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kim-seung-mo · 3 years

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Hello i was wondering if u could do # 16 from ur hc list :))

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕄𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖

♩ gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff no warnings ;)

♩♩ word count: 989

♩♩♩ A/N: I sorta needed this after 24 hours after your death...pure fluff (it's so much easier to write lol) wip list here

Chan

He was really excited, from the moment you mentioned it to the day he actually met your parents.

Not nervous, just excited.

It didn't feel like a formal occasion, after all he was just going to spend the night at your house.

He would greet your parents politely and introduce himself.

Would initiate a conversation with your parents and listen to your father tell the stories he has told hundreds of times.

would compliment your mother on her delicious cooking and would even offer help cleaning up the kitchen.

It made you look good, your parents approve of him, and your mother even quietly asked when you're going to marry him.

(She probably just wants him to be her son)

Minho

On the surface he seemed calm, even a little unconcerned.

But in reality he was so scared inside that his pupils were trembling if you looked closely.

He was afraid your parents wouldn't approve of him and that he wasn't good enough for you.

You would notice this and hold his hand gently, telling him not to worry.

He would reply with, "I'm not scared, you're overthinking it."

But his hand were honest and gripped yours tight.

When he actually met your parents, he was much more relaxed. They were very gentle and kind to him.

He was back to being the joking, teasing person he was.

Changbin

You were nervous as hell when you met his parents, he laughed at you at the time.

But now when it was his turn, he started to understand what you were feeling.

His hands were shaking nervously with a not-so-natural smile on his face. It was kinda funny if you were being honest.

Your parents would realize his restraint and tell him to calm down, that they weren't gonna eat him.

He would rub the back of his neck with embarrassment.

You would gently pat his thigh to relax him.

Became much more relaxed once the food showed up, he would just focus on eating.

Your parents, especially your mother, liked him a lot. She started complementing his muscle how strong he looked, saying that with those muscles, he could certainly protect you well.

Hyunjin

Confident boy, thought for sure it was okay.

Then as soon as he arrives at your house he starts panicking.

You laugh and stroke his hair and tell your parents that he's not usually like this.

He hides behind you shyly and introduces himself to your parents in a whisper.

Your mother compliments him on his good looks and his face turns straight to a tomato.

He doesn't dare to eat his meal, he was so nervous you could see the water shaking when he picks up his cup.

You had to hold his face and tell him, "you're fine, they're just my parents.

He'll apologize afterwards, thinking he's embarrassed of you. But in reality, your parents loved him and thought he was really cute and innocent.

Jisung

Super confident. Would be talking a lot to your parents.

Maybe even a little too much.

Would listen to your parents and be all dramatic like, "wow..." "really? !" "oh my god!"

When eating, was very satisfied, cheek stuffed, very happy.

He had rice all over his face, you had to wipe his mouth for him countless times.

Your mother said he looked like a squirrel, he was dying laughing, even puffed out his cheeks to show her.

Your dad thought he was a little short, but he never mentioned height again after he saw the love in your eyes when you looked at him.

He was supposed to go home after dinner, but your mom made him stay for the night. Ends up staying for three days straight.

Felix

Would hurriedly prepared a lot of gifts before you two went, you didn't let him take any of them.

It was too formal to bring expensive gifts just for a dinner night at your parents house.

So his final compromise was to bring his brownies.

Your mother loved him as soon as she saw him, loved him even more when he brought out his brownies.

You were practically ignored by your own mother the whole night.

Your dad was still a bit bitter, since Felix was "the one who took you away from him."

But after tasting his brownies, he fell for him just like your mother.

He would be so proud of himself afterwards, demanding complements and kisses.

Seungmin

Would act very mature in front of your parents, introducing his own background and work.

Answered any questions your parents had very carefully, fearing that they would not approve of you being together.

Even when you've told him countless times beforehand that your parents weren't strict.

He was still nervous, although he didn't show it at all.

After dinner your mother suggested that you could sing together.

Although a bit shy, he eventually agrees after your constant persuasion.

Would cautiously ask you afterwards if your parents found him boring, you could only laugh and shake your head.

You ruffled his hair and told him your parents have approved of him a long time ago.

Jeongin

Your parents were a bit worried when they first found out that your boyfriend was younger than you.

They weren't worried about you, but worried about him. They feared that he would be bullied by you. (what great parents)

Really after meeting him, this worry got even heavier.

He looked pure and sweet, like a little angel. They couldn't help but start wondering why a cute boy like Jeongin would go out with you. (again, great parents)

All sorts of snacks and fruit you've never seen before were brought out to him.

He would just shyly sits next to you and responds to your parents' questions, holding onto the ends of your hoodie.

You felt forgotten.

Your didn't want to admit, but your parents probably liked him more than they liked you.

#stray kids #skz #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz reactions #stray kids reactions #skz headcanons #stray kids headcanons #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #skz fluff #stray kids fluff

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valwentinefics · 3 years

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🖤🖤Can I request possessive Zemo x f reader smut please and they're best friends until zemo notices she's teaching Bucky chess and masturbates to him? but really she beat Zemo at his own game and orchestrated it to fw him so he would shoot his shot

A/N: Thank you for the request, I love writing possessive smut omg. I’m feeling pretty good about this smut, I think I’m starting to get the hang of it even though I gotta start making them longer! Also German nicknames? MWAH, perfect, amazing, spectacular.

Checkmate - Helmut Zemo x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, possessive behavior, what reader does could be considered manipulation, Dom! Zemo Sub! Reader

Translations: Liebling (darling) Du gehörst mir jetzt, mein süßes Mädchen, ganz mir (You are mine now, my sweet girl, all mine)

Word count: 1567

Y/n wasn’t the most confident girl. Sure, she could fight and shoot a gun as good as her other criminal friends, but when it came to shooting her shot with a guy she froze. Especially when that guy was the perfect man in her eyes. Smart, caring, skilled, Baron Helmut Zemo was everything Y/n wanted in a man, especially when it came to looks. However they had been at the friendship stage for years, and Zemo hadn’t made a move. Y/n knew if she wanted to have a chance with him, she would have to take a page from his book.

“And then you move your knight there,” Y/n smiled softly at Bucky as he moved the chess piece to the spot she had pointed at on the board. The warm sunlight drifted through the windows and settled on the two, painting them with a golden hue.

“So I say checkmate now?” Asked Bucky, looking at the pieces. Y/n had to admit he looked amazing as he gazed at the board, a few strands of hair out of place and falling into his face as his icy blue orbs studied the board, his muscles straining the white muscle shirt he had on.

“Yes James, you say checkmate now.” Y/n giggled at his cluelessness, earning a slight smile from the usually stoic man. Y/n and Bucky had become surprisingly close during their time together, despite her being Zemo’s closest thing to a best friend.

A door opening interrupted the two from looking into each other's eyes, Zemo stepped into the room, a scowl appearing on his face as he noticed the two while heading to the kitchen to make tea. It took everything within Y/n to not stare at the man, to not imagine his hands sliding down her waist, his lips kissing at her neck. She inhaled sharply and turned her attention back to Bucky.

“So what should we play next?” Y/n asked as she looked at the attractive man in front of her, licking her lips as she leaned in to grab a chess piece closer to Bucky, her cleavage fully on display.

“Y/n!” Zemo called, harshly placing down his tea pot. “I need you to carry some things for me.” Bucky looked as if he was going to offer some help, but Y/n placed her hand on his, letting him know silently that she could do it herself.

Y/n wished she had accepted Bucky's help. Her whole body felt sore as she entered her room, muscles aching from lifting heavy boxes. She laid down on her bed, naked from the bath she had just come out of. Sinking into the plush mattress she closed her eyes, only to find that sleep wasn’t coming for her after a few minutes of laying down. With a groan Y/n sat up, leaning against the abundant pillows on her bed, when her most genius idea came to mind. Bucky and Sam’s rooms were across the house, so no one but Zemo whose room was right beside hers would hear what she had in store.

Y/n slipped off her panties, rubbing her clit as she began to grow wet, thinking of Zemo as she grew hornier. Imagining his hands grabbing at her chest and ass as he kissed down her stomach to her dripping pussy. She stuck two fingers in and curled them, letting out a small moan but loud enough for the man in the next room to hear.

“Oh yes Bucky!”

The reaction was almost instant, her door that she purposely left unlocked swung open to reveal Zemo, seething with rage. His face softened when he realized it was just Y/n in the room, dressed in nothing but an old shirt of his that he let her borrow.

“What were you doing?” Asked the man as he approached with slow careful steps, looking intimidating in a sexy way, even in his robe.

“Nothing Helmut,” replied Y/n, looking up at him innocently.

His hand grabbed Y/n’s jaw gently, his thumb softly stroking her bottom lip. “Are you sure liebling? Because I thought I heard you moaning another man’s name. Perhaps I was mistaken. Or, you are hiding something from me.”

Y/n recognized the look of dominance and need in his eyes, one she had seen in many men before him, none of which could even begin to compare to Zemo. Instead of replying Y/n sucked on his thumb, wishing it was his cock inside her mouth instead. Hesitantly Zemo pulled his thumb out of her mouth, giving her a small pat on the cheek.

“I asked you a question, it’s rude not to respond.” He said sternly, his tone making Y/n melt.

“I was touching myself, I moaned James’ name…” Y/n looked away from the man as she felt herself compelled to confess, only for his hand to turn her head back to face him.

“Oh liebling, if you needed a man to fulfill your needs you should have come to me, but unfortunately you had to make things complicated.” Y/n squirmed under his heavy gaze, feeling the wetness pool between her thighs. She rubbed them together to try to get any bit of relief but it was unsuccessful. Zemo let out a small chuckle, his finger running up her thigh to her folds, threatening to push into her wet cunt. “But don’t worry liebling, I’ll make this better. I’ll show you who you belong to.”

His hands swiftly undid his robe before he climbed on top of y/n. His hands slid to the hem of the shirt she wore, pulling it off quickly before attacking her left breast with kisses, his hand kneading the other one with restrained roughness. Y/n moaned at the sensation, her hands grabbing at his hair, pushing his face further into her chest.

Zemo pulled away for a moment before kissing down her chest and stomach slowly, sucking and biting on the unmarked skin to claim it as his own, the spots were bound to turn to hickies by the morning. During this his hand wandered down to her clit, his fingers rubbing the bud of flesh, eliciting whimpering moans from Y/n. All she could think about was his cock and how much she needed all his inches in her.

Zemo seemed to catch on, leaving one last hickey on her skin before pulling his face away and moving his hand to grasp Y/n’s hip, holding her as he lined up his cock with her entrance, pushing in with a deep, swift, thrust of his hips. Y/n let out a drawn out moan, Zemo lifting up her legs to sit atop his shoulders as he began to slowly thrust in and out. Y/n grew impatient, wishing to be fucked into the mattress.

“Patience liebling, your body is mine, I’ll do what I want with it at whatever pace I want,” He said sternly as he quickly shoved his cock deep into Y/n’s hole before continuing his torturously slow pace.

“Helmut please please please, I need you to go faster, I need you to ruin me,” Y/n begged, whimpering for a faster pace.A mischievous glint shone in Zemo’s eyes as he readjusted her legs on his shoulders.

“Be careful what you wish for liebling,” he smirked before roughly shoving himself into Y/n’s tight hole, eliciting a loud moan from her. One hand held Y/n down by her chest as he pounded into her relentlessly, the other rubbed her clit, filling Y/n with inexplicable pleasure, her body would be writhing around if not for Zemo’s strong hand holding her still.

“Oh, Zemo, fuck!” Y/n moaned, drooling a bit from the pleasure he was bringing her. With her body constantly being pounded into the mattress it was a wonder she was able to get out those words through her unending string of moans.

“You like that huh? You like my cock filling up your holes, stretching out your tight little cunt? Could James make you feel like this?” He growled to Y/n whose whimpering moans filled the room. “You’re mine liebling, all mine. My perfect girl.”

Y/n felt a knot in her lower stomach tighten, knowing her orgasm was near. “Hel-Helmut-” She could hardly get his name out through her moans as she felt herself be fucked into the bed below her, only able to think of how good Zemo was pounding into her.

“Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum for me? Cum on my cock liebling.” He commanded, Y/n obeying soon after, letting out a loud moan as she felt her orgasm wash over her, leaving her panting tiredly on the bed as she felt her entire body buzz with pleasure. Zemo pulled out soon after, spilling his warm thick cum onto Y/n’s stomach before wiping it up with an old towel she had discarded in the hamper near the bed.

Zemo laid beside Y/n, pulling her body into his, being careful to be gentle after how hard he had fucked her. His finger traced the hickeys she had covering her chest and stomach, his warm breath tickling her ear as he muttered into it.

“Du gehörst mir jetzt, mein süßes Mädchen, ganz mir.”

#baron zemo x reader #baron zemo #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo #zemo x reader #zemo

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mythandlaur · 2 years

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Epithet Erased Week - Day 6

I admit, I don't really have OCs for this beyond side characters in various RPs and future stories (which is what these three are). I'd love to actually play in or run an EE campaign once the new rulebook comes out though.

Sometimes, Peyton gets unlucky. Sometimes, a customer shows up with the gall to wear a Banzai uniform in public, and sometimes, they have to deal with very long and arduous conversations with the uniform's wearer.

But, of course, they'd rather they have said conversations than any of their coworkers. So when they catch sight of the girl with the sailor collar marking her as a Senpai out on the street, they quickly tug the barista at the counter out of the way by her apron strings and situate themself at her spot.

The girl marches through the door with all the unearned self-confidence typical for a relatively high-ranking Banzai, and Peyton glances away to roll zer eyes. Ze turns back just as she reaches the counter, and offers a standard customer service smile.

"Hey, welcome to the Lovely Latte Lounge, what can I get you."

The girl's smug smile abruptly twists into a scowl, and she squints at them as if they're some sort of alien.

"Excuse me. Do you know who I am?"

"...A customer," Peyton replies, flat enough to be sarcastic but pleasant enough to give zer plausible deniability. "Would you like to try any of our new--"

The senpai slams her hands on the counter loud enough to make several heads turn and several struggling writers and college students in seats nearby grumble before going back to their laptops and triple espressos.

