopika sauce in there!

work i’m least proud of (and why): genuinely i don’t publish things I’m not proud of! the really id shit languishes either in my brain, my dms, or in my notes app. so I’m going to cheat by saying a fic i wrote in 2023 but only put up on ao3 in april. it’s estate, not because i don’t think it’s good-- i think it’s really good!! I gave myself a hell of a challenge in writing it (“oh i want to write a shirley jackson pastiche, from the POV of a character I’ve never written before, and also he is a child” <- words spoken by a fool, and a dingus. No one made me do this!) and I think I mostly succeeded. But because it was for a zine I had a strict word count limit, which meant i had to trim down the prose a fair amount and I think it did lose some of its effectiveness in that process. Someday maybe i’ll go through my gdocs and try to resurrect some of the bits I tightened farther than they should have gone.

share or describe a favorite review you received: i got a lot of really, really thoughtful and lovely comments this year! I feel immensely lucky every time i write something and people like it enough to tell me so. Especially because writing was such a thorny thing for me it was deeply helpful to have people in my inbox going hey, i loved this. sometimes they did literary analysis! incredible shit!!! there are too many to have a particular favorite but someone just told me that they read to the morning come, the post-utrh superbat, a week into their DC comics journey. Which is crazy because that fic obliquely references the time the Joker was the Iranian ambassador, perhaps one of the stupidest storylines in comics. (In hindsight I could probably have come up with a different reason why Clark doesn't let Bruce kill the Joker.) I hope this person has a great time, and also I’m very sorry.

a time when writing was really, really hard: ha. well. I don’t think this is what the question was intended to get at but for 90% of the year it was physically painful for me to write! my nerve pain came roaring back in december of 2023 and I spent months and months only able to pick at stuff a couple dozen words at a time on my phone, or trying to do bits in voice to text via a truly wild phone to computer situation, or just full of ideas rattling about that I couldn’t do very much with. I try to let it be what it is but it has been a fucking rough year and many many times it made me want to bite. I have ups and downs and I’ll probably keep having ups and downs! i hope this isn’t forever because i really miss getting to lose myself in prose. but at the end of the day we are all just working within the limits of the form and sometimes that has to be more literal than i’d like.

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: i was originally writing my love sits patiently leaning more heavily on the jokes. But i realized that it is much funnier and also much sweeter if leorio genuinely gives himself a chair thing because he is so horny and emotional about kurapika, so then i had to write them having sex where the chair was integral while not, myself, being into furniture in that way. (i respect our kink warriors it just isn’t For Me!)

a favourite excerpt of your writing: i’m so pleased with all of the prose in unsent letters from the end of the world, yet another alyarr epistolary fic, but i’m particularly fond of the conclusion. I rattled around a little trying to figure out how alyosha’s voice should sound in these letters after everything he’s gone through. I was thinking a little bit of Leonard Cohen’s final letter to Marianne Ihlen-- there’s a particular certainty that comes with age, and I wanted to allow alyosha some bitterness while still acknowledging that of the various tragedies he’s witnessed, everything with arrell is probably not the top of the list. And also i wanted to stay true to the ending tone of spring in hieron, which is a story about the end of the world and the lives we make for ourselves anyway.

What I mean to say, in a rather roundabout way for which you are no longer around to chide me, is that I write you to tell myself a story, to determine my own thoughts by writing them down. To make a story, step by meandering step. I did not begin at the beginning, and I have not ended at the end, but I have, I think, come to the conclusion anyway. I loved a false god, and I will never know what, if anything, He loved. And I loved you, Tutor, and you loved me, and it was not enough. But I also loved the world. I loved it enough to change it. I thought there should be something instead of nothing, and I made it so. I hope I was not wrong to do so. From my window I can see children playing, swinging from branch to branch. I do not think I was.

how did you grow as a writer last year: i would like to say that i learned to accept my own limitations and celebrated my victories (getting a fic out for multiple events, getting to a place where I could write almost all of my love sits patiently by sitting down at a keyboard!!!) but that is a Work In Progress.

how do you hope to grow this year: i really do not want to jinx anything so i will just say i would like to be able to write sustainably, whatever that means for me this year. I suspect it will mean a variety of different things because what counts as sustainable changes from day to day!

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc.): really truly cannot say enough kind things about @suedeuxnim beloved friend beta cheerleader etc. thank you for cheering me on in my dms and keeping me supplied with cat pictures. also, separately, my wonderful spouse. this is a tumblr post, not the oscar acceptance speech, and i suspect they would find it embarrassing if i went on a lot but it makes every aspect of life easier to have a partner in crime.

anything from your real life show up in your writing last year: funnily enough the chronic pain duo fics were actually written BEFORE the big chronic pain resurgence, and also they’re from 2023. (this has actually happened to me twice, and while i’m not going to stop writing about chronic pain it does feel like maybe i am a little bit cursed.) I wrote two fics about bruce’s parenting choices and their effects on his kids and I think you can do the math! No one gets deeply into batman comics because they’re normal about fathers. Oh, in more fun things, Tim’s calendar from how cleanly, how quietly is based on the very real Daikonic Moments calendar from Omega Mart, which was our 2024 calendar. If anyone has suggestions for a 2025 calendar lmk because we got one for Christmas but it’s all bad mullets and we are not hanging it up.

any new wisdom you can share with other writers: i spent a non-zero amount of this year feeling bummed that i couldn’t write as much as I wanted, both because writing is one of my main hobbies and also because despite my cool and untouchable image (citation needed) it is hard not to compare myself to others who are able to write much, much, much more than me! But that is silly because I am me and they are them. There have been times in my life when i was the demon of productivity and times in my life when i wrote nothing publishable all year. So my wisdom (still working on the implementation part!!!) is to celebrate what you are able to do and not what you don’t manage. And also, write for yourself and your circle of freaks and you can’t go wrong.

any projects you’re looking to starting (or finishing) this year: anything i can finish is a win! I have a lot of projects in the hopper from almost two years ago; who knows what will happen. I did sign up for secret samol so there will be a fatt fic forthcoming, and I also signed up for another secret project (no longer secret! I'm gonna be in the Bruce Wayne pinup zine) so there’ll be something else probably in early summer. I would love to finish my jaydick injury fic. i have a second chapter of dinahbabs handler sex, but that one involves a lot of disability feelings and i’ve been putting it off because i want to do it justice. maybe superbat amnesia will happen at some point but that’s so long (and has a Real Plot) so the likelihood is slim. I have a LOT of ideas about how leopika can have sex mistakes I’d love to turn into fics but also they’re just fun to rotate. we’ll see!

#my fic #tag game

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emberwood-if · 2 years ago

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Emberwood Update #1 (9/30/2022)

I guess I'm doing these now? but anyway, hi! I wanted to post a general update because my presence here has started becoming sporadic.

As of right now, I’m officially around 85% done with the Halloween special! I just have to write the platonic route (which is the group date route). When I’m done with that, I’ll do a quick round of editing and will be adding some meat to the solo routes since some scenes left me a bit unsatisfied. I wasn't planning on making the specials a particularly long or complicated affair but ofc...my ambitions always leave me with so much more coding and writing lol but I prefer it that way. I'd rather have to do more and finish with a better piece of work than publish something I'm not proud of.

I'm hoping to release in early October, mostly because I'm traveling later in the month and won't be online. Worst case scenario, it'll release either mid October or right before Halloween.

Just to repeat: this specific special will be free! I do get a few asks about that.

If everything goes well, this will be the first and last piece of bonus content before Chapter 2 releases. HOPEFULLY. I really want to release Chapter 2 before the year ends, but my full time job makes that pretty difficult (I work nine hours—I’m usually tired by the time I’m done haha).

My brain is already running with ideas for a New Years Special and a birthday extra story (since one of the ROs bday is in December)) but Chapter 2 will take priority.

Chapter 2 is looking to be hefty already, but I might trim it down for pacing purposes.

I really really really want to release chapter 2 as soon as possible but it really depends on my free time.

That goes to my third point, with the way chapter 2 is progressing and how many components I'm adding to it, I feel like it won't be feasible for me to publish chapters without getting more eyes on it. There's so much branching, scene changes, choices, variables that publishing with little errors is def not likely hahaha.

When Chapter 2 is close to finishing, I guess I’ll look for beta testers/early readers

It depends on interest, I kind of want a beta reader/tester for each route (+the platonic route).

I created a form just to see if there is interest in being a beta tester.

(I hope the form works I never actually made one before lmao)

This is NOT an application (???) I just want to make sure there is some general interest.

Also, the visual masterpost is still coming haha It has slipped my mind but I will be posting that still!

Anyway, that’s all :) you’ll probably have a guess of how close I am to finishing chapter two once the (possible) beta forms come out (if people are interested), because that’s when I’ll have enough content to justify needing more eyes.

That’s all! As always, my inbox is always open <3

#emberwood update #emberwood #interactive fiction wip #interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive game #update

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bepp-ers · 4 years ago

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Only Human | Yandere! Solomon X Reader

oki oki so thankyu to this anon for requesting some Yandere! Solomon and Yandere! Satan. this is the first of two (2)! also, i am trying out the new Tumblr editor so if some things are different, you know why. second version should be up soon after this! <3

You watched with disinterest as your teacher went over some demon subject you weren't interested in enough to care, and quietly flicked through your notes.

Unfortunately, none of the brothers were in this class with you, so you'd have to meet with them afterwards.

'Thank god there's only a few more minutes...'

After gathering your things, you slipped away from the classroom, texting the group chat to tell people where you were.

Scanning the hallways, you grinned as you spotted the 2nd youngest of the brothers.

You were about to approach him, when someone tapped your shoulder. You jumped, spinning around quickly.

"Hey, [MC]." "Solomon! Don't sneak up on me like that, jeez." "Ahaha, did I scare you?" "Course not. Anyway, need something?"

His smiled widened. "Yes, actually, I could use an extra pair of hands back at Purgatory Hall. I was going to ask Simeon, but he and Luke are busy."

You glanced back to where you had seen Beel, but he was gone. You shrugged. "Sure, I like magical hijinks. Lemme just text Luci, and we can go."

You sent a text to Lucifer and walked with Solomon, leaving the school grounds together.

"Hey, [MC], where are ya goin'?" You turned at the sound of Mammon's voice, seeing that he was accompanied by Asmo and Beel.

"What Mammon meant was where are you two going without me?" Asmo sidled up to you and linked his arm with yours.

"Ah, [MC]'s just helping me back at Purgatory Hall. I'd love to have you along, but it requires assistance from a human. Otherwise I'd love to have you along."

"Aww. Fine, see you later [MC]! And you, Solomon!" "See ya." Beel was probably to focused on food to care that much.

Mammon, however, was not pleased. "Wait a sec' - You're a human! Ya' could just do it yourself!" Solomon chuckled, though you sensed it wasn't genuine.

"Well, [MC] here is my little helper. Now, if you'll excuse us." He put an arm around your shoulder and escorted you away, without further qualms.

"Sorry about Mammon, he can be such a meat head at times..." "Don't worry about it, I'm aware he's no angel." You giggled, and followed Solomon to his room.

You had always been fond of his room. There was so much going on, you could barely tell what was what.

In one corner, you saw several small ornate cauldrons sat upon an intricately carved table. You'd always thought of cauldrons as huge and old, but these looked brand new.

"As you can see, I've got everything ready. I need someone to add the ingredients in a specific order. Meanwhile, I need to prepare a separate concoction."

"Complicated stuff." "Eh, not really. I've written a list for the order of ingredients, and when to add them. Here," He handed you a list written on crisp parchment.

You scanned it, positive it was simple enough for you to follow.

"Your handwriting is surprisingly neat. Cool, I can do this. Just let me know when you want me to begin." “Mm, sure. You can start now, if you’d like.”

You nodded and got to work. First on the list: Angel Feather. ‘No guessing where he got that one.’

Secondly, Crushed Rubies. ‘Mammon would snort this stuff, hundred percent.’

You continued adding ingredients until there were none left, and you were left with a pastel pink mixture, with the texture of a smooth paint. You called Solomon to inspect it, and he beamed at you.

“That’s wonderful, you’re a natural. I’ll add the two together now,” He took your concoction and slowly began pouring it in. They swirled together, and you expected something crazy to happen.

It didn’t though, instead it simply all changed to that pinkish colour. “It looks pretty.” “Mm, I agree.” You thought for a moment, and then realised something.

You had no idea what this magical mixture did. “So, what does this stuff do, exactly?” He glanced over at you, and then shrugged.

“You don’t know??” “Maybe. I have a feeling I know, but the tome I found it in never actually specified.” “Oh. So... how are you gonna find out?”

He grinned. “Well, there’s a few ways. I think I’m going to go with testing it out on someone, though.”

You blinked. “That’s gonna be me, isn’t it?” “You’re so clever, [MC] . Just sit there for a moment please.”

You rolled your eyes as he turned around. Of course you’d ended up trying another mystery concoction. You just prayed it wasn’t as bad as his cooking.

“Viola. Here you go.” He turned to face you, holding a little bowl of the pink potion. You took it, and held it closely to your face.

“It won’t kill you, you know.” “I know, it just... it smells familiar. Bottoms up I guess...”

You took a sip of the substance, and then a larger gulp. Finishing the dregs, you licked your lips. “Well? Did I grow antlers or something cool?”

Solomon shook his head. “That’s a shame, it doesn’t seem to work. How did it taste, anyway?”

