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zoeykallus · 1 year ago

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Helloo

I hope you are doing well and life has been better to you. Anyway, thanks for your work! My day gets better every time I see that you have posted something. 🫶🏼

(And ignore the fail of a message i sent you accidentally before. It‘s way too early and my phone fell out of my hands and it sent in too soon 😂)

I liked the Hc with the submissive kink where the reader wants to be dominated. I was wondering if you could do the same thing again for the regs?

My next question would be how the bad batch reacts if the reader wants them to leave their armor on during the act or if they find out the reader has an armor kink

You are of course free to decide whether you make both, only one or neither of the two requests.🤭

Aloha my dear!

No of course it hasn't on, the contrary, but I'm going on, out of spite 🤨

Don't worry about the other message, stuff like that happens to me on a regular basis 😂

I'd start with the reg request and would do the second one as well. Would you mind sending me the armor request separately? This way it won't slip through the cracks. I've been hit with new shifts for the next three weeks that make my head spin in a bad way. I'm not the type of person that works well getting up at 2am because work starts at 3am. 😅😭 Thing is, I won't lose this out if site when it's in my asks, knowing me, these next weeks will trow me out of my game, in a way it already has.

Enough whining, let's do this!

I didn't know which ones you wanted, so I picked some regs that instantly popped up in my head. I hope that's okay.

Howzer/Rex/Fives/Gregor/Cody/Kix/Wolffe/Hardcase x Fem!Reader HCs - The Submissive Kink (2)

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Partly Sexual Content/Mentioning Of Sexual Content/Submissive Kink/18+

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You reveal to your beloved clone that you would like to be dominated by him. Here is his reaction…

AC: This is how I see these men, sorry, not sorry. 😋

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

Howzer

It's not immediately clear to him what you're talking about. Howzer is a gentle, loving gentleman by nature, an old romantic. It takes a little moment, though not very long, for him to understand what you actually want from him.

"You want me to dominate you?"

You nod, cheeks heated, biting your lower lip.

Howzer is basically the type to grant your every wish if he can. This is no different. However, his dominance is marked by a caring tenderness. He gives you a slap on your bare ass, but caresses the spot immediately afterwards, kissing it, only to gently press his teeth into it shortly after.

He grips harder, dominant positions are also no problem, but he will never be too rough, no matter how much you ask him to, that's just not in him. Taking you from behind and pushing you into the pillows, no problem at all. The occasional slap, the one or two gentle bites, also no problem. Blindfolds and gentle bondage games are of course no problem either.

But he will never really hurt you, even if you ask for it, that is against his nature. Don't try to argue with him about it if he doesn't want to get too rough, that might actually scare the gentle Howzer away.

Rex

His right eyebrow twitches up silently, and he looks at you scrutinizing.

After a silent moment, he asks, "You want more dominance? In bed?"

Your nod makes him blink, then he smiles.

"So my beauty wants her captain in bed, not the gentle lover?"

Another nod from you, and you feel your ears getting hot and an expectant tingle spreading through your body, at his reaction.

Rex has the command tone down, easily. In a firm, deep voice, a promising rasp resonating in his tone, he orders you to undress for him and present yourself to him. He eyes you, asks you to do certain poses, to display yourself to him, while he undresses himself at the same time.

Quite a while passes without a touch, only with commands and covetous looks. But then, quite abruptly, his strong hands take hold. Rex is overpowering, but never too rough. He can grip you, and he knows exactly how.

He presses you against him, or clamps you between himself and a piece of furniture, creating an erotic illusion of helplessness. But don't worry, you are always safe with him. Let yourself fall, Rex is very good at taking the reins, in fact he has secretly had this fantasy one time or another.

Fives

He is up for any fun, including this one. From him, you can ask almost anything, as long as it is hot, and you enjoy it. Dominant poses, harder gripping, command tone, or even degrading words or actions, everything is in there.

Bondage games? No problem.

"The plush handcuffs or the real ones?" he asks.

"The real ones," you say, biting your lower lip.

He raises an eyebrow, "Oh, I see, someone needs to be punished."

Tied to the bed, or just hands behind your back, or a gag? Toys to go with it? Anything goes.

Within the bounds of consent, anything is doable. Role-playing games too, of course. Have you ever played with the imagination in your mind of being the helpless prisoner of your clone soldier Fives? Tell him about it. Though he may be surprised at first, he loves games, especially ones that are erotic.

He already has a very special interrogation in mind for you that will make your thighs quiver.

Gregor

Your sweet, giggling soldier, is anything but a killjoy. Every suggestion will be given a try. However, even if he is an excellent soldier, he is not suitable as a heavy-handed person in a relationship.

Dominating is definitely possible, but he has limits, playing with pain is taboo, he just can't bring himself to do that, that would kill the mood for him, no matter how much you might want to try that, he just can't consciously hurt you.

But don't worry, he can grab, and he's not too shy to push you into the sheets and take you properly, even if he might seem so shy in everyday life. To push his cock between your lips while he has a hand in your hair is also no problem, however, even if this makes him almost unbearably horny, he also pays very close attention that everything is fine with you.

Gentle bondage games, blindfolds and the like, are of course also no problem.

With a giggle he says, "Sweetie, today my wish is your command".

Cody

He behaves very similar to Rex. Command tone just suits him. The commands he may give you in the bedroom, however, are his favorite. Or also in the living room, or the kitchen… or the bathroom, in fact he already took you in the hallway pressed against the dresser.

He knows you like it. Right when he entered your apartment, you can see it in his face. He needs to let off steam, and you are only too happy to be the outlet. But don't worry, everything remains within the framework of mutual consent.

He pulls down your pants and panties, pushes you, not exactly gently against the dresser. One hand immediately goes between your legs and caresses your instantly moistening pussy, his teeth gently bite into your neck, while you dutifully take off his cod piece and free his cock. Shortly after, he takes you from behind, your body bent over the small dresser in the hallway.

Such scenes and others are not uncommon in your relationship, from the moment you tell him that you enjoy it.

Kix

"What?"

Kix looks at you uncomprehendingly. At first, he's a bit perplexed, doesn't really understand what you're getting at. But you finally say it a little more clearly.

"Oh, that's what you mean," he finally says, eyes wide.

After a brief pause in which he visibly thinks, he says, "Okay, sounds like fun. But are you sure?"

Your eager nod elicits a wry grin from him. Kix is very cautious at first, but also very curious. He likes to implement your suggestions with you, and soon he has ideas of his own that he contributes. Doctor/medic games are also included. For one of your role-playing games he even stole a new stretcher from the medbay on which he straps you occasionally. Of course, always after consultation with you, that goes without saying.

You both don't lack ideas, or fun. However, he has a hard time with dirty talk for a long time. The first few times he can hardly say some sentences without blushing, even though he's not usually one to mince words, somehow that's really sweet. But Kix learns, and quite quickly.

Wolffe

He looks at you and his gaze is so penetrating and yet very hard to interpret that at first you just stare back.

"You want me to dominate you in bed?"

You nod and say a little meekly, "Yes, I think I'd like that".

"Hmm," he hums and asks, "Are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?"

You blink and almost want to say no, it happens so quickly that you suddenly feel very small under Wolffe's gaze, even if he doesn't always mean to. But you nod again and say, "I think so. You love me, don't you?"

"Of course," he says almost sternly, as if he resents that you might question that.

"Then I'm sure we can find a way for both of us to enjoy it."

And you do. Wolffe is very engaging, almost overwhelming, but in a fantastic, erotic way. Very quickly he knows how to move within your boundaries, to carry you through his dominance to submissive, erotic heights that you could hardly imagine until then.

Dominant poses, bondage, degradation, erotic punishment, everything is in there. Wolffe is strong and he likes to use that. It's incredibly hot to feel that power when he pushes you into the pillows or against a piece of furniture and shoves his cock into your pussy. The hand on your neck, which never really squeezes but always rests firmly enough so that you don't forget its presence, does the rest.

Hardcase

He is a talker, he often has a big mouth, but he is actually a playful, gentle soul. To deny you a wish is not in him, he loves to make you happy, then he is happy too.

This also applies to your lovemaking. So your suggestion will meet with open ears and interest from him.

"Dominate?"

You nod.

He gives you a smug look and plays it cool.

"Sure, that's what you want?"

You know him, you know he's acting right now. But you play along.

Playing coy, biting your bottom lip, you nod again and say, "Yeah, babe."

But Hardcase isn't as cool as he acts. However, he tries very hard, yet the beginnings are bumpy, he asks you way too often if he's hurting you and keeps destroying the mood that has been created. He also doubts one or the other idea in the beginning, tying you up in a helpless position looks sexy, he admits that, yet at first he feels like he's taking advantage of you somehow.

It takes a bit of patience from you to make him understand that this is what you want. But don't worry, he'll get the hang of it and actually find it a lot of fun

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lu-lus-dicks · 8 months ago

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Hi~

I made part 2!

I never wrote sex scenes before so it's probably pretty bad but I tried my best 😅

Alastor's tentacles tear both of his captives' clothes, neither of them has time to take a breather as his tentacles grip Lucifer's head and smash his mouth (still dirty with worm mush vomit) on Vox's dick.

The radio demon approaches the tvhead and uses a needle, given to him by a wild Nifty that jumped out of his trashcan, to make a hole in both of his nipples.

The tv lets out a static-y scream and tries to wriggle away as he put one worm in both of the newformed wounds.

Lucifer seems to not have received the memo so Alastor uses his tentacles to force his mouth open and shoves Vox's dick in it.

They wriggle, moan and keep a steady pace unsure if they're in pain, turned on or grossed out.

One of the tentacles chokes his majesty, forcing him to suck Vox harder to try and gasp for air feeling all the battery acid taste of his precum.

Suddenly the tentacles separates them and pull them up in a standing position, squishing their parts against each other's.

Out of the shadows Alastor pulls out a jar, like the ones where his grandma used to put jam, and it's so filled with worms that they barely have any space to wriggle.

He opens the lid and one of his tentacles shoves it on both of his captives' dicks, like a living and slimy fleshlight.

It brings it up and down in a faster and faster pace overstimulating the hell out of them.

"I-I...I'm cloOse!" says Vox gasping for air and bucking his hips against the King's.

"Ah ah ah, not so fast" says the radio demon removing the jar.

"You asked to be filled with more worms afterall, didn't you?" he says grinning maniacally.

"Y-yes?"

"Good boy"

Vox hasn't finished elaborating what his archenemy just said as he feels an awful pain in his lower regions and starts screaming.

He looks down and sees with horror two tendrils keeping his cockhole open as another one pushes a worm inside of it.

The Tv head is overstimulated and he doesn't even know in which way.

Once the worm's completely in, wriggling its way further inside, the tentacles bring back the jar where it was and pumps it faster and faster.

At some point Lucifer deems the pace not quick enough so he takes the matter in his own hands, literally, and pushes Vox on Alastor's chair while pumping the jar at a quicker pace.

They're arching their backs, biting each other to the bone and grinding faster and faster trying to reach satisfaction.

Vox's the first to reach it as he lets out a long and loud autotuned moan that could rilval Angeldust.

The King screams in pain as Vox's cum is literal sparks of electricity, it's as strong as a taser and yet this gives Lucifer the best orgasm of his life.

The both of them pass out.

They wake up hearing their own voices screaming and moaning.

Nifty's sitting on the ground, phone in hand watching again and again their sextape.

"Delete that! Delete that immediately!"

"Hell no, this will bring me the Diamond Play Button!"

"IT'S ON YOUTUBE?????"

"Yeah, and it already has thousands of views!"

"YOU LITTL-"

"Where's Alastor?"

"Oh, he went to take over Voxtec over an hour ago"

"HE WHAT????"

Vox pushes the King off of him and tries to sprint towards the door, he fails miserably and tumbles down the stairs

Btw, I made a sideblog.

Nothing is posted yet but it exists.

https://www.tumblr.com/notsafe4worms?source=share

Again, tagging the hoes @nunalastor

Secondly, followed. Notsafe4worms is so fuckin funny

I just woke up by the way. This is a treat to read. I love your twisted little mind <3 hot af, will reread this multiple times.

Also, you used vox cums in autotune and I am going to fucking orgasm on the spot rn. I love when people make shit for me like that

#lulu is feral #lulu asks #wormgate #nunalastor my beloved #I am not sorry #lulu

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tinkabelle24 · 8 months ago

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To Build a Home

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back (PART 1)

A/N: This chapter references Dirty Little Secret - my Leo-centred, IT-themed side story. You don't have to read that story to understand this chapter, but it provides a smidge more context. 😊

TW! Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence.

Masterlist / Chapter 21

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(9 months later...)

"Alright, Blue Guy... any last words, before I stick ye with this stick?"

Leo lowered his training katana, sending the brunette, dramatically flourishing her Bō in his direction, a deadpanned look.

If she suddenly yelled "squirrel!", he wouldn't bat an eye.

"Are you done-"

"I'd just get on with it," Raph - standing offside, snout buried in his shell-cell - muttered distractedly. He's been on that thing all morning. "She's in a mood."

Leo couldn't have rolled his eyes any harder. No, really??

In anticipation of something, he found, was when these 'episodes' (for lack of a better term) typically sprung up. Despite often delaying certain processes (training, for instance), her endearing quips and impersonations made it impossible to stay mad.

"You'll be there all day, otherwise, tryna reason with her-"

"YAWN-"

"Hey!" Momentarily lowering his phone, Raph jabbed a thick, calloused finger at Val; a vain attempt at asserting a sliver of authority over his amused girlfriend. "You co-operate, or we aren't goin' anywhere this weekend."

The brunette playfully narrowed her eyes at him. "You wouldn't-"

"I would - behave."

The woman abruptly yelped, instinctively parrying Leo's downward swing, mere inches from her face.

She snickered. "Behive-"

That's it.

Finally snapping her head from the offending weapon, to gawk his way, the leader levelled her with a self-satisfied smirk.

"Now that I have your attention..."

She only managed half a scoff before he lunged again, attacking strongly and swiftly, without pause.

He refused to go easy on her; he had more faith in her skills than that.

He also (super-duper low-key) enjoyed watching the sore loser pout when he inevitably knocked her on her ass, then proceed challenging him, again and again, until pity finally won out, and he'd let her win.

Bzz, bzzz!

Feeling the familiar vibration against his palm, Raph's gaze promptly shifted from the sparring pair, back to his mobile screen.

[Everything organised? 😁]

Mol had finally replied to his text.

He couldn't blame her for her tardiness; it was sparrow fart, after all.

[Yh. Case and April are sweeping the joint this morning. All that's left is to wait for Val to knock off work. U still good with Maggie?]

[Yep! 2 scoops per feed. That right?]

[U got it 👍 Don't forget the plants!]

[Never 😅 Nervous?]

Raph's responding chuckle was squashed by the ever-growing lump in his oesophagus.

Nervous: understatement of the fuckin' century...

[Trying not to think about it too much 😅 Thx so much for the help]

[Welcome! She's gonna love it, promise!]

[Hope so]

[Go get her tiger 😉]

After a brief struggle, Leo finally had Val where he wanted: trapped between his 'sword' and the mat's edge. One step backward and she'd forfeit.

For several intense moments, they held their position; limbs straining against the combined pressure as they stared each other down.

Even through her sweat, the tantalising scent of coconut, pear and bergamot on her skin engulfed his senses...

Suddenly, his eyes were on her lips; drinking in every curve, every divot. They ushered his thoughts to the night he swore he'd tasted them and, oh, so much more...

But, like everything else he swore he'd heard, seen, or felt that night, it was, unfortunately, all in my... my...

Several peculiarly coloured spots drew Leo's attention to his lower periphery; specifically, Val's now bare shoulder. Her oversized Guns N Roses shirt had shifted in the struggle, revealing half a dozen old and new-looking bites and bruises, marring her porcelain skin...

Val felt Leo's strength unexpectedly falter as his face and shoulders slacked. Her body reacted before her mind could register the marked emotional shift, thrusting her Bō down his blade, breaking his stance.

She struck the length of her weapon against his plastron as he staggered forward, effortlessly spinning it over his head then striking again, along his popliteal fossa; forcing him to his knees - outside the mat.

Raph's mouth fell open.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed, promptly wedging the phone under his arm to deliver a series of giddied claps, hoots and whistles. "That's my girl!"

Leo, finally snapping out of his stupor, uttered a soft chuckle; shaking his head as he swivelled on his kneepads, addressing the still stunned Val.

Clearly, she hadn't anticipated pulling that off - neither did he.

He wasn't sure whether to feel proud for her finally getting one over him, or embarrassed, for foolishly opening himself up to distraction...

"Well done..." he praised breathlessly, politely refusing the brunette's hand as he hauled himself to his feet.

His gaze found the bruises again, and a fire promptly erupted in his chest; the same sensation he experienced the first time she'd unintentionally revealed them, months ago.

Prior to said moment, he'd long resigned himself to loving her from afar; trusting that his brother - who'd given him no reason to feel otherwise, where Val was concerned - would treat her like the queen he knew she was.

Despite Donnie's assurances that this behaviour was 'normal' (expected, even, given their biology), and Val's insistence that she was fine; no matter how hard he tried, that retched voice in his head, screaming: "Something's not right!", simply could not be told.

Finally realising what he was staring at, Val immediately readjusted her shirt and averted her gaze; cheeks flushing brilliantly.

Leo cocked his head, levelling her a questioning look. She sent him a reassuring one back; then a piqued one, when the leader's eyes abruptly flickered her boyfriend's way.

Raph, who'd been (very audibly) revelling in his oh-so-perfect brother's unceremonious defeat, fell silent upon catching the disdain he slung; and the incredulous look his girlfriend shot the blue-banded terrapin, in response.

Here we go, a-fuckin'-gain...