"Don't play stupid with me," she snaps, tugging pointedly at the string tie around her neck. Now that she's closer, Peyton can see her collar is slightly bedazzled and she's wearing too much eye shadow for the weather. It doesn't really add to the uniform at all.

"...Lilly...?"

The voice is masculine and absolutely pleading. Peyton raises an eyebrow, glancing around the senpai to see a meek-looking boy in a green sweater with a camo shoulder bag half-hiding behind her. He catches zer eye with a silent apology. "Can we please just...order and go?"

The senpai--Lilly, apparently--turns to him and scoffs. "No one respects me." She sets her cold blue gaze back on Peyton, and Peyton braces zemself for whatever nonsense order is about to come out of her mouth. Sure enough... "I want a chai tea latte, medium but in a large cup, extra milk foam, two scoops matcha powder, three pumps vanilla, and whipped cream."

"...Uh-huh." Not for the first time, Peyton wonders if their customers still have functioning taste buds. "And you?"

She nods at the boy, who looks like he wishes he'd clip underneath the floor. "Uh. Just an everything bagel. That's it."

"Okay...12.50 for you both."

"WHAT?"

Another round of grumbles from the current patrons. Even Peyton can't suppress a wince. Ze knows what's coming next and speaks up first. "You are going to have to pay for this like everyone else."

"So you DO know who I am!"

"Yes, and you do know this is a small coffee shop with absolutely nothing worth stealing, including the coffee?"

"Hmph." Lilly spins on a heel, making her caramel curls bounce. "Fine. I'll be outside. Waiting."

She proceeds to strut right back out the door, seemingly unbothered by the dirty looks she's getting. Peyton sighs through her nose and looks to her companion. He's got a sad, mousy kind of face. Not quite Australian, but could probably pass for one.

"...Can I get a name for the order?"

The boy lets out his own sigh, thankfully just as loud and annoyed as Peyton wishes ze could afford to be. "Uh...Tad."

"Got it." Peyton finishes the order on their register and prints it off, handing it back to the barista ze'd pushed away from the counter (who's wearing an expression like she'd just barely missed being hit by a truck). Tad doesn't move away from the counter, and neither does Peyton, looking him over.

"So, is she your..."

"Sister."

"Thank god. I was gonna have some words otherwise."

He laughs, genuine but strained, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah...no, I can't just leave. Sorry about her."

"Honestly, I've dealt with worse."

"She's--not actually that bad, the Banzai stuff just went to her head, y'know, and..."

Peyton shrugs. "As it does for all of them, in my experience."

"Well...kind of, yeah."

It sounds like the guy's pretty used to having to say this spiel, and ze feels bad. Ze glances off to the side for a moment, pressing zer lips together in consideration.

"...Hey, kid." Ignoring the fact that Tad has to at least be zer age, if not older. "You got a favorite drink? Coffee?"

"I'm more of a hot chocolate guy."

"Give me one minute."

Peyton ducks back to the machines, quickly starting on a bog-standard hot chocolate, the kind of thing you'd get if you just ordered "a hot chocolate". Before adding the whipped cream, however, Peyton returns to the counter, setting the cup down and pulling a black plastic coffee stirrer from a cup near the register. Tad's brows furrow, and he leans over to watch as Peyton squints down at the hot chocolate, twirling the stirrer between zer fingers.

For half a second, zer eyes and the coffee stirrer flicker lavender. Ze rapidly stirs the hot chocolate, leaving a line of deep purple in it that quickly fades back to the hot chocolate's natural color. Satisfied, they toss the stirrer and gesture at the cup.

"You want whipped cream?"

"...Yeah. What--what was that?"

Peyton grins, clearly pleased with themself. "If your sister had let me finish, I would've mentioned the stamina-boosting drinks we just put on the menu. They're on the website, haven't gotten around to updating the board yet. You look like you could use one."

"Oh?" Tad brightens significantly. "So that's an epithet thing?"

"Yeppers. You want me to drink it first? Promise it won't turn you into a spider or anything."

"No, no, I believe you. And no whipped cream, just--"

Tad reaches into his bag and pulls out a wallet. Peyton quickly raises a hand. "Pay for your sister's stuff. This is on the house."

"Seriously?"

"Like I said, you look like you could use it."

"You're a lifesaver."

"Least I can do," Peyton replies, capping the drink while the other barista returns with the tea and bagel. Tad digs around in his wallet and pulls out a few bills.

As he returns the wallet to his bag, something shiny on it catches the light. Peyton assumes zer interest must be obvious, because he smiles and holds up the bag to zer. It has a lot of pins of logos ze doesn't recognize, along with--

"Soccer?" Ze points at the slightly iridescent ball pin.

Tad nods. "I've got tryouts for the local team next week."

"Hey, good luck, kid. Don't bring her."

Tad laughs for a couple seconds, before his face turns grim and voice turns solemn as the grave. "No one. In my family. Is coming. Period."

"Good."

Tad throws his bag back over his shoulder, thanking zer profusely and taking the drinks and bagel. Peyton watches as he heads out the door and meets his sister on the sidewalk. Ze can't hear their conversation through the doors, but they have to assume it's very loud.

"...Dude."

Peyton turns to find the barista from earlier staring at them. "Yeah?"

"You can't just keep doing that. The manager's gonna--"

"Fire me?"

The barista opens her mouth, then shuts it again. Peyton shakes their head. "Look, I do my job well enough, I have a relevant epithet. I'm helping where I can."

"I'm just saying you should be worrying about things besides giving people free coffee."

"I could say the same to you." Peyton brushes past her easily, leaving the counter open for her to return to her post. Ze smiles, a little bitterly, once ze's sure she can't see zer face.

"At least free coffee I can do something about."

#epithet erased #ee oc #inscribed 'mixture' and two mundies in that order #my writing #epithet week

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heresathreebee · 3 years

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Wearing THAT Part 2

Summary: Reader teases Dewey in a Poison Ivy costume. You finally get to fuck you best friend. Let him show you stars. Previous Masterlist

Tags: 17+ | Undressing, oral sex (female and male receiving), protected sex, light choking and spanking, and hair pulling

AN: damn I took way too long to post this but IT'S FINALLY HERE PLEASE ENJOY

“Big baby,” you hiss.

“What was that?” Dewey sat up on his haunches and his jeans burned as he straddled your bare thighs. You could honestly say you never once imagined this would happen in real life and you’re kinda nervous about the expectations not just for you but for him. Yet every move he makes brings you confidence– you’re both all in now, why not have fun? You were about to fuck your best friend afterall. Speaking of, Dewey brings your attention back to the present when you feel his warm hands slide around your wrists and pin you to the bed below. “What did you say?”

You can’t help but squirm and you feel the gush of new wetness seep out of you. Dominant Dewey was never something directed at you before now. “I called you a baby! What are you gonna do about it?”

He knows you’re egging him on and he’s content to let you. His grip becomes tighter on your wrists to the point of pain and he loosens his grip like a warning. “Maybe I’ll flip you over and spank you, that what you want, you little brat?”

Un-fucking-believeable. You hate being called a brat, fucking loathe the word, but it sounds like the sweetest threat coming from him (maybe because you know he doesn’t actually mean it). You want to say yes, but Dewey climbs off of you to disrobe. White button up whipped to the floor by the lamp, superman t-shirt lost to the carpet by the door. It’s when he starts to undo his belt that you involuntarily whimper.

He hears you and goes a little slower.

"This what you need," he says with certainty. "Fuck, you look good."

His grip on your ankle encourages you as you slowly but surely wriggle and roll from your back to your belly, never breaking eye contact but feeling your whole body tremble. Dewey must see it as he drops his belt to the wayside much to your disappointment. You want to correct him, tell him you're excited, not scared, but you shut your mouth. Maybe it's for the best, you decide, maybe next time.

You yelp and quickly cover your mouth when you feel Dewey's hand come down on your ass. Dewey watches your flesh jiggle with a smirk. You feel heat seer through your body and grab one of his pillows to bite down on. You wiggle your hips encouraging him to do more.

You feel his hands slide up the backs of your thighs and then his teeth give you a nip on your sore cheek. The wetness between your legs grows. Dewey's hand comes down on your other cheek and your eyes roll back into your head. He groans and you hear him finally drop his jeans onto the floor before you feel his warmth meld onto your back.

Dewey plants a tiny kiss behind your ear. "Ned's still awake. We have to be quiet," he whispers regrettably.

"So?" You try to roll your hips and feel what can only be his hardened member. "Patty's out, what's Ned gonna do?"

"Ned will come in here if we're not trying," Dewey replies, "he's done it before, trust me."

You smack your lips to let him know you're annoyed but you are also immediately distracted by Dewey's warmth as it soaks into you. He's like your own personal heating unit, a furnace in human form. You can hardly feel the chill that usually takes over the room and you bet if you stood outside in the true Chicagoan winter in his arms you might not feel a thing.

His tongue is even hotter as he runs it between your shoulder blades. You know he's right– there's no spanking your butt in a way that feels good and is light enough not to make a lot of sound. You two haven't even had sex yet and you're already thinking of next time.

He purrs in your ear, "I'll make it up to you right now."

Dewey nudges your legs apart to sit between them. You want to turn over and watch him but you're committed to this position and the thrill of not really knowing what comes next. He doesn't leave you wanting for long as his hand slides between your belly and the comforter and his hips roll against you, languidly brushing his cock between your moist folds.

Fuck. "Do that again…"

You're not the one in control here, and just to remind you of that, Dewey ignores you. You feel him pull away and his hands circle your hips up so he can slide a pillow underneath and prop you up higher. You spread your legs almost unconsciously and await eagerly for his next move.

"Fuck." His breath ghosts over your backside and it makes you even more of a mess than you already are. "I can't believe it took us so long…"

The feeling of his fingers digging into your cheeks is followed by the feeling of him pulling them, spreading them wider for better access to you. Your body trembles in anticipation and your eyes drift shut as you feel his dexterous tongue circle your entrance. Dewey's moan makes you clench and you have to bite down on the pillow you've kept to your chest to keep quiet.

Dewey's mouth is languid and exploratory as he lavishes your most intimate parts with some much needed and long awaited attention. Your eyes roll back twice when he dips down to lick your clit, then goes back to focusing on your hole. The tip of his nose is another maddening sensation constantly bumping into you unexpectedly. You're used to your partner's noses bumping your clit, not your other hole.

Just when you think you can't take anymore teasing, Dewey pushes two fingers into you down to the knuckle and you whine. They're fucking thick and you definitely saw that beast he's got swinging between his legs so you know this is merely preparation for what's to come next. It forces you to shiver and squeeze the intrusion much to Dewey's delight.

"Dewey…"

Dewey hums against you and your core tightens in response. The scratchy hair on his chin is driving you to the edge faster than you ever thought possible but you want to see him. You twist and contort until you can look and reach behind you. Instead of tangling your fingers in his hair, you pet him. His eyes open lazily, looking at you over the swell of your ass. His fingers and mouth never stop working your body with the same skill he puts into playing his guitar and you can't stop that wave of emotion from crashing over you.

Your fingers curl into his hair and you can barely feel the moan he releases into your pussy because you are completely star bound as you cum.

Your legs twitch as you fall limp to the surface of the bed. Your head is still in the clouds and you barely notice Dewey crawling up your body to lay half next to you half on top to just cuddle with you and let you come back to your feet. You're grateful for the brief respite as you catch your breath and come to.

"Holy fuck." Your voice is muffled by a pillow and it makes Dewey chuckle. You roll over, put a hand on his chest to push him back and resettle face to face, then rest your eyes. "Gimme like five minutes."

"That good huh?" His voice is positively dripping with smugness but you let him have it.

There's nothing like the feeling of his head on your shoulder and his fingers gently grazing the back of your thigh. Dewey's not in a rush to finish, this is your first time together and he wants it to be good– he needs it to be good. Because he likes you.

You catch your breath and sit up, forcing Dewey to roll off of you. He gets a good look at your front now that you've sat up and he drinks it all in, eyes never lingering in one place too long. That pride goes straight to your head and you lean over him mischievously.

"This ain't everything you got, is it Rockstar?," you tease, "gonna show me what else you got, right?"

Dewey's eyes quickly turn dark again and his hands slide up your thighs to your hips. One hand grips the back of your neck and pulls you down into a deep kiss, your nipples tingling as they brush the hair on his chest. You don't expect him to flip you over and can't stop the AAAAUUGH that escapes your mouth.

You land right under the headboard not three inches from the night stand. Dewey towers over you, hips keeping your legs apart but it's not enough so Dewey presses his palms down on the inside of your knees to open you up even more, as far as you'll go. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip and you're briefly worried he's going to eat you out again– you want his cock.

The bobbing, red thing that's been leaking precum since you sat in his lap at the party. He must have noticed your line of sight as his hips jut forward just a little bit, inviting you to touch him. You make him look at you as you reach for it, feeling the smooth velvet skin wrapped over an iron rod. It's imperfect in that good way. Curves a little to his left at the end and he keeps his bush trimmed. You give his cock a squeeze at the base with every stroke and watch his eyes roll back into his head.

Dewey swallows roughly and shakes his head as if staving off a fog. He flicks your hand from his cock and leans down to kiss you again. You allow his tongue entrance without hesitation and run your fingers through his hair, just basking in his attention despite the throbbing need in your core.

You definitely hear somebody open the door over Dewey's sweet moan, but it's forgotten as soon as the door closes and the grumble that follows is muffled on the other side. It sounded suspiciously like finally.

You hum and break the kiss to breathe, "want your cock in my mouth."

Dewey is already shaking his head but you're adamant. "Just for a second, please? It'll only be a second."

"You're bold in assuming I'm going to last a second on that wicked tongue of yours."

You chuckle, but you lean back anyway and lick your bottom lip expectantly. Dewey rolls his eyes playfully, but he can't hide that he wants to see– even if only for a second– just how far you can take him. And he is in for a surprise.

"This is such a bad idea," he says, crawling up your body. "Stupid idea. Terrible…"

When his hips are high on your shoulders you open your mouth wide, tongue out just to tease him. You are rewarded with a deep, deep groan. Dewey's already thinking about how he's never going to recover from this.

With his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he presses the leaking tip to your tongue.

Instantly you give him a firm lick and feel his whole body shiver. The frenulum of his cock slides along the tip of your tongue deeper into your awaiting mouth. You wrap your lips around it and suck. The noise it pulls out of Dewey makes your nipples ache.