You paused. “I don’t know, like strawberry mi-- ack!!”

Coughing, you raised a hand to your mouth. Your eyes widened when you took it away and there was blood dripping down your palm.

“Solomon...?” You spluttered, the bowl clattering to the floor. With a shriek, you followed suit, more blood pouring from your mouth. “Sol....Solomon help! Wh-- agh- what was that potion?!”

You keeled over, clutching at your torso and mouth. To your horror, he simply smiled, kneeling down besides you. He reached a hand out, gently moving your hair from your face.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m glad the potion worked, aren’t you?”

Strawberries. That sweet taste mixed with blood danced on your lips, as you bolted up from the chair you were sat on.

Was it all just a cruel dream? Maybe Belphie was controlling your dreams for fun again...

Nope. Looking around, you didn’t recall your surroundings.

An room, whites, blues and golden hues trimming every surface, every edge.

The only issue was simply that there were no windows, and only one door. You rushed over to it, but as you neared your hand, the air around it pulsed and a shock rippled through your arm.

You voiced your pain out loud, and staggered over to the nearby mirror.

“W-wait, my pact mark...”

Scorched. That was all you could use to describe the bare skin on your neck, where the Avatar of Lust had made a pact with you.

Frantically scouring your body, you noted that all of your pacts had been damaged in one way or another, leaving you unable to summon any of the Brothers.

“Aw, did you lose something, MC?”

That voice. Smug, arrogant, silvery... You turned to glare at the sorcerer, seething. He stood by the grand bed, carefully observing you.

“W-what did you do?!” Was all you could manage, before collapsing from a sudden wave of exhaustion.

“I’m doing this for you, love. It’s only necessary, after all..”

“...You’re only human, [MC].”

i really hope this is okay as i come back into writing for this account. there’s so much i have done, and i just got overwhelmed. i’m back and i’m gonna try to look after me a bit more. i got back into obey me! swd? so that’s good. feel free to request, my tiny rat brain thrived on inboxes. love you guys! <3

#obey me #yandere obey me #yandere #yandere obey me x reader #yandere solomon #solomon #yandere x reader #yandere! obey me! shall we date?#bepp-ers

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sugaurora · 3 years ago

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Hey y’all!

I’m doing a mini-writer’s retreat with my writing group and am working on A Porn Star’s Guide to the Holidays with the intent to post it for Christmas in July (and Hoseok’s Jack in the Box album 🥺 💜)!

During a break, I went back to thinking about what I can do to make this site a more welcome place for me. I get so overwhelmed every time I come here and the endless doom-scrolling I have to do to reblog content and even support my moots goes against the distraction-free lifestyle I’ve been building for myself.

I’ll likely either make a new account under my pen name or revamp this one’s content, trimming down my follow list to a very few. I’d also like to talk about and reblog more content about writing in general, eventually integrating more of my original writing progress. I’m still thinking on this since I know this started as a bts/kpop blog, but I’ll post to the void when I come to a decision.

Also, I know I have asks in my inbox from like 3 months ago...and I’ll try to get to them today. So if you want to message me, I’ll be around!

#ktalk #apsgtth

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tobi-momo · 4 years ago

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Short Hair :)

a/n: thank you for requesting anon! i once cut my hair pretty short and was also a lil insecure so this helped me too! feel free to come by my inbox any time! Also- big big thank you to my sis @combat-wombatus <3 for basically coming up with the ground structure yall should go follow her bc her works? literal *chefs kiss* (i also kind took it as a pixie cut? so i am v sorry if you wanted the hair shorter) Request:

Type: Drabble/Scenario

Genre: Fluff, comfort (?), i think i kept this mostly GN, sooo

Warnings: cursing, insecurity, (i think thats it?)

general taglist: @zerohawks @hitosushi

Bakugou’s Crush Being Insecure About Their Short Hair

Mina had always been an unpredictable sparring partner

She was always jumping around and throwing her acid carelessly, trying to have fun with you as you actually try to do something with your quirk

Kirishima knows how much of a mess Mina can be and because yall are using his workout equipment- he needs to supervise.

He was givin yall tips n shit- very manly of him

You guys were getting into it, really trying to defeat one another when Mina made a mistake

Her acid hits your hair, burning it off to almost above chin length

Kirishima hurries over to your side, checking your neck and head for injuries and burns before turning over to Mina

“I’m so so so so so sorry, y/n! I didn’t mean to I swear!”

“It’s- It’s fine,” you lied, now super embarrassed and insecure, “i’ll just get it fixed or something. No big deal.”

“You’re lucky it was no big deal, one inch to the right and the acid woulda cut through your neck,” kirishima adds, worried about your state- you could always count on him to see behind your mask- thats one of the reasons hes your best friend

“Are you okay?” Mina pleads

“Yeah, of course, I just need to fix,” you point to your mess that you call hair, “this,” you breathe out a laugh

Mina basically freaks out and Kirishima being the manliest man to ever exist takes care of you <33 (not like that tho- this is a baku x reader, ok!)

He gives you a ride to the hair salon (he needed to touch up on his hair too ngl) and totally hypes you up the entire time you were getting your hair trimmed

It made you feel better, but you were still iffy about your hair, but what else were you gonna do? Shave your head? Hell no.

He knew this, of course, and offered you one of his hats to where during school hours until you were comfortable

So, showing up to school in Kirishima’s hat set someone in particular off.

Walking into class with an expressionless face, you take your seat and sloppily drop your bag on the floor beside your chair. Not feeling up to interacting with anyone, especially since your new haircut was the shortest it’s ever been ever. You just wanted to crawl inside a hole and never come out. You didn’t want to hear other people’s remarks on your hair, you didn’t want people to look at it. You didn’t want Mina to feel bad of course, but you couldn’t help but feel...not right.

“What the fuck is that?” You look up unfazed until you see Bakugou, the one that made your heart flutter when you looked at him, and your face flushing red as you stare at him, embarrassed as all hell when he points at Kirishima’s hat.

“What is what?” You ask, acting oblivious, but you can tell he can see through that.

“That, the ugly fuckin’ hat you have on. Take it off.”

“No can do, Baku-kun,” you reply, nonchalant.

“Well why the hell not?” His temper shows when he doesn’t get his way.

“Because.” You look down at your desk.

“You shitty fucking woman.” You look up at him again, bored, before you start tapping your finger on the desk repeatedly. “If you don’t take Shitty Hair’s hat off right now I will rip it off of your head.”

How did he know it was Kirishima’s hat? You finally give in, not wanting him to pull your hat off without giving him a warning for what he might see.

You moan in defeat, sitting up. “Mina. She burned my hair with her quirk so I had to cut it.”

“I said sorry!” Mina chimes in. You acknowledge her for a moment, then turn back to Bakugou.

“Lemme see,” he says softly, which surprises you and makes your pulse stutter, but you won’t give up so easily.

“No.”

He tilts his head, giving you a glare that makes you think he actually might take your hat off forcibly. Ok, so you may give up a little easily. You sigh and slowly take off your hat. Kirishima watches from afar, smiling widely while he hits Kaminari and Sero with the back of his arm, catching their attention to face you.

Your hair is revealed, and all Bakugou can do is stare. Just- stare. You regret coming to class. You stand up, making your chair screech on the floor before grabbing your bag, mumbling curses to yourself before heading out. Before you could close the door, though, you felt your arm being tugged back into the classroom. Your head whips around to see Bakugou having the same distraught, shocked expression on his face- almost looked like disbelief.

“What? Leave me alone.” You try to pull your arm back before Bakugou uses his other hand to grab your same arm, his expression not faltering. “What the hell is your problem? It’s short, yeah, I get that. You don’t need to rub it in my face.” You look away. Of course he would have that reaction. He thought you were ugly.

Mina’s face falters, turning into a frown, sad for you and also mad at herself. Kirishima took notice and gave her a reassuring look.

“You look-” Bakugou fails to get a sentence out, stumbling on his words.

“I look what. Just say it already.”

“Fucking beautiful.” Your head shoots up, and everyone in the back of the class silently cheers while they await your response. You hear a couple gasps in the background, but don’t pay attention when you tilt your head in confusion.

“W-what?” You furrow your eyes, completely taken by surprise.

Bakugou’s eyes widen for a second before returning to normal, letting go of your rights. He clears his throat as he turns away with a blush. “I said you look beautiful. Got a problem?”

You look around the room, seeing everyone’s expression. Everyone- mostly everyone- was smiling towards you too, like they have been waiting for it to happen. Mina nods at you, nudging you on. Kirishima winks at you, pointing his head at Bakugou, who is currently facing the door frame. You look back at him, realizing how flustered he is. You smile. So- he didn’t think you were ugly? He thought you were beautiful. *He* thought you were beautiful. Short hair and all. Wow.

“No. I don’t.” He looks at you with shock, not expecting that answer.

“Good. Now don’t ever wear Shitty Hair’s hat ever again,” he tries to pull off. With that, he takes the hat of your head and chucks it at Kirishima, who catches it then laughs, giving everyone else the queue to start bombarding you with compliments and questions.

Having short hair may not be so bad.

REQUESTS:OPEN

#bnha #mha #bnha fluff #bnha headcanons #mha fluff #mha headcanons #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou headcanons #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #kirishima #ashido mina #momo<3

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thatesqcrush · 4 years ago

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The Nanny, Part 3.

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Follow-up to part two. You can read part one here. Warnings: NSFW - smut, spanking, oral, squirting, daddy kink, p in v sex, masturbation (m & f), language. Also CW: physical violence (smack across the face). WC: 6.5K

S/O: @beccabarba for beta'ing not 1 but 2 versions of this story and for words of encouragement/support.

If you had a nickel for the amount of times you and Bryan each said “this can’t happen again”, you wouldn’t even need to be a nanny anymore. Once again, you found yourself tangled in Bryan’s sheets in post-coital bliss.

You were laying on your side, with your head propped on your hand. “That’s one hell of a way to wake up.” You murmured, to which Bryan let out a low chuckle.

“You’re welcome.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sometimes I swear that ego of yours is bigger than that cock of yours.”

“You fucking love it.” Bryan replied as he covered his body with yours and rolled, so he was on top of you. He used his knee to part your legs, not that they needed much from his part to open wide.

Your eyes searched his green eyes, which were sparkling. You wrapped a hand around his sweat slicked neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. The kiss started softly, but quickly ramped up in intensity. A low rumble emanated from his chest as he started rocking his hips into yours. You felt his cock, beginning to harden once more and your arousal shot through you like lightening.

Bryan’s lips found purchase on your neck and you let out a gasp as he sucked a mark into your skin, leaving a bruise. You let out a throaty moan as he followed with his teeth grazing the bruised skin before soothing the spot with his warm, wet tongue.

Your nipples were rock solid, despite his warm body on top of you. You elongated your neck to give him further access to your neck when your eyes caught the time on his clock.

“Shit I should go, the kids will be up soon for school!”

Bryan pressed a kiss on your lips before giving your ass a sharp smack. “Okay.”

You swung off Bryan and grabbed your clothes that were crumpled in the corner of the room. You playfully tossed your ruined panties to Bryan before you slipped on your sleep shorts and t-shirt. “I can’t find my panties.” You stated out loud, really to yourself more than to Bryan.

Bryan let out a low whistle and when you turned to him, you saw he had them hanging off the tip of his index finger. You smirked and you walked over to him. You reached to grab them and he pulled them back, balling them up in his fist.

“Fine, keep them. May they bring you fond memories.” You poked his chest with your finger. “Since this is the last time.”

Bryan’s gaze changed and his eyes hardened. He reached for you, and pulled you close to him with a strong arm. “Right.”

You leaned up to kiss him, and the kiss was quick and brief, as he pulled away. You opened your mouth to say something but found yourself unable to say anything. So instead, you spun on your heels and made your way out. You quietly shut the door behind you and when you turned around, you nearly bumped into Jasper. He rubbed his eyes before looking at you curiously. “Ms. Y/N, what were you doing in my dad’s room?”

“Jasper! Um.” You began, your cheeks burning, racking your brain for something to say to the seven year old. “I had to help your dad with something. It’s still early, why don’t you go back to bed and I’ll come get you when it’s time for breakfast. How about chocolate chip pancakes?”

Jasper yawned and rubbed his eyes. “Okay.” You sighed inwardly and walked Jasper down the hall back to his room.

Back in your room, you showered and freshened up. You were still tingly all over from sleeping with Bryan earlier. Part of you wondered if it was really the last time and if you thought about it too much, an uncomfortable feeling gnawed at your insides.

Deep down though, you knew, it wasn’t.

***

Later that evening, you settled into bed with your tablet, hoping that a good book would quiet your mind from other thoughts. You pulled the comforter up to your waist and turned all but one light off. Before opening your latest read, you decided to check your email.

“Junk, junk, junk.” You murmured to yourself as you went through your inbox. There was one email that caught your eye.

It was from your cousin in New York who was getting married in less than a month. You were a bridesmaid and it was an invitation to her bachelorette festivities in The Hamptons.

You made a mental note to ask Bryan about time off to attend in the morning.

***

“Where are you going again?” Bryan asked as he followed you into the kitchen. You pulled a carafe of orange juice from the fridge as well as some cut-up fruit. You used your foot to shut the fridge door and set everything on the marbled breakfast bar.