"Can I leave now?" Val enquired curtly, struggling to keep the scowl from her face. She couldn't believe the bullshit Leo was still insinuating, despite everything...

The smartest thing would've been to talk it out; really talk it out, there and then, like well-adjusted adults... But no.

Val wasn't about that right now. "I've gotta shower, still."

Outnumbered, and convinced she wouldn't tell him squat anyway, with her boyfriend hanging around, Leo begrudgingly relented; white knuckling the hilt of his sword as he stiffly and silently bowed to her.

The brunette responded in kind, before swiftly turning on her sneakered heel; practically tossing the practice weapon onto its designated display table, en route to an incensed-looking Raph.

If looks could kill...

Leo's stomach dropped when Val unexpectedly raised a hand to his brother's plastron; suggestively gliding her fingers over his uppermost plates, then his shoulder, as she passed.

A sneer pulled at the red-banded terrapin's lips as he slowly pried away his gaze, finally following the woman out of the Dojo.

He was about to add more marks to her collection, and Leo fucking resented it.

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"Donnie, help-a-meee!"

"My apologies, Chief. One moment..." Donnie nudged the microphone from his lips as he looked up from his notes atop the table, levelling his youngest brother - pointing to his game's pause screen, like a lost child - an austere look. "What is it?" He sighed.

"How do you kill the fff-"

The purple-banded terrapin grimaced, smothering the microphone in anticipation of an f-bomb.

"-stupid Plague Maiden?!"

He snorted, glimpsing the spectre in question's vivid green silhouette, looming over Mikey's character, behind the menu. "Have you been using Yrden?"

Mikey blinked. "Have I been using what??"

"That's a no, then." Donnie rolled his eyes. Amateur.

"Oh! You mean the purple thing - this thing?"

"Yes, that 'thing' - use it."

"But it's useless-!"

"Hey, you wanted my help - I helped. Now, if you'll excuse-"

The youngest brothers flinched (jolting Klunk II, Mikey's ginger kitten, out of the terrapin's lap; clawing him in the process) at the grating sound of scraping metal. Snapping toward its origin, they found Val and Raph barrelling out of the Dojo; the latter stomping ahead of the former as she slowed, gripping her head in panic.

"The fuckin' nerve-!"

"Raph, wait-!" she darted in his way, desperately pushing at his plastron in an effort to halt him.

Mikey lowered the controller, glancing over his shoulder to meet Donnie's equally concerned gaze. He subtly nodded toward the Dojo, to which his purple-banded brother shrugged helplessly, shaking his head.

They weren't blind, nor stupid. They were painfully aware of their eldest siblings' increasingly vitriolic relationship; despite their efforts at hiding it. There was only so much passive aggression one could reasonably ignore...

Turning back to the couple: Raph had finally stopped, but was still ranting at his girlfriend - context unknown. Much of the exchange was spoken too low, or too quickly, to comprehend.

Suddenly, he raised his voice. Startled, Val jerked back as he bitterly snapped: "He's tryna get in your fuckin' pants!"; rendering everyone, including himself, speechless.

After a brief yet intense silence (in which Raph lowered his gaze, with a flustered groan; clearly regretting his outburst), Val exclaimed tremulously:

"W-what...?!"

"Val, I-I..." The red-banded terrapin stammered, shaking his head fervently. Today, of all days... "I'm so sor- no!"

He snatched her arm when she attempted storming past him for the Dojo, tugging her back.

Donnie and Mikey were halfway out of their seats, by that point. Not that they believed their brother would cause Val harm, just that he was preventing her from going where she wanted.

"Raph, let me-!"

"No - not like this." As much as he'd love for her to go nuclear on Leo's meddlesome ass, he knew: she'd hate herself for it, afterward.

Leaning forward, Raph whispered something into Val's ear; motioning to their wary audience with his eyes. They watched the brunette's expression gradually soften before she finally responded, with a stiff nod.

Body visibly relaxing, Raph slid his hand down to hers; squeezing it gently, then proceeded leading her toward the bathroom.

As the couple disappeared down the hall, a dejected-looking Leo trudged out of the Dojo. The youngest brothers averted their gazes, the moment he turned their way. He scoffed at their blatantly obvious attempts to appear occupied; like they weren't judging him for the shit Raph just accused him of...

"Well, whaddaya know," Mikey mused; voice strained as he fought to keep his attention on the game in front of him. "Yrden actually does work - thanks, Don."

"Yeah, that's good, Mikey- hey, Chief. Sorry, for the interruption. Pardon? Oh, yeah, everything's fine..." Cue reproving side-glance, which Leo caught. "Yeah, we'll get onto that first thing tonight-"

Already up to here with this situation, the leader promptly shut himself back inside the Dojo, for some much needed R&R (i.e., running his Kata into the fucking ground).

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Val found Leo in the kitchen, alone, slumped against the countertop with an unopened bottle of water; staring at nothing in particular. He was in such deep thought, it took her stepping directly into his line of sight, for him to finally register her presence.

The moment those amber orbs found hers, her stomach knotted, thrusting bile into her throat. She swallowed hard, steeling herself.

No going back, now...

"H-hey," he cleared his throat gently as he straightened up, mustering a wistful smile.

Exhaling slowly and silently, through her nose, as he'd taught her, Val finally relaxed her shoulders; returning the smile. "Hey."

"You- your..." Leo tentatively gestured to her standard-issue EMT uniform. Following his gaze, the brunette abruptly realised: despite working this job nearly two months, this was the first time he'd seen her like this.

She and Raph rarely sleep overnight at the Lair nowadays; something about not wanting to disturb the family with their 'nightly routine'...

"Oh, yeah," Val awkwardly gripped her utility belt; complete with keys, radio, pager, narcotics pouch, penlight, and...

"Handcuffs?" Leo quirked an inquisitive brow ridge at her.

"Yep. I can arrest you, now, heh..."

Foot, meet mouth.

A snort escaped the leader as he shook his head, licking his parched lips. He finally took a swig of his water.

"Can we talk?" Val asked carefully.

Leo's jaw tensed, the weak plastic crinkling under his tightening grip. "Of course," he murmured.

Setting the now deformed bottle on the table, he proceeded pulling out a chair for her to sit; purposefully avoiding the one she'd occupied that night. Once she was comfortable, he then lowered himself onto the one across the table.

Looking up from her lap (where her fingers anxiously twiddled), Val's gaze fell upon the beautiful ficus bonsai Leo gifted her, the night before; off-centre, on the table. Despite repotting it (in an equally beautiful teal ceramic dish), she recognised its unique trunk immediately - it was from his collection.

He must've noticed her gaze favouring it, over the others, whenever she found herself wandering about Splinter's zen room (which she now had free use of). How could she not: it looked like a butt.

"Leo, c-can you..." She finally tore her eyes from the tree, directing them at the equally nervous terrapin before her. "I-I need you to be completely honest with me, right now... please."

She'd heard it from Raph; now, she needed to hear it from the horse's mouth.

"...Do you like me? Like, like like me...?"

Leo hadn't realised he'd been holding his breath, till his starved lungs began screaming, and stars dotted his vision.

He'd anticipated this question. In fact, he'd spent months dreaming about and rehearsing this entrancingly eloquent profession of love he'd (likely never, ever) provide her, in response. He felt prepared...

In the end, all he could manage was a pathetic: "Y-yeah..."

Val scoffed softly as she slumped into her chair; compressing her lips tightly, in an effort to delay the tears now brimming her eyes, from falling.

Just like that, her view of who she considered one of her closest friends was forever changed. She was now overthinking every seemingly innocent glance, nudge, hug, touch... terrified she may have contributed to this, in some way.

She felt dirty.

A panicked Leo shot forward, catching himself as he instinctively reached for her hands. This prompted Val to lean away, wedge them between her knees, then shift her boots under her chair.

He was losing her.

"I'm so sorry, Val. I never expected- I don't know what... I-I wish-"

"It's okay..." she murmured, unable to look him in the eye. "You don't choose who you... Y-you do know though that nothing's ever gonna happen between us-"

"I know-"

"Like, ever."

"I know. I'd never expect that. It's just something I'm... working through."

Leo wasn't sure exactly when he began feeling this way; it kind of just crept up on him...

From the very beginning, he knew: there was something special about this woman. There had to be; not many people stuck around once they'd laid eyes on him, or his brothers.

When he finally let his guard down, she welcomed him with open arms - she's forgiving.

He learnt about her past, and the obstacles she'd faced - she's strong and resilient. When he confessed to doing a background check on her, she wasted no time in admonishing him - she's assertive. When he swore her to secrecy, she let her closest friendship suffer, to keep him and his family safe - she's loyal. When she jumped between him and a rage-filled Raph - she's brave. When she scraped his family together to wait out his sentencing hearing - she's supportive.

He'll never forget the moment she snatched him up in her arms, for the first time. Only father knew how desperately he needed it. It was like the sun had finally risen after a long, cold night.

His world suddenly revolved around her. Her happiness, her pleasure, her safety-

Wait. He did know when - it was right before realising she was in love with his brother.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What would that have accomplished, Val?" Leo enquired gently, struggling not to overanalyse her question. No, you were never an option.

"It's not like anything would've come of it... I also didn't wanna risk making things awkward-"

"Well, you have made things awkward," Val bit out, eyes narrowed.

Leo promptly lowered his gaze. "I know-"

"Like, seriously, Leo... what the hell's with these looks you keep hurling at Raph? You say you're working through things, but it doesn't feel like it. I feel you're blatantly disregarding my word on this."

"...I-I don't mean to-"

"I've told you I don't know how many times, now: I'm fine, stop worrying... But no! You know better, apparently-"

"Hey, hang on-" Leo cut in, offended by the dismissive and sanctimonious portrait she was attempting to paint of him. "Can you please try looking at this from my perspective, for a minute?"

Val pursed her lips, then nodded stiffly; offering him the floor.

After a long, unsteady breath, the leader continued. "Let's say you had a friend - uh, M-Molly, for instance - who started showing up with... marks-"

Val shifted uncomfortably in her chair, chewing the inside of her mouth. He could tell she wanted to object, but remained silent. He continued.

"They insist they're fine, yet more appear. You want to take them at their word, but you can't help this feeling that they really aren't..."

"Do you trust me?" The brunette asked quietly, searching his face.

"...O-of course, I do."

Why was that so difficult to say??

"Then why can't you trust me with this-"

"Because I love-" He felt his throat clench as his heart raced; hot tears pricking his eyes. "-and I c-can't stand seeing those things-"

"Alright!" Val abruptly thrust her palms against the table's edge, shoving out her chair, then extending to her full height. He watched, in stunned silence, as she hissed out her diatribe:

"I really shouldn't need to tell you this, as it's none of your goddamn business; but, apparently, I do - I like it. There, I said it! I'm a kinky bitch, alright?! I ask for it - NOT him! I am NOT some damsel in distress; I do NOT need you white knighting the situation! I said I was fine, and I f-fucking...!"

Leo swore he watched her heart break as the next words left her tear-stained lips: "B-back OFF...! P-please..."

A heavy silence befell the pair as they continued staring at each other, steadily realising the true weight of the words just exchanged. No going back, now, indeed.

"Hey, guys-?"

They flinched at Mikey's voice. As Leo clumsily scrambled to his feet - tipping over his chair, in the process - Val's hands darted to her face; swiping away the tears, with a stifled sniffle, before finally acknowledging the concerned terrapin, suddenly standing alongside.

Peering over them, Leo deflated further at the sight of Donnie and Raph, trickling in from the lab and staircase, respectively.

Mikey narrowed his baby blues at the leader, who avoided his gaze. "Is there a problem-"

"N-nope," forcing a reassuring smile, Val proceeded lifting her purse from the back of her chair (her usual dumping spot); flashing Leo a doleful look as she shouldered it. "We're fine. Everything's fine. I-I was just, um... I was just heading out..."

"I-I like your uniform..." Donnie gingerly complimented as the brunette pulled Mikey into a one-armed hug. Raph hung back in the common area, arms stiffly folded, shooting daggers at his eldest brother.

"Thanks, Don-"

Mikey barely squeezed her back, like she were a porcelain doll. "Are you sure-?"

"Yeah- yeah..." Val gently shook the orange-banded terrapin's shoulders, milking the smile, before turning to Donnie; who attempted offering:

"We could walk you to the street-?"

"No, it's okay..." She glanced Leo's way once more, barely making eye contact this time as she gestured to the bonsai. "L-look after it for me, till we get back?"

He needn't see her face to know she was about to cry.

Your fault. "V-Val-"

She'd already turned away; sharing a last, knowing look with her boyfriend as she beelined for the exit.

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Finally alone, trudging through the damp, dark sewer tunnels, with only her phone's torch illuminating the path, Val broke.

Suddenly, she felt a thousand pounds; every measly step was like dragging a dead body. Her heart ached, lungs burned, thoughts screamed:

Wha... what the fuck did you do?!

How the fuck could you let this happen?!

He was supposed to be your f-fr... frie...

I hate you!

I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU-

A familiar chime snapped Val out of her spiral.

Shakily reaching into her purse to pull out her first phone, the brunette's heart plummeted at her sister's text:

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Masterlist / Chapter 23

@android-cap-007 @happymoonangel @miss-andromeda @raphaelismybae @jasminarts01

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #oc val scott #tmnt 2007 #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #to build a home #tmnt raph x oc #raph x oc #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt oc #tmnt original character #tmnt 07 #tmnt leo x oc #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tbah

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mementoboni · 2 years ago

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[part 2/3] Kaoru no Dokugen - Chapter 0: The person I admire

"Encouraged by the words written there with his signature, I vowed as a high school student that someday I would definitely make my dream come true to form a band."

Notes before reading:

This chapter is from Kaoru’s first book “Dokugen" released on October 2015. It is placed after Chapter 35 (the last chapter), not part of "Ongaku to Hito" magazine. You can purchase the book 👉 here.

The title is written in Kanji as "憧人" (Akogareru Hito), which means "The person I admire". (Actually, I'm not sure if this is how it's pronounced 😅)

I first translated this chapter into Traditional Chinese in 2021, but later I found that there was no English version, so I decided to translate it again into English.

The translation is divided into three parts (I didn't expect it to be so long in English…). This is the second part. 👉 part 1. & part 3.

In this part, Kaoru talks about how HIDE promised to attend DIR EN GREY's live at Shibuya Koukaidou on May 5, 1998, but everything changed just three days before the live.

Repost and share are welcome.🙌 This is the first time I have translated so much words into English, so please feel free to correct me if you spot any mistake or any confusing parts.☺️

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The reply arrived with the X fan club newsletter, just as the Violence In Jealousy tour was starting. I couldn't stop shaking, I was so happy and almost cried. I just kept looking at the picture of HIDE-san over and over again with a sneaking smile.

Encouraged by the words written there with his signature, I vowed as a high school student that someday I would definitely make my dream come true to form a band.

And time flied.

DIR EN GREY's first live show at the hall was scheduled to be held at Shibuya Koukaidou (渋谷公会堂). A few weeks before the show, Tommy-san told me:

"Kaoru, I happened to meet HIDE-chan the other day. When I told him, ‘There's a guy who likes HIDE-chan, and his band is going to have a LIVE at Shibukou (渋公=渋谷公会堂), so you should come and see them.’ then he said he'd be there.” It's a little surprising though…

“HIDE-chan always keeps his promises, so I'm sure he'll come!"

I did not expect to meet the person I admire so soon, so I was in a state of confusion between happiness and tension. The time passed like a dream before we met. Until 3 days before the live…

Three days before the live show. During a rehearsal break of Shibukou, a phone call was made to our manager. From the conversation, I felt that there was not just a matter. After hanging up the phone, the manager told me with tears in his eyes:

“…HIDE-chan has passed away.”

On the way back from the recording studio, there was an article about HIDE-san in the sports newspaper that people in the train were reading. I couldn't accept the reality, but at the same time, I knew it’s true because it's in the newspaper. "What the hell is this?” I thought to myself; "How can you be laughing at such a time?” I said to the guy who was laughing in the train, then I went home while suppressing the urge to punch him. It was the same the next day and the day after that. I may have even wanted to run away somewhere.

However, it was the live at Shibukou that cheered me up. A lot of people came to see our first hall live, and HIDE-san would be here. Everything was some kind of mistake. Anyway, I told myself to forget about it and focus on the live at Shibukou.

The live at Shibukou. The first performance at Hall made me nervous, but I was still very dedicated to it. When I returned backstage waiting for the encore after the main show, TOMMY-san and GEORGE-san from LADIESROOM were there. Both of them were in mourning clothes. It seems that this day was a wake. TOMMY-san asked us with a smile and some concern, "How is it? Do you still feel bad?" GEORGE-san, on the other hand, said to me, “Hey! You like HIDE-chan, don't you? You have to work harder! This kind of live performance will make HIDE-chan feel bored and go home!"

Something was about to overflow, but I held it in and fuck it. I went back to the encore stage while thinking about doing a good job.

But then I saw it.

In front of the dressing room of Shibukou, there was a window-like place to shine a lighting spotlight. I could see TOMMY-san and GEORGE-san watching from there, and a picture of HIDE-san was put there.

I had been trying to forget. Oh, it's true… I finally accepted reality and cried on stage for the first time. After that, the show was a mess. Thanks to that, we were banned from Shibukou.

The next day was the funeral ceremony. I stayed near the entrance of Tsukiji Hongwanji Temple for a long time. I had no idea what was going on inside, but when I thought the ceremony was almost over, TOMMY-san appeared in front of us. "Come on, follow me!” I ran over to him as soon as I was called. I was led to the ceremony site, just before the coffin was about to be removed.

That’s where I met HIDE-san for the first time.