"Fuck…"

You relax your throat and take more of him and half way down his shaft you feel the hair of his balls tickle your chin. The man has to grab the headboard to keep himself upright, eyes rolling back into his head as he tries not to cum then and there. Before you can do anything more, his hips pull back, hand pressed to your forehead and he slides out of your mouth with a wet pop.

"No more, no more," he begs. He looks delirious for half a moment before he gathers his wits and climbs off the bed. He digs around in his nightstand for condoms, flashing six foil packets and asking with far more sense than he has in the past few minutes, "what color?"

"Green."

Dewey tosses the others on the nightstand and rolls the green one on at your request. He mumbles something under his breath and you kick him in his pert little ass. "What was that?"

"I said you would pick green."

"Well I gotta remind you how good I look in it, don't I?"

Dewey returns to the bed, towering over you from between your legs and ratcheting them up higher, bending you almost in half to glower almost menacingly. "The next time I catch you wearing tights, I'm going to fuck you through them."

You hum and buck your hips in invitation. "promises, promises…"

He kisses you as he finally, finally slides inside of your wet, tight heat. He tries, tries, tries to take it slow but once he's got the head in, he snaps his hips the rest of the way home, needing to be engulfed in you now. Your pussy feels even better on his cock than his fingers and you felt fucking amazing on his fingers.

"Babe…"

You dig your fingers in his hair and pull hard. "Fuck me, Dewey. I want bruises."

Your command is his to obey. It's not long before his deep, testing thrusts become a brutal pounding, one where he has to grip the headboard with white knuckles and hold you down with the other hand on your stomach. You take it– all of it– with dirty moans and thrashing. He's hitting something deep inside you that nobody has ever hit before and it's fucking unravelling you at the seems.

"So good…" his mumbling voice finally rises enough that you can make sense of his words over the wet slap of skin on skin. You're both coated in sweat and drunk on each other's bodies. Your eyes drifted shut at some point trying to not get overwhelmed by the many sensations but they fly open when you feel fingers around your neck.

Dewey's looking down at you and you've never felt hotter. His hand squeezes– for nothing more than a single second– and he watches you, still pounding away at your pussy.

You lean your head back, a silent offering. The next breath you take is deep and you are given no choice but to hold it as Dewey finally finally clamps his hand around your throat like a vice. Your mouth opens subconsciously but you cannot gasp. No air goes in or out of your lungs, there is only a burn beginning in your chest and a dizziness in your head.

Your eyes roll back and you break the instant Dewey let's slip a very unconscious and in the moment "fucking love you."

Stars burst behind your widened eyes and a gush of wet seeps in from somewhere in your body and pushes Dewey's cock out. He let's your throat go and has to cover your mouth at the volume of your moan.

The man laughs at the spectical and pushes back inside your heat, fucking your through your second orgasm and delighting in being covered in way more liquid than either of you expected.

His pace changes, long deep strokes meant for him and his pleasure. How he can still fuck you at this pace will leave you wondering for months after this, but he does and he does it so well. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down flush against your skin.

The change in angle brushes your clit and causes tiny sparks in you and you tighten around Dewey with a purr. He meets your purr with a growl, burying his face in your chest and continuing to pump into you. He's close, you can feel it in the frantic change in his rhythm. Dewey keeps time like a fucking metronome but he's lost in the feeling of your skin, your smell, your embrace.

Your legs wrap around his hips and you run your tongue over his ear before you whisper, "I love you too, Dewey."

Dewey's entire body freezes. His cock throbs with the beat of his heart as he fills the green condom and presses his hips into yours as hard as he can. He can't breathe until his orgasm recedes, and by then you're coming again too just from the excitement of it all. He can barely hear the whimper he releases into the hollow of your throat as your pussy milks him for all he's worth.

You're both shaking for several minutes in the afterglow, holding each other and catching your collective breaths. You barely remember cleaning up and changing the sheets. You do remember sharing starry eyed glances and giggles with Dewey just before finally falling into bed and curling into each other.

"Ok," you say, "I know I said we don't have to label it but…"

Dewey drags his knuckles against your spine. "Yeah… if you had to pick a name… what would you call it?"

You hum and draw stars on his chest. "How about… for the rest of my life?"

Dewey smiles till his cheeks hurt. "I could get behind that."

Morning comes with a flourish of sounds. Dewey's snoring, birds chirping, Patty knocking.

Oh god Patty's knocking…

You bury your face in Dewey's neck and groan. There's no way she remembers your promise… right? She's knocking a lot, maybe she's just mad with a huge hangover. "Dewey! Where's my girl? Dewey!"

"She's in here!" Your head shot up and you looked at Dewey with a face belying utter betrayal. Dewey simply looked at you with no remorse, like a cat who pushed your glass of wine from the table. "Ready to go for a run babe? You're good right? Do your legs work?"

"You motherfuck–"

But then Patty was opening the door with a confused face and you had to scramble to cover your nudity. "What? You're sleeping in the same bed now?"

"Uh…" you're at a loss for words between the two of them.

"Doesn't matter, get dressed! You can borrow my clothes or Dewey's, shower later! Let's go!"

As soon as Patty's gone from the door, you turn on Dewey. The man throws a hand up in defense but instead of catching your hands, you kiss him. You hold his heart in your hands and kiss him deep and long. When you finally pull back, he's breathless and ready for a second round.

And that's when you tell him, "when I get back, I'm gonna smash your guitar into tiny little pieces and stab you with them."

You left him alone to panic for the hour you were gone (he spent it hiding his equipment from you).

The End

@fundamentally-lazy @werwulfy @hoodoo12 @escape-your-grape @go-commander-kim @imma-fucking-nerd

#three bees writing #dewey finn #🐝🐝🐝✒#Dewey Finn x female reader #smut #🖤❤💛#black reader insert

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egyptsblackrose · 3 years

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Dancing with Strangers

Ok here’s part 2 I guess, this is a bit longer than the first one, I was listening to the playlist again and kinda got into the zone. This chapter is where things get a little hotter but theres no sexy time still...I don’t know do you guys want that? Do you want more plot? I don’t know how long I wanna make this story guess I’ll leave it up to you guys so let me know what you think. Also the image included is one I drew digitally from a template found on Pinterest, if you repost or use it please give just mention me :)

Warnings: swearing in this one, very suggestive behaviour and language, nothing to spicy

Like to Part 1 here-https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/648370506842701824/dancing-with-strangers-ok-so-theres-a-playlist

Part 2-

You were grinning from ear to ear, a gentle happy buzz fizzing under your skin as you entered the heat of the club your friends insisted was the best in town. Been an exchange student in a very different country like Japan could have been a scary experience for anyone, but you had actually spend some of your young life living in Hiroshima and made life long friends, 2 of which were currently pulling on your hands to lead you to the bar as they laughed loudly. Japanese was your second language, one you adored and had kept practicing through the years, and when the chance came to study at the same uni as your best friends for your final year, you couldn’t buy the plane ticket fast enough!

“Y/N! What are you drinking?!” Miku shouted to you over the music, Sakura already flirting with the barman.

“Same as before, just a vodka and coke please Mi-Mi.” She nodded and turned to Sakura, yelling at her to order the drinks already. You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at your friends antics. They never seemed to change, no matter how many years passed.

Taking a look around the club, you was somewhat relieved that the crowd on the dance floor wasn’t too crazy. You could hold your liquor pretty well, hence why you weren’t as effected as the others in your group, and you didn’t want to loose people in the crowd.

A sudden shiver took over your body, heat stroking your skin like a touch, trailing over your form. Not so surprising, people were often surprised to see a foreigner in the clubs, so you brushed it off. Taking the drink Miku had bought you for her round, your group cheered and took a drink. As “Such a Whore” finished, you and your friends cheered as “Sexy chick” began, quickly finishing your drinks and heading to the dance floor.

———

Blue and black eyes roamed the foreign beauty with no attempt at hiding their interest. She was stunning; her lush hair shimmering in the flashing lights and flowing with every move she made, dressed in something skin tight and pretty to show off her curves but not too revealing and flashy, make-up made to look natural and only flatter her already pretty features. Her body rolled in controlled rhythms to match the beat, her feet shuffling. God she was a sight for sore eyes.

Her face lit up as she and the group surrounding her recognised the beginning of “Lights down low”. Then the real show began. It was like she rehearsed the dance before, singing along to the sinful words. Gojo licked his bottom lip slowly, his blue eyes glued to the way she threw her head back and grinned cheekily at no one. Kakashi couldn’t stop staring at how her hips snapped and thrust like she was acting out the song from both male and female perspectives, his hand tightening dangerously on the glass bottle now finished in his hand. Images of possibilities filled their minds.

“Damn,” Gojo sighed almost to himself.

Kakashi nodded in agreement anyway. “Please tell me you don’t want her for yourself.”

Gojo grin was devilish. “Now where’s the fun in that?” He chuckled, passing his brother another beer he’d just bought, sipping as the foreign beauty dancing like a damn belly dancer to “Culo”. “Do you wanna try make the first move this time?”

The other white haired male shook his head. “Wouldn’t want to risk loosing this one.” Gojo patted his back good natured lay. He was proud of how far his best friend had come in his confidence and prowess, but he knew he had a way to go yet.

“I know what you mean though pal, what a catch.” His blue eyes narrowed at some men clearly eye-fucking you. “I’m gonna make our play before one of those wolves takes a bite.” Kakashi levelled the group was a fierce glare of his own, nodding in approval. This was their hunting ground after all, others had to wait their turn and take the scraps.

Handing his half empty bottle to his still glaring friend, Gojo gracefully weaved through the crowd, gently easing past the many women trying to dance with him. He was determined, his goal set, eyes locked on you.

Your friends span you, making you laugh, but you paused for a second to grin as “Promiscuous” opened up. What you hadn’t expected was a very hot, very pleasant voice to gently sing the beginning “How you doing young lady,” into your ear.

Surprised, you turned only to pause as the most amazing blue eyes you’d ever seen pierced through your gaze and stared right at your soul. Your cheeks heated as the man grinned, pleased at your staring and continued his singing. Blinking to clear your mind from the surprise and shock that a damn MODEL was hitting on you, you began singing too.

“You expect me to just let you hit it, but will you still respect me if you get it.” Your tone held a warning in there somewhere, wether he picked up on it over the volume was another matter. The white haired beauty before you laughed cheerfully, smoothly taking your hand and spinning you to face away from him, before pulling you back so you were pressed up to him.

“I’m curious about you, you seem so innocent.” He teased, hands squeezing your hips. You didn’t even pause, singing the reply but focused more on moving your body to the beat, and into his. “Promiscuous girl, your teasing me. You know what I want, and I got what you need.” He growled in your ear, causing your spine and insides to shudder in delight. You tilted your head back and laughed, only hitting his chest. God this guys tall.

You dipped to the floor and brought yourself up elegantly against him, now facing the dazzling stranger with a teasing grin of your own. “I’m a big girl I can handle myself, but if I get lonely imma need your help. Pay attention to me, I don’t talk for my health.”

The male’s grin turned hungry, his large hands dragging up the side of your body from your hip, tracing your collarbone, before wrapping his hand around your throat. There was no pressure, he just rested his big hand there, engulfing your neck easily, making you look at him as he bit his lip. “The names Gojo Satoru, and you beautiful, can call me Sensei.”

“My names L/N Y/N, not beautiful, flattery only gets you so far...onii-san.” You smirked back as the song changed to “Where have you been”.

Gojo smiled genuinely, letting out a long hum of amusement. “Then let me start by buying you a drink beautiful, I left my brother all alone at the bar just to try talk to you.”

Laughing, you raised a brow. “Talk? Yeah right. I’m sorry but I’m out with my friends, and I don’t want to leave them, I’m the most sober one after all-”

“Of course she’ll have a drink!” Miku all but screamed excitedly. You turned to her with a frown, opening your mouth to refuse, but she grabbed your arm and whispered loudly in your ear. “He’s Gojo Satoru, and his friend is Kakashi Hatake! They’re like small time celebs around here, they’re both hot as fuck and close. Like REALLY close, they only ever take a girl home who they both want, they know what the fuck they're doing too and they’re policemen! Trust me, go with them and thank me later! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Miku all but pushed you into Gojo waiting arms, the male chuckling charmingly at the scene. You watched as your group of friends gave you thumbs up and shooed you away, Sakura and Miku blowing you kisses and winks. “What the?”

“So, what can I get you beautiful?” Gojo purred in your ear to distract you, his arm wrapping comfortably around your shoulders and leading you back to Kakashi who had ordered another drink, and was straightening out his shirt and hair out of nervousness. “Don’t worry, just one drink, anything you want and if your not having fun by the end of it, then I’ll escort you back to your friends myself.”

You bit your lip, about to glance back at your friends to check on them, when another handsome white haired male gently smiled at you, with stunning black eyes, an adorable beauty mark on his chin, a dangerous scar over one eye and a perfect jawline. “One drink wont hurt then, I guess.” You replied, almost shyly as you stood between both men, leaning against the bar.

One drink turned into four, and they were not drunk quick ether. You had lost track of time and songs playing as Gojo and Kakashi bantered easily, always keeping you involved and centre of attention. You were beyond grateful that you could hold your liqueur and hadn’t being going crazy like your friends, it made it easy to follow along with the conversation. You were quick to pitch in effortlessly with cheeky and teasing remarks that had the 2 men both in stitches with laughter, and enamoured with you all at once. Most women were happy to sit and giggle, focus on looking pretty and flirt with suggestive touching, not really focus on what they were saying. You were intelligent, modest and sweet with undertones of naughty delight. It excited both men more than anything had in a while.

When a more suggestive song came through the speakers, Gojo sent Kakashi a discrete look, both leading you to the dance floor after your drinks were finished. Once in their favourite spot, their stage was set to begin the best part of the hunt. This part was more than just seduction, this was about using the music, their words, bodies and heat to turn yours on to the max, until you couldn’t take it anymore. And their favourite spot held just enough cover and darkness to keep all sinful acts a secret.