You watched Bryan as walked by, inwardly groaning. He was shirtless, in casual sleep shorts. Your eyes raked over his muscular chest, knowing how good it felt to grip when you rode him. How the smattering of salt and pepper chest hair felt against your nipples. How he always kept it trim and it made a perfect trail to…

“The Hamptons.” You replied, shaking your head out of its reverie. “She rented a beach house for the weekend and we’re just basically going to drink and work on our tans.”

“Mmm.” Bryan reached for a glass and made his way towards you. Your breath hitched as he approached you from behind. You could feel his breath hot on your neck as he reached past you for the carafe of orange juice.

“I should be so jealous.”

You tensed, straightening your back. “How so?” you squeaked.

You felt Bryan push your hair off your neck and felt his beard tickle your skin. “I’d love to see you in a bathing suit.”

You laughed and turned around. Your heart raced as you were almost nose to nose with the litigator. “Bryan, you’ve seen me naked. I have had your dick in my mouth.”

Bryan smirked. “It’s different.” He brought the carafe to his mouth and drank it. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed in his neck and all you wanted to do in that moment was to hop on the counter and let him have his way from you. Bryan set the orange juice down and licked his lips. Your cunt clenched around nothing and you were certain your face was flushing.

“Oh.”

Bryan winked and left, but not before grabbing a piece of melon and plucking it into his mouth.

***

Time flew and soon it was the morning of when you were to head out to the East Coast.

“Jasper, Sandrine, be on your best behavior this weekend.” You said, crouching between the two tow headed children. “Try not to give your dad a hard time.” Please.” you added after a beat.

“We won’t.” Sandrine replied. “Promise.”

Jasper nodded eagerly. “Bring us a souvenir?” he asked, his voice hopeful.

“Of course!” You replied. You heard a car honk outside. You stood and ruffled Jasper’s hair. You looked past him, to Bryan. “That must be my ride.”

“Really should have let me drive you.” Bryan gruffed.

You smiled. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll only be gone for the weekend. I’ll be back Sunday night. Not even a two hour flight.”

“Let me at least walk you out and help you with your luggage.”

You didn’t miss how his hand cradled your lower back as he walked you out. After your luggage was put in the trunk, Bryan handed the driver some cash, telling him to keep the change. Before you got in the car, Bryan surprised you by kissing you. “You’ll be missed.”

The two of you were completely unaware of four little eyes watching from behind the window adjacent to the door.

***

Bryan was sure you were having a great time. He didn’t want to seem overbearing but he was curious as to how you were doing. He quickly learned how much of a good time you were having through your instagram since you followed each other. He smiled at the pictures of you and your cousins. It looked like you were having a great time. Bryan couldn't help but admit that his feelings for you were becoming more.

You were dancing with your cousin and her friends at a dive bar. You were in a bikini top and shorts, rolled at the waist but undone, around a bonfire. Random shots of you hugging people. There was one photo in particular he wasn’t wild about but he was sure it was nothing more - you were in the middle of the shot, sandwiched between who he deduced was your cousin and some young blond man. The blond wrapped his arm around your waist and you were smiling.

There were also some interesting text messages. One was a photo of you in your suit, as he requested, and then there was one of you nude, from the neck below.

You were back in your room, after having one too many drinks. You changed your clothes and climbed into bed. A thought occurred to you - your roommate - a friend of your cousins - was off hooking up with some random person - you could call Bryan and have a little phone sex. You climbed into bed and reached for your phone.

You pouted as your call went to voicemail. “Hi Bryan - oh, I’m sorry.” You slurred. “I mean daddy. Right? You like it when I call you that right? I miss you so much. I wish you were here with me. I am so lonely and so fucking wet for you.” Your hands drifted down to the middle of your legs and you began to touch yourself. You continued to play with yourself while talking into the phone. “It’s never off the table - you and I. I am always yours for the taking.”

You began to rub yourself more quickly, feeling the coil inside of you about to burst. “Oh yes, daddy! Fuck!”

As you came down, your phone beeped. You looked back at the phone. It was dead.

You threw your head back onto the pillow, irritated. You sat up and reached for your charger and plugged it in. As you waited for the phone to charge, your eyes became heavy and soon you were asleep.

***

Meanwhile in Chicago, Bryan sat in his office, trying to finish a brief. The kids were asleep in their rooms. He looked at the clock, and wondered if you were still awake. He picked up his phone and was about to call you, when he changed his mind and decided to pull up the picture of you naked once more. Bryan’s cock twitched and his thumb trailed over you. He stood and lowered his pants and boxers, so they were around his ankles. His cock was hard and weeping. He stroked himself as his mind drifted back to the last time he fucked you. He remembered how your body swayed from the pull of his hands drawing you back on his cock.

He stroked himself rhythmically, squeezing at the base with every downstroke. Bryan let his thumb glide across the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum. Bryan released himself and spit into his hand before resuming his movements, now stroking faster. Bryan stared at the picture of you and let out a moan, imagining it was you sucking and stroking him instead. He recalled how wet you were, how good your pussy felt wrapped around his cock, taking him deep.

Bryan’s balls began to feel heavy and that familiar coil in his gut began to emerge, signaling his need for release. He began to stroke himself feverishly, working faster and faster. He gripped his phone hard before releasing it knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. Bryan’s hips jerk forward as cum pumped out in hot and fast spurts all over his fist. He attempted to make it last by continuing to stroke himself languidly, squeezing out every last bit of cum. With a grunt and shuddering sigh, Bryan felt incredible relief. Bryan tried to bring his labored breathing back to normal so that he could clean himself up. He was so distracted while cleaning up, he didn’t see the incoming missed call from you, or your voicemail.

***

The next morning, you woke up to a few texts from Bryan double checking when your flight came in. You responded and inquired how the kids were in your absence. ‘Fine.’

If you were paranoid, you would have felt uncomfortable at his short reply. You showered and since it was still warm out in New York, chose a sundress and a cardigan.

You said goodbye to your cousin and her friends, and took a cab to the airport. You made sure to stop at the giftshop to pick up some souvenirs for Sandrine and Jasper. You found a chintzy cigar ashtray emblazoned with I “heart” NY and picked that up for Bryan.

It was to your surprise that you found Bryan waiting at arrivals with Jasper and Sandrine. You laughed at the sign Jasper held with your name. “Did you all miss me?” You asked.

“Dad doesn’t make the pancakes like you make them.” Sandrine replied, with a roll of her eyes as you all walked to the parking lot.

“I am sure he did just fine.” You replied.

Bryan grunted in response and you looked his way, your brow arched. After waiting a beat and realizing he wasn’t going to say anything further, you turned your attention back to the children.

“Well, I missed you all tons. It was not the same without you three.” You replied as Sandrine took your hand.

“You sure looked like you were having fun.” Bryan muttered under his breath as you all approached his car. Bryan took your bag and unceremoniously dropped it into the trunk. While you knew Bryan had a temper - you couldn’t chalk what you did to upset him. ‘Maybe just work bullshit.’ you thought to yourself as you got in the car.

***

Dinner that night was takeout - Chinese - and you all sat around the coffee table, very informally as a movie played. Bryan sat on the couch, sipping his drink and picking at dinner. After the last fortune cookie was read, Bryan cleaned up and you got the kids ready for bed.

You tucked the kids for the night and then made way to find Bryan. He was in his study, his back to you as he looked out the window. Before you could even announce your presence, he beckoned you in.

Still looking outside the window, Bryan took a long sip of his drink. “You had a lot of fun this weekend, didn’t you?”

“I did.” You admitted, rather slowly as you approached him from behind. “Is there some kind of a problem?”

“You were naughty. I saw the pictures, prancing around in that little bikini, flaunting those tits. I saw how that guy had his arm wrapped around you.”

“Him?” You exclaimed before letting out a sardonic chuckle. “He grabbed my ass and I smacked him. Besides,” you continued, “what does it matter? It’s not like I am your girlfriend. What? Are you pissed you had to deal with your children for once on a whole given weekend?”

“Excuse me?” Bryan turned to face you. “What did you say?”

You crossed your arms, which pushed your tits further up in the sundress you still wore.

“You heard me.” You challenged, your chin jutted upwards in defiance.

“I heard that little message you left me too.”

You stared at him confusedly for a minute and then your eyes widened in realization.

Bryan took out his cellphone and pressed play on the voicemail message that you didn’t recall leaving. Your mouth dropped as you heard yourself masturbating and then coming.

Bryan tossed his phone onto the desk followed by the glass, which left the sound of a plink. He stalked you with long strides and when you blinked, he materialized in front of you. You looked up at him, and he could see the fire in your eyes.

Bryan pulled you to him, and his hands were immediately on your ass, squeezing and groping. Your hands cupped his cheeks as you pressed your lips to his, kissing him. Your kiss was desperate and your cunt ached with need.

He tilted your neck, exposing the slope and he latched his mouth on your sweet spot. He sucked a mark into your skin and then used his teeth to scrape the wounded area, causing you to hiss.

There was a couch in the study and normally you would find Bryan there, asleep when he’s worked too late. Now instead, he was sitting, with your bottom-half draped over his lap.

Bryan flipped your sundress up, delighted to find you wearing a thong. Your breath hitched as his hands gently caressed your exposed flesh and then pulled the back of your thong up, so it disappeared more between your cheeks. His other hand dipped to your pussy, feeling how hot, wet and needy you were.

“Such a fucking tease. We agreed we weren’t going to do anything else, did we not?”

His fingers dipped slightly into your folds, teasing.

“I’m a tease? Please, you loved it.” You retorted before letting out a moan.

“Watch that mouth.” Bryan growled as he removed his hand from your already soaking cunt, and moved it to your hair where he gave a firm tug. “You’re going to get spanked for that little comment.” Bryan grabbed a handful of flesh and shook it.

His tone took a deeper, darker, authoritarian tone. “Count.”

The first spank was light, almost like a test spank. Still, you couldn’t help yourself. “You call that a spank? C’mon, if you’re going to spank me, make it worth my while.”

A rumble emanated deep and low from Bryan and you tensed, bracing yourself for the subsequent spank. His heavy hand landed on your skin, sharp and hot, the sound nearly reverberating in the otherwise quiet space. You let out a gasp as you jolted slightly off of him.

“That better?” Bryan asked. Your skin was tingling and you found yourself unable to formulate words. Another smack landed, this time on the opposite cheek, sending a shot of arousal through your core. One of his hands soothed a reddened cheek while the other twisted into your hair and tugged harshly. “Well? Answer me.”

Your eyes pricked with tears; the pain mixed with your arousal - it hurt, but in a good way and you wanted more. “Yes.”

“Adding another ten. Keep it up and I’ll add another ten. Right now we are at twenty. Count.”

You took a deep breath as Bryan’s hand came down hard on your ass once more.

“One.” The spank that followed was delivered just as harshly, maybe even more so.

“Two.”

The sting stuck around a few seconds longer and your skin began to feel more and more sensitive. Your pussy throbbed and you knew if Bryan were to touch you, you would fall apart.

As if reading your mind, you felt Bryan’s hands at the sides of your panties. He nimbly removed them, and lowered them down to the widest part of your thighs, the material stretching. The air of the room caressed your folds and Bryan hummed pleasantly. His fingers skimmed your cunt, which was hot and wet. Over and over, Bryan teasingly played with your cunt - stroking inside and out. His fingers were coated in your juices. You were whimpering, mewling under your breath softly, but you were stuck there on his lap. Your breath was heavy, your heart was pounding in tandem with the throb of your pussy.

“Daddy, oh fuck, please.” You begged. A tear dripped down your cheek. “I want to come! Please!”

You tried to squirm, desperate for some kind of friction, but Bryan just held you there.

“Good girls get to come. You’re my dirty little slut. Tell me do you think of me often when you touch yourself?

“Yes.” You whimpered. “All the time.”

The flat of his palm was against your skin, delivering yet another controlled and calculated spank. Over and over again, alternating sides of your cheeks while you counted. By the time the final spank was delivered, the skin of your ass was red and hot. You took another deep breath as Bryan delivered the final spank �� that final spank was the hardest spank you’d managed yet. Your whole body tensed for a moment as the pain radiated around you, more tears falling.

Bryan’s cock was painfully hard, aching against you. All in that moment was him inside of you, to quell that ache that he had created. Instead, he stood, shifting you back onto the couch so that you laid flat.

“Don’t move.” His voice was firm and you nodded. Your eyes tracked him as he walked out of the study. Your mind began to drift to where he was going. Was he going to leave you there? Was this some kind of kinky test?

Before your mind could drift any further, Bryan was back. He sat next to you and you heard the sound of a lid being unscrewed. You jumped slightly as you felt something - a cream, an ointment - you weren’t sure - being applied to your skin.

“It’s a salve with comfrey.” Bryan murmured. “You did so well.”

When he was done, your panties were tugged back up and your dress smoothed down. You winced as you sat up. Your face and chest were flushed and Bryan could see the outline of your hard nipples. You were doe-eyed, your mouth slightly parted.

Bryan rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip, in a gentle almost caressing way. You darted your tongue out and nipped the fatty pad of his thumb. Bryan took a deep inhalation and your eyes drifted to his cock, which was still pressing against the front of his pants.

Bryan watched as you undid the straps of your dress, one shoulder at a time, and then shimmying it down, exposing your breasts.

You reached down to the button of his pants but Bryan caught your wrists instead.