(To be continued…)

Words from the translator:

In 2018, Sugizo said on Sugizo Tube (with Kyo as a guest) that he often talks to Kaoru, Kaoru loved HIDE so much that he wanted to meet HIDE all the time, but he ended up meeting HIDE at the funeral. 👉 Read more on Tumblr It was Sugizo's words that made me decide to translate this chapter :)

Kaoru also mentioned his first meeting with GEORGE in an interview ahead of the 2020 no-audience LIVE "The World You Live In." 👉 Watch on YouTube (starts from 6:40)

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part 1. & part 3. & 中文翻譯

#dir en grey #薰 #kaoru #読弦 #dokugen #憧人 #akogareru hito #translations #kaoru translation #text translation #hide #松本秀人 #translation by yinfu

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dpsisquared · 6 months ago

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For the fic ask meme, 14, 16, and 25!

14. Answered here

16. favorite place to write.

I almost always write in bed. It's where I spend a lot of my time at home. Other likely spots are at the dinner table when I'm done eating, and during down time while we're out and about. I don't have a computer so it's always on my phone.

25. besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

Fiber arts, mainly. I weave, spin, and to a lesser degree knit. My hobby turned side job is making zero waste shampoo. I used to love hiking, but it's harder since I became disabled. But I still love nature and birds. Cats. Reading. Video games. Pontificating about math education.

Thanks for the ask, Bay! 🫶

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #dimileth #fire emblem #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #byleth eisner #asks

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Sorry for the anon, but I'm LadyLilac just on my gen account rip. Anyways, the Tim/Thomas Wayne thing you wrote about is making me insane! I love love love what you did with it! But I am also being possessed by the idea of making it angst. Where Tim does have a sexual relationship with Tom starting at age 11 or 12, and Bruce finds out at like age 16 or maybe 17.

Bruce finding out and after years of covering for his father struggling to figure out what to do. How can he help Tim? Can he turn his father in, and break what little hope Alfred has in his oldest friend? And can Bruce even help Tim when he doesn't want to be helped, and particularly not by the man Thomas raged about everytime he's brought up. The whump would be so good!

Bruce dragging Tim home to the manor and trying to parent him, while his sons drag their feet at the (precieved) idea of having some rich brat in their home. Tim hating Bruce for taking away the only adult who cared for him, while still admiring him for being Batman. Maybe even Tim trying seduce Bruce, both because he looks like Thomas and is batman and partly because he wants to prove his point he's old enough to consent. Sorry for flailing in your inbox 😅 but thank you for your wonderful ideas! Sorry for any typos, I'm typing on my phone as always

hi lilac!!!!! i'm so happy you enjoyed it!!!! and teen bruce would definitely be caought in quite a conundrum and struggle to his approach. it would definitly hit him harder than older, adult bruce who has his own kids and has been estranged from his dad for years. the timeline would definitely throw a few things off making dick younger than tim so by the time dick and the others come into bruce's life, tim would be an adult just a few years younger than bruce.

where older bruce sort of lets things be and halfheartedly looks to see if anything illegal happened (and even if he had most likely would not have reported it because thomas wayne is no longer a factor in his life anymore and bruce doesn't really want to get sucked back in by the problems his father makes himself). teenage bruce is young, he's angry, he's hurt. the feelings he has towards his father are still fresh. but bruce covers for him because part of him is still that young boy that is holding out for the hope that his father will change and go back to the man he was before the accident. it's not until year later when he's matured and become batman and adopted dick and realized he would never do what his father did that he lets go.

bruce would be devastated to learn his father is fucking someone even younger than him, someone, who's not even in high school yet. he and tim go to the same school because gotham academy runs from K-12 and bruce finds out in the worst way possible. he leaves school late and alfred has gone on vacation. he'd made bruce's father promise he'd pick him up but bruce knows that's not going to happen so he's stuck taking the bus. he's taking a shortcut through an empty park when....he spots his father's car? parked in an empty lot and bruce knows it's his father's because of the plate and also because not everyone is driving around in a custom cadillac. and he thinks for a moment maybe his father didn't forget but the other part of him, the wary and suspicious part knows that something isn't right. so bruce sneaks up to the car, making sure to do so with the blindspot of the car. bruce's father has his windows tinted same as everyone in the city because in gotham it's basically compulsory if you don't want someone with a gun coming up to your window and telling you to get out.

but bruce is careful. he's discreet and he picks a small corner of the back window to cup his hands around his eye and peek in and when he does he....he's sure he has to have it wrong. that he's misreading the situation. because the sweater vest that the middleschoolers all wear is one the floor of the his father's car. the car that's softly swaying and rocking and bruce hadn't realized it until he was leaning against it and watching as his nearly 40 year old father fucked a squirming, red faced, no more than 10 year old kid.

bruce can't describe the feeling, the dread, the disappointment, the shock, the horror he feels as he watches his father fuck a too big cock into such a little pink hole.

bruce is borderline catatonic for hours, he snaps back when he's home and in his room and curled up in his bed like when he was a kid. he doesn't know how he got home. there's no food in the kitchen when he descends so he needs to order something if he wants to eat. but bruce isn't hungry. his stomach is swirling with too much unease for him to want to eat. bruce feels like he wants to throw up, like he wants to cry.

that kid hadn't even been his age, he'd been younger. he couldn't possibly have been older than...than bruce when his mother died. bruce has had a sour relationship with his dad for years (bruce thinks of his missing pain pills that he'd "lost"), he's even been playing with the idea of going through with his plans to aquire skills that might help him (there's a man in rio de janeiro who can teach him driving skills to outpace the police-). but this is....this isn't his father's self destruction. this involves someone else aside from bruce, this involves someone innocent.

it takes bruce less than a day to identify the boy he'd seen his father with. a quick flip through the yearbook tells him the boy is named timothy j drake and he's eleven years old.

bruce is...is so unsteadied by this new information. he feels...scared. he doesn't know why. he doesn't know what to do, who to tell....if he should tell at all. bruce's father is not well. he knows that. he's known that for awhile because the man who lived dow the hall from him could not possibly be the ma who carried bruce on his shoulders, who snuck him candy, who loved bruce so dearly that when he saw the gun change directions he'd shifted his body and spread out his arms to protect bruce from being hit.

it cannot be the same man. and yet...

bruce hates himself.

he returns to school the next day and his eyes seek out a familiar form that he'd seen arching up to meet his father's thrusts. bruce watches as he talks with his friends about some new issue of a comic book, as they tall about fantasy books and some board game they're playing together. tim is social and happy, he has friends and a social life. he doesn't...act like a victim.

in the car...when bruce had watched him and his father he hadn't looked like he was trying to get away or escape he....hadn't looked like he'd hated it.

bruce hates himself. he's just looking for excuses. looking for somehow to not have to be the person to do something about this.

bruce does not say anything. and he hates himself.

he never stops. years later and he watches grown up timothy drake accompanying his father to galas as his "nurse" and he hates himself for never having said anything. alfred is talking to his father who is smiling and happy and bruce had seen how alfred had nearly been driven to tears when his father had reached out to him months ago about getting a drink together. he'd extended the same invitation to bruce but bruce had refused, claiming that he needed to hep damian with a science project. damian...who had just turned 12. nearly the same age as timothy drake had been when bruce had found them fucking.

it'd been years. bruce had been so sure someone else would find out. someone else would say something. someone else would put a stop to it, stop his father from fucking a child too young to understand what they were doing. god. how had no one else seen it? the way his father had a hand wrapped around tim's waist, how tim raced to fulfill thomas's every need. did no one see it? had bruce been the only one to see the true nature and depravity of his father?

....and now it was too late. tim was a full grown adult and no one would ever know about how long he'd been entangled with thomas wayne. no one aside from bruce who knew what his father had done.

and bruce had done nothing. nothing. and now he had to suffer in silence as he attended his father's birthday gala and the crowd cheered as thomas's lovely and dedicated nurse helped bruce's father blow out his candles.

bruce could say something.

he could call up vicki and ask if she wanted an exclusive. he could tell about that day, about the pill bottle that didn't go missing. he could talk about how he'd kept silent because he was a kid and seeing that had scrared him and he hadn't known who to tell or what to do but now he was older. that he'd kept his mouth shut because....because that was his father.

but now he was a father. a father with children and he knew what his father had done was wrong and he was ready to admit his wrongdoings in staying silent and expose his father's wrongdoings in doing what he did.

alfred and leslie would be devestated. dick, jason, and damian would be horrified.

tim...tim would...

bruce didn't know. he had no idea what tim would do. it'd been more than a decade since bruce had first seen them together and he had no idea how long they'd been...together since before bruce knew about them...

but...bruce couldn't keep silent anymore. he couldn't go on pretending everything was alright and fine when he knew it wasn't.

bruce had allowed his father to get away with things he shouldn'tve because he had been young but now...now he couldn't go on pretending like there wasn't something wrong.

like this guilt hadn't been weighing on his heart as much as what happened in that alley did.

i feel like tim gets an inkling of what bruce is going to do because unlike thomas he'd noticed bruce there that day. but bruce had never said anything- even when he'd become batman.

so tim realizing bruce is getting ready to say something is when tim takes it as his cue to seduce bruce who looks so much like the thomas wayne he loves...

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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fleurcareil · 1 year ago

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Leaving Canada

After finishing the road trip, the last 2 weeks of September were a whirlwind of activities to sort out things and say goodbye one more time before leaving the country. Although I may have benefited from staying a bit longer, having been on the road for so long made me ready to close off this phase and look forward to the next one, going back home to Europe! 🤩

First priority was to clean everything that I had been traveling with (with thanks to lots of space and a garden hose😁) and then figure out what to put into storage and what to bring as luggage. Initially my intent had been to travel straight from France to Chile, however due to exorbitant one-way air fares, I ended up booking a return ticket back to TO for mid-January.... not sure how this is all going to work out but for now it means that I'm only travelling with one suitcase instead of the 3 that I had already pre-packed. Easier to carry but harder to fit my clothes! 😅

Second key item was to get my car sold, so I got the car deep cleaned over lunch with Tara... something I've never done but should really have given myself as a gift much earlier! 😄 I thought the guy had done a great job at making my car look brand-new again, but he actually apologized to me as he hadn't managed to remove all bug residue from the grill nor the grit of the endless unpaved roads from the tires...the downfall of such an extensive road trip!

That afternoon, 3 accidents on the QEW highway meant that traffic was jammed for miles around, so I tried to wait it out by visiting the first 2 car dealers to get a sense of their offer... suddenly everything seemed wrong with my fab drive, as it needed new tires, new brakes, a chip in the window etc etc... 😯😪 I recognize the sales tactics for what they were but they still pulled me down, so by the time I got back home after taking 1.5 hours over a 20min drive, I was shaken & thoroughly fed up!

Next day, I toured a few more dealers who all basically said the same and then just cut my losses to get it over with (I must be the worst negotiator on earth! 🤣) ... I absolutely have had an amazing time driving my Rogue and I still loved everything about it, but it was time to say goodbye and move on.

Being a bit emotional after signing the papers, I drove by my old house in Burlington (where the new tenants are neglecting the pretty roses I had planted 😣) and then sat on my favourite bench in Paletta Park overlooking Lake Ontario. A mere 10 minutes' walk from where I used to live, I would often come here over my lunch break or after work, a great spot to relax! 😊

Next day, after having handed in the car & safely deposited the cheque at the bank, I was happy to go over to Priyanka & Arnie for a traditional Hungarian dish and meet again with their lovely parents. I first met Priyanka's parents at our MBA graduation over 10 years ago and we've been in touch ever since, having shared many dinners (including with my parents and in Delhi 🤗), theater plays, a powwow and ofcourse the wedding in India! 😍😍

On Friday, I spent hoouuuurs on the internet and phone to arrange anything from bank accounts & medical insurance to booking flights for my travels in Europe. Felt good to clean house and try to close as many things as possible before leaving. In the evening, we had delicious pizza & craft beer in the "Shed" in downtown Dundas.

That Saturday, it was fun times at the Ancaster Fall Fair with Arpita, Navneet and his cousin Nithia. 🤩 I had never been to a farm fair, which had everything from a hot sauce contest, cow & chicken displays to nitro-chilled snacks and prizes for the prettiest tomatoes, hay bales and funny-looking veggies! 😂 Quite an experience and a great afternoon!

On Sunday, I went with Heather for a hike in nearby Dundas Valley conservation area, my favourite forest west of the GTA. I've been here so often that I know most trails by heart but this time we walked in from a residential area on the side so that the forest still felt new. 😀

I spent the second week in Toronto where I lived for 11 years - my personal record of living that long in one city! 😊 - and it felt really good to roam the streets (albeit only for a short period of time before the craziness got to me 😫). For four days I crammed in as many friends as I could see, starting with a great backyard dinner with my old team. Having 9 different cultural backgrounds being represented leads to ever-interesting diverse conversations! 😍

On Tuesday, I had cozy lunch and dinner with my two good friends Kathryn and Lynne, both a bit senior to me hence always providing me with valuable insights that help me put things in a different perspective. 🥰 They're both great examples of how we can continue to have fulfilling lives for many years to come! 😘

Then on Wednesday, a lunch walk with Dana through my old 'hood and the Riverdale Farm, followed by relaxing tea with Natasha, Lance and their mother who I've also known since coming to Toronto and by whom I spent a memorable Christmas in Trinidad & Tobago. 🤩 In the evening, the drinks were tasty as usual when meeting with a loosely connected 😅 but somehow gelling group of Real Estate friends... always a good time!

On my last day in Toronto, I caught up with Harvey over Indian Roti and then had a few lovely hours at the new Love Park at the harbourfront. My final date was with my camping-sailing-drinking group of friends 😎 at the Queen Mother Café, a downtown thai restaurant where I used to go often in the first years. We're all a bit wiser (?!? 😂) then when we first met years ago but the laughs are still there!

Tired & having a terrible cold but feeling blessed with all those friendships, I made my way back to Dundas, where I was grateful to spend the last day with Arpita and Navneet, working a bit in the garden and playing the cool card game Dominion at night.

On the 30th September, they dropped me off to the airport, ready to fly home! 💖💖💖

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leiakenobi · 2 years ago

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🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

i'm interested in that last one especially just because you already talk me down from the edge CONSTANTLY with my burnout and writer's block and i think that's valuable shit that everybody should hear from you.

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

Writing is very much a compulsion for me, so I'm not generally motivated by milestones—I was excited when I hit 1 million words on AO3, but at this point I'm pretty much just like 🤷‍♀️ big milestones like that are kind of incidental.

What I am interested in is finding ways to push myself out of my comfort zone. I'm writing an original work for a fic exchange I'm in, and that's a pretty big deal for me because I find it very intimidating to do OCs and worldbuilding from the ground up. Even in my longfics I generally devote attention almost exclusively to the primary ship I'm writing about, and right now I'm in the very early stages of developing a Star Wars longfic that spends more time building out the secondary characters and their relationships with the leads. Maybe not milestones per se, but those are more the sorts of things I'm working toward these days.

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

First of all O bless u because I always worry about whether anything I have to say about burnout and writer's block is useful because I go through it somewhat rarely. Luckily(?) I am just coming out of a spot of block myself so I have some renewed thoughts about it that I'll throw under the cut because I have a lot to say. 😅

I think the biggest problem with burnout and writer's block advice is that a lot of it is presented as a one size fits all solution, but there are so many different things that it could be stemming from and your response really needs to change accordingly. I might tell one person to step away from their word processor for a few days in the same breath that I tell another person to push through the block and keep writing, all based on what I know about their process and their headspace.

But I think a lot of it comes from a question of whether you've been putting too much of yourself into writing at the expense of your other needs (which probably manifests in burnout) vs. whether you're putting too much pressure on yourself and the writing (which probably manifests in writer's block).

Now keep in mind that this is coming from an autistic person when I say: you probably will burn out if you hyperfixate on writing for too long. Even if it's your happy place, even if it's the thing that makes you feel like it's worth getting out of bed so you can sit at your computer and write, you can't make it your life. If you're trying to write and it's feeling harder than usual, do a mental health and general well-being check-in with yourself: when's the last time you went outside; what have you been eating lately; when's the last time you talked to a friend on the phone. Things like that. And if you don't like the answers? You probably need a few days off.

I'll also say that one of the biggest instances of burnout I've had in recent years was in summer of 2021, and honestly, after checking in with myself I realized a lot of that came out of the fact that I was writing with my audience in mind more than I was writing for myself. So if you're starting to feel burnt out, I also really think it's worth asking whether the thing you're writing sparks joy! And if it doesn't – even temporarily – it's okay to walk away from it.

Then on the other hand you've got writer's block. And I don't think it's the worst thing in the world to baby yourself a little bit if you've hit a patch of writer's block, especially because it might also be a product of burnout. Stepping away from a piece of writing for a few days it never a bad thing, in my mind.

But. The thing about writer's block? That's usually a you problem. It's something about your headspace that you need to move past, and usually something that comes from a place of perfectionism. Maybe the perfectionism is that you're putting too much pressure on yourself to keep to a schedule. Maybe it's that every word you put on the page feels wrong and you're too scared to go any further with those wrong words there. And if that's the problem?

Sure, take some time away from the doc if you need to. But find ways to keep writing, whatever that means to you—

(1) Maybe you switch to another story, or stories. My longest fic is this Star Wars fic that I started posting to AO3 in December 2020, but y'know when I started it? January. I got about 6k words in, realized that it was going somewhere else and the draft needed to be drastically revised, but I couldn't put my finger on how, so I tucked it away and reread it occasionally while mostly focusing on other stuff. I didn't properly pick it up again until October. It's a better fic for my decision to not push myself to keep writing right away, so sometimes stepping away is the right move.