You inhaled sharply as Gojo’s large hands spread over the front of your thighs, pulling firmly so your back and body were pressed into him, while Kakashi’s rough hands gripped your waist, one of his legs pressing between your own. The two moved in synch perfectly like a well oiled machine, Gojo rolling his body into yours as his feet shuffled. The roll forward would drive you into Kakashi, and more importantly your core onto his firm muscular thigh. The male in front of you would gently shuffle and thrust forward as well, the action meaning there was absolutely no space between you and their hot hard bodies. Their hands would guide and encourage your own dancing, focusing on your hips and slow movements that was driving them just as wild.

You felt like you were melting from the inside out, there was a craving for more deep within you, and it was burning hotter the more they teased. Fingers would lightly graze your breasts and a insincere “sorry” would be breathed into your ear through a smirk, lips would brush your neck, hands would squeeze and tighten their grips at random intervals, keeping you tense and senses focused on them and them alone.

Only when you were a dazed, panting mess did Gojo deem you wooed enough, and Kakashi insisted on getting you another drink. At some point, Gojo had picked you up by your hips as Kakashi had pulled up a bar stool for you, easing it under you. The action was so quick and effortless for both men you couldn’t help but blush, especially as Kakashi kept a hand gently resting on the small of your back, drawing soothing circles there. Gojo’s hand was rested on your thigh as well, like it was nothing, and smirked at you now not hanging to look up so much to meet their eyes.

You stuck your tongue out at him in response. “Careful beautiful, I might just take that tongue if you don’t watch out.” He growled hotly into your ear. Holy-

“I think she’d like that Sato.” Kakashi grinned, groaning the words into your ear. You’d noticed how he’d relaxed more and more as the night went on, becoming a little bolder with you when he saw you weren’t pushing him away or favouring Gojo. The touches were turning less and less innocent or ‘accidental’, and the way they looked at you... Gojo had no shame, staring hungrily at each and every curve, licking his lips hungrily as his hands would skim the line between teasing and inappropriate, working slowly to drive you crazy. His blue eyes drank in every hitch in breath, every shudder, his own patience thinning as he watched your perfect teeth graze your wet lips. Kakashi had a different approach, he wanted the eye contact, he want you to look into his eyes and see he wanted you. “She’s panting, poor thing.”

You hadn’t noticed how your chest was rising and falling rapidly, too busy trying to hide the fact of how turned on you were caught between these gorgeous men. “Your right brother, her thighs are clenching too. What images are forming in that naughty mind of yours beautiful? Care to share? We’d be happy to make them reality, wouldn’t we Hatake?”

The most sinful, hungry groan rumbled through your ear in response as Kakashi stood forward and shielded your body from view of everyone else in the club, sneakily easing a hand up your thigh. Up and up and- you gasped, the single finger making you jump and let out a whimper. “God yes, I want her to make more of those sounds Sato.

“I’ve already called a taxi.” Gojo said lowly, pushing his body into your side so you could feel every hard line and ridge of his toned form, and something poke your arse. “You ready to go beautiful?”

All you could do was nod, too afraid of how desperate you’d sound if you tried to speak. Downing the rest of your drinks, you squeaked as Kakashi eased you off the stool and immediately directed you towards the exit, Gojo leading the way to the taxi and opening the door for you, both always touching you as your legs wobbled and mind raced.

Part 3 - https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/648557120920354817/a-rose-by-any-other-name

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emmettspeakz · 4 years

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Promppt: Reki and Langa wear skirts and dresses and skateboard cuz they're cute

Hi so I loved the idea of them messing around while wearing skirts and skateboarding so I just did skirts. I hope that’s okay. I had to think of a reason they’d wear the skirts, so this took me a bit. It was definitely cherry’s idea for them to wear them.

I haven’t written a fanfic in a while and this was my first attempt at writing for Langa and Reki, so it might be a bit off/ooc, so I’m sorry about that but I did my best. And of course it had to be gay cuz I mean c’mon. Hope you enjoy <3

“So what are we doing again?” Reki asked as Cherry passed him an article of clothing.

“It’s a form of therapy really,” Cherry said, ignoring the look that Reki gave the skirt, eyeing the piece of clothing in the pink-haired man’s hand like it were a bag of dog poop.

“What, you don’t put on a skirt to feel good about yourself?” Cherry inquired, tossing his hair back.

Reki flashed him an indignant look.

“No, in fact, no I don’t.”

Langa wrapped an arm around Reki’s neck.

“Oh c’mon, it’s a festival thing.” He said, giving Reki a smile.

Reki lowered his head to hide his blush. Since when did Langa look so cute when he smiled? Uncool.

“I’ll even put mine on first,” langa continued, popping into a dressing room.

“It too girly for you or something?” Joe teased Reki, who crossed his arms defensively over his chest.

“No, I mean—“

Cherry gave Reki a stern look.

“Real men wear skirts, kid.” He said, without missing a beat. “Are you gonna support me here or not?”

Reki frowned but snatched the skirt from Cherry’s hand all the same.

“Fine,” He told Cherry. “For my friends.”

The skirt in his hands was long and flowy and almost outrageously bright yellow that matched the sweatshirt Reki was wearing in a way that complimented it, despite the intense brightness of the outfit ensemble.

Langa emerged from the dressing room first, his skirt a soft lavender color that complimented his hair color in such an adoring way that Cherry practically had heart eyes looking at him, as Reki stepped out to admire his friend’s outfit.

“That skirt really makes your eyes pop,” Cherry gushed, leaning over to feel the fabric. “I can’t believe I made it.”

“Looks good, doesn’t it Reki?�� Langa asked, his hands on his hips. There Langa went, always asking for his approval. As if he needed to ask. Langa looked good in anything, but of course Reki wasn’t going to point that out to Cherry, especially since Cherry made such an effort to make the outfits for them. Though Reki couldn’t help but blush at Langa, his eyes staring at the flowy skirt.

“Y-yeah,” He stammered. “You look great.”

He turned to Cherry, hoping no one would acknowledge his red face.

“How are we going to skate in a skirt?” He asked. “Any sort of breeze is gonna—“

“Skirts make movements easier,” Cherry explained, placing his feet one by one on Carla. “You have more mobility than you would wearing jeans.” Cherry pointed out, smiling at Reki as he frowned back at him.

“Nice hula skirt Joe!” Langa remarked. “Matches your hair!”

“Matches the jungle you came from, gorilla,” Cherry muttered under his breath.

“I can hear you four eyes!” Joe retorted, getting in Cherry’s face. Cherry glared at Joe as he turned to the two younger boys.

“Let’s go try test them out.” He said, sliding his skateboard out of the back room of clothing store. Joe followed suit, both feet already on his own board.

“Wait for us!” Langa said, grabbing his own skateboard in one hand and dragging Reki along by his arm with the other.

“I don’t care how we do it, I just wanna skate!” Reki agreed, following after Cherry, Joe, and Langa.

The four of them rode along the neighborhood, along bridges and railways, the wind wizzing passed their skirts at angles that showed off Cherry’s lanky legs. Joe would hide his shameful blush with a cool, complicated trick or two, but it was obvious to anyone who paid any attention to him at all that he was smitten. Reki, still somewhat injured from his beef with Adam, was content with watching the other three do more complicated tricks, especially being a bit self-conscious with his body under the skirt. Langa did an impressive leap that rivaled the one at his first beef with Miya, and all Reki could do was gape at him, his skirt billowing out behind him like a sundress. He looked radiant. The other two kept showing off, Cherry playing with his skirt while he did a loop-de-loop with ease, and Joe sped up, his arms out behind him as he went full speed, his skirt flying behind him like a green cape.

The festival started around mid-afternoon and continued well into late evening, the crisp, cool air flowing up their skirts eventually freezing them enough to drive them back to a place where they could change back into pants.

“You warm enough Langa?” Reki asked him, trying to offer the blue-haired boy his sweatshirt as they stood outside of Joe’s restaurant, breathing in the cold, damp night air.

“I’m from Canada remember?” Langa laughed, draping the sweatshirt over reki’s shoulders politely. “I’m used to the cold.” Reki’s face flushed as he put his sweatshirt back on, glad his face was hidden for once. A silly mistake. Of course he knew Langa was from Canada and was used to the cold, but sometimes it felt like Langa had always been here in Japan, had always hung out with him, so sometimes it felt like the snowboarder Langa had been, existed in another life.

“Right...” Reki said, hand on the back of his neck. Langa smiled and held his hand out towards Reki.

“Want me to walk you home?” Langa asked. Reki felt his heart beat fast inside his chest. He smiled at Langa and intertwined his fingers with his. A bold move on his part with two grown men watching them, but neither of them let go.

“Aww, how cute!” Joe teased them before Cherry smacked him over the head with a rolled up magazine.

“They were having a moment, dummy!” Cherry said. Then he turned to the younger boys and said, “Thanks for coming out you two—I mean, shit! You know what I meant! You two have a good rest of your night.”

Dragging Joe along with him as he sheepishly intertwined his pinky finger with Joe’s, The two older men rode off towards their homes.

“We will! It was fun!” Langa said, waving after them with his free hand.

“So, shall we?” Langa inquired. Reki squeezed his hand tentatively then more confidently as he looked down at their connected hands.

“Yes,” He replied, looking up at Langa and smiling. “Take me home.”

#renga #renga fanfic #sk8 the infinity #Reki kyan #langa hasegawa #matcha blossom

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your-nerd-is-showing · 3 years

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Chapter Two: First Date

Chapter one

You and Gojo went to get ready.

“I’m taking over your bathroom.” You said as you grabbed your suitcase.

“Awwwwww, you mean I don’t get a show?” He said jokingly.

“Nope, not yet!” You stuck out your tongue cheekily at him as you disappeared into the bathroom.

“Not fair!” He yelled, chasing after you and almost running head first into the door you’d just slammed shut.

“He’s something else,” you chuckled to yourself as you slipped off your clothes and entered the bath. Soon you could hear nothing but the sound of water spraying down your shoulders and dripping from your hair, as you lathered soap all over yourself and allowed the misty wetness of the shower to rinse your worries temporarily away. You hadn’t felt so refreshed in a long while... it was as if you were a different person by the time you got out of the shower and made your way over to the mirror to dry your hair. You dabbed your long (H/C) locks dry and twirled them round your curling iron, taking care not to overdo it and risk ruining your hair texture. “Now time for makeup!” You were careful not to overdo your makeup, just a simple smoky eye with liner and mascara to make your beautiful (E/C) eyes pop would suffice.

Finally, it was time to put on your figure-hugging purple corset dress. Its sweetheart neckline exposed just the right amount of cleavage, giving you enticing curves at the front, and the skirt hugged your hips snugly to emphasize your shapely figure. You wiggled your way into the dress and tightened the ribbons to achieve the perfect hourglass shape. “Perfect!” You said to yourself admiring how beautiful you looked in the mirror and shook your hips. “Damn I’m hot!” You said with newfound confidence as you wiggled your butt, the skirt swishing upwards to show off your lace thong. You finished up at last and slipped your black stiletto pumps on. “One final check to make sure everything is perfect.” You said as you twirled around again in front of the mirror – like a princess preparing for an important ball. But you didn’t quite trust the mirror enough; just to be safe, you took out your phone and snapped a few photos of yourself posing, with your head tilted back and the most dazzling smile on your face.

“(Y/N) are you ready? It’s getting late!” Satoru’s voice from the other side of the door shook you out of your trance at last. As the door swung open, you saw his eyes lighting up in awe as they traveled down your body. “Holy shit (Y/N) yo-you look absolutely gorgeous!” He said as he gazed upon you. “I think I have a new found love for corsets. God damn (Y/N)! Please tell me you own more corsets and that you brought at least one more with you.”

“Yes, I do own more corsets, but I didn’t bring any others with me….. Satoru my eyes are up here!” You snapped your fingers in his face to yank his focus away from your cleavage.

“You could knock someone out with your boobs! I never realized just how nice they really were (Y/N).” He smirked as he reached for your breasts playfully.

You rolled your eyes at Gojo as you swatted his hands away. “Behave Mister! You at least have to take me on a date before I let you do anything else.” You said sticking out your tongue.

“Keep sticking out that tongue missy and I’ll give it something to do.” He teased smugly giving you a sexual smirk as he bit his lower lip.

You inched closer to Gojo. “Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?” You asked narrowing your eyes as you stuck out your tongue again teasing him.

“This!” He pulled you into his arms kissing you deeply as he pushed you against the wall. He broke the kiss trailing his lips down your neck.

Instantly his intoxicating cologne invaded your nostrils making you go weak in the knees at how amazing he smelled. “F-fuck Sa-to-ru! S-stop p-pleaseeeeee.” You moaned out as he bit your neck making you tremble.

“I’m sorry I just can’t help it….” He cupped your face leaning in close. “You’re just so much fun to tease, I love the way you react to me when I touch you turning you on. Plus you smell like a cupcake…. I have an enormous sweet tooth and I just wanna eat you up!” Gojo seductively licked his lips.

“I-I'm not turned on….” You replied shifting your eyes lying horribly.

“I call bullshit! I know you’re turned on (Y/N) you’re a hot trembling mess right now in my arms.” He replied taking your chin between his thumb and index finger as he tilted your head up to look at him.

You averted Gojo's gaze.

“See! You can’t even look me in the eyes when I call you out!” He said teasing you as he grabbed your butt feeling bare skin. Gojo moved his hand up feeling the lace fabric of your thong he took his fingers and snapped it making you moan. He smirked at you. “Did you wear a thong just for me beautiful? Does this mean I'm getting lucky with you tonight?” His ocean blue orbs instantly lit up like a child on Christmas.

You gave him a smirk. “I don’t know? Let’s see where the night takes us.” You said as you ran your finger down his chest. “If you’re good maybe you’ll get lucky with me in some way.”

“Oooooooh in what way?” He asked getting excited.

“Well I’m not giving myself up completely to you yet…. You still need to work for that. So you’ll just have to wait for later and find out how far I will let you go.” You grabbed his collar pulling Gojo in tenderly kissing his lips.

“Well then let’s get going!” He eagerly held out his arm for you to take.

You stepped into his embrace instantly his arm was protectively wrapped around you.

“Are you ready for an amazing night beautiful?” He asked as you stepped out the door with him.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Yes I am Satoru.”

“Lets go wait for the Uber.”