“Not now. Later.” Bryan stood and then turned to help you stand. As much as he did want to fuck you, he wanted the satisfaction of denying you. Instead he pulled your straps back up. “You need to rest for what I have in store for later. Now what do you say for earlier? Did you learn your lesson?”

You nodded and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Maybe.”

Bryan leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Such a slut for daddy’s cock.” And with that he pinched your nipple hard, causing you to cry out once more.

***

The following day and the rest of the week that followed, Bryan made no further move other than little kisses and touches here and there. By the time the end of the week rolled around, you felt as if every nerve ending was electrified, like a ticking bomb waiting to detonate. You were so thrilled that the kids were going to their mother’s for the weekend. You would finally be alone with Bryan, with no interruptions.

As you hugged the children goodbye, Constance glared at you as she leaned against her car. The driver of Constance’s car came around and picked up the children’s overnight bags and loaded them into the trunk.

You waved goodbye and as you spun on your heels to go back inside, you heard your name called.

Constance crossed her arms. Her gaze was hidden by her oversized sunglasses. “May I have a word with you?”

Your heart was in your throat and you could feel the bile in your throat rise.

“Sure.” You replied weakly. “Inside, so as to not disturb the children.”

Constance pushed past you and into her former home, whipping her long blonde hair in your face. The sound of her heels echoed throughout. You followed her, feeling as if you were walking in molasses. She spun around, while removing her sunglasses. The tension was thick - easily cut through with a knife.

“The children told me they saw you and Bryan kissing.”

You swallowed hard. You opened your mouth, but she raised a finger at you, shushing you.

“And while the children don’t have an issue with it, I do. And don’t think for a minute that Bryan loves you. I see through you. You’re nothing more than the hired help, someone who can be easily replaced. I have made sure to protect my assets and I will not have some two bit tramp take what is rightfully mine.” And before you could even further digest what she said, Constance delivered a sharp smack across your face.

You cried out, covering your face from any other infliction. To add insult to injury, when Constance slapped you, the stones of her many rings were on the inside of her palm, which cut your face. Your face grew hot, matching the heat that emanated from your bruised cheek.

You watched through tears as Connie stormed off and got into the back of her car. You continued to watch until the car drove off. You went over to the hallway mirror, checking your face. You gingerly touched your cheek, wincing as you did so. And it was only then, you allowed yourself to cry.

***

Hours later, Bryan came home from the office; you were nowhere to be found. He searched his home and then your apartment. Your car was still parked, so he knew you couldn’t have gone far.

When he did find you, he found you sitting at the pool edge, with a pack of peas on your face. Your eyes were puffy, streaks of mascara had dripped down your face and dried.

You couldn’t bear to look at him, fearing you would burst into tears once more. So when he crouched down next to you, you instead chose to look into the pool’s reflection, explaining what had happened.

“Come.” Bryan responded, offering his hand to you. You sighed and stood, taking his hand into yours. Bryan led you to the bathroom, where he cleaned your face and applied the same salve on your cheek as he did on your rear, just days prior.

Bryan offered dinner, but you refused, just wanting to go to bed. Bryan pressed a kiss to your forehead before excusing himself to make a call. As you reached the door to your apartment, you could hear Bryan yelling on the phone. And fresh tears fell once more.

***

You woke up the next morning, your head pounding. You showered and tied your hair into a loose wet braid. You found Bryan in the kitchen, plating food from containers. He gave you a small smile as you padded in.

“You know I can’t cook for shit.” Bryan apologized. “Coffee?”

You shook your head. “In a minute. I just wanted to say about last night --”

Bryan came up to you and placed a finger over your lips. “Nothing. It wasn’t your fault. It was Connie’s.” Even hearing her name made you wince.

To your surprise, Bryan enveloped you in a hug and you nuzzled against his chest, taking in how warm and solid he was. The embrace was comforting and as his fingers trailed your spine, you felt yourself grow warm in other places. Gently, you pulled away from him and looked up at him. Constance’s words reverberated in your head. Instead you decided to lean into it. If you were going to get smacked, then at least make it worth it. “You know, you were going to make good on that promise to me…”

Bryan raised a brow. “Are you sure? Look, last night was a lot --”

You shook your head as you repeated the words from your voicemail. “I’m yours for the taking… daddy.”

Bryan took a deep breath and something in his whole demeanor changed as you called him that. He cupped your face and pulled you in for a searing kiss. His tongue rolled against yours, exploring your mouth. You could taste the lingering coffee on him and he could taste the minty remnants of your mouth. You reached down and rubbed the front of his pants, feeling his cock harden beneath your touch. Bryan took the bottom of your lip and gave it a nip.

***

In all of the places you imagined having sex with Bryan, the middle of his open concept kitchen was not one of them. You were on your back, on the rug that usually was by the sink. Bryan loomed over you. You eyed the large tent in his pants and licked your lips hungrily. Bryan climbed over you, covering your body with his. His hands threaded in your hair as he slanted his mouth over yours. Your legs wrapped around his hips, interlocking at the ankles. As the two of you kissed, he rutted against you. Your hands ran down his sides, using your nails to scrape his sides.

Bryan broke the kiss and sat back on his haunches, before reaching for the hem of his shirt and removing it over his head. You admired his broad chest, with the smattering of greying chest hair that you loved so much. Your eyes followed the trail down to where it disappeared under the waistband of his pants. You leaned up slightly and removed your top before reaching back to unclasp your bra, freeing your aching breasts.

Bryan’s mouth latched onto a nipple immediately, swirling his tongue over the pebbled flesh. You arched slightly into his mouth as his teeth gently scraped over the sensitive and heated flesh. One hand wrapped into his hair, and the other cupped your other breast. You tugged on his hair so he could equally lavish the other breast. He suckled hard on your tit, leaving a purple mark.

“Oh yes, Bryan.” You moaned. You were already so wet and ready for more. You raised your hips, desperate for some friction. Bryan moved further down your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the valley of your breasts. His tongue laved on and over your belly button, causing your muscles to quiver. He finally made way down to just above your pelvic region where he made quick work of your pants and underwear, removing them simultaneously. Bryan tossed your clothes carelessly to the floor. You spread your legs, but he spread them further, hooking his arms under your thighs and bringing your sweet cunt to his mouth. He nuzzled your pussy, taking a deep inhalation of your scent. His hot breath on your cunt made you so eager in anticipation as to what was to come. You propped yourself up on your elbows and let out a giggle as Bryan gave you a wink before he dipped his head.

You let out an obscene moan and threw your head back as he flattened his tongue and licked a broad stripe up. The warm, wet muscle of his tongue circled your clit before his lips closed around it, suckling hard. You ground and rocked against his mouth, as he worked you closer and closer to orgasm. The enthusiastic sounds Bryan made as he ate you out only further served to heighten your arousal. Bryan would sporadically pause to lavish bites on your thighs but then would dive in, pushing his tongue inside of you as deep as possible.

“I’m going to come!” You cried out, feeling your orgasm about to crest. Bryan removed his mouth from you and you let out a whine at the denial. “Bryan!”

Bryan responded by sliding two of his thick fingers inside of you, using his thumb to roughly rub your clit. “You’ll come sweetheart. Don’t you worry. But you know what I want and I want you to give it to me.” His fingers crooked in a come hither motion towards your navel and a different kind of pressure began to quickly build. You grasped at the floor, your legs trembling. The pressure burst and your back arched in a bow as you came hard, squirting all over Bryan and the rug.

You barely had a chance to come down as Bryan eased out his fingers briefly and then thrusted three fingers deep inside of you, to the knuckles. “Fuck!”

“Give daddy another one sweetheart. You earned it.” Bryan commanded. His mouth returned to your clit, abusing and torturing it as his fingers began to jackhammer into you. You squeezed your eyes tightly, feeling the pressure build again.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna… oh God!” You wailed as Bryan removed his mouth and rubbed your clit with the flat of his palm rapidly. Warm wetness released from you as you squirted again.

“God I wish you could see how beautiful you are when you come for daddy.” Bryan purred as he licked your pussy juices off your thighs.

Your breath was shallow, your body trembling as Bryan stood to make removal of the rest of his clothes. His monstrously sized cock stood proudly, the meaty veins glistening with arousal. Bryan gave himself a few pumps. You widened your legs and Bryan shook his head. “All fours.”

You did as told, turning over on wobbly legs and positioning yourself on all fours.

You felt him line up with your entrance and you pushed back eagerly. His hands ran over your hips and then ass, grabbing the flesh. Teasingly, Bryan slipped the fat head of his cock inside you and then slipped out. He did it a few times and you let out an annoyed whine and pushed back once more.

Bryan pushed inside of you deeply in one smooth thrust, your cunt gripping him tightly once he was fully seated. Bryan groaned, deep and throaty, relishing in how your pussy took him so well. If he could have seen your face, he would have seen the dreamy smile on your face. Bryan’s cock was perfect and no one fucked you as good as he did. Bryan withdrew and then snapped his hips against the round of your ass, tearing a moan from you. Bryan grabbed the flesh of your hips and began to thrust in and out of you, setting a brutal and fast pace.

“Oh fuck yes daddy, give it to me!” You cried out, dropping your head. Your hair fell over your face, swaying in tandem with his thrusts.

“That’s it, take daddy’s cock.” Bryan growled as he placed a hand on the small of your back and leaned back slightly, watching as his cock, covered in your juices, disappeared in and out of you.

The sounds of obscene moans and deep, throaty groans filled the room as Bryan fucked you mercilessly. The sex was raw, primal and animalistic. Bryan withdrew and pulled you into standing position. You were about to question him, when he propped you on the table. He threw your legs over his shoulders and slid his cock back into you.

“Fuck, yes, oh Jesus fuck, give it to me! That’s it! Harder! Deeper!”

The table creaked and the table moved slightly as Bryan began to pick up the pace, his cock slamming inside of you over and over again. You could feel how his balls slapped against your cunt.

“Yes! Yes! Like that!” You panted. Bryan turned his head to one of your legs and licked the salt off your skin.

“Gonna come for me?” Bryan growled. “Gonna cream on my cock?”

“Yes, yes! Gonna make me come!” You cried out. Bryan dropped over you and a hand wrapped around your neck. Bryan squeezed and the air around you became thin. Bryan continued to fuck into you and you reached down to rub your clit.

Your walls began to tighten and flutter around Bryan’s length. “That’s it, give it to daddy.” He purred. “Let me feel you come and then I’ll fill you up real good.”

Bryan let go of your throat and moved to rub your clit as well, pushing your fingers away. You gasped, your lungs burning as air rushed in.

You came hard, your cunt squirting. You squeezed your eyes so hard that when you opened them, you saw floaters in your vision. Your cunt clamped on his cock again and you wailed again. “Bryan! Bryan! Oh my God!”

Bryan suddenly withdrew and he watched with obscene pride as you squirted again all over the table and floor.

“That’s right, make a mess for daddy.” Bryan growled. He then pushed you back down on the table, lifting your hips ever so slightly. He easily slid his cock inside of you once more and pounded into you erratically, chasing his own release. Bryan let out a deep groan, stiffening as he came, shooting his creamy hot load into you.

Bryan slumped over you and let out a sigh of content. You turned and pressed a kiss along his sweaty bearded cheek.

He withdrew and you let out a whine, already missing the feel of him inside of you. Bryan bent your legs to the knee and pulled your legs apart, his eyes focused on your pussy. “So full.” Bryan replied, again with pride.

You used the opportunity to squeeze some of your muscles, forcing some of his come out of you. Bryan let out a groan watching it drip out of you and onto the floor. He scooped some of his come that dripped out of you and slid his fingers inside of you, effectively fucking the cum back into you. You let out a shiver in response. Bryan slid his fingers out of you and sucked them clean before moving to stand you up.

You wrapped your arms around him, your mind still whirling. You were never going to be able to look at mealtime the same way again. “That was amazing.”

Bryan pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “And we have the whole weekend to ourselves.” He murmured and you hummed contentedly.

“I suppose we should clean this mess.” You stated, feeling yourself blush, despite the fact that you were both standing fully nude in his otherwise, pristine, white kitchen.

Bryan ran his hands through his hair, nodding. He then spoke again. “Don’t worry about Constance. I handled her.”

You looked up at Bryan, a small smile on your face. “Yeah?”

Bryan nodded and walked over to the sink, where he grabbed a rag. “She won’t be bothering you again or else. She’s just bitter and jealous. Her anger is misdirected - she should be upset with me. And even if she was, I don’t give a shit.”

You hummed and began picking up all the fallen clothes. “Thank you.”

Bryan wrapped his arms around you. “Now lets finish cleaning up and then let's take this to the shower.”

FIN.

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bulliedsubmissive · 4 years ago

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Top Ten Girl Bully Erotica Stories

Personally I find reading even more erotic than staged videos or photos of pornography. Since the Internet I have read thousands of stories mostly by amateur writers (like myself) featuring Girls that bully and dominate other Girls. As with everything though, some stand out more than others. There are prolific writers from a decade or more ago like Cactus Juggler, Couture and Little Miss Blair. Then there are singular once written classics from writers who are never seen or heard of again. Then there's the real historic ones that are so hard to find these days like Jane Parks and Cowgirl.

In the past few days I have made a list of my favourite Girl Bully stories of all time. I can think of probably thirty just off the top of my head but for now I'm going to trim it down to a list of ten counted down in seperate posts from ten to one. Starting soon I'll include a brief description and (hopefully) a link to each story. Each post will be tagged #tentoone so they can easily be found in my blog.