(2) If you're stressed about a story that simply isn't moving as fast as you thought it would, reframe your goals around something smaller that feels more achievable—maybe just promising yourself that you'll sit with the doc for 20 minutes a day, or that you'll just shoot to add 100 words instead of 1000. (And learn to not beat yourself up for deleting words, too!) You can always keep going if you get into a rhythm.

(3) Look. Sometimes – sometimes – you need to bully yourself into writing anyway. Last month I got myself out of writer's block with this Hannibal fic I wrote for an exchange, and a lot of it was because I sat down one Saturday morning and promised myself that I'd write the shortest version that it could be while being a cohesive story that met the word minimum (300 words). That initial draft shaped out to be about 500 words (it ended on the line, "But as his shame ebbs away..." etc.). It wasn't what I wanted it to be yet, but I got the satisfaction of feeling like I'd completed it anyway. About a week later, I was able to come back to it with fresh eyes and turn it into the polished product that ended up on AO3.

I wanna acknowledge, here: a lot of this is based on intuition, and knowing your own needs as a writer. Trial and error might be necessary when you find yourself going through a creative rough patch. So genuinely, above all? If you're going through burnout or writer's block, be kind to yourself. Know that it happens to everyone on occasion, and that you're no less of a writer just for struggling. Know that your story ideas will be there when you're ready for them, and if you've lost interest in a story by the time you're back in a writing mode, it's okay.

#ask game #wyn-n-tonic #me like god damn why is my advice so longwinded #apologies it's the autism lmao

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seitmai · 7 days ago

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I absolutely loved this and have many thoughts undert the cut

“You’re really sure it’s okay for me to be here? They’re your friends and I’m just… some dude.” “Yeah, some dude who’s sucked the same dick I have and is a giant sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes and dragged him after you onto the elevator, leaning against his chest and winding your fingers through his affectionately. “Plus, we’re officially besties after that skinny dipping incident.”

That's some real bonding🤭😅

“And you’re so jealous, poor baby.” Ari bit Ransom’s ear gently before sliding his hand even higher, squeezing Ransom’s thigh and purring when the man whined and leaned into his touch. “I'm so sorry, pretty boy, you deserve all the attention, you’re getting married after all. Gonna have such a pretty wife to spoil you and treat you nice like you deserve.” “Fuck, you know how worked up I get when anyone calls her my wife, you teasing bastard.” Ransom downed the rest of his drink and growled before turning to face Ari, practically crawling into the man’s lap when he finally slid his hand up to cup his bulge as he smashed their lips together. “I’m going to marry her, god she’s so fucking perfect.”

They both exactly know how to get each other worked up 🤭

“Don’t give me that look, I don’t wanna lose my membership to this place just because we’re both sluts. We’re gonna finish in the car.” “‘M not… shit.” Ransom tossed his head back and gasped when Ari pressed into him harder, whimpering when he felt his beard scratching against his throat as he licked that spot that drove him crazy and he rolled his hips up to meet him. “Yeah, okay. Just don’t stop.”

No chance in pretending with Ari 🤭

“She said she wanted regular updates, and I think the first orgasm of the night is something she’d want to know about.” Ari shoved his phone back in his pocket and gripped Ransom’s chin, forcing his gaze back to him and giving him a sly smile as he rubbed their noses together. “Now quit being a brat and kiss me.”

Good reason for an update, I approve

“God, you’re all so fucking dramatic, calm down!” You had to start chucking ice at all of them when they started pulling up their phones to send threats to your fiancé, still staring daggers at Jake, even though there was no way you could stay mad at him, he was just trying to protect you. “Ransom is not cheating on me. It’s Ari!”

Haha the girls are ready to castrate Ransom 😅

“No, I mean… thanks for this blondie.” Jake at least looked slightly embarrassed. “We’re kinda, sorta, but not totally, in a poly thing with the sex god.” That shut all of them up, Jake’s eyes bugging out of his head as he stared at you while the rest of your friends just gave you blank looks that made you a little nervous. You had never planned on making this part of your relationship public, but here you were.

I mean who wouldn't want to be in a poly thing with a sex god? I certainly would 😌🤷🏻‍♀️

“You boys need to calm down.” Ari rolled his eyes when they gave him nasty looks, sighing when he tried to put an arm around Ransom to comfort him and the man practically cowered. “I’m not gonna put up with any of your homophobic bull shit towards him, so lock it up.” “What? Homophobic?” Dylan had the sense to at least look slightly embarrassed. “Who give a fuck about that, he’s cheating on his fiancée?” “Yeah, news flash, we all know you’re bi, Drysdale.” Chaz shot a glare at Logan when he looked like he was thinking of making a joke. “No one cares.” “You know?” Ransom hated how small his voice sounded, letting Ari put an arm around him this time and blowing out a shuddering breath when he leaned into the man without thought.

I love that the boys were also ready to beat up Ransom lol

And the discussion about his sexuality just warmed my heart, it was so nonchalant and they worried so much more about Ransom than anything else (as they should)

“Oh, and what would you call it?” Dylan took Ari’s phone and scowled as he looked at the screen, his expression melting into one of confusion as he read all the texts you sent about how pretty Ransom looked when he was choking on Ari’s dick and how much you loved both of them. “Huh.” “What?” Chaz took the phone when Dylan handed it to him, blowing out a deep breath that had Ransom burning his face in his hands as he groaned and leaned into Ari even more. “Alright then. Are you… happy?”

Oh he was not ready to air it all out like that 🤭

“Look, Drysdale, I’m just happy that even though you’re getting married you’re still kind of a man whore. So why don’t we all get over this little misunderstanding and hit that gay strip club down the block. Apparently, they have a special on body shots with their dancers. I bet they’ll love you two.”

This is the best reaction haha just worried about is man whire status 😂

“This is so not on me, you could’ve been up front about your little throuple situation.” Your maid of honor just laughed when you snarled at her. “Yeah yeah, you don’t want to define it, whatever. I’ll buy you a lap dance.”

She is the maid of honor for a reason I see 😅

“Jake, I can’t stay mad at you, so please stop apologizing.” You wound your arm through his and leaned your head on his shoulder, smiling when he pressed his cheek against your forehead and let out a deep breath as he handed you your phone. “You’re my bestie blondie, people would’ve found out anyway, though I will admit it would have been nice if it hadn’t been a surprise. Now, go find me all the pretty twunk strippers, okay?”

Poor Jakey is gonna blame himself for this for a while

Sounds like a great night

“That right, pup?” Your voice was low and mixed perfectly with Ari’s deep growl at being called sir, making Ransom’s eyes roll back in his head and his tongue feel like it was too thick for his mouth all of a sudden. “Want him to feed your hungry little pussy?” “Oh, please.” Ransom could hardly breathe when Ari’s whole body pressed against his, feeling the heavy weight of his dick grinding against his hip as he clutched desperately at his waist. “Need it.”

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Ari grinned down at Ransom as he kept sucking on his fingers, cooing when he yelped at Ari grabbing his cock through his panties. The harsh contact was all he needed to come with a sharp cry, his whole body spasming wildly as he came so hard it almost hit him in the face. He kept shivering when Ari curled over him and sank his teeth into his jaw, tears leaking down his cheeks as warmth spread from his core while Ari pumped his cum into him.

🥵🥵🥵

Ransom managed to arch his back all pretty while Ari took his picture and sent it to you, all happy and fuzzy as he floated in the warmth of post-orgasmic bliss. He was vaguely aware of Ari relaying that you said you wanted to lick your pretty puppy clean before he let his eyes fall closed. Damn, he felt so fucking good. The only thing that could have made it better was if you were actually there with them. Maybe he could convince you to convince Ari to come on the honeymoon so he could get it from both ends.

That would definitely be an interesting and intense honeymoon 😌🤭

Always Living in the Final Hour

Summary: Bachelor and bachelorette weekend shenanigans with the (almost) quadrouple.

Words: ~5.5k

Relationship(s): Ransom Drysdale x Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale x Ari Levinson x female!reader, Jake Jensen x female!reader (platonic - for now), little peeks at the quadrouple to come y’all.

Warning: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected anal sex, m receiving oral sex, rimming, feminization), established relationships, secrets revealed, mentions of homophobia, misunderstandings, they’re all cute and dumb and in love, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: I love them so much 😭

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You grinned when you heard the knock at your hotel room door, finishing putting your earrings in and adjusting your tits in your dress before pulling the door open and beaming at Jake.

“Hey… wow, look at you!” He gave you his own smile when he got a look at you, spinning you around then pulling you into a warm embrace once he’d taken you in. “You look amazing, you’re a fucking bombshell.”

“Shut up, you’re so fucking cute.” You giggled when he kissed you on the cheek, playing with the edge of his shirt and kissing him back before dragging him out the door. “Is everyone ready to go!”

“Yep, just waiting on your fine ass.” Jake laughed and smacked your ass playfully as you made your way to the elevator, giving you a mocking pout when you turned around and slapped his chest in retaliation before chewing on his lip with a bit of residual anxiety. “You’re really sure it’s okay for me to be here? They’re your friends and I’m just… some dude.”

“Yeah, some dude who’s sucked the same dick I have and is a giant sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes and dragged him after you onto the elevator, leaning against his chest and winding your fingers through his affectionately. “Plus, we’re officially besties after that skinny dipping incident.”

“Skinny dipping? I told you, I thought I walked through a spider web!” He tickled you and laughed when you pinched his cheek. “Felt like I had the creepy crawlies all over me. No one made you take your clothes off, weirdo.”

“That’s true, but I love being naked, and don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it!” You let him give you a tight hug and lift you off your feet once the doors opened to the lobby, waving at your group and laughing when they cheered as they spotted you. “So since we’ve seen all of each other, and spilled our guts over wine, and we’re best friends, you have to be at my bachelorette party, no arguments, blondie. Alright bitches! We doing any bars or going straight to the strip clubs?”

“Oh shit, is this what you use to fuel your jet, Levinson?” Ransom coughed after downing the shot Ari had handed him, frowning when the larger man just chuckled around his cigar and reached over to squeeze his thigh. “Is it even safe for me to smoke after drinking that?”

“It’s fine, don’t be a baby.” Ari grinned even wider when Ransom smacked his hand away, waving down the waitress to bring another bourbon for the groom. “Stick to your boring brown liquor, Drysdale. And just one more cigar, think your boys are getting antsy.”

“What? Oh my god.” Ransom rolled his eyes when he he looked towards where the frat boys were gathered, waving dismissively when Logan gestured meaningfully at his watch. “Yeah, go! We’ll meet you there. Ridiculous.”

“Mmhm, well, I think they were planning on there being a lot more strippers by this point.” Ari watched them leave before taking the new drinks from the waitress, giving her a large bill and winking at her when she smiled at him before shrugging when Ransom gave him a look. “What?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Ransom almost inhaled his scotch when Ari cooed sympathetically and scooted closer to him, letting out a delighted laugh when he placed his hand very high up on his thigh and leaned close to nuzzle at his jaw. “Ari! You’re such a whore!”

“Fuck, you know how worked up I get when anyone calls her my wife, you teasing bastard.” Ransom downed the rest of his drink and growled before turning to face Ari, practically crawling into the man’s lap when he finally slid his hand up to cup his bulge as he smashed their lips together. “I’m going to marry her, god she’s so fucking perfect.”

“You’re both perfect, shit.” Ari groaned when Ransom rocked his hips and sucked on Ari’s bottom lip, standing quickly and pulling the younger man with him before he had a chance to protest. “Don’t give me that look, I don’t wanna lose my membership to this place just because we’re both sluts. We’re gonna finish in the car.”

“Yeah, that’ll work.” Ransom whined when Ari pressed him against the side of the car and kissed him hungrily, letting him throw him into the backseat once he got the door open and yanking him on top of his body when they started to drive away. “We don’t even have time to do anything.”

“Nonsense, we have plenty of time.” Ari pulled Ransom’s knees around his hips and molded their lips together, humming when he felt his hard cock pressed against his own and ground into him. “We’re both nice and worked up, pretty sure I can get one out of you, you’re easy.”

“‘M not… shit.” Ransom tossed his head back and gasped when Ari pressed into him harder, whimpering when he felt his beard scratching against his throat as he licked that spot that drove him crazy and he rolled his hips up to meet him. “Yeah, okay. Just don’t stop.”

“Mmm, never sweet boy.” Ari sucked on the hinge of Ransom’s jaw and moaned when he felt the other man’s cock twitching through his slacks, increasing the speed of his hips and squeezing Ran’s waist when the man ran his fingers through his hair. “Give it to me, honey, just want you to enjoy your party.”

Ransom sobbed when Ari curled his hand around his neck and squeezed lightly, his body arching off the back seat as he yanked on the older man’s hair while his cock throbbed and pulsed while he came all over the inside of the pretty red panties you’d insisted he wear. He felt Ari’s cock twitching as well and grinned when the other man purred against his neck and licked his throat, at least until he heard the click of a camera shutter and slapped Ari’s shoulders while he laughed softly.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ransom pouted and turned his face away when Ari tried to kiss him again, leaving the man to press his lips to his cheek and huffing when he saw him texting someone. “You sending that to her?”

Ransom couldn’t help but giggle when Ari suckled on his bottom lip before sliding his tongue into his mouth, winding his arms around his neck and sighing softly as he melted into the kiss. He had never been happier about his choice for best man, a weekend of sex with Ari interspersed with drinking and smoking and luxury clubs really was the perfect way to celebrate his pending nuptials. There wasn’t a thing he could think of that would ruin his good time, except maybe…

“What took you so…” both of them froze when the door opened and they were suddenly face to face with Logan, Ransom trying to decide between shoving Ari off and denying everything or just burying his face in the bear’s neck to hide. “What in the actual fuck, Drysdale?!”

You screeched happily when Jake whispered a filthy joke in your ear after you pointed out the gorgeous man across the dance floor who had been eyeing him, slapping his chest and biting his ear when he picked you up and spun you around. Once the song was over your whole group made its way back to your booth to do even more shots before heading to the strip club, the rest of the women just rolling their eyes and teasing you every time you and Jake got a little affectionate, mostly because whenever they did he turned absolutely pink and tried to splutter out an explanation, which was completely adorable. They were all totally in love with him, especially after he almost punched some asshole who didn’t want to take the hint that none of you were interested in doing body shots with him when he called you a bunch of drunk cunts. Of course, what actually ended up happening was you all dog piled the douche bag and managed to get in a few good licks before Jake finally pulled all of you off and herded you out of the bar while you screamed obscenities back at the chauvinist that made Jake crack up as soon as he was sure you were all okay, but after that every single one of you was officially in love with him.

“No, I can’t have tequila!” He was all pink again when you rested your head on his shoulder and gave him a messy grin as you held the shot in front of his face. “I really can’t, or I might actually go over there and ask that guy to smack me in the face with his dick.”

“You should, he’s hot!” You squealed and clapped happily when he took the shot from you with a cute little grumble and slammed it down. “C’mon, let’s go hook you up.”

“No, bombshell, no!” He laughed when you pouted at him when he refused to budge, pulling you close and tweaking your nose as he pulled you with the group towards the exit even as he started to feel warm and loose from the tequila. “This is your night, I’m not going to abandon you just to hook up with some, admittedly beautiful, random guy.”

“You’re so sweet, blondie.” You settled in his lap after you all climbed into the limo, letting out a drunk hiccup and walking your fingers across his broad chest with a hum. “I’m gonna find you a boyfriend, though. Gimme my phone, wanna see if my puppy is having a good time.”

Jake rested his cheek on the top of your head and chuckled while you played with his shirt absentmindedly, ignoring the chatter from the rest of the group as he reached into your purse and grabbed your phone. He didn’t mean to look at the screen, he really didn’t, but the picture came up and he couldn’t help it, his face blanching immediately as he slapped the phone down against the seat and tried to avoid looking at you.

“Jakey? What’s up?” You frowned when he just shook his head at you and pressed his mouth in a thin line. “Is something wrong? Give me my phone.”

“I ca… I can’t.” He was struggling to come up with a good reason he couldn’t give it to you, the tequila was getting to him. “It must have fallen out of your purse at the club.”

“What? Jake, I saw you pull it out of my purse.” Now you were annoyed, why was he being so sneaky all of a sudden? “Lemme see.”

“I can’t… shit!” He cursed himself when you managed to move faster than he thought you could and snatched the phone out of his grip, trying to wrestle it away from you and failing when you somehow pinned him to the seat and sat on his chest. “Baby, it’s nothing, don’t look at it!”

“What the fuck are you on about?” You ignored his continued protests as you unlocked your screen and pulled up your texts. “There’s nothing here. Why are you so worried?”

“Nothing? Ran is cheating on you!” He clapped his hand over his mouth as soon as he said it, shaking his head when you gave him a very aggressive glare and all the other conversations on the limo stopped and suddenly your friends were all screaming about how they were going to kick that pretty boy’s ass.

“Who cares who it is, I’m going to cut that man’s balls off!” Taylor dodged the plastic cup you threw at her as she kept cursing.

“No, I mean… thanks for this blondie.” Jake at least looked slightly embarrassed. “We’re kinda, sorta, but not totally, in a poly thing with the sex god.”

That shut all of them up, Jake’s eyes bugging out of his head as he stared at you while the rest of your friends just gave you blank looks that made you a little nervous. You had never planned on making this part of your relationship public, but here you were. You hoped Ran’s night was going better.

“It’s not a big deal!” Ransom felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest as he avoided the stares of his friends, all of whom looked very upset with him. “Nothing happened!”

“Oh, right!” He wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole, or that he could just go back to the hotel with Ari and spend the rest of the weekend letting him fuck every thought out of his head, instead of being stuck with all his friends scolding him in some strip club for hooking up with a guy. “That’s why you were both sporting pants tents and trying to suck each other’s faces off.”

“What? Homophobic?” Dylan had the sense to at least look slightly embarrassed. “Who give a fuck about that, he’s cheating on his fiancée?”