“Everyone is staring at us Satoru! It’s making me feel uncomfortable.” You said to Gojo as your eyes darted around the room catching nasty looks from a bunch of girls. “These girls look like they wanna rip me to shreds!” You said shifting uncomfortably in the booth.

Gojo pulled you into his lap wrapping you in a comforting embrace. “They're just jealous because you have me all to yourself.” He smiled and kissed your lips trying to make you feel better.

You buried your face in his neck trying to hide yourself. “But why? I'm sure most of these girls have already gotten with you….” You mumbled into his neck. You took a deep breath in smelling Satoru's wonderful scent, instantly it calmed you down.

“It’s because of the way I am acting with you….” Started Gojo as he rested his head on top of yours. “I never show affection like this towards a girl I'm just hooking up with, but you’re different from any of the other girls. You’re special to me.” Gojo looked at you with his inhumanly beautiful galaxy blue orbs smiling at you warmly as he played with your hair, all your worries started to disappear as he comforted you.

“How?” You asked picking your head up, searching his endless ocean blue eyes.

“Because when I am with you I see something more than just a random hook up. I want to get to know you (Y/N)…. Something about you is driving me crazy, making me want you more than anything and I don’t know why, but I want to find out so damn bad…. You very well may be the girl to tame me.” He said smiling at you sweetly. “Now are you ready to go to the club and dance with me? Or would you like to skip the club and just go back to my apartment?”

“Well I have never been to a club before so I am curious to go to one, but….” You trailed off.

“But what?” He asked taking your hands in his, getting excited.

You giggled in a flirty manner as you playfully pushed Gojo. “Satoru you’re certainly eager to get me home!” You said coyly.

He gave you a goofy grin and nodded his head. “Yessssss! Yes I am!”

“Well mister eager pants you’ll just have to wait!” You smirked at Gojo. “I wanna go to the club.”

Gojo groaned in annoyance. “You just love to torture me baby girl, don’t you?” He asked teasing you as he ran his fingers down your arm making you shiver.

You gave Gojo a cheeky smile and nodded your head as you got off his lap. “Come on babe the faster we go to the club the faster you get me home.”

He looked at you shocked. “Did you just call me ‘babe’?”

“Do you not want me to?” You asked shyly as your cheeks flushed a deep red.

“No, no, no I want you to…. I'm just not used to it, you kinda caught me off guard with that one…. Baby.” He winked at you giving you a devilish grin.

You turned even redder as he called you that.

“You are so cute when you blush!” Gojo kissed your nose making you turn into a tomato.

Meanwhile the same group of girls from earlier were staring you and Gojo down.

“Absolutely disgusting!” Started one of the girls. “Just look at the way Gojo is acting with that girl!” She scoffed.

“Yeah he never acted like that with me!” Another girl chimed in. “It’s like she has him whipped or something! What is her vagina made of fucking gold or something!?”

“It’s pathetic he’s like a lovesick puppy! How unattractive!” Scoffed another girl.

The group of girls continued to stare as you made goo-goo eyes with Gojo.

He noticed the group of girls glaring at you, he rolled his eyes before kissing the top of your head. “Okay let’s get going baby!” He said loudly so the group of girls heard him.

The girls faces went from disgusted to shocked.

“D-did he just call her ‘baby’!?” One of the girls said.

Another girl shot out of her seat. “Oh my God someone was able to land Gojo as a boyfriend and it’s a fucking Freshman!?” Blurted the girl.

You and Gojo both looked at the group of girls and laughed at them.

“Is there an issue girls?” You started. “What are you jealous that a mere Freshman is the girlfriend of the hottest, most desired man on campus?”

“Why you little bitch!” Yelled one of the girls as you and Gojo turned to leave.

“Wow how unattractive to make a scene like this in such a nice place! Grow up.” Stated Gojo as he wrapped his arm around you.

“Yikes, those girls were crazy.” You said trying to avoid the fact that you just called Satoru your boyfriend as you and him walked out of the restaurant.

“So I'm your boyfriend now?” Asked Gojo smugly as he pulled you into his strong embrace, with a big grin plastered to his gorgeous face stretching from ear to ear.

“I got caught up in the moment?” You looked at him lying badly once again.

“Uh no I don’t think so missy. Would you care to try again?” He poked your nose. “Reset!” He laughed.

“I-I-I I got nothing to counter with on this one.” You sighed in defeat and held your hands up. “You caught me I surrender Satoru I'm y-.”

“Oooooooh!” Gojo interrupted you getting excited. “Wait, why are you surrendering? (Y/N) you uh kinda lost me on this. A little help please beautiful?” He said pouting.

You rolled your eyes giving him a ‘are you serious' look. “Wow really? IF YOU WOULD LET ME FINISH!” You started to laugh.

“I’m sorry I heard you say you surrendered to me and my thoughts got the better of me.”

“CAN YOU GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER FOR FIVE MINUTES!?” You yelled getting frustrated.

“No, you know just for that you can wait or try and figure out what I was going to say on your own.” You said smugly. “If I remember when we get home from the club I'll tell you then.” You trotted away shaking your butt just enough so your skirt flew up showing off your amazing ass with that sexy lace thong.

Gojo was completely entranced, holding out his hands to grab it he ran up behind you perfectly cupping your cheeks with his giant hands as he gently clapped them together. Giggling you pushed your butt up against Satoru's crotch teasing him as you wiggled it pressing against him more before twirling around. “H-hey now! You know for someone who is a virgin you’re a naughty little girl.” He caught you mid-twirl making you face him as he rested his hands on your hips. “(Y/N) you keep teasing me like this I won’t want to go to the club.” You shook your hips dancing in Satoru's arms as you grabbed his shirt yanking him in closer kissing his lips.

“Then get me to the club I'm dying to dance! I love club music!” You grabbed his hand starting to dance with him.

The club was filled with people, music was blasting as the neon lights went to the beat of the bass. You and Gojo we’re completely lost in each other as you grinded on him to the beat of the music, he had never seen anything so hot in his entire life as he grabbed your ass pulling you in closer to him your body was is perfect sync with his as you danced. The song finally ended and you stepped off the dance floor with Gojo to get a drink, you walked up to the bar with him. “Wanna do a shot with me pretty girl?”

“Only if I can pick it!” You responded.

“Okay you’re on!” Gojo replied smugly.

“What'll it be?” Asked the bartender.

“Two alien brain hemorrhages please!” You responded.

“Coming right up!”

“What the hell is an alien brain hemorrhage?” Gojo questioned you.

“Only my favorite shot!” Was all you said as the bartender made your drinks. “Cheers!” You cheered Gojo and downed the shot.

“Hey that was pretty good!”

“I told you!” You replied confidently.

“Excuse me can we get two more rounds of this?” Gojo asked catching the bartender as he walked by.

“Sure! Coming right up!”

“We going shot for shot again Satoru-kun?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“Yea why not? I wanna go home drunk with you plus to be completely honest I’m not big into drinking I’m a total lightweight so a few shots will do me good and I actually like what you chose for a shot baby girl.”

You and Gojo did a few more shots, both of you started feeling nice and tipsy suddenly you heard the start of your favorite techno song, grabbing Gojo's hand you yanked him onto the dance floor. “Woah what’s the rush?” Gojo asked pulling you into his arms.

~Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh~

“This is my favorite song!” You replied as you pushed your butt against Satoru's crotch wrapping his hands around your waist.

~Take a little bite of my eager neck~

You spun around grinding up against Satoru as you sensually bit his neck making him moan as you pulled him into you.

~Let the burning keep me in check~

He looked at you with a burning passion in his eyes as he pulled you in closer to him, his senses going haywire as you wrapped your leg around him pressing your crotch against his hand.

~Overflowing, I cant deny the lust I feel around you~

He grabbed onto your waist snapping his hips against your crotch turning both of you on even more.

~Want a feeling that I'll never forget

How about I make your appetite wet?~

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as he snapped his hips into you again your head tilted back as you moaned loudly.

~Delusions about this, every night and day~

Between Satoru grinding on you and the intense bass of the music, you were getting so turned on as you grabbed his neck attacking his lips.

Satoru saw how turned on you were “I wanna make you mine.” He whispered in your ear right when the song said it making you go crazy as you moaned out.

~Just slowly trace a line right down my back, I'll feel it right in my soul!~

The bass dropped and you quickly with it as you ran your hands over Satoru's crotch feeling his growing problem, you knew he would be pulling off the dance floor at any moment.

~Love will never mean I have to think you're right~

You came back up, Satoru pulled you right in grinding against you to the beat of the music.

~People hide away the secrets with their pride~

His hands traveled under your skirt grabbing at your ass, snapping your thong over and over again.

~Never knowing if the rules that we live by~

Satoru's other hand traveled towards the front in between your legs.

~Govern each and every day and every night~

Gasping at the sudden friction your hips bucked wildly as his palm rubbed against your thong.

~And without a doubt I see it in your style~

You looked deep into his ocean orbs moaning out as he kept his hand between your legs.

~When I think you're gonna leave I'll take a dive~

‘Accidently' one of his fingers slipped inside you.

~Deep within a never ending scarlet sky~

That was it the feeling of your tight dripping pussy around his finger ruined Satoru.

~Waiting for ecstasy to take control and make you smile~

You moaned into Satoru's mouth as his finger went deeper inside you.

~Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh~

“Ah, ah, ah, ah! Heh, heh.” You went in perfect sync with the song pulling Satoru closer into you gently nibbling his lower lip.

~Drowning deep within this love sensation~

Satoru couldn’t take it anymore you were turning him on so much, he pulled you off the dance floor and called a Uber as you left the club.

~Getting lost in the sex vibrations

Now I'm ready for take off, brace yourself for an explosion~

You waited outside for the Uber, Satoru was standing behind you rubbing his hands up and down your thighs as he pressed his growing bulge against you while kissing your neck making you lose yourself in his touch.

~For this trick, rip off your SHIRT

come on, follow me, I’ll show you thirst~

The Uber finally came, Satoru opened the door for you to get in, he got right in behind you instantly turned his attention to you as he started making out with you passionately.

Kissing him roughly you straddled his waist bucking your hips against his crotch making Satoru moan into your mouth as you ripped his shirt open.

~It’s alright, Let’s GET FLYING we’re starting~

“Hey you two! Keep it in your pants til you get home!” Yelled the driver as he glanced at the time of arrival to see how long he would have to bare the sounds of your lewd moans. “Only seven minutes thank God.”

~Don’t you worry my DARLING~

Satoru sneakily slipped his hand into your thong gently rubbing your clit. “Shhhhh keep quiet so we don’t get caught baby girl.” He whispered into your ear as he slipped his finger inside you again.

~Instead of labels can't we say we're friends~

You buried yourself into his neck to stifle your moans as he pumped his finger in and out of you.

~I'd rather take you as you are without an oath~

Faster and faster he fingered you, making it almost impossible to stay quiet. You lifted your head up hungrily attacking his lips.

~Love will never mean you have to think I'm right~

You were so drunk on Satoru your body moved on it’s own as your hips bucked again, making his finger go deeper.

~We were never gonna give marriage a try~

“HEY YOU'RE HOME!” Yelled the Uber driver bringing the two of you back to reality.

~Coz I always thought you'd find another guy~

“Thanks for the ride man!” Satoru replied as he took out his phone to rate the driver and give him a generous tip for having to put up with the show.

~Holding onto every time you died inside~

You and Satoru got out of the car stumbling your way down the hall to his apartment.

~Take a look into my heart to give you life~

You didn’t even make it into his apartment, he couldn’t take it anymore pinning you up against the wall, his lust getting the better of him. He grabbed at your ass trying to take off your thong as he grinded against you kissing you deeply.

~Make a choice to either hide or stay in sight~

You stopped Satoru's attack on your lips. “Sa-to-ru…. Do you really wanna give your neighbors a show Satoru?” You pointed to an open door and two pairs if eyes watching you and Satoru.

~Gotta hurry coz I won't reveal my side of the story don't you see I've got it held up in my mind~

He glanced over at the prying eyes and picked you up running into his apartment.

~As the world around you is crumbling down (I've got you with my spell)~

He locked the door and ran straight into his room throwing you onto the bed.

~The only one that you can count on is yourself~

“I've been waiting for this all day my sweet, sweet (Y/N).” Started Satoru as he parted your legs, pulling off your thong. “Now pretty girl what can I do to you?” He asked gently pushing two fingers in hoping you being distracted would let him go further with you.

~I don't ever wanna fall in love~

“Sa-to-ruuuu!” You moaned out. “Fu-fuck.” You whimpered as he rubbed your clit with his thumb.

~Just let me play the game, make your skin feel numb~

“(Y/N) just give into your desires.” Satoru whispered into your ear as he ran his fingers over your soft skin making you tremble beneath him. “I see it in your eyes you’re trying so hard to fight it baby girl.”

~You could call my name, pretend to love for fun~

He was right you wanted him to do everything to you but, you wanted to make him wait. You took a deep breath in gathering your thoughts and coming down from your high. “S-Satoru, I-I want you to come up here and kiss me…. I love kissing you.”

~'Cause I don't care when you suck on my tongue~

Satoru did so, you attacked his lips kissing him deeply moaning into his mouth as his fingers went deeper.

~Can't you see, tonight you'll end up mine?~

Your hands traveled down unbuttoning his pants, taking his member out you gasped at the girth you felt as you wrapped your small hands around it.

~I'll do you fast and hard, you're gonna end up blind~

Satoru moaned out loudly at the sudden surprise. “Mmmmmm (Y/N) eager aren’t we little cupcake?” Cooed Satoru as he leaned in kissing your neck and started to untie your corset.

~I'll give you a sign and then you'll see in no time!~

All the air left your body as he finished undoing your corset. Your eyes fluttered closed as he took your dress off exposing you completely. Your face turned bright red, you wanted to hide, never in your life did you feel so vulnerable than in that moment. Your skin became hotter and hotter by the second as your heart tried to beat out of your chest. Deep inside you were panicking.

~All Right! All the tension, killer engine~

Satoru could feel the tension starting to build inside you. “(Y/N) if you want me to stop just say so…. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said in a soothing voice instantly calming you down.

~Let's go, we're gonna BURN BURN BURN~

You inhaled a deep breath trying to gather yourself. “No Satoru please don’t stop…. This is amazing yet terrifying at the same time…. I’ve never been touched like this…. I’ve…. Never felt like this. Please do more to me Satoru.”