If you have any favourites please tell me. Chances are I have read them but if I haven't then I'd love the opportunity to see them and add them to my preliminary list. My inbox is always open and asks are also welcome if you'd like to make comment or make any requests for stories you have enjoyed but not been able to rediscover.

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thundergunexpresss · 5 years ago

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Not One To Take Advantage

“Fine,” you sigh, “how about if you come in with me now, I’ll let you touch my boob.” ... It’s the most ridiculous bribe, you’ve been together for over a year and he literally touched your boob before he left out the door, but judging by the sound of the door slamming shut and the scurry of his feet behind you, you’re pretty sure it worked.”

Round two baby!!! Please leave prompts/requests in my inbox, I suck at coming up with my own and I’m struggling to think of interesting plots! enjoy ❤️

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‘Outside x’

Send.

You drop your phone in your lap, looking up to the entrance of the bar. It was late, but you had volunteered to pick him up, not wanting him to have to drunkenly find his way back to your apartment on his own. It was a work do, which meant he would get absolutely wrecked. You loved to see him enjoy himself, being with the team allowing him to let go and relax with people he trusts. Plus, he was particularly handsy when he was drunk, and you loved the attention.

A hand smacking down onto the passenger window shakes you violently from your thoughts, your body jumping back against your door, shrieking as you recoil.

What the fu- Spencer.

You blink at his face which has suddenly appeared opposite you, a toothy grin on his face as he brings a hand up to wave through the window. Reaching over to unlock the door, you relax back into your seat, turning the key in the ignition.

“You’re such an idiot,” you huff as he shuts the door, hand reaching up to grab his seat belt but hitting the window with a thud instead. After a few more seconds of ungraceful grabbing, the belt clicks in place, and he brings his hand to his face to inspect the damage.

“Ouch,” he pouts, eyes wandering up to you under the dim light of the car, “hey, lets go to a store and get a first aid box,” he hesitates, “and also some chips. And chocolate.”

You laugh as the car pulls away from the bar, facing the road as you begin to drive in the direction of home.

“You has a good time then?” You raise your eyebrow, glancing over at him to find he’s already looking at you, “...what’re you looking at?”

“It was great,” he’s not so much slurring his words as he fumbling over them, eyes glazed and pupils blown from the drinks, “would’ve been better with you though.”

His hand lands on your thigh, squeezing and spreading his fingers across the fabric covering them. It’s literally right on queue, and you chuckle as you push his hand away.

“I’m driving, Spence.”

Home isn’t far, only a couple of minutes at this time of night, but you doubt he’s even registering that you’re in a car he’s that far gone. Clearly, he doesn’t care either way, his hand creeping back up your leg a lot higher than last time.

“Spence...” you warn, eyes keeping to the road, as he pushes his fingers clumsily towards your crotch. A shiver tickles up your spine as you feel how cold they are, finger tips pressing in slightly harder as his hand ascends up your leg. You can see your apartment building from where you are, fingers gripping the wheel as you keep your eyes forward.

You can hear him breathing beside you as you pull into your parking spot, key turning the engine off as the car falls dark. If you weren’t hyper aware of him touching you before, you are now. You turn to look at him, swallowing saliva you didn’t realise had built up. He’s biting his bottom lip over a smile, his eyes shining as he looks at you.

“You’re hotttttt,” he beams at you, grinning as his fingers find the lacy trim of your underwear. You let him rub at the material, your eyes still locked with his as you smile at each other. He’s so fucking cute when he’s drunk.

His smile falls into an over dramatic frown as you move your body away from him, pulling the door open as you hop out the car.

“Inside,” you pop your head back in, pointing to the front door, “before I make you sleep out here.”

He’s whines and crosses arms, childlike in his refusal to leave the car. It would definitely be annoying if it wasn’t for the smirk threatening to spread over his lips as his eyes sparkle - even in the dark. He’s toying with you, trying to get you to play along.

“Fine,” you sigh, stepping away from the car as you turn to the door, a full blown grin across his face as you look back, “how about if you come in with me now, I’ll let you touch my boob.”

It’s the most ridiculous bribe, you’ve been together for over a year and he literally touched your boob before he left out the door, but judging by the sound of the door slamming shut and the scurry of his feet behind you, you’re pretty sure it worked.

The lights are still on in the apartment, too bright in contrast to the dark outside, your eyes squinting as you turn the dimmer until the room becomes shadowed. Spencer slides past you, pulling at his tie as he drops down onto the couch, his hand reaching out, fingers grabbing the air.

“What are you doing?” You laugh, dropping your keys and making your way over to him. You need to go to bed, the early hour taking its toll, but before you can begin coaxing Spencer from his seat, his hand is grabbing your sweater, pulling you onto his lap at an awkward angle. You’re not really straddling him, one knee between his legs, holding yourself up by the pillows behind him.

Before you can readjust, his hand is looping round your neck, pulling you forward and crashing his lips into yours as he kisses you. It’s messy and it’s maybe a little bit too tongue-y, but he’s drunk, and he’s needy, and-

Drunk. Call it bad timing, his hands pushing under your sweater to feel your skin, a shiver shooting up your spine as he drags his fingers along your lower back.

“Spence,” you try to speak, but he’s lost himself in the kiss and he doesn’t even register the words, “Spence, we shouldn’t.” You pull yourself away from him and he looks panicked, desperate to get his lips back on yours.

“You’re drunk,” you explain, “what if I’m taking advantage of you.”

“No, no no no,” he drawls, “M’not drunk.” It’s cute and you really aren’t opposed to letting him just go wild on top of you, but something just feels a bit off, you being completely sober and him barely remembering his name. You sigh, pulling your bottom lip between you teeth as you look at him. You take in his pleading eyes, the way his body has melted into the couch, his hair dishevelled and lips swollen.

“I know,” your words are soft as you pull yourself away from him, settling on the couch in the spot opposite, the two of you sprawled out, watching each other. His brow is furrowed in confusion as he watches you, and you’re not sure if he’s waiting to see what you’re doing or if he just hasn’t even registered that you moved yet. It was quite the thrill being mentally superior to him, even if it was solely due to his blood alcohol level.

Bringing your hand up to your mouth, you relax into the couch, lips parting as you push your index and middle finger onto your tongue. You begin to suck on them, putting on a bit of a show for him, holding eye contact as you get your fingers wet. His pupils are fully dilated, chest rising and falling violently as he watches. You can see in your peripheral his hand creep up to his crotch, pushing his palm against the hard outline of himself under his trousers, whimpering at the first contact. Sliding your fingers from your mouth, you watch as they glisten in the dim light of the lounge. Spencer’s eyes follow them too, watching as you push your hand beneath the waistband of your sweatpants.

There’s something about the way that he can’t even see what you’re doing, the fact that he’s so visibly aroused just by the sight of you with no makeup and your pyjamas on infront of him that makes your hips jerk as your fingers come in contact with your clit. You begin to push your finger a tight circle around it, eyes fluttering shut as the feeling relaxes your body. It’s shameful how close you are just from a few seconds of your own touch, but the way Spencer’s eyes are watching you sets you on fire.

“We can both get what we want,” you say through laboured breaths, “we just can’t touch.”

His eyes shut and a whine escapes his mouth as he tugs on the fastening of his trousers. You watch him hurriedly pull down the zipper, lifting his hips as he pushes his clothes low enough that his cock springs free from its confines, slapping against his stomach and throbbing from the lack of contact.

It would be so easy to lean forward and lick a thick stripe up it, make him come undone with your mouth, even just with your hands, but this is exciting. You know he feels it too, the excitement of hands off, watching what you can’t have. His head is probably spinning right now, his fingers have wrapped around his length and he’s picked up a sloppy but quick rhythm, he doesn’t seem like he’s trying to make this one last.

Circling your clit a few more times, a guttural moan escapes your lips as you push your fingers further down, pushing two inside of yourself, feeling how wet you are. Bringing your other hand inside your sweats, you carry on with the tight circles you’ve been pressing over your clit, and- fuck.

It’s so good. Both hands are working at a rapid pace, you don’t know where to focus - your fingers which are working in and out of you, not quite filling you enough, or the knot forming in your lower stomach which threatens to snap and send you over the edge any second. You’re not even focusing on Spencer anymore, your head falling back onto the pillows behind you as you speed up your fingers. It’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so fucking- ah, good.

Your mouth falls open, no sound coming out as your muscles begin to spasm, your chest heaves up, struggling to keep your hands on yourself as your body moves involuntarily, shaking as you come.

Your mind feels like mush, your senses numb as you soak up every last second of your orgasm. The only thing your brain focusing on being the smacking sound coming from your boyfriend. Your eyes blink open as you lift your head, and how could you forget.

He’s still staring straight at you, his hand working over himself so fast you can barely see it. You know he’s close, he’s only bothering to pay attention to the angry red head of his cock, the noises falling from his lips becoming ragged and guttural. You know how much he loves watching you in pleasure, sometimes eating you out for hours, coming back up to face level with you, a wet stain on the front of his boxers just from watching you, not even having to touch himself to get off from it.

Pushing yourself onto your knees, you steady yourself on his thighs as you lean in, your face hovering above the erratic movements of his hands. He must think you’re about to take over, his hand slowing as he lets out a sigh which almost sounds like relief.

Neither of you have spoken since you started, and you keep it that way, not wanting to disrupt the magic boy in front of you. Your hand covers his, building a rhythm again as moans fall from his lips, despite the fact it’s his own hand. Just you setting the pace for him enough to make him want to come undone for you.

“I’m close,” the words barely make it out of his mouth, chest heaving as he looks at you desperately, eyes wide and pleading.

There’s not much time until he’s going to spill. Your eyes flick to his hand, and then back to his face. You weren’t going to touch him, but Jesus, you wanted to.

You look away from him, gaze averting as you concentrate on anything other than the thought of how he looks when he comes, his hair in his eyes and his lips red and bruised from his own biting.

You could perhaps compromise.

Leaving down, a thick line of spit falls from your mouth, hitting the head of his cock. It makes his hand slippery, the slap on his skin becoming louder as his movements become violent. You don’t wait to see his reaction, leaning up and connecting your lips just as messily as they’d met when you’d first got home.

The noise he makes is animalistic, strangled and as if he’d let go of all control of his body as he comes, fingers gripping onto your arm so tight it hurts. You press kisses against the edge of his mouth, his lips, his cheeks, gentle reminders of your presence as his body twitches, riding the wave.

It takes a minute of sitting in silence, chests heaving as you both allow yourselves to enjoy the moment together before either of you makes an effort to speak.

“You said,” he starts, muttering through heavy breaths, his alcohol laced breath hitting your nose as he speaks, “I could touch your boob.”

A laugh escapes you, grin lingering as you pull the two of you up from your slump on the couch. He’s messy, and as you look down you realise you’re messy too, but it can be dealt with in the morning. It’s nearly 4am, and you need sleep.

His arm drapes over your shoulder as you lead him towards your bedroom, supporting his drunk and spent body as best you can. Stripping him of his clothes and leaving them on the floor, you pull the blankets back and collapse into bed. He’s not far behind you, arms finding your body and wrapping round you as he settles his head to the pillow.

He’s not brushed his teeth, or washed, or had a drink of water as he normally insisted, but his grip on your waist and his face nuzzling into your neck convinces you that it’s not important.

His grip loosens, muscles becoming lax, the only noises coming from him the shallow breaths he takes as he sleeps. It’s soothing, your eyes shutting as you focus on listening to his breathing regulate. Seconds from falling into your long over due sleep, Spencer moves, his hand making his way from its spot on your waist and of course, even drunk and sleeping, he’s still the man you fell in love with, stubborn and insistent.

It lands on your boob, fingers resting there, gently squeezing as he hums sleepily, insistent on getting what he was promised, and your heart flutters.

You love drunk Spencer.

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smol-and-grumpy · 5 years ago

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Something Just Like This - CH14

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

WC: 3672

A/N: Thank you all for the lovely feedback I get for this series. Thank you for reading and staying. It’ll be a while until I get to the end, just so you know. There might be bumps on the way. Some bigger, some smaller. Please stay safe and don’t forget to wash your hands!

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean hears things.

He feels things.

There’s a movement that makes the mattress he lies on rock. There’s a sound of something. It gets brighter, he knows this, even if he has his eyes closed.

And yet, even though he hears and feels things so vividly, he can’t seem to be able to open his eyes. He doesn’t feel like he wants to, at all — feels too cozy in the warmth of the bed. A feeling he can’t really place, one he hasn’t felt for a really long time.

He pretends to still be sleeping. Like those times when Sam was in high school and he came home late. Dean was still awake but as soon as he heard the turning of keys in the lock, he slumped down on the sofa and pretended that he was sleeping, just because he didn't want Sam to know that he was worried sick and waited for Sam the whole night. He was just glad that Sam came back unscattered.

And that’s exactly what he’s doing now, he can feel the presence of someone else, can feel that someone’s moving around in the room he’s in but he’s just too lost in his own cozy cocoon.

He can hear a door closing in the distance, can hear someone walking around, hears water running, and he knows that he should be aware, maybe even frightened at the intruder who’s in his apartment, but he can’t seem to bring himself to care. It’s a weird and scary kind of satisfaction he feels. That’s what it is.

Dean wakes up a little more when he feels the mattress dipping and there’s someone nudging at his face, he opens his eyes but it’s way too bright so he closes them again. The smell of fresh coffee fills the air.