“Yeah, news flash, we all know you’re bi, Drysdale.” Chaz shot a glare at Logan when he looked like he was thinking of making a joke. “No one cares.”

“You know?” Ransom hated how small his voice sounded, letting Ari put an arm around him this time and blowing out a shuddering breath when he leaned into the man without thought. “How?”

“Sloane told us, was trying to get all of us to dump you so she could make you totally dependent on her, like we’d leave you alone with that bitch. We’ve been waiting for you to come out for years.” Dylan shoved Logan when he started to open his mouth again. “But how could you do this to your girl, Ran, you’re fucking lost for her? You realize that all of our girls will kill us if they find out you cheated on her?”

“Alright, let’s all just relax.” Ari decided to take over since Ransom looked like he’d just been hit by a brick wall, pulling his phone up and scrolling up through the group chat. “No one is cheating.”

“What?” Chaz took the phone when Dylan handed it to him, blowing out a deep breath that had Ransom burning his face in his hands as he groaned and leaned into Ari even more. “Alright then. Are you… happy?”

Ransom just nodded, his growl drowned out by Ari’s when they heard Logan choke on a laugh once he got a look at the texts, Ari snatching the phone out of his hand when he started to scroll through the messages like a damn snoop. Everyone looked massively uncomfortable as all of them just stared at each other, Ransom chewing on his lips until Ari gripped his chin and tugged his mouth open with his thumb.

“Jesus Christ, everyone is so fucking uptight.” Logan rolled his eyes after a few minutes of awkward silence, leaning forward and clapping Ransom on the shoulder then snorting when the man jumped. “Look, Drysdale, I’m just happy that even though you’re getting married you’re still kind of a man whore. So why don’t we all get over this little misunderstanding and hit that gay strip club down the block. Apparently, they have a special on body shots with their dancers. I bet they’ll love you two.”

“So all three of you sleep together?” You rolled your eyes when you nodded in answer to the question for what felt like the tenth time, glad that no one was talking about castrating your future husband at least. “Is… are you guys marrying Ari too?”

“No! Oh my god.” You groaned and gave Jake a look when he kept rubbing your shoulders, he felt absurdly guilty about blabbing and you’d had to spend a good five minutes listening to him apologize. “Ransom and I are in love, and we love Ari, but as our absolute best friend who we also sleep with… a lot. Can we just go enjoy the strippers, please? And thanks so much for helping me explain things, Anne.”

“Fine, you’re all buying me lap dances!” They finally seemed to be able to move past their initial shock, letting out some light cheers when you stopped in front of the club and all started to climb out until they were eventually giggling when they thought about doing more shots. “I wanna be covered in body glitter and smell like Viva La Juicy by the time we leave. Can I have my phone now, blondie? Want to actually check on the boy toy.”

“Yeah.” Poor Jake had been beet red for the past five minutes, only getting even redder when you kissed his cheek and gave his shoulder a squeeze when he handed your phone back to you. “I’m really sorry, again.”

He gave you a shy smile before walking away to find you a dancer, still blushing all cute and being his adorable self in a way that was sure to endear him to everyone. You just shook your head fondly as you pulled up your texts, chuckling to yourself and leaning against the bar while you texted Ransom that he did not have to worry about your bridal party castrating him, and that he should enjoy getting turned inside out by his boyfriend and you loved him more than anything.

The sheer amount of alcohol Ransom managed to consume at the marathon of strip clubs had helped him calm down, and being able to just be open now about who he was and what he wanted. Plus, Ari. Ari was always there and the feeling of his hands on Ransom’s body and the occasional brush of his lips against his cheek had pulled any residual stress right out of him, and also gotten him stupidly turned on. The man was a menace. Which was why the two of them had stayed in the bar of Ari’s hotel after the rest of the frat boys went back to their rooms, Ransom leaning on Ari’s shoulder and playing with his hair while he begged him to do all sorts of nasty things to him.

“Baby, you’re so worked up, goddamn.” Ari gave him a sly grin when Ransom whined in his ear, unable to fight the urge he always had to be a giant tease. “Not even sure you could really handle me doing everything you want right now, might make you black out before we have any real fun.”

“Please? Just wanna feel your mouth on my pussy.” Ransom was feeling so warm and buzzed after all the champagne and whiskey he’d consumed through the whole night, nuzzling into Ari’s neck and giggling when he almost spat out his scotch.

“Your what?!” The man hissed low enough that Ransom could barely hear him over the noise of the hotel bar, moaning when the older man gripped the back of his neck and forced his gaze to his as he chewed on his lip. “Your girl know you talk like this, boy?”

Ransom’s knees almost buckled at the low growl of ‘boy’ against his lips, grabbing the front of Ari’s shirt to keep himself upright and whining as his cock throbbed in his soft silk panties.

“You mean Daddy?” Ransom purred when Ari’s pupils somehow blew even wider, only a thin ring of ice around deep black pools he could lose himself in while the bearded man grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. “Daddy loves when I talk about my little pussy. She tells me how pretty it is and how sweet it tastes when it’s all wet and crying for cock. Don’t you wanna taste, sir?”

“Christ, come on.” Ari dragged Ransom after him towards the elevator with a yelp as he basically manhandled the younger man, shoving him inside when the doors opened and pressed the front of his body against his as Ransom panted desperately. “Gimme your phone, gonna check in with your… fuck… your daddy and make sure we’re not stepping over some kind of line.”

Ransom stamped his foot and pouted when Ari started dialing your number, trying to kiss him and whining when the larger man shoved him off and forced him to be still with a hand on his throat.

“Gorgeous?” Ari ignored the way Ransom was trying to grind his hips into him as he leaned him against the wall while the lift headed to the penthouse, frowning at the man while he waited for you to head somewhere quiet. “Your boy’s been drinking a little bit and running that mouth of his. Wanted to check in. Yeah? One second.”

“Puppy?” Ransom purred when Ari put his phone on speaker and the sound of your voice washed over him, making him feel all warm and syrupy as Ari just gave him a curious look. “Baby, you feeling all sweet?”

“Yeah Daddy.” Ransom sighed as he sank into the wall, already feeling his cock starting to leak as he thought about how worked up you probably were after whatever you’d been doing tonight. “Miss you, just wanted sir to give me his fat cock to tide me over a little.”

“Oh, please.” Ransom could hardly breathe when Ari’s whole body pressed against his, feeling the heavy weight of his dick grinding against his hip as he clutched desperately at his waist. “Need it.”

“You’re lucky Daddy doesn’t mind sharing that pretty little cunt, sweet boy. And that I love spoiling my puppy.” You could tell Ransom was gone from the desperate mewl you heard over the phone, grinning to yourself as you started addressing your ex who sounded like he was heading towards his own kind of lost with the heady growl he let out. “Ari?”

“Yeah?” Ari hummed as he ran his nose over Ransom’s, cupping the man’s jaw softly as they exchanged breath while he dipped his tongue between his parted lips.

“Wreck him.” You chuckled when you heard a feral snarl before the sounds of messy kissing traveled over the phone, squirming a little when you pictured the scene that must be unfolding as Ari prepared to devour your sweet boy. “And make sure you take video!”

“Mmhm.” Ari’s grumbled reply was all he could get out before he was hanging up the phone and burying a hand in Ransom’s hair, sliding the other down his body until he could grab his ass and jiggle it before giving it a good smack.

Ransom was a mewling, keening mess by the time the elevator doors opened to the penthouse, panting desperately and flushed and having difficulty keeping his feet when Ari started shoving him back towards the bedroom. The man had been right, he felt like he was going to explode just from the rough kisses and greedy touches, he was probably going to go into a coma once they got to the good stuff.

“You want me to eat that pretty little pussy, boy?” Ransom yelped when Ari threw him onto the bed after stripping him out of his clothes in a rush while he pulled out his phone to start filming, growling at the sight of the younger man in nothing but his feminine little wine red thong. “Show it to me.”

Ransom whimpered as he turned slowly onto his stomach while Ari watched, making a show of arching his back while he drew his knees up to his chest until he was basically presenting for the older man. He bit his lip and peeked over his shoulder when he heard Ari let out an appreciative groan at the sight of him sliding the thin strip of fabric to the side while he spread his cheeks, giggling when he strode forward and grabbed his hip harshly with his free hand.

“Christ, look at that.” Ari purred when Ransom moaned at the feel of him spitting right on his twitching skin, his pretty hole winking for the camera while he keened when Ari slapped his ass hard. “No wonder your Daddy’s so happy all the damn time, you fucking spoil her with this shit, don’t you?” Ari let out a grunt when Ransom’s only response was a thin mewl, setting the camera on the end table so it had a good view of that sweet ass as he kneeled behind Ransom. “Let’s give her a good show, yeah?”

He didn’t have any chance to prepare before Ari was burying his face between his cheeks, the older man growling against his skin as he dragged his tongue all over his fluttering hole before sucking on it lewdly. The scrape of his teeth over his soft skin had Ransom’s eyes falling closed, his back arching more as he ground his ass back against Ari’s face and let out soft needy sounds.

Ari loved how fucking desperate Ran got when he was drunk, could truly understand why you called him puppy when he was whining and wiggling and begging him to keep going. Ransom stretched his arms above his head and keened when Ari leaned back and spat on him again, rubbing his cheek against the comforter when he nipped at his clenching hole before pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses all over his ass.

When he ducked lower to suck on his balls, Ransom knew he was going to explode, his breath coming in shallow pants as his cock twitched where it was pinned against his abs by the band of his panties. Then he shoved a finger from each hand inside him and yanked him open so he could spit inside him and Ransom could feel tears leaking down his cheeks, his precum running down his abs like a faucet when Ari pushed his tongue inside him and started fucking him with it.

Ransom whined obscenely when he finally came, his toes curling as Ari’s tongue kept punching into his fluttering hole while the older man groaned appreciatively. He could feel his cum soaking the front of his panties and abs as his cock twitched slowly, another shiver traveling up his spine when the older man gave his balls a harsh squeeze before he rose up on his knees.

“That’s it honey, such a good fucking boy.” Ari grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread Ransom wide, purring at the sight of his pretty hole twitching and winking at him while he just panted into the mattress. “Look at that pretty little pussy, so fucking wet and needy, making a mess all over this bed. Think I should make you squirt, boy?”

“Oh god, please.” Ransom’s eyes rolled back in head when he felt Ari’s thick cock slap against the curve of his ass, keening when he hooked his thumb into his ass and pulled. “Fuck me, sir, fill my tight little pussy up til it’s leaking. Wanna feel you for the rest of the weekend.”

“Yeah, you want it bad?” Ari grabbed Ransom by his throat and yanked him up until his chest was pressed to his back, biting his ear harshly until the younger man started grinding desperately against him. “Want me to fuck this sweet little cunt raw until she’s gaping and ruined? Let’s hope we don’t piss your daddy off, she’d kick both our asses.”

That was all the warning Ransom had before Ari shoved his hips forward and impaled him on his cock, all the breath getting pushed out of his lungs as every muscle in his core spasmed at the sudden intrusion. Ari shoved his fingers in his mouth and groaned in his ear while he started driving into him, nuzzling at his cheek as he set a vicious pace and his other hand dug into his waist.

It was taking all his focus not to black out, he felt like he was getting ripped in half in the best way. Every thrust had Ari’s dick dragging over his swollen prostate, Ransom letting out small yelps each time his hips slapped against his ass while he drooled all over his chin and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Ransom squealed when Ari pulled out of him in a rush and flipped him over, grabbing his knees and holding himself open as the larger man lined himself up again. He groaned when Ari slammed back into him, arching his back to meet each punch of his hips and whining when his cock started leaking all over his abs.

“God, you’re already a fucking mess, honey.” Ari leaned over him and cupped his cheek gently, a sharp contrast to the way his hips were definitely going to be leaving bruises on his ass. “You gonna make an even bigger one? Gonna squirt all over yourself while I fill this pretty little pussy?”

“Yes sir.” Ransom gasped when Ari ground into his ass, humming when he shoved his fingers into his open mouth and swirling his tongue around them. “Please, fill my pussy.”

“Mmm, such a messy boy.” Ari gave him a soft kiss before straightening up, biting his lip and purring when he got a look at his cum dribbling out of Ransom’s swollen and abused hole. Ransom just hummed as he sank further into the mattress, running his hands lazily over his cum covered torso while Ari grabbed the phone. “C’mon honey, show your Daddy how pretty you look then we’ll get you cleaned up.”

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designatedbreadbox · 2 years ago

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Menace in the Room

Fem!Ghostface x Reader

A/N: Based from this post! This concept is what immediately came to mind when I saw it. I tried keeping this short but that didn't happen. 😅 @bisexual-horror-fan hope you like this!

Wordcount: 2,115

TW: Character death, Swearing, Implications of past home invasion, Home Invasion, Implications of past stalking, Slight dehumanization

The sound effects of the movie echoed throughout the empty house. Light from the TV screen illuminated your face as every light and lamp in the house was turned off in order to keep the horror atmosphere alive. Curtains were drawn to prevent any late-night snoopy neighbours or wayfarers from catching a glimpse through the windows. You subconsciously leaned in closer to the screen, buttered fingers gripping the bowl in anticipation for the upcoming drama. As per typical theater tradition, the soda you were once drinking had gone flat since you neglected it in favor of the movie.

You jumped from your spot on the couch in surprise as the killer had unsuspectingly shepherd the victim into an unsavory position; pinned hard against the floor, movements restricted to desperate struggling. Despite the current volume the TV had, you gently swayed closer as if the few inches of movement would enhance your hearing abilities.

"Urgh! What do you want from me?!!? Son of a- let me go!"

"Now now. Is that anyway to talk to a lover? You were so gracious enough to let me inside your home." His voice sounded so tender and soft, almost as if he wasn't about to make them meet their maker. The killer gingerly rubbed the victim's cheek, a gross mockery of two lovers on a date.

"I didn't let in shit! I didn't do anything to you, so why are you doing this to me!?" The victim struggled harder to break free to no avail with tears filling their eyes. Rapid blinking did little to get rid of them.

"You know I'm doing this for you, baby. There's beauty in death and sweetheart, don't you want to be beautiful? To forever be immortalized as a work of art?" Blade now in hand, the killer raised his arm and angled his body to get a better view of the victim, ignoring their hollow pleas of forgiveness for cruel actions they had no knowledge of. The killer plunged the knife into-

Ring, ring, ring~!

"Ah!???" You shouted as the phone broke concentration to the film.

Ring, ring, ring~!

That fucking phone. Grumbling in annoyance, you wiped your hands on your pajama pants and grabbed the remote to pause the movie. You didn't allow the other party the oppurtunity to speak.

"Who is this? What do you want?"

"Not even a 'hello'? How rude. I'm hurt!"

And just who were they to police how you answered the phone?

"Excuse me? Who do you thi- "

"I just want to ask one question. Surely, you can give me that right~ ♪?"

Wait. This was how the victims died; according to rumors, it always started with a phone call. Oh, fuck no. You immediately hung up the phone, paranoia sinking its claws into you. Not even a minute had passed before the phone rang again, filling you with a lack of security. You froze in place, watching it ring until it stopped. Without missing a beat, you dashed upstairs to your room, grabbing the baseball bat for protection.

Tap, tap, tap.

No. Fucking. Way. Raising the bat into a offensive stance, you traipse to the tapping noise coming from the kitchen window. One hand hesitantly pulled back the curtains for you to see the not-so-mysterious caller. Icy adrenaline ran through your veins as she stood there, one hand on her hips with the other holding a phone as she waved at you from the backyard. She raised the phone to her ear then pointed at you, signaling she wants you to pick up. You watched as she slowly punched in the numbers and pressed call. She didn't have to wait this time.

"Back with an answer? Did I do something to upset you? Just say the word and I'll fix it~♪"

"I... I want.. you", Tension and fear spliced your words. "I want you to get the fuck out of my backyard."

" ...Okay."

Silence on the other end. Seconds felt like centuries, the bat becoming heavier as more time passed. She was still on the line; that much was certain. While you debated hanging up again, a faint thud grabbed you attention. Your worst possible fears were realized the moment you heard it. As you creeped your way through the dark hallway, you strained to hear any possible indicator that may help you locate her in your home. It was a seemingly impossible task, unfortunately, as the only thing you could hear was your beating heart.

A vague silhouette resembling a picture frame laid on the ground. Placing the phone on the floor, you patted the wall frantically trying to find the light switch, glancing over your shoulder in case she might be sneaking up on you. Once found, nothing happened when you flicked the switch. Repeating the motion did nothing.

A sickening feeling in your gut rose and festered, clouding your brain in a distorted haze. If she cut the circuit, got into your house, and knocked over a picture frame... then it's reasonable to assume she's biding her time. No, she is biding her time, and she used the picture frame as a diversion.

"You know, you should know better than to leave your window unlocked. It's so~ easy to get inside your bedroom. Hey, speaking of bedroom, why don't we "chill" together? Your bed seems big enough for us both after all~♪" Her voiced chirped through the phone, a layer of malice underlying her words.

This was double-edged sword. Perhaps in another situation, preferably one where you weren't being taunted with murder in your own home, you would've considered her explicit suggestion. She could simply be talking about your room, or be physically in your room. It was a gamble. So, why not humor her? "Alright, sit tight princess. I'll be right there."

Just when you reached the top of the stairs, a dark blob sprung around the corner and pushed you down the stairs. As you tumbled down the stairs, the bat flew to the floor and landed a good distance away from you. A few bruises and one throbbing head later, you squinted to see her sitting on the steps, resting her masked face on one hand with the other holding a knife. Perhaps announcing your impending arrival wasn't the best nor smartest decision you've made in your life.