~What you want my lovin' for?~

“Well love what will you let me do to you?” He asked again this time actually wanting an answer from you.

~Stop begging me for more~

“I want you to d-do e-ev-everything to-to me-“

“Really!?” He said cutting you off. “You do!?” Satoru jumped at your approval getting ahead of himself he started to strip.

“Woah hold on a minute Satoru I'm not finished talking!” You shouted as he got on top of you pressing his member against your thigh. “F-fuck.” You wined out as his tip gently grazed your clit. “Th-this isn’t helping…. How do I say no when you’re literally on top of me looking at me like that.” A frustrated sigh left your lips.

He kept looking at you his ocean eyes filled with lust, wonder and excitement all melding together at once.

~Dance away your feelings and move to the sound~

“God damnit you’re making it so hard right now….” You mumbled.

“Did I make you crash? You can’t even form a coherent thought (Y/N).” Satoru said teasing you.

“Well gee I wonder why Satoru? I only have the sexiest man ever on top of me trying to fuck me.” You replied giving him a disgruntled look.

“And there she is! Okay can you give me a straight answer now darling?”

“What do you mean by that Satoru?” You questioned the white-haired man.

“You're calmer now aren’t you?”

You nodded your head yes.

“Then now that you’re thinking clearly I can get a straight answer from you?”

You started to tremble again.

“Why are you acting like this (Y/N)?” Satoru asked his voice laced with concern as he got off of you.

“Y-you're just so intimidating Satoru.”

“But you’ve been teasing me all day why are you so nervous now?”

“I mean I can talk the talk Satoru but I am still a virgin so being in a intimate setting like this I'm scared, all these sensations are all so new to me…. I mean yea I’ve masturbated before but this is nothing like that…. This is so much better.” You took a deep breath in. “Okay I'm okay! I'm not ready to go all the way but you can do anything else to me Satoru.” You smiled and tenderly kissed his lips.

~Come on baby, GET DOWN!~

With that approval Satoru instantly went down on you. “Oh my Godddddddd!” You moaned out as he sucked on your clit. “F-fuck Sa-to-ruuuuu!” You wined out tugging on his soft white hair as you became a puddle at his touch.

~Love will never mean we have to think we're right~

Satoru ate you out like an animal that didn’t have a meal in weeks. The sound of him licking up your juices echoed through the room, that wonderful sound turned the both of you on so much….. Never in your life did you think someone could make you that wet.

~People hide away the secrets with their pride~

Your breath hitched as you felt the knot in your stomach start to pulse, you were getting close to an orgasm. “F-fu-fuckkkkk Sa-Sa-Satoruuuu I'm-I'm c-cu-cummmmmminggggggg!” You wailed out as your walls tightened around his fingers you came gushing into his mouth. You heard faint moans coming from Satoru as he licked up every last drop of your juices.

~Never knowing if the rules that we live by~

Satoru finally came up for air, he had a huge smirk plastered to that gorgeous face of his. “Baby girl you taste delicious!” He cooed as he leaned in to kiss you making you taste yourself.

~Govern each and every day and every night~

“Why is this so hot?” You thought to yourself as Satoru sloppily kissed you making your juices dribble down your chin.

You broke the kiss and looked at him with a smirk stretched from ear to ear. “Lay down I wanna try something.” He did so, you got on his chest so you were in the 69 position.

~And without a doubt I see it in your style~

“Wait (Y/N) are you going to do what I think?” He asked you getting all excited.

~When I think you're gonna leave I'll take a dive~

You didn’t answer him, instead you let your tongue do the talking as you licked the milky pre-cum off his tip, making him shiver at your touch. You let out a soft giggle as you slowly worked your way down his shaft paying the most careful attention to each part as you licked grazing your piercing over the smooth skin.

~Deep within a never ending scarlet sky~

“(Y-Y/N-N) you’re v-very na-naughty for a v-virgin.” Satoru moaned out as you encircled your mouth around his tip, making him gasp at the wonderful feeling. “F-fuck (Y-Y/N-N)!” He whined out as he grabbed your ass diving back into your soaking core.

~Waiting for ecstasy to take control and make you smile~

You moaned out making your tongue vibrate against his shaft as you took it in it’s entirety down your throat causing Satoru to buck his hips almost making you choke.

~Let the power of desire unleash~

You continued to lick and suck taking complete control, Satoru stopped eating you out and just laid there becoming a hot mess beneath you.

~(Can't take this anymore)~

“Oh my God (Y/N) your tongue piercing feels a-am-amazinggggggg. If you k-keep this up I’m-I'm gonna burst!” Satoru moaned out as you deep throated him again. “F-fuck baby girl I'm getting close to cumming! G-gahhhhhh!”

~Without a second thought my passion slowly burns~

You continued to work Satoru until he couldn’t take it anymore, he came in your mouth and you took every last drop. Gently you sucked on the tip making him squirm finally you released yourself from his member.

Satoru pulled you off him and laid you down next to him as he pulled you in close. “Baby girl that was amazing!” He cooed as he kissed the top of your head.

~So take control and show me what it's worth~

“Would you believe me if I said that was my first blow job ever?” You asked him.

“No I wouldn’t.” He chuckled. “Well you’re really, really good at it! In fact that was one of the best ones I’ve ever had. That tongue piercing is something else.”

You blushed at the compliment. “T-thank you Satoru.” You rested your head on his chest and soon fell into a deep blissful sleep.

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00Q AU

Skyfall alternative universe.

Same story, same movie, but Q isn't the quartermaster we know and has taken Severine's place as Silva's pet.

- Would you mind if I asked you a business question? -

Bond turned on his right with a smirk, facing the person who had just asked that question. A boy, sitting on a chair right next to him, was inhaling from a cigarette, while sitting with all the confidence he had been able to call out.

- Depends on the question - Bond replied, keeping his friendly smirk.

The boy shrugged smartly, green eyes focused on the wooden counter for a moment .

- It has to do with death - he quickly muttered, sticking the cigarette between his thin lips in order to adjust his glasses.

- Subject in which you're well served - Bond replied.

A white cloud escaped the boy's lips as he took the cigarette in his fingers again.

- What makes you think that? - the boy sighed, his lips curving in a shallow smile.

The agent almost chuckled at that, leaning closer while holding his drink.

- Only certain types of young men can wear such a suit, go around with a Beretta 70 well hidden under the jacket, and still look that innocent - Bond whispered.

Another white cloud slipped out of those pinky lips, accompanying what sounded like an abortive chuckle, and the boy simply played a smile that looked too tight to be actually believable.

- One can never be too careful when handsome men in tuxedos carry Walthers - the boy quickly replied.

There was a sincere smile by both which, Bond noticed, lasted just a fraction of seconds on the younger's lips.

- Specially with such blue eyes - the boy muttered, inhaling from the cigarette right after.

Bond chuckled silently.

- What's the matter with such eyes? - he questioned.

- The eyes of a killer - the boy answered, not even taking time to put the cigarette out of his lips.

With an understanding hum, the agent leaned back against the chair and just stared at the boy as he quickly glanced at his own right with the corner of his eyes.

It had just been a moment, but not impossible to catch for Bond.

- You all have eyes like that - the boy mumbled, as if he didn't want to be heard.

- Does he have them too? - Bond asked, perfectly knowing the other was aware of who they were talking about.

The boy smiled bitterly and quickly nodded, his fingers playing with the cigarette in fast and sharp movements.

- Of course he does - he muttered, immediately looking at the agent again - But it takes you a while to actually notice - he added, now louder.

The boy took a deep breath and, in a few seconds, any trace of distress and discomfort were gone from his thin figure, leaving only a wide and sincere smile to show.

It had been a so quick and prompt change to almost make Bond jealous of it for a moment.

- Returning to the business question: shall I assume you took care of Patrice? - the young man questioned, looking like the most innocent creature on Earth as he kept smiling.

- Yes - Bond immediately answered.

The boy nodded.

- May I ask why? - he replied, with a sweet and warm voice.

- I want to meet that killer-eyed man you seem to know so well - the agent responded, any trace of tenderness gone from his voice.

As a consequence of those words, the cloud running out of the boy's mouth got shaky and uneven, his nervous sigh actually hearable this time. He took a deep breath and brought his arms closer to his chest, as if he wanted to hide his shivers.

- Be careful what you wish for - he giggled with a sharp smile.

Bond sighed in amusement.

- You're scared - he told him.

The boy's expression drastically changed again, the smile dropping as he hissed and then extinguished the cigarette.

- Thank you for the drink, Mr Bond - he quickly snapped as he got up.

However, the agent didn't let him take a step more, immediately grabbing him by the wrist.

The boy groaned quietly and all he did was turning his head to face Bond again, thin lips tight and eyes staring into the agent's with an incredible amount of anger.

- You put on a good show. But ever since we sat down you haven't stopped looking at your body guards. Three of them is a bit excessive. They're controlling you. They're not protecting you - Bond whispered, with enough harshness in his voice.

With a small twist, he turned the boy's wrist, showing a black mark the younger seemed to be determined to hide as his other hand flinched to cover the skin, but didn't dare to move.

- Tatoo on your wrist is Macau sex trade. You belong to one of the houses. What were you? Twelve? Thirteen? I'm guessing he was your way out. Perhaps you thought you were in love. But it was a long time ago - the agent continued.

The boy sighed heavily and Bond could see his eyes shining with bitter years, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to keep it still.

- You know nothing about it - the younger groaned, not loud enough to let anyone else hear it.

The agent simply looked at him, his fingers gently caressing the skin of the boy's wrist.

- I know when someone is scared and pretending not to be - he calmly replied.

The boy took a silent breath through his mouth and sat down again.

- What do you know about fear? - he asked.

- Anything that comes with it - Bond answered.

The boy shook his head and managed a small smile.

- Not like this. Not like him - he snapped.

As he leaned back on the chair, the boy's wrist escaped the agent's grip and the younger immediately rested his cheek against his own hand, in a way he was hiding his mouth from the bodyguards standing in the background.

- I guess you're not a man who's work limits to leave silent threatening messages every now and then - the boy said, looking down for a moment.

Bond smiled in response.

- Clever boy - he replied.

- Don't call me that - the boy groaned, eyes snapping on Bond again.

The agent frowned as the other visibly stiffed.

- Why not? - he questioned.

- Just don't - the younger replied.

Bond hummed in response.

- You're here to kill him - the boy continued.

There was silence for a moment, neither of them moving, until Bond nodded.

- Will you? - the boy asked.

- Someone usually dies - the agent answered.

The boy chuckled at that, sincerely this time, slightly curling up on himself.

- I'd really appreciate if you made it back in one piece, honestly - he replied.

Bond smiled.

- Have you grown fond of me? - he asked.

The other giggled again.

- You've got a charm of your own, it's undeniable. But the real reason is more of survival, because I can bet that I am a dead man walking as much as you are, by now - the boy explained.

Bond nodded.

- I can help you - he whispered.

- That's honestly what I've been hoping for the whole conversation - the other admitted.

Another few seconds of silence followed that response, filled only by a sigh from the boy.

- Once I leave, you're gonna have troubles with my bodyguards. If you make it out of here in one piece, which I do hope, I'll be on the Chimera, North harbour, path 7. I can arrange a meeting with that killer-eyed man - the younger whispered.

Bond smiled and nodded.

- You have an hour - the boy added.

- I'll better hurry up, then - Bond answered.

With a sharp smile, the boy moved his hand away from his cheek.

- It was nice to have a conversation with you, Mr Bond. Thank you - he said, before eventually getting up.

As he left, Bond turned to face the point in which the bodyguards had been standing the whole time, lifting up his drink as a salute.

I labeled Q just as "boy" because I didn't know whether I should have called him just "Q" or give him another name.

#00q #007 #00q fanfiction #00q fic #ship #alternative universe #james bond #writing inspiration #q james bond #severine #skyfall #why do i like this so much

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you by no mean have to respond to this, just wanna get it off my chest. my whole life i’ve been a straight a student, but now it’s my first semester in college and geez, i’m struggling. 3/4 of classes have b’s right now and one of them is teetering super close to a c. i get that b’s are still good grades and all, but i’m so worried that my parents are going to think that now that i’m on my own i’m just not trying, even though i am, really hard. i just don’t want to let anyone down or make them think less of me and i’m so so stressed and i just don’t know what to do

Believe me when I say that I understand you. I am in the same boat. We have 3 sems n my first semester is going to end on December 10. And honestly, idek how I'm gonna do.

College is difficult, and as u said, a b is still a good grade. But parents tend to overlook that, maybe because they want u to get the best of your curriculum, or maybe it's as simple as the fact that it's been too long since they have been our age, and don't know how it works nowadays.

I wrote and scratched my answer many times, and this ask has been in my drafts ever since I first read it. But I'm confident with what I wanna say to u, now.

In my previous scraps, I poured my heart out and ranted about how depressing this year has been for me, but nobody wants to hear abt that, because we all have our painful episodes. We're new adults, life's both amazing and shitty, and studying is hard... but yk what? The fact that ur trying is enough. Yes, maybe it's not fetching u a sparkly 'A' , but atleast ur trying and haven't given up. Ur tenacity and determination are ur biggest strengths, don't ever lose them. Hard work and genius comes later.

Mostly, parents aren't able to comprehend low grades because they don't see u try. What I do is simple: I study when they're around, so that they can see for themselves that I'm trying and giving it my best. Most of the times we end up hiding away in our rooms and studying away from sight. That leads to ppl thinking that u don't study at all! Whereas you know how many hours u have been sacrificing from ur sleep.

If u show them, they will believe u!

If u don't live with them, then maybe send them snaps(?) (Idk, every family has a unique way of communicating) or maybe whatsapp msgs that subtly let them know that ur studying.

Maybe don't go online for a while, let them ask u where u have been, n then reply with, "oh, no I was just busy studying"

Uk?

And don't stress urself. Believe me, I have cried so much and stressed so so so much this year because of clg n admissions etc, and it has never done me any good. It always leads to rash decisions, red eyes and a messed up sleep schedule.

Take deep breaths, take breaks. Yes, watch a slice of life show/anime/movie, unwind and do sm u really enjoy. Give urself a break from the stressful deadlines and submissions and just take a day or two off, and pamper urself. It'll reduce the stress, and help u score better too!