He feels someone moving beside him, someone nudging closer, a body cozying up to his, and there’s a soft giggle.

It takes him a while before he realizes where he is but when he does, the feeling of contentment almost suffocates him.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” Y/N says, nosing at his scruff that’s now evidently even longer because he hasn’t trimmed in days, she kisses along his cheek, down his neck, and over his bare chest. His heart pumping away underneath her fingers and lips. He’s sure she must have been feeling it, too.

“No,” He mumbles, his voice scratchy, too deep, still full of sleep, feels the bass of his own voice rumble in his chest.

“Come on.”

She sounds whiny and Dean couldn’t help but smirk when he opens one of his eyes. He has to squint because of the bright light but makes out her face as she smiles at him. She kisses him again, the corner of his lips, his chin, his nose. Her breath smells minty, fresh and there’s a smell of coffee mixed into it. She must have been up for a while.

“What a wake up call,” He says and tightens his grip around her waist, pulls her closer, lets her bury her face into the crook of his neck. “Just a little while longer, okay?”

And it’s true. He could get used to being woken up like this.

Preferably every day.

She wraps her legs around his middle, he takes it as a yes. Her fingers trail along his bare chest and up his shoulder, stopping at the scar of a stray bullet that once grazed his skin. She lets her fingers dance along his bicep, there’s another scar too. He’s riddled with them. Too many to count or remember where he got it from. Sometimes he has a hard time distinguishing scars he got from his job with the ones he came home with from the war.

“War?” She asks, and there’s a crease between her eyebrows to which he lifts his head and kisses it away.

“Yeah,” He answers, even though it’s not the entire truth. Some of them are, yeah, but most of the scars on his body are not from war. She doesn’t need to know that because it doesn’t seem important to him. And that particular one she has her finger on, that’s not from war, he knows because it’s the most recent one, an ice pick from an angry dealer because Dean just put him out of business. The dealer paid for the mistake with his life with a bullet out of Cas’ gun.

He takes another look at her, the crease between her eyebrows is still there and he tucks some loose strand of her hair behind her ear, lets his finger skims along her face, she looks much better than yesterday. “How are you feeling? Still hurt?”

She shrugs. “I’ll survive.”

“Well, I would hope so,” He chuckles. He knows that she’s probably still hurt, she must be. But he also knows that she’s one tough cookie.

She sits up and reaches over to her bedside table to hand him a mug of steaming coffee. Heaving himself up, he rests his back against the headboard and takes the mug from her. “I don’t know how you drink it, but since I don’t have any milk and sugar left, black it is.”

“That’s perfect.” He blows the steam a way and takes a sip. It’s perfect. He likes to drink it hotter, too. “Same color as my heart. Black as coal.”

Y/N swats at his chest and Dean has to balance the mug as not to spill any coffee onto the bed. “Woah!”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

He scoffs but feels his cheek heating up. He drinks the coffee, downs it in one go to hide the flush in his face.

Dean turns around and places the mug onto the table on his side of the bed. He could get up now, the only problem is that he doesn’t want to. So instead of getting up, he lies down again, cozying himself up in her bed. “What time is it?”

“It’s still early for you probably. 9AM. I just couldn’t sleep any longer.” She lies down with him and he spreads his arm for her to climb into. She comes in willingly, settles next to him, her arm drapes over his middle, her cheek on his chest.

It’s still damn early, Dean agrees. But weirdly…

...weirdly, he feels like he slept for at least ten hours.

He kisses her forehead, and she nudges closer so he rests his chin on the top of her head. “I didn’t have any nightmares,”

It’s a fact. He just realizes it now. It’s the second night without nightmares. Maybe the second night in what he thinks went on for years on end. He lost track already, can’t really tell when the last time was that he didn’t wake up with cold sweat and a beating heart.

“Do you usually?” Y/N asks, the tip of her finger paints figure eights on his chest.

“Yeah,” He sighs, “Every night.”

“The war.”

“Yeah,” He chuckles, even though it’s not funny. “But with you, I don’t.”

She tilts her head, looks up at him like he’s shitting her and he chuckles, paints along her eyebrow with his thumb, massaging at the crease that’s showing right between her eyebrows, before he goes on, “Last time too, when I slept next to you, the nightmares, they were gone.” He takes a breath, feels his heart pumping faster again. “This is it, right? I found you and you found me.”

“I found you and you found me.”

Y/N doesn’t say anything, wouldn’t know what to say to this, instead she buries her face into the crook of his neck and presses closer to him, hoping it's enough. Kind of hopes, he knows that she feels the same, it’s just a little more complicated for her and she buries her face even deeper, presses her lips to his skin. She doesn’t want him to see her guilt ridden face.

He’s stroking her back with one of his hands, his finger traveling over every bump of her spine, as if he wants to memorize it, memorize her, every bump of her body, every crease etched into her skin.

With his other hand, he blindly reaches for his phone that he carried and placed on the bedside table before he climbed into bed with her. She feels him thumbing through his messages, and knows for sure that there were some texts from Castiel because she peeked when he was still asleep.

She watches his face as he reads through the messages. Watches the long lashes when he blinks. Sees the freckles on his face, the crease of his dimples that are showing when he’s discontent or when he purses his lips. Knows so much of him already but it doesn’t seem like she knows him enough. After the texts, he went straight to his inbox. He has twenty-three unread texts and a dozen unread emails, she saw that.

Dean thumbs through the mails, scanning the names of the sender, only opening those mails he thinks are important to read right now. He did the same with his texts.

His fingers are still lazily stroking her, and every now and then he would absentmindedly kiss the top of her head. She has her eyes closed, listens to the beating of his heart. It feels good to lie like this. It strangely feels like home, something she never knew she missed.

“What time do you have to be at work?” He asks her but his voice is low, like he doesn’t know if she’s still awake and he doesn’t really want to wake her up.

“Seven.” She answers. It’s usually her shift because Ellen has grown comfortable with her closing up.

Dean places his phone back on the bedside table on his side of the bed and turns around abruptly, tackling her to climb on top of her. He pins both of her hands with only one of his to the mattress above her head, laughs at her because of the look of surprise on her face. He lowers himself, kisses her nose, her lip, her chin. He’s hard, she can feel that too. He dips his free hand underneath her shirt which she put back on after she got out of bed, skids his fingers up to her tits, twists at her nipple and makes her yelp up and then he laughs some more.

“Fuck, I wish I had more time to do all the things I wanna do to you.”

“What things?”

“Nasty things. Filthy things.” He chuckles and lowers his head to place kisses on her throat, sucks in a patch, draws blood to the surface of her skin.

He’s marking her up. And she doesn’t really mind.

“Why don’t you have time?”

He lets go of her throat long enough to answer her, “Gotta be at the bunker at ten. Cas called for a meeting.”

“The bunker?” She asks, raising an eyebrow at that.

He shrugs. “Yeah. A great one. It has a gym, gun rage, garage, kitchen, library, bedrooms, TV room, bathrooms, some more rooms and even a tub.”

His face lights up when he counts off the things he has in the bunker. Like he’s really really proud.

She wonders if they took Jo to the bunker. If Jo’s still alive or if they’ve already killed her off. It’s not her place to ask and she knows that too.

“Wow,” Y/N huffs out, “Is there anything you don’t have?”

“A pool.” The answer came out quick.

“Well, who needs a pool when you have a bunker, huh?” She jokes and in the next breath she goes, “Like really underneath the ground?”

Dean chuckles, “Yeah. I can show you around once.”

“What do you use it for? Like, why? Oh my god, you have a dungeon there, don’t you? A red room.”

He laughs, dropping his head on her shoulder, his breath warm against the crook of her neck.

“A dungeon, yeah. But it’s not a red room. I don’t even know what a red room is.”

He’s lying. She knows that he must know. She hasn’t read a single of those books but still she knows that it’s about a millionaire business man with a freaking sex dungeon of sorts?

Dean kisses her once, chaste, before he pushes himself up and starts to get dressed. “You gonna be okay?”

“Sure.” She says, pretending that she doesn’t mind that he leaves when in fact, she minds. A lot, actually. She’d love to spend the day with him. Maybe being lazy together, in bed. Or go on a walk, or fucking talk. She doesn’t know really. Just… something.

She walks him to the door and he bends down, places his hand on the back of her neck before he kisses her.

“I’ll see you tonight, baby.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She still can’t hide that she’s disappointed. “When?”

“I’ll pick you up. Take you home.” He says in a kind of a sexy voice that makes the hair on her back stand up, his arms sneaking around her waist as he takes a step towards her and pulls her close, her chest flat against his.

“Yeah?”

He lowers his face, kisses her cheek. “Yeah.”

“And then?”

“We play with the pussy.” Dean laughs like he just made the best joke in the world, the crinkles around his eyes deepening, and she rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, that was funny!”

“Sure.”

“And I wanna play with yours.”

Her cheeks feel hot all of a sudden. Last night’s memories are flashing behind her eyes.

She looks up to meet his eyes, sending him an amused look. “Will you let me play with your cock?”

“Christ, Y/N!” He hisses and she laughs at that.

“Hey, it’d only be fair.”

He places both his hands on her ass, drags her closer and grinds against her, makes her feel his boner and shit, it’s really really big. “Now I can’t think of anything else and will have to sit through a meeting with a boner. Thanks to you.” Dean whispers grumpily.

“You’re welcome,” She winks and it’s his turn to roll his eyes.

Dean left with a bruising kiss. She’s grown to like his kisses. They always start tantalizing slow but the pace and heat picks up soon, and he sucks and nibbles at her lips, making her shiver and leaves her wanting more. He’s a damn good kisser and that’s not really fair.

She goes back to bed, clasps her hands over her face, the heat in her cheeks almost unbearable.

This is it, isn’t it? He picks her of all people. And while he could have anyone, he wants her. She can’t help but feel guilty about it, but also she’s selfish, because she wants that too. She wants him.

Y/N thinks about when the last time was that she felt what she feels now. Thinks about her last relationship, not that there were many. She can count them off on three fingers. There was Brad who took her virginity. And she let him because she was curious and just wanted to get it over with. After all, she agrees that virginity is just a social construct, plus, she didn’t want to be the last one to go to college with her v-card on display. She never thought Brad would stay with her afterwards but they really had a great Summer together, until they parted for different colleges. She still thinks of him every now and then, they keep in touch, too. There are obligatory emails and texts for Birthdays and Christmas.

There were Michael and Cain later on but she barely remembers them because it’s so long ago and she doesn’t think the relationship was a fun one. Michael didn’t see her as his equal and Cain liked to keep tap on her and was very jealous. He turned into stalking and that’s the story of why she moved away from where she was before. And she’s glad that there's no way for him to find out her whereabouts when she’s undercover.

She’s yet to find out how Dean ticks but from what she gathered, he quite sees her as his equal but also someone he has to take care of (which she sometimes really doesn’t mind because she thinks that Dean needs this. Needs to be able to take care of someone).

Oh my god, Dean.

She turns and buries her face in the pillow. There’s still traces of him left. She inhales, closes her eyes.

Fuck.

She’s really fucked. She shouldn’t but all the fibers in her body wants.

Dean drives to the bunker in a hurry. The meeting was a lie. Of course it was. He really didn’t want to lie to her but he couldn’t tell her the truth either. Not yet. Cas only told him that he has to take on the shift as everyone seems to be occupied. But the boner is a real thing and fuck, he really can’t wait to see her tonight.

He arrives when Bobby is about to head out.

“Did she talk?” He asks the old man.

“Not a word. At least not the things you’d want to hear.” Bobby places a hand on his shoulder in passing.

“Dammit,” Dean huffs out.

“You gonna be okay? Rufus is going to come over but he can’t make it before noon.”

“Yeah,” Dean says, “That’s alright.”

Bobby nods and makes his way up the stairs when Dean turns around to call up to Bobby. “Thanks, you know.. For the food.”

“Anytime, son.” Bobby has a smile on his face, the man likes to talk about his food. “She’s a lovely young lady.”

“Yeah,” Dean replicates the smile. “She is.”

“Take good care of her.”

“I try.”

When the door closes, Dean walks down to the dungeon. He wonders if he needs to fix Jo something up for breakfast but seeing that Bobby was here, Dean’s sure that Bobby won’t let anyone go hungry anyway. Not even Jo.

He steps into the room, closes the door behind him before he takes a look at the girl on the chair. Jo still has that mad look in her eyes.

Dean takes off his hoodie, drapes it over the chair and pulls the chair close to Jo. Not too close, because he knows that she can spit quite far, but close enough. Her hands are bound onto the arms of the chair.

Jo’s eyes are fixed on his crotch. What is it with women. Every time he wears sweatpants nobody even looks him in his eyes. He knows how women who are objectified on a regular basis feel now.

“My eyes are up here, Jo.” He says calmly and takes a seat.

She chuckles darkly, her head’s a little tilted downwards but her eyes are looking up at him. “You’re half hard. Is it because of me?”

Dean snorts. “You probably wish, Jo.”

“I mean, I can help out.” She shrugs, her lips curve into a playful smile but then her face settles into something else. Something Dean hasn't seen for a long time. Something that resembles the old Jo. “You were with her, weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” He says, smiles a little and can’t help it because he always smiles when he thinks of Y/N.

“What is it about her?”

“She’s not you.” Dean shrugs.

“Ouch, that hurt.”