The chances of you getting out of this with minor injuries is slim to none. It's possible you still have a fighting chance to get out of this alive, but based off movies, how often has that worked out? Everything about her was relaxed, simply watching you as you quickly tried working out an escape route. It was a standoff to see who would move first.

The will to see the morning sun again gave you the resolve to madly dash towards the bat. Your action came at the cost of experiencing a white-hot pain shoot through your calf. In a mindless motion, you fiercely gripped the bat and swung it over your shoulder, successfully connecting the blow to her head. She groaned in pain, holding onto the wall for support.

What few seconds you gained was used trying to stand yourself upright against your body's wish. Although the tv screen provided light, you opted to not see the damage, focusing on possibly knocking her out cold. How, though? Both cars are gone, front door is locked, and your leg is shit now.

Steadying yourself with your good leg, you brought down the bat hard. She fell to the floor again, not expecting you to get up so soon. Quickly hobbling to the door, you began unlocking and opening the door only for it to be slammed shut. Not even a second later, two more deep wounds joined the one one on your leg.

The sudden, erupting pain blocked you from thinking rational thoughts as your attention was now turned to how fast she caught up. She took advantage of your confusion, digging her gloves fingernails into your now injures shoulder and roughly pushed you to the floor. You barely had time to register what was happening before she was straddling you, a muffed giggle leaving her masked mouth. Your cloudy mind drifted to a scene in the movie you were watching before the nightmare started.

"How.. how did you get into my house?" You weakly tried to make sentences through the pain. "I made sure everything was locked."

She tilted her head. "Isn't it obvious? I gotta make sure I know my babes before I see 'em♪! How else can a girl prepare to surprise those she holds dear♪?"

She continued talking which bordered on monologuing, something about how easy it was to figure out where you lived and how little self-preservation you have. You did your best to listen and meet where you figured her eyes would be, but as the adrenaline was slowly wearing off, it took half a thought to realize just how.. revealing her outfit was. The most sensible part of her attire was the boots and mask. Her chest was closer to you then anything else, something she picked up on as she cut herself short mid-sentence. Something that became even more embarrisingly obvious with how deep your face flushed.

"Couldn't keep your eyes off, hm? I don't blame you for having exquisite taste after all♪"

If she was trying to convey a wink through speech, she succeeded. Beneath the ironic humor and playfullness of the situation lays the disturbing realization that this was going to be your final moment. There was no real way for you to fight back, nor any way for you to hopefully stun her long enough to make it to a neighbour's house.

At your final moments, you were going to die alone on the floor with no dreams of an imaginary help ever arriving. Being the independent person you are, your neighbours may not even realize something is amiss in their sleepy neighbourhood. They don't know that tomorrow morning, your family are going to come home to see a tragedy in their living room.

The grim reality plummeted your vision of getting out this alive to the point where you relaxed in the killer's grip. If she felt the difference, which she most certainly did, she didn't say anything about it. Everything grew eerily quiet. Light from the movie seemed to dim, surrendering to the darkness that's occupying the once vibrant home you grew up in.

Your voice was whispering despite that it's only the two of you there. "Just what did I do to you?"

You caught how her breath hitched. How she stiffened ever so slightly, how the grip she has on her knife tightened by a fraction. Begging for their lives', insults, and asking that damn question was something she came to expect and love. Acceptance of their death wasn't. It not only ruins the fun, but it gives a chilling reminder that the 'people' she kills have a family too. Sympathy is a feeling that's discarded once she dons the mask. And she hates how it makes her almost pity them. Almost.

"No reason♪. Do we need a reason to do everything nowadays?"

Bullshit. You opened your mouth to voice your opinion; however, she continued.

"You know, I'm getting hit with déjà vu. Reminds me of a scene from Phantom Knight's Reprisal. Don't you agree?"

Bloodloss prevented you from speaking further.

"You really hate me, huh? I can see why. I put so much fear into you, the silent treatment is only fair. Oh, well!"

She shifted to get more comfortable, an indication of the night's grand finale. The amount of bloodshed her readied blade has seen is unknown, and still is unknown as one more poor soul will join the rest. "Don't worry, baby. If an immortalized work of art is what you desire, then a work of art you shall be. You will never be forgotten."

. . .

A small crowd gathered in front of the humble house. Police cars helped act as a barricade against the curious and frightened crowd. News vans and reporters pushed against the yellow tape, persistently trying to get any piece of information. Crime scene cleaners darted in and around the house, making sure not to leave a single piece of evidence behind.

The crisp morning air felt freezing cold against family's faces. Cameras flashed rapidly, desperate to not miss a single moment as the now grief-stricken family exited the home.

Childrens' eyes were covered by their parents, teens gossiping somberly as they passed. Some people blame the police for lack of safety and security while other assure the opposite. Their differing opinions created a quiet chatter amongst the crowd. And unbeknownst to everyone, there was a small smile on a girl who passed that one would ever see.

#female ghostface #fem!ghostface x reader #gn reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #slasher x reader

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integra1127grimmreaper · 2 years ago

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Love, Pissed Situation - P.I.C Pt3 (John Winchester)

Series Masterlist

Part 2

Warning: swearing, mention of smut, angst

Note: This was initially supposed to be a one shot and then a three part short story but it grew a mind of it’s own and I had to split the final part in two😅

Y/N - your name

Y/N/N - your nickname

Summary: Part 3 of Partners In Crime. Things between the Reader and John become even more tense as they try to deal with their feeling for each other.

Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

You avoided both Dean and John like the plague for the two days you were off, not wanting to go into detail about the undercover case with Dean and you didn't know what to say or how to react around John.

By the time the new week started the case had become old news, so you managed to dodge that bullet were Dean was concerned. No new cases had come up yet then either, so your interactions with John could be limited without seeming odd. One thing you found odd though, was that John seemed to be coming around the apartment a lot more often than usual these days.

Thursday Evening

You had just finished up with the day's reports when John walked over to your desk. "You ready to go?" Removing your gun from the desk draw, you furrow your brows at him in question.

"It's Thursday" John answers your silent question. "Uh.... Yeah, I'm gonna have to pass on Pub night" you tell him.

With a tilt of the head, John narrows his eyes at you, "is something wrong?"

Rubbing at your temple, you quickly come up with a lie, "yeah... feels like I have a migraine on the way."

John frowns in concern at your response, "you shouldn't be driving then. Come on, I'll take you home."

"No!" you almost jump out of your seat in a panic. John eyes seem to narrow even more then by your reaction to his offer.

Realizing your mistake, you quickly compose yourself, rubbing at your temple a bit harder. "Um, what I mean; is that it's not that bad yet. I can feel it coming but I'm still ok to drive myself home."

"Ok..." John responds, "be safe on your way then and let me know once you're home."

Grabbing your bag, you flash him a faint smile, "will do."

You were lazily lounging about in the living-room; snacking on ice-cream while watching tv, when your phone's message alert went off. Looking at the screen, you see that it was from John. Grimacing at the phone, you decide to ignore it and enjoy your personal time instead.

An hour later, you got up to grab some more snacks and check your phone once again."

Upon opening it, you found two more text messages from John, as well as a missed call. The text were of him asking whether you had made it home safely, how you were feeling and lastly; why weren't you responding.

"Since when is he so concerned about me?" you frown at the phone in surprised confusion. Shrugging if off, you head back to your spot in the lounge.

It was after 10pm when you heard the front door being unlocked, lifting your head up from the couch; you were surprised to see Dean dragging a yet again drunk John through the door.

Getting up from the couch, you raise a brow at Dean, "Again?"

"Hey..." Dean greets you, "thought you were sick."

"Uh, yeah. Took a migraine cocktail and slept it off, decided to veg in front of the tv a bit then after" you lied to Dean, immediately you change the topic thereafter. "You're back even earlier than last week..."

"About that..." Dean flashes you a huge grin, "could you take care of him please. I kind of have someone waiting downstairs in the car."

Rolling your eyes at Dean, you nod, taking hold of John from him, "go before I change my mind."

"Thanks" Dean gives you a huge smile, "owe you one!" he calls out shutting the door behind him.

"Jesus, you're heavy..." you mutter leading John to the couch, his responds; a soft moan while you had to basically drag his ass.

Just as you finally reached the couch; you let out a loud cry of panic as John shifted his weight, causing you to trip over both his and your feet. You gasp out in shock as you fall back first onto the couch with John landing on top of you.

"Fuck" you groan out at the weight of John lying on top of you, while attempting to get out from underneath him, "I take it back... you ain't heavy, you're fucking heavy!"

Realizing that your technique in trying to get out from underneath him was a lost cause, you had no choice but to wake him up. "John..." you tap him on the shoulder, "wake up."

John response; a low moan as he burrows his face into the side of your neck. You attempt a second try, this time lightly slapping his cheek, "John. Wake up!"

John lets out a heavy groan, his weight shifting on top of you as he raises his head to stare into your face. "Hi... baby..." John goofily grins down at you in his drunken state.

Caught off-guard for a second, you instantly shake it off; believing that John was mistaking you for someone else. "John, you need to get up so I can get out from underneath you..." you groan out in frustration at the position you were in as you tried to push him off of you.

Almost innocently, John tilts his head, frowning down at you, "why?" pressing you further into the couch, he goes back to burrowing his face into your neck. "This is very comfortable right now..." John mumbles, pressing kisses into your neck, "you're so warm and soft..."

"John..." your breath hitches in your throat as he lazily nipped at your flesh. "You have to stop. You're drunk and you do-" your words suddenly turn into a moan when John slid the strap of your nightgown down, taking a nipple into his mouth.

Fuck. You shut your eyes closed in pleasure as you buried your fingers deep into John's hair, holding onto his head while he paid close attention to your breasts with his mouth.

You were so lost in the moment that you never even noticed when John had released himself from his pants nor when he slid your panties to the side. Your eyes suddenly snap open as you gasp out in surprise when John enters you with a hard thrust of his hips. Your nails digging deep into his scalp at the force of it as he groans out against your chest in pleasure.

The Next Day

Stepping out of the shower, you wipe clear the steam clouded mirror; your eyes immediately landing on the marks on your neck left by John the night before. "Great..." you grumble out to yourself. If the chances of you possibly being pregnant wasn't high before, it definitely was even more so now.

After getting dressed and covering your neck with makeup; you knew Dean would immediately pickup the marks and questions would be asked, you head out of the bedroom to check on your 'guest'.

Heading straight for the kitchen, you begin making breakfast; you know both Winchester men would be in disparate need of caffeine in order to be functional. You were busy at the stove when the sound of Dean's bedroom door opening was heard. "Morning..." Dean yawned out in greeting, immediately heading for the coffee.

"Sup..." you raise the spatula in your hand in greeting, "wake up 'sleeping beauty' will ya."

"K..." Dean lets out another yawn, heading with two coffee cups to the living-room.

"Here you go" you sit a plate down in front of John. "Thanks" he mutters, pinching at the bridge of his nose; clearly feeling the aftermath of last night's drinking.

"I'll drop you off at the pub to get your car so that you can go home to change" you offer John once breakfast was done.

"Maybe you should leave fresh clothes over here for the next time" Dean snickers at his father's predicament, John glares at him in response.

The drive to the pub was a weirdly quite one, you weren't sure of how to place John's behaviour of this morning compared to that of the night before; it was almost as if what happened between the two of you never happened at all.

Your attention was on the road as you drove, yet your curiosity of wanting to know John's take about last night was weighing heavy over you; deciding to bite the bullet, you casually remark. "You ok over there?"

"Mhmm..." John hums out, eyes closed as he rested his head back against the car set.

Sneaking a side peek at him, you push further. "You really went hard on the liquor last night, didn't ya." John groans in response. "So... remember much about the night?"

One eye pops open as John turns to look at you, "honestly..." he pauses for second to think, "last thing I remember; is Dean taking me to your place."

"Ok..." so he doesn't remember that the two of you had sex last night. Not sure on how to react to that realization, you drop the topic instantly and continue the rest of the drive in silences.

John let out a heavy sigh as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, "you're a real ASSHOLE , John Winchester" he whispered to his reflection. The guilt of having lied to Y/N weighing heavily on his conscience.

At first when he had woken up this morning, John had believed the happenings of last night to be a dream. But once he had gotten up and noticed the fastenings of his pants were undone and the flashbacks had hit full force and clearly; John knew then it wasn't a dream at all.

Truth was; John felt like he had forced you into the situation and for that reason only he had lied about not remembering at all, the shame of what he had done was too much to admit his wrong doing.

The other times you guys had sex was something that was easily explained without John admitting his feeling for you but last night's, couldn't be, not without either having to admit the truth to you or having to use the excuse that he was drunk. So, in order to prevent any conflict; John decided to pretend that he couldn't remember anything about it instead.

"A total ASSHOLE..." John shakes his head in disappointment at his reflection one last time before leaving the bathroom to finish getting ready for work.

Following Thursday Evening

After the third week of avoiding Pub night, you ran out of excuses and therefore had to eventually cave in and go.

"What the heck is wrong with you?" Dean stares at you bug-eyed as you sipped the glass of juice you had ordered.

Furrowing your brows at him in confusion, you set the glass down. "What do you mean?"

"You're drinking a glass of juice..." Dean points at your glass, "but without the Vodka."

"Oh..." you pause a bit to think of a response, "I'm on a detox diet, so staying away from alcohol for a bit."

Dean looks at you as if you were an alien or something, "you're usually drinking grown men under the table and now you're suddenly not touching a drop of alcohol? That's weird..."

Chuckling at his logic, you respond, "Girl's gotta look after herself..."

"So, how are things going at work?" Sam starts getting the conversation flowing.

"Ee..." Dean shrugs in response, "only had two cases drop on my desk this week, so it's been mostly quiet."

There's a long pause after that, looking up from your glass; you then realise Dean and Sam were looking to either you or John to continue. "Oh" you snap into attention when John doesn't respond; his attention seeming somewhere else as he blankly stared into the glass of Whiskey in front of him.

"A few small busts here and there but nothing major" you reply, "how's things going your side of the world?"

"Same old, same old" Same shrugs and you nod at him in understanding.

"Everything ok, Dad?" Dean looks at John, "you're being pretty quiet over there."

"Huh? Looking up from his glass and realizing all eyes were directed at him, John faintly smiles, "just spaced out for a sec."

"Probably deciding on whether you should choose the blonde or the red head" Dean winks, referring to the group of women eyeing them from across the room.

John lets out a deep chuckle and you drop your head then, focusing instead on your drink once again. Of course, he is. Same old story every week. You disappointedly think to yourself.

Looking at your watch, you noticed that the first hour had already passed; which meant 'booty call' hour would soon be approaching. Not wanting to witness the agonizing torture of John leaving with one of those women, you decide to make your departure first.

Grabbing your bag, you take some money and place it on the table, "guys, I think I'm going to call it an early night."

"What... so soon already?" Dean looks up at you a bit surprised as you put your jacket on.

"Yeah, feeling a bit tired" you lie.

"That's because you were drinking that crap instead of your usual" Dean points to your half empty juice glass.

You scrunch your noise and stick your tongue out at him, "whatever, dickhead."

"But I'm your dickhead..." Dean grins up at you.

You chuckle, tousling his hair up with your fingers, "that ya are..." Looking towards John then, you notice his narrowed gaze as he silently watched up you. "Uh..." your gaze drops for a second as you try to compose yourself, lifting it back up you faintly smile at them, "goodnight fellas."

Next Morning

You were sitting at the kitchen counter, eating breakfast while you went through work on your laptop. "Morning..." Dean yawns out upon entering, heading straight for the coffee as usual of course.

"Sup" you throw a peace sign up in the air while you continued to concentrate on your work, "breakfast's in the microwave."

"Thanks" Dean yawns out once again, lazily scratching at his waist.

Dean takes a seat and pause what you were doing to look at him then, "I'm surprised that we didn't have a 'guest' last night."

"I didn't stick around that long after you left" Dean replies, "grabbed myself the brunette and hightailed it out of there before he got heavy into the liquor."

"Oh" you blink in surprise.

"Yeah, I think when I left, he was still contemplating on either the blonde or the red head" Dean snickered. "But if he chose to drink himself into a stupider again instead, either way; he was Sam problem last night."

You silently nod at him in response and turn your attention back at what you had been doing.

As the day's went by, you found being around John had became even more unbearable than usual. As if having to work with him wasn't hard enough; he had started making the habit of dropping by the apartment to spend time with Dean a lot more than usual.

The only consolation you had; was that no new major cases had come up that required the expertise of both John and you. Which meant that you wouldn't be thrown into another undercover case anytime soon, giving you at least that little bit of breathing space.

Thursday Evening

"Ya still on that detox diet?" Dean raises a brow at your glass of juice.

"Yeah" you chuckle at his fascial expression, raising the glass in the air "here's to trying to get healthy..."

"I think it's very admirable that you're doing it" Sam defends you against Dean.

"Thanks, Sam" you faintly smile at his remark. Not like I can just come out and say; the reason why I'm not drinking is because I might be pregnant. You silently think to yourself.

Sometime later during the evening; Dean nudges your side to get your attention, "what?" you glare at him in annoyance.

"Looks like you have an admire..." Dean bounces his brows suggestively at you, referring to the guy that was staring at the table from across the room.

"Phew- yeah right" you roll your eyes at Dean.

"C'mon... why not?" Dean pushes, "when last have you even been on a date?"

"I'm perfectly fine as I am..." you reply.

"Yeah right" Dean mumbles in response, sipping at his drink, "bet ya haven't gotten laid in ages..."

You gasp out in slight embracement at Dean's remark, but your reaction wasn't as bad as John's; who had ended up spitting his drink out all over Dean.

"Eww... Dad!" Dean whines out, wiping the liquid off his face and shirt.

"Serves ya right" you cackle out at his state, while John still continued on to cough as if choking on air.