Not being good in clg doesn't make them love u any less. They love u for you, not ur scores. Always remember that. Don't make ur confidence depend on ur academic prowess. I do that too, and it's a really bad attribute. Because one day ur feeling on top of the world, and the minute u start doing bad in class, ur confidence dips rlly low. Don't do that.

Know ur worth. U r an amazing human being, and ur scores aren't the ones making you so awesome. It's your qualities, personality, strengths and weaknesses that make u who u are, and u are beautiful and freaking awesome n ily very much♡

Also, if ur close with them, try telling them about ur insecurities. Try explaining to them that u r trying hard, nd that u fear them thinking less of u. You'd be surprised by how quick they will be to dismiss that. Because they love u, n they love u unconditionally.

#this was long af #sorry if i bored u #but thats how i feel #ur awesome #n ily #we all ly #and ur parents and close ones love u #shadyteacup #motivation #idk what else to tag #but i want this to reach everyone going through this

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Tell the World

Pairing: Raleigh Carrera x Cadence Dorian (Platinum)

Prompt: Image

for: @choicesseptemberchallenge20 • Day 25

Note: Hello! This is my first time joining a fic fest and my first time writing, too. It's not the best but I hope you'll enjoy it. Thank you!

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Cadence wakes up as the rays of sun hit her eyes. She stirs and tightens her arms around the waist of the man beside him, unwilling to move and get the day started. It hasn't even been 24 hours since the last time she went on stage and she feels so tired. She groans as her phone buzzed once again making the latter chuckle from behind her and stroke her hair.

"Babe, you have to wake up. Your phone has been going off since earlier." Raleigh pats her back lightly as he inched himself away from her only to put a kiss on her forehead and on the tip of his nose. Cadence waits for his lips to land on hers yet she didn't feel it. So he opened her eyes and pouts only to see her boyfriend grining down at her. "Thought it's gonna wake you up and it did. Good morning, hermosa. Let's move now, shall we?" He says finally reaching to let their lips meet.

Cadence groans and hides her head on his neck once again.

"Can't we stay for another hour?" She protested and let herself nuzzle the latter's neck. Raleigh just stays still as she does, holding her tighter.

"You know just how much I'd love that but I bet Fiona would disagree." Just then, her phone buzzed once again. Fiona's caller ID appearing on her screen. Raleigh takes it and answers the call.

"Hey, Fiona." He answers brightly. His husky voice long gone. Cadence chuckles as Raleigh continues bickering with her publicist on the phone.

It was after a few minutes when Raleigh sets the phone down on the night stand that he rolls them over, he ends up hovering on top of her.

"My manager talked with Fiona and it's bad news." Raleigh smirks as he lowers himself to trace kisses on Cadence's neck. She giggles at the sudden contact, lulling her head back to give his boyfriend more access.

"How bad?" Cadence asked him as he goes to kiss her on the lips once again.

"Let's just say, a pap saw me walking into your house last night." Cadence hums and pushed him to sit. She moves to straddle him.

"That's not so bad." Cadence says unfazed, trailing Raleigh's neck and chest with her fingers as she follows them with little kisses. The man held her on the waist pulling her impossibly close.

"Except they saw me carrying a box of condoms." Just like a lightning, Cadence's expression changed as she moved away from Raleigh's body.

"They did what?!" She asked, obivously surprised. Well who wouldn't be? The press will eat this issue. Especially when both of them are coming out with an album next month. Especially when they allegedly broke up three weeks ago.

"They saw me walking into your house with a box of condoms in hand." Raleigh chuckles and pulls her back to him. He leans his forehead against hers and smiles. "It isn't that bad, babe."

"Raleigh, we broke up three weeks ago." Cadence says emphasizing the word broke up as if it'll knock some sense into him.

"That's what they know." Raleigh shrugs, Cadence hits his shoulder lightly and stands up. Grabbing clean towels and heading into the shower. "Oh in the shower? Again?"

"You're not joining me for shower today, Mr.Carrera!" Cadence says out loud just as he was about to enter. He laughs and moves away going back to bed as he waits for her to finish.

This will be a long day.

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They arrived at Overknight early since they did not make any stops today, Cadence did not even speak to him during the whole ride. She just leaned on his shoulders and not say anything. Not that Raleigh would wish for anything else though. Holding Cadence in his arms is more than enough, but surely, being able to tell the world that she is a big part of his life rather than a phase would be great. They walked into the studio hand in hand. Cadence stayed quiet despite Raleigh's efforts to open up a conversation one after another. They sat side by side into a couch in front of Fiona and Raleigh's publicist, Edward.

"I said that you two should be careful." It was the first thing they heard from the two. Cadence's heart beats fast on her chest. Unable to make herself feel at ease because of the possible scenarios this event might lead up to.

She doesn't get nervous often, but then this might affect both of their careers, and she wouldn't like it if this will harm Raleigh's career in any way. She looks down as the publicists talks about the issue, thinking of ways to avoid further controversies.

"If we're talking about publicity then this issue is definitely doing great in terms of exposure. America loved their relationship, don't you think?" Edward scrolls through twitter showing that the netizens mostly had positivie reactions regarding this.

Some even thinks it's funny how their relationship is an open secret the company is trying to hide. Cadence plays with her hands, still unable of what to make of it. Suddenly, Raleigh's hand covered hers and gives it a little squeeze. When she looks at him, she saw Raleigh grinning at her. So she smiles, too.

They continued discussing with their publicists unable to come up with a definite solution, but with the current position of the issue, it seems like there's no way that it'll worsen. After an hour, Fiona decided that it was enough talk for a day.

"I can see that the issue has no significant effect on your standings. I'll leave it up to you both."

Just like that they were dismissed. They said their goodbyes and head home right after.

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Contrary to what Raleigh had initially thought, today went by fast. They dozed off to sleep right after they reached home and they played a couple of movies during the afternoon, making out a few times in between. Yet, they still haven't decided on what they should do next.

It was night and Cadence is almost done cooking for dinner. Raleigh, on the other hand, is on the kitchen bar stool when he decided to bring the topic up.

"I want to go public." He says randomly as he takes in the sight of his girlfriend moving across the kitchen. Looking a lot more beautiful wearing her messy bun and without make ups on.

This is the kind of sight he would kill to see everyday. The kind of moment he would like to boast around the world. He's the lucky man who gets to eat Cadence Dorian's cooking every day, what's there not to be smug about? He chuckles when he realized Cadence still hasn't moved since he says it. He stands up and goes behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning down on her shoulder.

"I want to tell the world that we own each other, Cadence." He says, placing a soft kiss on her exposed shoulder. Cadence turns the stove off as she looks over her shoulder to reach his lips for a kiss.

"What if some of your fans become mad again?" She says, now leaning her head into Raleigh's chest.

"They're not fans if they act like that. Besides, I don't intend on having fans forever. On the other hand..." he trails off and perched a kiss on top of her head. "... I plan to stick with you from now on."

Cadence chuckles at this, turning around and dragging Raleigh back into the living room where she pushed her boyfriend into the couch and she sits on his lap. Raleigh's arms are wrapped into her in seconds.

"Is this real? Raleigh Carrera being cheesy? Sounds like headlines to me." She teased as she loops her arms around Raleigh's neck.

"Make it a headline then, I don't care." He says nuzzling her neck. "If that's how you want to go public then so be it. Good way, too, since they'll realize I probably plan on marrying you."

"And do you?"

"Of course, hermosa." He chuckles placing yet another kiss on her neck. Cadence giggles and hugs him tighter.

"I love you."

"I love you more, Cadence."

"You go and tell the world how crazy you are for me then."

Raleigh placed one more kiss before the latter stood up and heads back into the kitchen. He follows after a few seconds hastily snapping and image of his girlfriend. Then he opens twitter and types, attaching the picture he just took, clicking on the tweet button once he's done.

He chuckles as their friends replied one by one. The people went crazy, as their names enter the worldwide trends in just a few minutes. Cadence confusedly looked at him as she unlocks her phone only to see his tweet.

"God, why is my boyfriend like this?" She frowns and placed their food in front of Raleigh who is still busy scrolling through the tweets. Cadence sits beside him and sends a tweet.

"What's this? You actually don't mean..." Raleigh trails off and shakes his head, moving closer to Cadence. "Nah, you won't break up with me." He says sneaking his arms around her waist immediately.

"Oh, who told you?" Cadence raises her eyebrows, bringing her tweet to life as he teased his boyfriend. Yet, Raleigh didn't budge. He still wears his confident smirk, inching himself closer to her. He leans his head on Cadence.

"You did."

They both laughed as they started eating. Finally relieved that they wouldn't be sneaking out for a date tomorrow, or the next few days, or ever. They happily ate dinner. Glad that they can finally date freely now.

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EXTRA:

#choices platinum #raleigh carrera #raleigh x mc #raleighxmc #choices #choices stories you play #raleigh carrera x mc #choices september challenge #cadence dorian

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. LXXIX

It was a love story from the very beginning.

All For You (Part II)

(12x09)

Hello everyone! I'm here again with another meta from this series.

This time I'm gonna talk about episode 9 from season 12 "First Blood".

The episode is a picture of Cas' fears and insecurities. We have a face to face with his depression. But also is a prelude to his dead.

I failed

When you rewatch the episode knowing Cas is going to die and go to the Empty, what officer Camp says to Dean in the maximum security jail takes another relevance, and we can spot s huge foreshadow of what the Empty will mean to Castiel.

CAMP: See, when I leave, that door closes, and it stays closed, and you stay in the dark. Now, maybe that doesn’t sound so bad. But after a month? A year? You spend enough time staring at these walls, just you and all that nothing, you’ll get so crazy to talk, to see someone real, you’ll tell me exactly what I need. You’ll tell me with a smile.

Taking the symbolism in all these words, is quite a forced meditation. You and the nothing. An introspection, the loneliness, this will be Cas in the Empty. Cas will face himself, by himself I mean his fears, his insecurities, his depression. That's why the Empty will take his own form. And that way the Empty will be helping Cas to face his own darkness. Camp is using the nothing, and darkness as a weapon to break man and make them talk, but the Empty will use it to break Castiel and put him back to sleep, with a huge difference, it won't brake Cas but will make him stronger.

We will have a first dialogue between Cas and Mary, in which Mary will make Cas responsible for loosing his sons. But Castiel will replied pointing at Mary's responsibility too, and the woman will end up saying, they're both guilty.

MARY: You left them.

CASTIEL: No, I… Dean told me to go. The woman--

MARY: The one you lost?

CASTIEL: I didn’t. I… I thought that she--

MARY: Stop making excuses.

Mary is that voice of guilty in Castiel's head, making him suffer and being more depressed. Like someone inside of him telling him all the things he did wrong, another foreshadow of the Empty facing him in the darkness.

MARY: Why… if they needed help, why didn’t they call me?

CASTIEL: You were out.

MARY: [sighs] How did we let this happen, Castiel?

Mary takes the responsibility too here. She recognizes her own mistakes too. Because is not just Cas'fault.

Another picture of Castiel's depression is how deep he felt he couldn't solve a case, and how coming back from the Empty will give him more strenghts and more confidence in himself to solve cases by himself.

But in the meantime, we have another sad picture of his depression...

CASTIEL: I saw it on the news and I thought, that’s the sort of thing Sam and Dean would investigate. They would roll into town, save the day, kill the monsters. But with them gone… I tried to work the case. I tried. But… I don’t know what I did wrong. I… I asked questions, but maybe they were the wrong people, or the wrong questions, and I just-- I never found it. Never found the monster. Never even got close. And three more women died before I left town. Before I ran away.

He's calling himself here a coward, by using the words 'running away', and he names his failures, pointing at how important are Dean and Sam to the world. Words he will repeat at the end of this episode after killing Billie.

MARY: So we go back. You and me.

CASTIEL: No, no. I'd only get in your way.

And now Castiel is calling himself useless.

From Longing in the dark to cosmic consequences

The scene with Dean in the jail that cuts to Cas sitting in the bunker, in the middle of the darkness, is a prelude too at what Cas in the Empty and Dean longing for him in real life will be, but in reverse. The longing.

Gif credit @blueredeye2

When Dean and Sam die and then resurrect, and then Dean calls Castiel. They pictured a phone ringing alone in the bunker. A failed first attempt, but then, Castiel picks up. This could be a foreshadow of how Dean will pray to Chuck and Cas to get him back, but it won't work at first... Helped with the lovers longing and some magic from a nephilim, it will work the second attempt.

The first person Dean calls after be or from the jail is CASTIEL, NOT MARY, BUT CASTIEL. This is very relevant because it's showing us that evidently, Dean was longing strongly for his angel.

And Cas not being able to find Dean and Sam shows us that my theory about how his grace lowers when he's depressed. There's an important connection between Castiel's feelings with his powers.

Now, let's check that phone call...

DEAN: Cas.

CASTIEL: Dean?

DEAN: Hey, buddy. Long time.

This denotes Dean missed him.

CASTIEL: What… What happened? Wh-- where are you?

DEAN: You wouldn’t believe me, and I have no clue. Uh…

Dean is hiding their deal with Billie, Sam didn't expect he would do that to Cas...

SAM: You didn’t tell him?

DEAN: No.

Dean only said they're running out of time. To make Cas to hurry.

The world needs you.

I laughed so hard because when those agents talked with Dean by phone, this line appeared...

DEAN: Well, what we have here is a failure to communicate.

Okay, foreshadow of Destiel misscomunication of the whole season 13/14 and 15! We should know it! 🤣

But also, notice how Dean is avoiding to talk with Sam about the deal, about who will go with Billie, of course because we know who will offer himself willingly to die for everyone: Dean.

So, to Dean, there's nothing to talk about.

Let's talk about the reunion. The reactions (oh yes, we are gonna talk about reactions a lot here) when Cas found them, Dean is like in awe to see him, and the one hugging him first is Sam. A beautiful hug and a beautiful scene. Dean didn't expect Cas to be there, that's the only explanation to his reaction. Then he goes for his hug, and Castiel's face always break my heart... That angel was very sad and depressed in this season. Damn.