He doesn’t know why Jo starts to chuckle but this time it isn’t dark. It sounds kind of genuine and he wonders if that’s it. If this is the moment Jo comes back to her fucking senses.

And then Jo adds, “No, really, why her?”

He takes a moment to think. Yeah, it’s a legitimate question. Why her of all people when he could have anyone? “I don’t know. I think that there are people out there who will fuel the fire inside of you, you know? Who will push you and better you. She’s doing exactly that.”

“You love her?”

“I don’t know,” He threads his hand through his hair, “It’s still new.”

“You do, because that’s how you are.” Jo says then when her chuckle dies down.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s sad that everyone knows you better than you know yourself, Dean, isn’t it?”

Dean raises his eyebrow, not really getting it.

“You love her. You don’t know it yet but you do.” Jo huffs out. Her lips curve into a playful smile.

“Love is so rare.” He says, knowing that it is.

“When you love, you love. You wouldn’t go through all this if you don’t love her. We all know that. And your love, Dean, has always been unconditional. It’s rare, you know? So, love is not rare. Your love is.”

“I don’t understand.”

Jo sighs, “Oh my god, you can be glad that you look as good as you do. What do you mean you don’t understand?” Jo rolls her eyes and he knows that if she could, she would gesture wildly with her hands. “You don’t know any other love than unconditional, is what I’m saying. John? Mary? Sam? Those are the only ones you ever did love. And it’s unconditional. They could do no wrong in your eyes.”

Dean’s crease between his eyebrows deepens.

Jo chuckles and goes on. “Remember when Sam totalled your first car? Or when John neglected you guys and dropped you off at my mom’s? You were annoyed, yes, but nothing could make you unlove them. Not even the shit that they both threw at you afterwards.”

Dean’s exhales. “Aaaand that’s enough story time for today. It’s too early for me to wrap my head around this shit.”

He stands up, grabs his hoodie and walks out without looking at Jo.

Walking along the corridor he thinks he needs a drink but he decides to take a shower instead. He meets Crowley later, needs a clear head to talk things through.

CH15

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demon!ash au - a synopsis

w/n: a BIG thank you to @califl0wer for originally inspiring this AU, to @spicycal for letting me bounce ideas off of her, and to @irwinkitten for giving me live reactions 🥺but here is it, the synopsis! i’m posting this before anything else simply because i’ll be using a lot of different terms, and since i’m a sl*t for details, i like being able to use those terms consistently and i don’t want any readers getting confused by them/their importance. i’ll be putting this before anything i write in the warnings as well, but this series is going to be graphic; i love writing really intense shit like this, so i will be writing some details that may make certain readers uncomfortable. as this is a synopsis, i will keep things very general, but the beginning is already written and starts off pretty intense!

this is a demon!ashton irwin x fem!fallen angel!reader au!

overall series rating: 18+, for intense situations, possibly future smut, strong language, graphic imagery

taglist: @spicycal @castaway-cashton @irwinkitten @n-ctarinenga @thesubtweeter @ashisonthefloor @ashtonsos

The World - A General Definition of Terms & Setting

* Time setting: Summer/Fall of 2020; minus COVID-19 ever happening.

* Mortals live on the Surface. It is called this because it’s the only plane of existence where every single creature can exist; from the fae to the demons to the cryptids, they all exist on this single temporal plane together.

* Demons are from the Underworld. This is located very close to the center of the Earth, and is covered in the various colors of fire: red, orange, blue, and white (on occasion).

* Angels & the Fallen are from the Heavens. This is about as close to the biblical description of heaven: golden streets, singing angels, and all. It has been added that angels do get halos and wings, bc I’m a cliche hoe.

* The Fallen are a community of rogue Angels that reside on the Surface. They made the decision to fall out of the Heavens and crash land on Earth, and their wings are maimed and shredded during their fall so they can’t fly back up, usually they are “operated” on and shortened to small nubs. You are a member of the Fallen, having decided the Angel lifestyle was too cookie cutter for you.

* The Inbetween is the land of punishment for Angels. No one knows what it’s like, but it’s an Angel’s worst nightmare; when an Angel returns from the Inbetween, they tend to not talk about it and fall in line.

* Every demon has a mark, which indicates how they die. Wherever the mark is located is where the death injury occurred. The way they died is the only mortal memory that demons have.

The Underworld - A Guide to Royalty & Demons

* An individual who is sentenced to the Underworld must endure a form of torture for eternity. The torture depends on their mortal lives and the sins they committed.

* Souls can become a demon after fulfilling a majority of their torture. No one knows what “majority” means, so a soul may never become a demon or become one after 10 years. There’s different variations of demons, but for the purposes of this universe, I’ll be mostly focusing on “normal” demons, with honorable mentions of other types throughout.

* Demons only get one appearance; they do not physically age. Their hair and nails will grow like a human’s, and they can trim or cut that as they wish.

* There is one King of the Underworld; he has his High Court, which also serves as his Inner Circle. They are the people he trusts the most, and they rule the Underworld together, with the King having ultimate power. Ashton is King in this universe, and the other 5sos boys are his High Court/Inner Circle.

* The King and his High Court are the most powerful demons in existence. They’re the only ones who have certain powers, and the King is the only one able to sense when magical/heavenly/demonic creatures are nearby. They all hold the ability to communicate telepathically, and that’s how they communicate while in crowded spaces/surrounded by open ears.

The Heavens - A Guide to Angels & Fallen

* Angels are the very same angelic beings as described in the bible, but much less terrifying; one face, one set of wings, halos that glow beautifully, the whole nine yards. Their lives are very structured, and they live by a set schedule. Deviating from that schedule earns Angels a punishment.

* Angels can travel between the Heavens and the Surface with ease. Usually they only come down for emergency reasons, but Angels are aware of what goes on on the Surface.

* Fallen are able to hide their nubby wings easily; most of them opt to disguise them as scars, but they cannot completely remove their wings; it’s their punishment for leaving their Angel lifestyle, to live with the pain. Usually Fallen are not in pain when their wings are disguised. Removing the wings entirely can and will result in death, and no one knows what happens when a Fallen dies.

* Fallen are able to change their appearance in minor ways on the Surface. Maybe a cuter nose, a different hair color, or putting tattoos on their skin. Major changes (like a sex change, body shape) will take a bit of help from other Fallen, who can lend some of their power for that. They do not physically age.

* All Fallen dispose of their halos usually. They’re not needed anymore, although some opt to keep them as a decoration for their homes.

* You live in a community of Fallen that have bought out an apartment complex. You do not have to pay rent, but you get a job anyway so you can afford to live among mortals a bit easier.

w/n 2.0: hopefully this helps paint the image of this world in your head! if y’all have any questions, ideas, hate mail, pls send it to my inbox! “in the beginning” is coming soon! have a lovely Sunday 😊❤️

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Hi from someone who's just a liiiiittle hyped over the fact that tumblr means you can like. talk to the people who make awesome content. just walk in and go "yo I would lay down a minor character's life for you because holy crap your blogs are amazing and smart and funny and I might have a celebrity crush on you aaaaaah" :P [1/5~]

The Redux so far is fantastic and I was somewhat overjoyed to find your blessing on people using your stuff for their own works, because I’m ALSO in a RWBY RP and have been semiconsciously incorporating your ideas into backstories and headcanons, because canon really doesn’t give us much to work with. Hopefully that’s okay? Though I of course plan on attributing everything to you, it’s not public so I can’t really link it. [2/5~]

I’ll definitely link any fanfics I might write if you want, though - sub-fics of the Redux AU, I guess they’d be, lol. In addition to writing educational and entertaining metas, you *slay* with your fics and in-world texts - I may or may not have spontaneously sung Crocea Mors multiple times. [3/4~] (wait oops this is four posts not five I can count)

While I’m here dumping gratitude on you, please know that I will probably read to death anything you write here, and don’t at all mind the long posts you apologize for. (Speaking of trimming down content, though, I’m trying very hard not to creep you out with my fangirling, so I apologize dearly if I’ve failed in that lol) [4/4~]

You have nothing to apologize for! Trust me, you couldn’t be any further from creepy if you tried. And I’ve also been guilty of leaving novel-length messages in people’s inboxes, so I’m no stranger to fangirling. (My laptop is very accustomed to keyboard smashes whenever I get excited and words are inadequate.)

That being said AKSKSKDKFJANSNF

Oh my god? Yes? Thank you? Please use any of my ideas in whatever project you see fit. And if you ever write a fic based on them, I would love to see it! There’s no pressure, obviously, but I want it stated for the record that I 110% fully endorse you and anyone else who decides to put those ideas to good use. Godspeed, you magnificent bastard.

But seriously, thank you for leaving me such sweet messages! I’ve been showing them off to my mom and sister all day and preening about it. The idea that someone out there was singing to one of my poems is just, like, I can’t even. My face has been stuck in this :D expression for the last 24 hours and I have you to blame for that entirely.

I’m glad that you’ve enjoyed all of my other RWBY fics thus far! I can’t wait until you get to read the actual Redux proper, which is going to incorporate all of the worldbuilding I’ve done (along with the modified character backstories and massive overhauls to the plot that I’ve made). It’s downright painful resisting the urge to spoil everything. Unfortunately, it’s going to be a while before I’m ready to begin the actual writing process. Then again, a lot of my other RWBY fics are fairly Redux-adjacent; they borrow a lot of the same ideas that’ll eventually appear in the Redux. The Almighty Maker Him Ordain, Slings and Arrows, and All in the Job are probably the best examples of that, so I guess if you wanted to get a feel for how the Redux will look, those three would be the most telling.

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‘we’re not rivals, it’s not poetic, it’s just a drink.’ for our trash boys Rex and Cyrus (idk it just made me think of them haha)

This has been sitting in my inbox for almost two years I am so sorry 😬

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It took only a single look at the poor bastard, sprawled out over the bed in abject exhaustion, breathing heavily with his mouth wide open, for Rexus to know definitively what must be done.

He lifted a handful of olives from a pouch on his belt, popped one into his mouth, and launched another across the room, where it instead bounced off of Cyrus’s forehead.

Shit.

Rexus froze. The man stirred, grunting and shifting around, but didn’t wake, and Rexus had no sooner relaxed than he readied another projectile. The tip of his tongue slipped out the side of his mouth as he concentrated hard on his target, rocking his harm forward and back again a few times before he let it go.

Closer this time, but the olive hit his upper teeth and settled onto his chest, instead. Clearly less than ideal, since not only was he down to his last olive, but the disturbance had caused Cyrus to close his mouth completely. Ah, well. He did need the man conscious if things were to go as planned, he supposed. He raised his arm one more time, and threw the final olive as hard as he could at Cyrus’s face.

The sound he made as he jolted awake alone was worth the effort.

Rexus snickered to himself, and chewed on his fingernails while watching the man scramble out of the bed and hunt fruitlessly for something he could use as a weapon.

“Oh, relax, will you? It’s only me.”

There was a pang of recognition in the way Cyrus just...stopped. Rexus had found his half-hearted disguise of simply not shaving his face or trimming his hair quite effective since adopting it, but it seemed there was no mistaking his voice. It was almost flattering, really. Still somewhat groggy, Cyrus blinked hard a few times, and rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes with the heels of his palms, leaving behind a mix of an almost hopeful disbelief and seething, unadulterated rage that the former would not, in fact, hold water.

“I..wh...WHAT?!?” Cyrus finally blurted out, his voice rising an amusing octave or so as he threw his arms out to the sides. “What the fuck???”

Rexus beamed, and braved the Orlesian’s confused anger to pull him into a strong hug, and slapped him hard on his back a few times. "And I am positively thrilled to see you, too!”

Amid muffled, profanity-laden protest, Cyrus fumbled for a good spot for his hands to push, hard, sending Rexus staggering backward, and held the space between them with an angry, pointed finger.

“I have NEVER been thrilled to see you!”

Kaffas, but he was a terrible liar.

“What an incredibly rude thing to say, Guillaume."

“Cyrus.”

Every. Time.

“Of course, that’s what I said.”

If Cyrus rolled his eyes any harder, they’d have threatened to roll right out through his mouth. A rough downward shake of his hands followed, as if trying to rid himself of Rexus’ hug residue, often the last thing he did before saying precisely what he was about to say.

“Why are you even here? I told you last time I never wanted to see your fucking face again.”

Rexus folded his arms in front of him, and tapped a terribly unconvincingly pensive finger against his chin. “Did you?”

He had. And the time before. And the time before that. The last several times, actually, now that he thought about it. Cyrus caught the knowing glint in his eyes, apparently, if the clench in his jaw and the audible squeezing of his fists were any indication. Watching the muscles in his arms tense and one fist slowly start to raise, Rexus scoffed and raised his own, half in anticipatory defense and half to give the appearance of simply shrugging him off.

“Now, now...” he said, and took a step forward. Closing the distance wouldn’t be that easy, as Cyrus’s eyes grew rounder and rounder, his fist somehow able to ball even tighter and pull backwards like an archer nocking an arrow. His whole posture wafted a distinct sense of I’ll do it, I mean it!, and Rexus...Rexus was already bored.

He took another step, and Cyrus made good on his silent threats, though the rush was beginning to wear off now. Rexus dodged the sleep-addled swing easily, and pressed a flat palm against the air between them when he raised it again. “No, none of that.” Evidently speaking to him like he was some sort of child did little to assuage his aggression, and Rexus skipped backwards with both of his hands raised in front of him, now fully on the defenssive. “That’s all ancient history by now, yes? Let’s just...go downstairs for a bit, have a drink, and maybe you’ll feel better.”