"You ok there, Dad?" Sam pats John on the back to help him.

"Yeah" John waves his hand about trying to get Sam to stop, "yeah, I'm fine." He turns his attention to Dean, "Dean, I don't really think that's any of your business."

"Why not?" Dean responds in earnest, "she knows about all my hook ups."

"That's because you tell me about them" you answer, "even when I don't want to know about it."

"Well, you're my big SIS..." Dean states with a shrug, "whom else am I going to tell about them?"

"Maybe me?" Sam answers looking a little offended.

"Oh, oh! Don't look now!" Dean suddenly taps on your shoulder like a teenager, "your admirer's coming this way!"

Annoyed at Dean's childish behaviour, you swat his hands off your shoulders; which ended up with the two of you having a hand swatting war. The battle between Dean and you was soon interrupted by the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat beside you.

Freezing in mid-air swat, you turn around to face the person, "hi..." you grin at him, eyes big as you try to think of what to do next.

"I hope I'm not interrupting?" the man asks.

"Um..." you blink at him, lost at words for a second, "no... No, you're not."

The man smiles at your response, "would you mind if I bought you a drink then?"

"She'd love it!" Dean answers for you with a smirk, "but she's on a detox diet, so it'll have to be juice."

"That's fine by me" the man chuckles, "do you come here often?" he then starts making small conversation with you.

Deciding not to be rude, you respond with a smile, "we're here every Thursday to destress from work."

"Cool..." the man smiles at you, "what kind of work do you do?"

"Myself, Dean..." you then point to Dean, "and John..." you suddenly pause when you notice the narrowed glare you were getting from John but choose to ignore it instead, "um... we're cops and Sam is a lawyer."

"Cool" the guy smirks jokingly, "so if I ever get arrested, I can ask for you then?"

"Hahaha..." you chuckle, "doubt it would work, but you can try."

Becoming frustrated at having to watch Y/N and another guy hitting it off, John excuses himself to head for the restroom.

As he exited out of the restroom, John was abruptly stopped by an attractive blonde that looked to be in her late thirties. "Hi there handsome..." she twirled a strand of hair with an index finger, staring flirtishly up at him.

At first John was going to politely decline her but then he noticed Y/N was watching the two them at that moment. "Say... would you like to join me at my table?" John flashes his dimples at the blonde. Let's see if she likes it when the tables are turned. John silently smirks to himself as he leads the blonde back to their table.

With furrowed brows, you watched as John walked back over to the table with the blonde that had approached him, deciding that you definitely did not want to be around any interactions between those two; you turn towards your admirer, "How about a dance?" and just as John and his latest hook up reaches the table, you grab the hand of your admirer and drag him off to the dance floor.

"Seems like Y/N/N and her admirer are hitting it off" Dean smirks at them as they dance to the slow music playing.

"Yeah, this is the first time in long time that I've seen her accept someone's attention" Sam smiles.

"Looks like someone's getting lucky tonight..." Dean snickers, "guess the itch was getting too strong."

John was silently seething with jealously as he watched Y/N dancing with the other man, paying no attention at all to what the blonde next to him was babbling on about.

"Oh! Oh! Look!" Dean taps Sam on the arm in excitement, "someone's getting fresh over there" he smirks, eyes bouncing suggestively as the man's hands drop lower onto Y/N's ass. John suddenly slams his opens palms hard onto the table.

"Whoa..." Dean looks at his father in surprised confusion, "you ok there, Dad?"

"Ahem..." John clears his throat to compose himself, "just had a leg cramp" he tries to wave things off.

The music stops, Y/N broadly smiles and laughs at the man as they make their way back to the table. Fuck this shit. John scowls at their interactions, grabbing money from his wallet to pay for his drinks; taking hold of the blonde's hand and dragging her along with him out the Pub.

"Guess the itch got him too" you hear Dean remark when you reach the table. Frowning at the statement, your mood was completely destroyed after having confirmed what you thought when you saw John leaving with the blonde.

Not wanting to be where you were at the moment anymore, you thanked your admirer for the company and bid everyone a goodnight.

During your drive home, you couldn't help but suddenly begin to start crying as your mind drifted to thoughts of what John must be doing with that blonde right now. How could someone that you loved so much, make you feel so miserable?

As the days went by after that night things between John and yourself seemed to become distant, he started treating you coldly; only interacting with you if necessary and plain out ignoring you otherwise.

Things had gotten so bad that you completely stopped going to Pub night's, always coming up with some excuse as to why you couldn't make it. Not that it was a loss for you, watching John with other women on a regular basis was too much to handle and you really didn't the energy to pretend to be enjoying yourself when all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry.

It had even come to a point where Sam had sent you a text to ask if everything was ok between John and you; it seem that John had started becoming visibly pissed each time your name was mentioned during Pub night's. You, not wanting to let it be known that he was the reason behind your absence from those night's, of course lied to Sam; saying everything was perfectly fine and that you either had too much to do or weren't feeling well.

It's not like you could say; no, things between your father and I are not ok. That watching him hooking up with other women was slowly killing you, especially after the two of you had slept together multiple times now. No, things weren't ok, because he was threating you like shit and was being a complete asshole towards you. No, you couldn't do that, your misery was yours and yours alone.

Eventually you couldn't handle the situation with John anymore after he had openly snapped at you one day at work. Coming to the realization that things were not going to improve with John's attitude towards you, you made the decision to go to your Captain and ask for to be reassigned a new partner.

Word must have finally gotten around that 'the magical duo' were longer together, when one evening Dean came home and he asked you about it.

"Hey" Dean greeted you, dropping his keys on the counter as he took a seat.

"Sup" you returned the greeting as you prepared dinner for the two of you.

"Ahem..." Dean clears his throat, "so... I heard Dad and you got assigned new partners."

You suddenly pause what you were doing, taking a deep breath; you head to the refrigerator to grab a beer. "Yeah... we did" you respond, placing the beer in front of Dean, "Captain wanted your father to take the new rookie under his wing, so he decided to partner me with Jones."

You felt like a complete asshole lying to your best friend, but it wasn't entirely a lie. The Captain did assign the rookie to John for those reasons, but it was you that had put the idea forth to him when you had asked for a new partner. You had also begged him not to let it be known that you had personally asked for the change, luckily for you the Captain had seen how John was treating you and gladly agreed to it all.

"Oh" Dean nods in understanding, "for a second there I thought; Dad and you fighting or something."

"Nope..." you plastered on a fake smile, "everything's fine..."

"Good" Dean sighs in relief, "couldn't have two of the three most important people in life hating each other."

This time with a genuine smile, you tousle Dean's hair, "aww... love you, dickhead..."

"Love you too, dumbass" Dean smiles up at you.

Part 4

tags: @melixson @regalbanshee

#john winchester #john winchester x reader #john winchester x you #detective john winchester #detective reader #supernatural #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #JDM

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fluffomatic · 3 years ago

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The Cure for Nightmares

Was able to clear my head enough to write a quick fic to feed my current obsession. Suprising what you can think up at unreasonable hours! Plus, lee!Sal is enough to help me ignore the pain I'm in 😅 Hope yall enjoy!

Fandom: Sally Face

Characters: Sal and Larry (mention of Lisa and Henry)

Relationships: Larry and Sal (strictly platonic!!!) Henry x Lisa (very very brief mention)

Word Count: 1,763

Summary: Larry's night is interrupted when Sal comes to him for help. Luckily, Larry has the perfect solution!

Warning: This is a tickle fic! If u don't like that please don't read. Thanks!

Larry dips his brush into the paint next to him, moving it to the canvas and adding the last couple of strokes to his painting. As he finished he sets the brush down and claps. "You've done it again Larry." He sighs, admiring his own work. He stretches in his seat, letting out a huge yawn. He pulls his phone out to check the time.

"2:29 AM"

"Oh shit. Must've lost track of time." He slowly stands up, letting the blood rush back into his tingly legs. Man how long has he been sitting there now? At least a couple hours he thinks. He throws on a tee and some comfy shorts, shuts off the light and dramatically flops into his bed. His eyes just flutter closed when he heard it. It was soft, very very soft. If his room wasn't as quiet as it was he doubts he would've heard it. A knock. Then another soft knock. He assumed whoever it was didn't know if they were sure of their decision. Nevertheless he stands up and walks to the door. As he creaks it open he sees the cause of the noise. A small figure turning and beginning to walk away.

"Sally? Bro what's going on? Where're ya going?" He places a hand on Sal's shoulder to stop him, causing the latter to flinch. "S-Sorry Larry...I....didn't mean to wake you up." "Dude I wasn't even asleep yet. What are you doing u- oh. Was it another nightmare?" He pulls Sal a little closer and turns him so they're facing each other, thats when he noticed. Sal isn't wearing his prosthetic or his glass eye. It was clear he was in a rush to get down here. "Must've been a bad one..." Larry whispers to himself. "Come on bro. Let's talk." He pulls the younger boy into his room and shuts the door. He signals Sal to sit on his bed. As he does Larry quickly fills the empty spot next to him.

"You look terrible man. Talk to me." Larry places a comforting hand on Sals shoulder, then is shocked when the poor kid bursts into tears. Sal quickly starts wiping his face to stop them but they won't stop coming, only making him cry harder. At first Larry could only watch, Sal rarely broke down in front of him, and when he did it was never this bad. Fuck that nightmare must have really gotten to him. He shook himself out of his thoughts, he had a much bigger task at hand now. Larry gently pulls Sal into his chest, wrapping his arms around his tiny, shaking frame. Sal tenses for a brief moment before he quickly throws his arms around Larry, sobbing heavily into his chest. "It's alright man it's okay. You're safe now I'm here. I've got you lil bro." Larry coos comforts softly into Sal's ear, running his hand up and down his back. "M-M-My fault- I-It wa was my hnngh I-I" he sobs, voice coming out in squeaky hiccups. "No. No dude it wasn't. It wasn't your fault dude I promise. You're okay. You're okay." Larry begins to rock the small boy back and forth, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. The two stay like this for what feels like an hour, Sal's sobbing slowly quieting down into soft hiccups until eventually he slowly pulls away.

"You okay man. How're feeling?" Larry quickly asks, a slight worried tone to his voice. "I....I don't...I feel b-bad but...better." Sal wipes his eye. "Fuck I'm s-so sorry dude I....I know I should've dealt w-with this but I couldn't c-calm down I just w-wanted to see y-you. Fuck I feel like a damn kid" Larry grabs him by the shoulder, forcing the boy to look him in the eyes. "No. Don't be sorry. You know I'm always here for you dude. There's no way I'm gonna let you deal with this shit on your own. Capeesh?" Sal can't help but smile, another tear falling down his face. "C-Capeesh." He chuckles and wipes the traitor away. "I should probably let you get back to bed. I don't want to wake up Lisa." Larry scoffs "Nah dude I'm not letting you out of my sight! Plus, moms out right now. Remember she went out for dinner with your dad last night? Pretty sure she's still with 'im." Sal fakes a gag. "Eww don't remind me." He giggles and gently slaps Larry's leg. The taller boy let's out a dramatic gasp "How rude Sally Face! And to think I was gonna give you the perfect cure for your nightmares." Sal tilts his head in confusion. "Cure? What on earth are you talking about?" Larry lets out a small snicker. "Well you're lucky I love you so much bro. I'll let you in on this little secret. Some say there's an ancient ritual, one that, if it's preformed correctly, will wash away all bad thoughts!" Sal looks at his brother with skepticism. "Yeaaah right dude. And what is this 'ritual?'" Sal asks, using finger quotes as he says ritual. Larry smirks, placing a hand on Sals arm. "Wanna try? I'm positive it'll help you." Sal shrugs "Sure dude. What do I've got to lOSE!" Sal gasps as he's forcefully pulled over next to Larry, back softly hitting his mattress.

"Gah L-Larry! A little warning next...w-what are you doing?" Sal watches as Larry sits on top of his legs. "I'm starting the ritual! I can't have you squirming away? If its interrupted I'll have to start all over! Now. Let me just." He reaches up to the hem of Sals soft pajama shirt and pulls it up, revealing his tummy. Sal's face begins to heat up as Larry places a hand on his shaking stomach. "L-Larry...what are you gonna d-do?" Larry doesn't answer, he just smiles down at his brother and snickers. "Don't move." He begins to softly trace around Sal's belly, the touches causing the boy to gasp and cover his mouth. "N-Nohoho Larryyyy!" He tries his best to keep the giggles down but fuck does it tickle! Larry's soft touches driving his nerves crazy. Larry continued to trace around his belly and sides softly as he spoke to him. "Now dude the ritual won't work if you don't laugh." With that his tracing finger turned into a claw that skitters and scratched around his sensitive midsection. That earned a squeak out of him, hand flying down to grab at the torturous hand. "L-Laahahaharry stop iihihihiit!! Aahaha not thaahahahat!" Sal couldn't help the frantic flow of giggles pouring put of his mouth, his whole body shaking at even the softest touch. Larry grabs the hand trying to stop him. "Now now. Don't want me to have to start over. Just relaaaaax~ We only just started dude." Larry pulls his hand to the side and uses his other to move up to Sals ribs. Now that got a reaction!

"Aaaaaahahahahahaaa! L-Larry no! Nohohoho no no not there!!! Aaahahahahaa staahahahap stahhahap!! Fuck it tickles maahahahan!!" The ticklish boy underneath Larry began to squirm, arching his body away from that damn claw, but it quickly followed him, latching back on and continuing to scratch in between his sensitive ribs. Sals other hand shakily remained at his face, trying to cover his embarrassment from Larry. Much to his dismay, however, Larry had another idea. "Dude you can't keep messing up the ritual like this. Covering your face?? That's a big no!" Larry pulls the hand he's already got up and grabs the hand at Sal's face. Now with both his arms above his head Larry decides it's time to destroy him. He pushes his hand up under Sal's shirt and tickles up to his pit and back down to his ribs. Sal let out a shriek and bucks "AAAHAHAAA!! LARREEHEHEHEHEEE LARRY PLEASE PLEASE!!! I'M ALRIGHT! AAHAHAHAHAHAAA IM BETTER NOOHOHOHOHOOW! PLEEEHEHEHE HE HE HEEASE!! COME ON IT TICKLES SO BAAAHAHAHAHAAD!!" He squeals again as Larry travels back down his side to squeeze at his hips. Sal snorts and kicks his legs out frantically, tears of mirth falling out of his eye.

"Right Sal were almost done. We just have to finish off strong! It's the most important step." He moves his hand down to Sal's side, still lightly scratching at the spot to elicit more squeaky giggles from the boy. "W-Whaahahat is i-ihihit? What's the gee!! Geeehehehehee t-thehehe last stehehehep?" Larry smirked down at him, releasing his arm and placing both hands on Sal's sides. "Don't worry bout it bro. Just relax! It'll be over before you know it." With that, Larry began his descent, inching his face closer to the quivering belly below him. Sal's eye grew wide, hands flying to push at Larry's head. "N-No! Nononohoho please not that!" Larry peers up at Sal and smiles "Come on Sal! It's the last thing I gotta do. If I don't we gotta start all over!" Sal blinks a couple time before he huffs out a small "fine" and pulls his hands back. "J-Just make it qu-quick..." Larry cackles "sure thing!" His face flys down to Sal's belly, right above the navel and he blows a huge raspberry on thr sensitive spot. Sal shrieks and spasms wildly under Larry, hands flying around, legs kicking out as his whole body shakes with laughter. "AAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!! AAAHAHAHA OKAY OKAAHAHAHAY OKAY YOU DID IIHIHIHIIIT! FUCK FUCK AAAHAHAHAHAAA! NO NO NO NOT AGAIN!! AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA *snort* GAAHAHAHAHAA!!!" His laugh is loud, mixed with squeaks and snorts. Larry blows a few extra raspberries on his tummy before finally letting up and scooting off.

"Ritual complete! You should be safe from any nightmares!" Larry proclaims proudly before looking over to Sal. "Feeling any better?" He asks softly. Sal lays still on the bed, hand resting on his tummy as he gets the last remaining giggles out of his system. "Th-Thahahat was mean L-Larry fahahace." He glares at Larry but he can tell there's no real malice behind it. Sal just sighs and slowly sits up. "But yea....I do feel better. Thanks Lar." Larry pulls him into a tight hug "Good! I'm glad you had fun." Sal blushes "W-What I-!" He pulls away to see Larry's smirk. "Pssh w-whatever." His face turns a bright red. "Let's just go to sleep..." he mumbles as he pulls Larry down to lay next to him. The rocker pulls him in as they drift off. "Glad you enjoyed it Sally Face. Cause the ritual states I have to preform it every night to keep the nightmares away."

"WHAT!?!"

#tickling #tickle #tickles #tickle fic #sally face tickles #lee!sallyface #lee!sal #ticklish!sallyface #ticklish!sal #ler!larry

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fluffallamaful · 3 years ago

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A Mickey Mouse Stream

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Based on Anon’s prompt 🤗

Anon I strayed a little I’m sorry 😅 but hope you enjoy regardless!!

Summary: George is well and truly ready for his first IRL YLYL stream, but Karl, Sapnap and Dream aren’t!! What happens when his boredom accidentally leads to a ticklish discovery? Perhaps the challenge is gong to be harder than George had originally thought. MEGA-ULTRA PLATONIC

Warnings: tickles

Word Count: 3430

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George slumped back into his spot on the couch, rolling his eyes as all three of his friends twisted their own bodies to account for his movements. They were scheming, plotting amongst themselves, as they made use of the precious time that George had graciously given them. The idiots had had all night and all morning to prepare for his first ever IRL YLYL stream, but they had somehow managed to bargain for ‘just 10 more minutes’, right as George was about to hit the GoLive button. So now he was stuck, bored out of his mind and banished to the far corner of the large couch.