Gif credit @spnsmile

Now, let's talk about the car, because Dean is the first born, and sorry for the little brothers here, but first born goes in the front seat with the father/mother driving hahahahaa. And yes, I'm a first born and I know very well my rights.

But Dean is in the back seat this time... Why? Because his angel is in the back seat, you know? And he is about to die? Yes, little detail. So there's this head canon out there, where people say Dean was about to confess something or to say goodbye to his angel and even that he held his hand over there... IDK, I like these ideas but... I will just keep the one I have clues for... Because Dean confessing his love will take a lot of work. We are still waiting for it, right?

Gif set credit @haloless 👇

But, I do believe, he was trying to talk about Billie and the deal, and we failed at doing it. That's why the longing stare, and Cas puzzled face saying "What's going on?" And Dean "Damn, I couldn't use my words, again."

And then we have Billie, and Mary trying to go with her, and then Cas kills the reaper.

And cosmic consequences, and Cas speech that conquered each Winchester's heart over there, but the reactions are different, so, let's check his speech...

DEAN: Cas, what have you done?

CASTIEL: What had to be done. You know this world-- this sad, doomed little world-- it needs you. It needs every last Winchester it can get, and I will not let you die. I won’t let any of you die. And I won’t let you sacrifice yourselves. You mean too much to me. To everything. Yeah, you made a deal. You made a stupid deal, and I broke it. You’re welcome.

Gif set credit @inacatastrophicmind 👇

Okay, Cas is too cute, but faces people's, FACES, Sam and Mary are very touched. But Dean??? Damn... Dean is so, so in love. Is like if we could read his mind, yelling : "YES CAS, YOU MEAN TO MUCH FOR ME TOO, MARRY ME RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, LET'S MAKE A LITTLE NEPHILIM."

The thing is, again, we have different reactions, writers are showing us the difference between ROMANTIC LOVE (Dean) and FAMILY LOVE (Sam and Mary).

To Conclude:

This episode gave is a sad picture of Castiel's sadness and depression.

The foreshadow of the Empty, and how Cas will face himself, and will come back stronger from the darkness.

It also shows us the difference between family love and romantic love, and one interesting hint about what Destiel misscomunication will be.

Hope you liked this one, see you in the next meta!

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If you want to read the previous metas From this season, here you have the links:

Vol. LXXV, LXXVI, LXXVII and LXXVIII.

Buenos Aires, September 15th 2020 5:38 AM

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@the960writers "here's something to ramble: what's the worst writing advice you see handed out all the time"

Well my first thought is that whole "said is dead" thing because like...as an editor and beta. Said is a word that is mostly invisible so long as the sentences and dialogue tags are changed somewhat. Asked and replied are too to an extent.

Anything else...authors, especially new ones who listen to that "said is dead" advice and look at the alternatives. They fall into two catergories

1) they have a favorite word that they use all the time and it just replaces the word said. This becomes very very obvious and a fourth of the way through the story I will be jarred out of the flow by the new replacement word.

I don't have hard numbers on when a specific dialogue tag becomes jarring to read because it's just everywhere but if it's in there more times than there are chapters, it's gonna stick out.

2) They do the whole thesaurus thing where dialogue tags use everything under the sun, leaving out said or asked or replied.

Having every bit of dialogue be punctuated with a dynamic word makes the whole thing feel very over dramatic (and not in the good ham it up way).

Basically: if said is dead it's because you murdered it with your replacements and did a very poor job of hiding the body.

The other thing I notice is that writeblr here seems super duper focused on writing with the goal of publishing which like yeah I get it, you put a bunch of work into a thing and want to share it with people and publishing is a good way to do that plus hey there's money... but also like... some people have no intention of publishing.

Maybe they don't want to go through the long process of publishing.

Maybe they don't feel confident enough.

Maybe they're just starting out and honestly their project's not that great and would require the us' military budget to overhaul and fix up. Which is ok. You gotta start somewhere. You gotta learn how to write and learning takes time and practice.

That 230k story of characters studies of finding the balance of show vs tell and learning how to form a plot are key to getting to the streamlined 90k novel with character arcs and symbolism and narrative themes and just slightly lavender descriptions, but maybe the effort required to turn your learning prices into masterpieces isn't where your time is best served.

Or maybe it's a personal project that the person doesn't want to share

Or maybe the person just wants to write whatever the duck they want for fun and not worry about having it be publishing quality.

There are so many reasons that publishing might not be someone's goal with their writing and the focus on publishing just seems like it's kind of forgetting that not everyone is at a point where they can or want to be published. That sometimes writing needs to just exist without that looming shadow of "this has to be good enough for publishing" hanging over it.

#writing #my writing advice #writing advice

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I read your scenario about TFP Knockout, Smokescreen, & Optimus Prime realizing their feelings for potential human s/o. If it's ok with you, would you mind a continuation? If not, said human crush likes them back but never confessed before so they try to figure how to confess properly. The mechs accidentally heard them say to themselves " I'll just say I love you romantically, (said mech name)!". They're confident until they realizes the mechs were behind them. The mechs' reaction to this?

I’m going to post thesein different replies so be on the lookout for the other two. Optimus goes firstbecause we all love our boss bot. I’m putting a spin on this one because I can’tsee the reader being caught like that. Not in front of OP at least. Here’s thefirst part of the story so you can refresh your minds. And because it is 3amand I want to get this out there, it’s a cliffhanger. Sorry not sorry ;)

TFP Optimus

You met team prime after you noticed Raf, one of your smarteststudents was missing more and more class. You had followed him out to the curbone day after school where he waited for his ride to pick him up. You tried tomake conversation but he was becoming more and more nervous as time ticked by.The real reason you were out here was because you were hoping to snag a momentto talk to his mother or father about his increasing absences. When a yellowCamaro pulled up with tinted windows and no driver you weren’t letting Raf getin concern for his safety. Long story short Raf and “Bumblebee” managed to getyou into the car and soon conned you into being an after school teacher for himand two other students. Base life was easy enough, the bots came and went onmissions and you got along well with Ratchet and the Autobot leader Optimus.You pretty much became “Den Mother y/n”. You would make snacks and meals forthe kids and pick up anything that could possibly help the bots. You did mostof this without being asked and not expecting any thanks. But of course as youwent about your business someone was watching you from afar.

After a long Saturday sessionof tutoring the kids he decided that would be a good time to approach you. Thekids had already taken their snacks and moved on to play their video games outof ear shot. You were leaned back in a chair both arms over your face in anuncomfortable position. When he called out to you you startled awake.Apologizing, he asked if you were ready to return home for the day. He watchedas you looked back at the kids, frowned and then said you were ready to go.When you started making your way to Bumblebee, he stopped you and told you he wouldbe driving you home today. Your face morphed into one of concern as hetransformed and popped open his passenger door. As you both barreled throughthe desert he began to express his gratitude for what you had been doing forthe kids and his team. When you finished he noticed your face had grown into asmile that stopped his spark for a second. You told him not to worry about itand that you didn’t mind doing the small things. They know he works hard andthat he shouldn’t have to worry about everything. As he pulled up to your homeyou didn’t reach for the door and he didn’t move to open it. You awkwardlymentioned how nice it was outside and he took the hint. He started up hisengine and was on the move again. With no destination in mind he moved alongthe outskirts of the town. He would keep his new feelings to himself. Hewouldn’t risk this new budding relationship.

Continued…

Months have gone by since you began your after school tutorsessions with the kids. So many months in fact that now it’s the last daybefore school is out and summer begins. You’re sitting at your desk now supposedlybeing on the lookout for anyone who may be cheating on their final exams. You can’thelp but zone out as the silence in the room gives you time to think. The otherteachers had been gushing in the faculty room about their vacationsout of this hell hole, too far away paradises with less desert. As they hadprattled on the gnawing feeling of anxiety settled into the pit of your stomachagain. With summer starting the kids wouldn’t be needing a tutor anymore, or atleast till the school year started up again. So when Kathy, a fellow teacherasked what your plans were for vacation you came up with the lame excuse of visitingyour parent’s home in “___”. The loud ringing of the last bell cut off yourthoughts as students lined up to hand in their exams. One by one the studentshanded off their papers to you at the door until none were left and you were surroundedby the droning noise of kids out in the hall. Truth be told you were waiting for someone, anyone among “Team Prime”, to ask youabout your summer plans. Fishing to drop the sad bomb of “nothing” with a nonchalantair about yourself. Pitiful. You thought to yourself as you shuffled the papersand let out an exasperated sigh as you flopped into your chair. If you werebeing really honest with yourself, you were more miffed that Optimus hadn’t askedwhat your plans were. Though as soon as the thought entered your head youquickly pushed it out. Optimus had more important things to worry about then your sadexcuse for a summer. Like a civil war.

You and he had become closer over the past months. Ever sincehe took it upon himself to drive you home that one day it had become a happy ritualafter almost every tutoring lesson. But of course that had come after theattempts to stay at the base longer after the lessons ended. In the beginning youtwo would only discuss in a casual manner. How the kids were doing in school,how the war effort was progressing, theweather. Though as time moved on so did both of you, and the effects of thebattles Optimus fought began to show more than ever. Throwing caution to thewind you had asked him how he was feeling, as himself and not as the leader of the Autobots. He had stared at youfor a long time after you asked that. Probably weighing if it was even worth tellingyou at all, but in the end he did. So much pain and grief was unloaded thenthat your head had trouble wrapping around just how he or any being could keepthis to themselves. When he finished he had apologized, an annoying trait youhad come to realize was a habit of his. You waved him off saying it was fineand that if he ever needed to talk, you would be there for him. He had agreed tothose terms only if you would speak to him in the same manner. You knew there wasn’tmuch you could do in a sense of actually “helping” Optimus defeat the Decepticons,but if you could help him stand a little straighter, so the weight of the worldwasn’t crushing him, you’d do it in a heartbeat. You’d also found out in thisshort amount of time that Optimus had a somewhat dorkish sense of charm to him.In the rare occasion that he did make a joke you always laughed, and thatseemed to make his optics brighten slightly. Speaking of his optics, you letout a shuddering breath. He always seemed to be watching you. Just blatant staring or side eyeing you. You weren’tsure why, but you could never turn to meet his stare because you were afraidwhat he might see. You had contemplated trying to amp up the flirtatiousbehavior between you to, but chickened out at the last minute when the opportunitywould arise. A thought came to you just then. A bold thought. To just tell him how you felt. What did you have tolose? You and the kids had planned a small end of the year party tonight at thebase, you could tell him then. And if you made a fool of yourself, you couldjust hide away for the rest of the summer.

“Perfect” You said aloud as you placed the exams into yourbag. Now just to figure out how you were going to do this.

“Hey Optimus, I’d like to get to know you better” No.

“Hey BossBot! You and I should spend some more time alone moreoften” Definitely Not.

“Optimus, I like you more than just a friend”

“Who do you like more than just a friend?!” came thetelltale shout of Miko in the doorway giving you a minor heart attack in theprocess.

“What?” You gasped with your hand to your chest in startledpanic.

“You were talking about how you like someone more than afriend!” she exclaimed slamming her hands on the desk. “You gotta tell me Ms/Mr.(Y/N)! I can keep a secret!” she grinned over at you. And as much as you lovedMiko, you knew that was horse shit. Composingyourself you raised up out of your seat grabbing your bag.

“I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about Miko. You musthave misheard me.” You clipped in your “teachers” voice. Which only made Mikosquint her eyes and pout.

“Whatever” She threw her hand out as if brushing it away. “Justhurry up! Bulkhead is picking us up today, we’re gonna listen to all of my favorite songs!” she saidgrinning wickedly.

All you could do was cringe at the thought of the hour long journeyahead of you as you shut off the light and closed the door behind the both ofyou.

A dual ache had settled in your head as the night droned on.The drive had been more than excruciating. Between the loud music and the constantbickering between Miko and Jack, the whole ride had been painful. Now you satwith your head hanging and arms dangling over the railing of the upper level.The loud metal music still blaring in a far corner of the room was not helpingeither. The night had not been going as you planned.

“Are you alright (Y/N)?” The rumbling baritone voice thatalways seemed to shake you to its core asked. You gripped the railing andwhipped your head up so quick you thought you may have given yourself whiplash.

“Optimus!” you exclaimed face turning red at earlierthoughts. “No! I’m fine really, ride here was just a little more unhinged themI’m use to” you said smiling up at him.

He gave a rumbled “mmm” of his acknowledgment, followed bysilence and that unnerving stare. Then continued on with “Now that the children’seducation is finished for the year, I would assume your lessons are no longerneeded”.

Ouch, you thought and it must have registered on your facebecause Optimus was now backpedaling on his words. Hard.

“I meant no offense” He hurried on, “I only meant that youwill now have more free time to endeavor in your hobbies”.

Double Ouch. If it didn’t feel like you were being kickedout before, it did now. And now the pieces of your haphazard plan werecrumbling before you. The internal battle you were having on whether or not totrudge on or bail out were flipping back and forth in your mind. And the blueglow of his optics boring into you were not helping.

“(Y/N)” He said letting out a long vent. Just the way he said your name made the decision.

Fuck it. You saidto yourself and stared into his eyes straight on.

“Optimus, I think we-“ and was abruptly cut off by Mikosscreech of lyrics.

“SCHOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER” She sang and threw, what had to be,every piece of homework and schoolwork she had in yours and Optimus direction.

Asit rained down over you and over the balcony you let out a long sigh and closedyour eyes trying to rein in your frustration. In the distance you could hear the raspy yellfrom Ratchet about the mess and Miko’s gleeful laughter. It was then youdecided that this was fates way of saying this was a horrible idea.

“What was that (Y/N)? Optimus had broken eye contact toobserve all the papers flying with a straight face.

“I think I should go home” You muttered placing a hand overyour face and moving to grab your jacket. You could hear his foot fallsfollowing you as you went.

“Then I will take-“But you cut him off with a wave of yourhand as you shrugged on the jacket.

“It’s alright” you breathed as you placed your bag on yourshoulder. “I’ll ask Ratchet. God knows he needs to get out of here before heblows a fuse” you said laughing a hollow chuckle as you made your way down theladder, and with one last look you met Optimus’s optics

“See you around Optimus” you smiled a smile that you knew didn’treach your eyes. And with those last words you turned on your heal and walked briskly in the direction of Ratchet. All while those blue optics seared into yourback.

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