Truthfully, Cyrus should have expected him to say something like that, but his face scrunched into that distinctively unattractive mess of an are you fucking kidding me? look. The same one being able to accurately predict had won Rexus several lucrative bets. At least the disbelief returned to the forefront, and his fists slowly began to relax and lower. One of his hands found its way to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose the way he always did before asking Rexus a question to which he undoubtedly already knew the answer.

"You...broke into my room, in the middle of the night...to get a drink??”

Rexus laid one hand over a low chuckle, as though it would do any better at keeping it in his mouth than his teeth. “Honestly, would that really surprise you?” It was a rather tame accusation, if he was being perfectly honest. Also, partly untrue; Rexus would gladly admit his alleged deeds if he’d actually done them - well, no, even that wasn’t always true - but he would rise from the dead out of sheer indignance to defend himself from decidedly false ones.

“And I didn’t break in; I was already here.”

Cyrus stared at him like he was as crazy as that sounded, now that he heard it out loud.

“What?”

“Innkeeper here is a bit, uh...” Rexus twirled his finger next to his head and whistled, crossing his eyes. “Nuts. Forgot he already rented this room, apparently. I suppose that means it was you, in fact, who broke into my room.”

Clearly, the finger and the whistle hadn’t had the desired effect, as Cyrus continued staring blankly after he finished, long enough to make Rexus wonder if perhaps he hadn’t finally broken the poor man.

“Bullshit,” he spat. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” He flattened his hand over his pocket, with, Rexus noted with great amusement, a momentary widening of his eyes - begging whichever divine being would listen that whatever he expected to be there would be there. It was, and he produced a small iron key, waving it triumphantly in front of him. “I have a key, you idiot.”

“Oh, dear...” Rexus gasped, and slowly dragged the hand that covered it from his mouth to his pocket, where, after several unsuccessful attempts and a few undignified grunts, produced a key of his own. “So do I.” He pointed to a ratty canvas rucksack, haphazardly tossed in front of the nightstand on the side of the bed opposite the door. “That’s my pack, there.”

If Cyrus believed even a sliver of that, his face was no indication. It never was, though, and he always did. Rexus, assuming that look was meant to convince him he wasn’t convinced, simply shrugged, slowly pacing around the room. “I was just minding my own business like a good boy when you staggered in, fell over, and passed out on the bed before I even had time to turn around. I must’ve stood in that corner for ages before I said to myself, ‘Rexus, this...is a sign.’” He leaned against the bedpost, waggling his eyebrows. “I’ll assume you remember the rest.”

“Like the Void.”

So much for being convincing, he supposed. Not that he’d expected to be. He had expected Cyrus to stay angry, but...perhaps it had just been that long since he’d seen him, but the tense creases in his brow when he looked at him like that weren’t the same. They didn’t irresistibly beg to be traced into funny little pictures as they tensed even further at the audacity it took to draw trees on his forehead when he was angry. This time, it was just that, just...angry. And it stayed angry.

“That’s...this is ridiculous,” Cyrus finally barked. “You want a drink so bad, you go yourself. Do whatever you want. The only place I’m going right now is back to bed.” With the kind of resolve one has spent years mastering and even more years waiting for a chance to use it, he turned to do exactly that, but, perhaps realizing he’d left himself open for it, faced Rexus again a split second later, pointing a taut finger. “That wasn’t an invitation.”

Rexus snickered to himself, but found himself forced to do it. Even after all this time, some things just...would never change. The thought tasted bitter in his mouth, that Cyrus would just be relegated to the pile of people who would always be angry with him, even more so because none of them, especially not him, ended up there without cause. More still because only a few short years ago, he’d have shrugged this off without it lingering in his mind in the slightest. Whether that was out of frustration that it lingered now or regret that it hadn’t before, he couldn’t say, which was perhaps worst of all.

Of course, Rexus was telling the truth this time, but what had he ever done before that would have Cyrus believe him now? Nothing, that’s what. Nothing, and he would go on not believing him until the sun burnt itself out unless Rexus did something very, very unlike himself, very quickly.

He breathed out a long sigh, adjusted his belt, and tented his fingers in front of his chest to signify that this time, he was serious.

"All right, I didn’t want to have to do this, but...” he began, and drew in another deep breath, which would have been exaggerated if he hadn’t actually needed it this time. “Look. Cyrus. I’m going to be perfectly honest with you. I wasn’t expecting to run into you here any more than you would’ve expected to see me, but...I’m glad. It’s been a long time, and I am glad to see you. Truly. You and I? We’re not rivals. It’s not ‘poetic’. It’s just a drink. No hidden motives, no jobs, no roping you into anything else, just...a drink. With a friend. That’s all.”

Cyrus stood sort of limp beside the bed. His head hung somewhat to the side, lazily wandering back and forth, like he was far too exhausted to properly shake his head no. Or, perhaps, because he didn’t really want to. Rexus could hope.

“Besides, in all fairness, I paid for that bed first, and at some point I’m going to need to sleep myself. Do you truly want to be in my bed when that happens, or would you rather have the chance to be in a different one?”

Now, Cyrus could shake his head just fine. And maybe, just maybe, with a hint of a smile.

“Fine. Just a drink.”

For now, that would do. Rexus smiled, probably the kindest smile he’d ever given him, and offered his hand. Not without some lingering reluctance, Cyrus shook it, and Rexus gestured for him to lead the way.

#DOUBLE SORRY because this is stupid long and took forever to do haha #but i love these two #and i love rex recognizing and coming to terms with the fact that how he treats people needs to change #thanks for letting me steal your boy again :)#oc: rexus leventis #cyrus #thereluctantinquisitor

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Who was the last person you couldn't take your eyes off of? I haven’t been feeling that way towards anyone, be it from real life or someone on the internet or a celebrity, for a while.

Do you drink the milk from the bowl after you eat all the cereal? I’ll try to drink some of it, since I do think milk tastes nice haha, but I keep it in moderation so that my stomach won’t end up being too upset.

Have you ever kissed anybody accidentally? Oh wow, how does this even happen? Hahaha but no I haven’t.

Who was the first person to wish you a Merry Christmas last year? Most likely a family member. My friends and I usually greet each other late into the evening.

Do you think it'll be the same person this year? It will probably be family again, yeah. I just can’t tell which one would be first.

Is your display picture in black and white? None of my profile photos on all social media are.

Do you know anybody who has had an online relationship? I don’t think so. I have some friends who met their SOs through dating apps, but I think all of them have since seen each other in person. I’m not sure I know of anyone whose relationship has been entirely online/virtual so far.

What food are you always in the mood for? No matter how full I am, I will always take a slice of pizza or two if it’s ever served at a table. That or chicken wings or spicy tuna salad.

When was the last time you played Guitar Hero? Safe to say more than a decade ago. I had always preferred Rock Band since I found it more fun that switching instruments was a main part of its gameplay, whereas you were stuck with the guitar on Guitar Hero.

What friend could buy clothes for you and not have to worry what they bought? Angela. We have nearly the same sense of style and we find the same things cute, so if I ever had to make a friend control my wardrobe for the day I will likely trust her the most.

1 thing that your guy best friend doesn't like about you: I don’t have a guy best friend. Hans is my closest friend of the opposite sex; while I don’t think he dislikes anything about me, I’m sure he thinks I’ve acted dumb about love and relationships many times before. Which is fine, we’re very honest and blunt about those things and I actually appreciate it when he gets brutally honest with me.

How about your girl best friend? Again, I don’t know if Angela doesn’t like a certain trait of mine but she’s well aware of my past stupid decisions i.e. staying in a harmful relationship.

Do you loan your friends money? No, but I’m ready to lend to my closest friends should they ever be in need.

Are Lucky Charms really magically delicious? I dunno, I’ve never tried.

When was the last time you had Lucky Charms anyway? See above.

Who is the last person you called long distance? I don’t do video calls with friends living in other countries, mainly because I’ve grown apart from them haha. My mom will sometimes start calls with relatives living abroad though; I believe the most recent one was a group video call with my dad’s side of the family, which included an uncle who lives in New York.

Do you sleep with a nightlight? No; I would find this too distracting and bright.

Is Lil Wayne really the best rapper alive? I never thought he was one of the best to begin with. Some of the songs he’s featured in are fine but I don’t like his slurred style of rapping very much.

What is the first text in your inbox? Like...the very first one in my inbox? I scrolled all the way down and it’s from Frances - an orgmate who has since disappeared off the face of the earth and blocked all her friends on social media lmao - asking about an org-related thing three years ago. Wherever she is, I hope she’s doing okay.

Are you taller than your siblings? I am the eldest yet smallest child in the family. My relatives get a kick out of it, which is fine because I do too HAHA

What are the first letters of your friends first names on your top 8? Myspace? Was never active on it.

When was the last time you almost cried from laughing? I can’t pinpoint an exact moment for you but this happens a lot when I watch 2 Days 1 Night, so this has probs happened recently.

Do you have “photoshoots” with your friends/family members? Not with me as the subject – I’m very camera shy and turn into an awkward stick once I’m asked to pose. But I love taking photos of loved ones, especially an SO.

Are you generous? To a fault.

Are you excited for Thanksgiving this year? I don’t celebrate that.

Are you excited for Thanksgiving ANY year? Yeah, I still don’t celebrate that.

Any plans for the weekend? I had plans to start a new series and spend a lazy day watching YouTube videos, but we haven’t had internet all day today and it’s felt quite deflating to have the first day of my weekend taken away from me. I’ve been running on data which is...fine, I guess, but I can’t use too much if I don’t want to keep paying for it. That said I’ve only been able to do surveys and stream music today. For tomorrow, I wanna go to a coffee shop and perhaps even treat myself to ramen because I’ve been craving.

Do you lay your clothes out the day before? Before Covid happened I planned out my clothes the night before, but I didn’t lay them out.

Who was the last person you bought a gift for? Andi; got them a dress and a skirt.

What was the last song you had stuck in your head? My Limb has been repeatedly playing in my head all day.

Are you ignoring anybody currently? Not ignoring, more of I’ve already given up on them.

Do you curse at your parents in a different language? I don’t curse at my parents in any language, lmfao.

Do you get the mailman a Christmas gift every year? We don’t have mailmen, buuuuut the maintenance staff in my village (trash collectors, security guards, those in charge of trimming the grass, etc) will usually hand each household an envelope in time for Christmas. My family and I help them out and place a certain amount in all envelopes.

Are you afraid of lizards? They are very common visitors in homes here so no I’m mostly not. They move very fast and get freaked out when they see humans though, so sometimes I’ll be shocked by them suddenly scurrying away.

How legible is your signature? I don’t make it legible at all so that it’s difficult to replicate. I actually get a lot of comments on it because my signature is mostly a lazy scribble and I don’t actually spell out any part of my name, which exactly fulfills my goal of making it hard to copy.

Do you think anybody else has a bedroom EXACTLY like yours? I actually live in a neighborhood where the houses are the same models, so I can confidently tell you that there are around 10-20 bedrooms that look similar to mine. But as for being styled and furnished exactly like mine, I doubt it.

How hot are your neighbors? Lol uh I don’t pay attention to this particular trait. All my neighbors are your typical suburban families with young kids, anyway.

Do you have pictures of clouds on your cell phone? A lot. I like looking up at the sky from time to time.

Do you send compliments through text message? Sure, when it’s appropriate and only with close friends.

Do/did your high school theme colors match? I never thought they didn’t go well together, that much I can say.

Do you own any Nike shoes? Several.

Have you ever rode in a VW Bug? Never.

How about a Mini Cooper? Never have, would absolutely love to.

What was the last fast food place you got food from? Yellow Cab. I got two pizzas and pasta for my family.

When you invite people to your house do you usually hang out in your room? I never invite people to my house because it’s too far compared to where most of my friends live, and it would only be a big hassle for everyone. As for my room, the only people who’ve been in it are Gabie and Angela/Hans, the latter only once.

Have you ever seen your crush/current bf/gf cry? I don’t have any of these.

Do you own any Spongebob merchandise? I’m pretty sure we have a Patrick plushie we continue to keep around.

Do you have any food traditions with any of your friends? My orgmates and I frequented a certain bar near our university; we went there whether it was to celebrate the end of an exam-filled week, or if we simply wanted to spend an ordinary Thursday with a few drinks. A few months ago they were in danger of closing because of the pandemic, but I hope life has been kinder to them recently.

Do you like Gwen Stefani? Erm, not particularly. Some songs of her I like, but I’m not a passionate fan.

Do you know anybody with a thick Jamaican accent? No.

Are you closer to your mom’s side of the family or your dad’s? Mom’s. Aside from being able to see them more often, our humor is also similar.

Have you ever been to a haunted house? I’ve stared at one, but never gone inside haha.

Yes or no: red eyeliner? Do whatever you want with your face and makeup, man.

Yes or no: red lipstick? ^ Still applies.

Would you ever own a pet black widow spider? No.

Do you wear holiday themed clothing? I don’t think I own any, so no.

At 6:00 tomorrow night where do you think you’ll be? On my way home, or preparing to head home, I hope.

Is it night or day right now? Evening.

What time did you get up today? Like 5:30. I fell asleep on the rooftop and got to see the pretty sunrise and the sky gradually change colors :)

#survey #surveys

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