The first 5 minutes weren’t that bad. They were doing the stream in Karl’s house, him being generous enough to house their chaotic energy, and also having a room already set up for an IRL stream of this kind. The room was large, a huge couch filling the centre of the room, with cameras set up for multiple angles. So for the first couple of minutes, George had spent his time fiddling with the various cameras. Then, once he was happy with them, he had slumped back into the corner of the couch - he had not been allowed to sit any closer to Dream - and had begun to analysis the diverse amount of trinkets littering the shelves that sat underneath Karl’s large flat screen TV. Eventually however, the only thing left in the room that was mildly interesting to him, was the sniggers, whispers and giggles being exchanged between his three friends, hence beginning his frustration.

“Hurry up.” He demanded, slapping the arm of the couch to punctuate his words.

“Hey hey hey! Ease up on the coach there would’ya?” Karl suggested half heartedly, barely looking up from his phone.

“I’m bored!” George complained throwing his head back against the couch, watching as the three boys twisted their phones away again.

“Man says, ‘I just can’t wait to lose hurry up!’” Karl joked, earning a few giggles from the younger two, but an eye roll and a huff from the older.

“I’m not going to lose! Look at you! You haven’t even got your jokes together how am I going to lose!?!” He argued, his three friends merely chuckling at him.

“Patience Gogy.”

“He’s so needy!”

He rolled his eyes at Sapnap and Dream’s comments, letting out an exaggerated sigh. He thought he was being rather generous, allowing them to have this precious time while he sat there, patiently waiting for them. Surely the 10 minutes were up soon? Actually to be honest, he didn’t really care, it was his stream after all.

“I’m going live.” He announced, rocking himself out of the soft couch cushions, and smiling at the exasperated yells that the statement received. His moment of power was short lived however, as Dream practically lunged out of his seat, reaching out and latching onto George’s wrist, and pulling him back down onto the couch cushion next to him. “DREAM!!” George screeched. He attempted to stand back up again but the blonde simply threw a hand over his chest.

“Yohouhu can’t start yehet!” He giggled, clearly enjoying the ravenette’s startle, and giggling more when his prisoner began to shove at his hand.

“No, it’s my stream I can d- Dream let me UP!!”

“GEORGE we need time to prepare!!” Sapnap imposed from the other side of Dream. A frustrated yell served as George’s rebutting statement, as he pried away the confining hand on his chest, and used his legs to propel himself away from its owner.

“Ohohowww Geohohorge!!” Dream laughed as he shook out his stretched hand, quickly reaching out to grab at the scrambling ravenette’s ankles.

“Let me go!! What’s the point of giving you more time you’re literally all idiots!! You’re not going to make me lau-AHHHH!!”

All four of them went silent at George’s shriek. Karl, who had originally been ignoring the debacle from his spot on the ‘L’ of the couch, now looked up to examine the freeze frame that lay out before him, giggling at the sight of them. Dream’s face caught his attention first. Utter shock, is what he would use to describe it. His eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape, and his eyebrows furrowed into a look of concern. His hands still lay on George’s legs, one of them wrapped around his ankle, but the other resting just above George’s knee. He suspected that the second hand had caused the shriek, especially after examining George’s face. His brown eyes were equally as wide as Dream’s, cheeks puffed out slightly, with a gentle pink glow. His hand was placed firmly over his mouth. The situation was clear to Karl, but apparently Dream and Sapnap had not quite connected the dots.

“W-what happened?!!” Dream asked, eyes scanning the boy worryingly, causing Karl to cackle.

“Wahahit George? What was that about us not being able to make you laugh again?” He snickered.

“Shush Karl!” Came George’s muffled warning through gritted teeth, him subtly trying to shift his leg away from Dream’s oblivious fingers.

“Wait I don’t understand, did I do something??”

“OH I get it!!” Sapnap piped up, him previously appearing just as confused as Dream. Karl giggled at that too. “Oh George you’re screwed for this challenge now.” Sapnap stated, a cocky smirk forming on his face.

“WHAT! No you can’t- That’s got to be cheating?!” George detested, his face slightly paling as he tried to worm away from Dream, only his ankle remained trapped in the blonde’s steadfast grip. He watched as the gears turned inside his friend’s head, furrowed eyebrows twitching in thought as he scanned George’s body. He held his breathe when the gaze stopped at the hand resting near his thigh, furrowed eyebrows slowly relaxing into a look of realisation. Oh no.

“Ohhh.. George~” He taunted, a subtle smirk pulling at his lips. George squeaked as the hand that he had previously shaken off returned to his thigh, each finger tapping over the sensitive skin. “You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish would you?”

“nOho!” George denied, his face heating as three smirks plastered themselves simultaneously on his friends’ lips.

“Mm, yeah jeez..” Karl sighed, shaking his head in feigned disappointment. “If only he didn’t giggle while saying that or we would’ve actually believed him huh…” Dream hummed in agreement, gently rubbing small circles into the muscles either side of George’s knee.

“And here we were discussing ways to make you laugh George! How convenient!” He wondered aloud, keeping his tone soft and teasy, and smiling as the ravenette squirmed at his touch.

“Ihihi didn’t g-giggle!!” He argued, ignoring Karl’s snicker, and pulling at his trapped foot again. He used his free leg to kick at Dream’s hand, however his valiant attempt at dislodging the grasp was abruptly cut short as its counterpart began to squeeze rapidly up and down his thigh. He screeched, body convulsing at the sensation and throwing him back into the couch behind him. He writhed on his back, a series of vulgar sentences forming in his throat, but them failing to reach his tongue as loud cackles burst out of his mouth instead.

“DREHEHEHEAM WAHAHAHIHIT!!”

“LIAR!!” Sapnap declared, laughing as the older flailed one the couch. “Dream let me have a go!”

George’s eyes widened as he felt a second pair of hands grip around his ankles, letting out an undignified yelp as he was yanked across the couch cushions and closer to Dream, his hoody rising up in the process. He now lay sprawled across his two friend’s laps, his thighs lying over Dream, and his lower legs being held hostage by Sapnap. He craned his neck up, eyes meeting two rather devious grins.

“Georgie~” Dream cooed, resting his hands over the older’s thighs. His grin widened when a blush crept up the ravenette’s cheeks, showing off his pearly teeth. “So much closer now?!”

“STOP we haven’t even stahaharted yet, let me go!!” George whined, his voice already wobbling with giggles. He threw his head back again, choosing to focus on the upside down world behind him rather than the taunting expression that Dream was wearing, his legs still kicking wildly in Sapnap’s grasp.

“Well I think we’re ready to get started now right?” Karl asked, once George’s flailing legs were successfully pinned in between Sapnap’s thighs. He giggled at the two youngers’ shocked expressions, easing their concern with a wink. “I mean, we don’t want to keep George waiting any longer right?”

George gasped sharply at Karl’s suggestion, his gut twisting at the idea of having an audience while this was going on. He imagined the clips, the comments, the tik toks, the tweets, and oh god he did not want any of that.

“NO WAIT YOU CAN’T START NOW!!?!!??”

“What do you mean George?! You were literally just complaining that we hadn’t started yet, what happened??” Dream jeered, playing along with Karl’s prank. He spidered his hands along George’s thighs, immediately producing squeaks of giggles.

“He realised that he’s gonna lose that’s what happened.” Sapnap grinned. “‘You guys are idiots!! You’re not going to make me laugh!!’” He performed in his best ‘George’ voice, mocking the older from earlier.

“Nohoho t-this- this is CHEATING!! You cahahan’t win lihihike thihihis!!” George bargained nervously, gasping again as Karl rose from his position on the couch. “KARL NO!!!” His stomach dropped as he watched the brownette wander over to his laptop. “KARL!!!!” He shrieked, suddenly gaining the strength to rise up and wrestle Dream’s hands away from his thighs. However he was immediately thrown back into the couch with a new wave of cackles as Sapnap vibrated his fingers into the muscles above his knees.

“GUHUHUHUYS STOHOHOHOP!!!”

“Alright let’s see.. audio looks good-”

“KAHAHARL YOU CAHAN’T!!”

“George!! You were the one telling us that to ‘hurry up’ before!!” Dream pointed out, marvelling at how sensitive his friend’s thighs were, him twisting and twitching with each new spot he scuttled to. The cackles died down once Sapnap began to explore his calves instead, them clearly being a weaker spot.

“B-buhuhut DReAm!! I cahahan’t gohoho LIVE lihike this!!?!” He attempted to explain through waves of giggles, a broad gesture with his arms accompanying him in his argument. He couldn’t believe that his ‘faceless’ friend was allowing this.

“What?! You don’t want to go live with your tummy hanging out?! Couldn’t imagine why…” Karl teased, sarcasm lacing his voice. “Alright video is ready to go.. just getting the starting soon screen up…”

“KARL!!!!” George shrieked, his face heating up significantly as he desperately tried to pull his hoody down.

“Naww don’t hide your tummy Georgie! I’m sure your viewers will love it!!” Sapnap cooed, his hands snaking round to scribble on the back of his flustered friend’s knees. He laughed as the spot produced high pitched hiccup laughter, the hoody-wearing boy all but melting into the couch. George simply shook his head, hands abandoning his stubborn hoody and kicking his legs in their hold.

“Ok we’re live!! Starting soon scream is up! Just no audio yet” Karl announced, skipping over to sit down next to George’s head, his face practically glowing with how red it was. “Woah!! Is something wrong here George?”

“Dreheheheam… End thehehe streheheam plehehease..” George whined, ignoring Karl and focusing his attention on his only hope at preventing this embarrassment. He lifted his head weakly to offer his best puppy-dog eyes, but they immediately dissipated into ones of fear, him being met with two sets of pinching fingers, teasing at the air above his exposed belly. “DREHEHEAM NOHOHO!!!”

“Is someone’s tummy a little ticklish~?” Dream cooed, enticing a flustered whine out of George. He desperately returned his attention to pulling his hoody down, sending one hand up to defend against Dream’s approaching fingers, his giggles increasing in anticipation.

“Wait Dream! You can’t have his tummy and his thighs!!” Sapnap pouted, the brownette apparently becoming bored of his designated areas.

“Uhgh. Ok fine, help me move him down then.”

“NOHO GUYS STOP I DONT WANT THE STREAM TO SEE!!” George screamed in frustration, his face so warm that it was practically throbbing, stomach swirling with nervous butterflies. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the comments he was going to receive if this was how he started his stream. He flailed violently as his friends manoeuvred him, but his struggles amounted to nothing as he found himself draped over Dream and Sapnap once again, this time with his legs over Sapnap, and upper body over Dream.

His flustered giggles returned again when Dream’s wiggling fingers poised themselves above his belly, his thighs also tensing when he felt Sapnap’s fingers fluttering over them. If he wasn’t about to go live to an audience of approximately 200,000 viewers, then he might’ve actually enjoyed this attention. But right now he could think of nothing worse than giggling helplessly on his friends’ laps. Them all being apparently oblivious to his desperation.

He screeched when Karl stood up again, begging and pleading him to sit back down, but the words being lost in bubbly hiccups, as Dream’s fingers finally made contact with his stomach. Karl merely giggled back at him, relishing in the loud cackles that suddenly erupted behind him as Dream began squeezing at the muscles of his stomach. Of course he would never ever ever actually start a live stream against his friend’s permission. Respecting each other’s comfortability and privacy in front a of live audience was extremely important to them all. But pretending to start a stream to embarrass him in front of a make-believe audience? A harmless - and in Karl’s mind - a good honkin prank. And at the end of the day, George wouldn’t hesitate to participate in the very same prank, had he not been the butt of it, so he ignored the incoherent pleading entirely.

“Alright and we’re live in 3..”

“KAHARL NOOO!!”

“2..”

“DREHEHEAM MAHAHAKE HIM ST-”

“1!!! Hey chat!! Welcome back everyone!!!”

To all three boys’ amazement, George’s previously loud cackles went silent, his hands immediately covering his whole face, as he curled away from the cameras, shoulders shaking violently. Karl continued to introduce the ‘stream’, bouncing in front of the camera the same way he normally would.

“George why aren’t you saying hello to the stream?” Dream teased lowly, his voice almost a whisper so that the ‘audience’ wouldn’t hear. He slowed his squeezing to pinch his fingers around the soft skin of his stomach, watching the muscles jump beneath his fingers, a contrast to the consistent tensing of his previous attack. “Are you too embarrassed to let them see you like this? With my tickly tickly fingers all over your cute belly?”

George felt his stomach flip at the comment, a small whine escaping through his hands. He attempted to twist onto his side, gripping at Dream’s hoody and burying himself into the soft fabric. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening! How had his friends allowed him to go live in a state like this?! He had to stifle a yelp as Sapnap began to squeeze at his thighs again, trying to focus on anything other than the electric sensations running up and down his legs, so not to burst into embarrassingly loud cackles again.

“Woah hey.. what’s happened here?! I was just telling the stream about how incredibly ticklish George is, and now he’s not even laughing!?!?!” Karl’s exasperated complaints boomed above George, who curled further into Dream’s side. Karl plopped himself down next to the two, exchanging a look of adoration with Dream at how adorable their friend was being.

“Karl he’s gone all shy!! This is usually is worst spot..” Sapnap whined, his squeezing focusing on George’s knees again, causing a muffled squawk to erupt from the ravenette.

“Oh he’s shy?! George why on earth are you shy? You’ve only got 150,000 people watching you get tickled live.. I don’t see what the problem is here?” Karl queried, making up the number on the spot, and fluttering a set of fingers over the back of George’s neck and along the exposed side. George squeaked at the new spot being targeted, shaking his head desperately, and his stomach flipping again at the information. 150,000 people?! All just watching him writhe on Karl’s couch as his friends tickled him?!!?

“Wow 150,000 people?!” Sapnap giggled, his facade coming undone for a moment, not that George appeared to notice, his mind being entirely preoccupied. “Aren’t you glad that 150,000 people have shown up to this stream Gogy?” He made sure to emphasise the number again, as he migrated his squeezing up George’s thigh, giving an experimental squeeze to his hip.

“AHHCK!!!” George yelped, his hands releasing their hold on Dream’s hoody to clamp over his own mouth instead, preventing any other undignified noises from escaping. His head dropped down to Karl’s lap, who immediately began to scratch up the sides of his neck, resulting in more squeaks threatening to leave his lips. He felt his cheeks warm as he imagined the clips that were going to come out of these.

“You’re blushing Georgie~ Has Sapnap found another bad spot? Are you getting all embarrassed coz you know you’re gonna let out those sweet giggles soon~?”

“S-stohop!!” George growled at Dream’s comment, his cheeks heating further and his hands covered his face once again. He squirmed as he felt fingers tapping over his hip bones, a whimper escaping his mouth. He tried his hardest to keep his mouth clamped shut, but the combination of Dream poking and prodding at his tummy, Karl tracing and scratching at his neck, and now Sapnap squeeze relentlessly at his hips, was just all too much for him. He broke into uncontrollable cackles, his body suddenly jolting to life, thrashing on his friends’ laps.

“YES CHAT IVE DONE IT!!” Sapnap gloated to the imaginary crowd, dodging the flailing kicks. “Only 2 lives left for Gogy~!! You’re gonna lose~!!”

“STOHOHOHOP SAHAHAP NAHAHAP THIHIS DOHOHOESN’T COUNT!!!” George squealed, his hands abondoning his face and trying to peel Karl and Dream away from his body simultaneously, resulting in him flailing between them uselessly.

“Nawwww, chat isn’t he just the cutest?! Type 1 if he’s adorable!!”

“DREHEHEHEAM!!!”

“Oh wait guys?! Stop for a minute I’ve actually got an announcement everyone shush…” Karl declared, but he did not stop his own soft spidering. Dream and Sapnap followed his lead, slowing their tickles to light fluttering, leaving only George’s hiccuping laughter to fill the silence. His face was bright red, ears and neck holding the flush that wouldn’t fit on his face. “Ok first off: chat type 1 if George is honestly the cutest thing you’ve ever seen on this entire planet.” George groaned, him burying himself into Dream once again. “Second off: chat type 2 if this is all a prank, and we’ve never even been live to begin with.”

Wait…

“Oh what?! Oh look they’re all typing 1! Oh no there are some 2’s. Actually it’s pretty half an half….” Dream rambled, smiling at George as he lifting his head out from hiding, a look of utter betrayal on his face.

“A-ahare youhu kihihidding me?!?” George gaped, relief washing over him, but a new wave of indignation taking the place of his previous embarrassment. He scowled at each of his friends, but a fond smile slipped through as they all started giggling, each stopping their previous attack. His arms flopped down with a groan, but his smile refused to leave his face. “Thahahahat wahas mehehean..” He pouted.

“Naww George!! Did you really think that we’d actually do that to you?!?” Karl cooed, scratching lightly at George’s chin, releasing a few happy giggles from him. George blushed at the attention.

“W-wehell it sehehemed lihihike somethihing that awfuhul friehends would do anyway..” He joked through cheeky giggles, smiling as they all gasped.

“George!! Take it back!!” Dream pouted, but he too had a huge smile on his face.

“Nohope.” George shrugged. “You’re juhuhust all mehehean and you don’t cahare about me!” He stated stubbornly, gasping when Sapnap’s hand rested back on his thigh. Brown eyes met Sapnap’s challenging eyes, a provoking smirk being returned.

“Take it back Gogy… Or else.”

“No.”

Needless to say that the actual stream was swiftly postponed, the afternoon taking a rather unexpected turn. Without ‘chat’ there to embarrass him, George’s loud laughter bounced around Karl’s walls freely, limbs flailing wildly, but this time not in panic or as an attempt to get away…

And no he did not allow his friends to get away without a little revenge.

🦙🦙🦙…

Hope this was ok 😊

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