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cillivnz · 6 months ago

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RUNAWAY BRIDE [Lord Dimitrescu]

pairing. Lord Alcides Dimitrescu x Ex!Wife Reader

genre. angst, smut.

warnings. nsfw (18+). infidelity, abandonment, cannibalism, gore descriptions, murder, separation, hunter-prey-chase dynamics, manipulation, pregnancy, cursing, pet-names, mention of cults, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, clit-play, breast/nipple-play, multiple orgasms, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, doggystyle, crying.

word count. 3.7k+

a/n. idk how i feel about this :,) sweet anon, thank you so much for requesting this! i apologise for not getting to work sooner, but i hope it was worth the time! feedback is always appreciated <3 NOT PROOFREAD. EXCUSE INACCURATE TRANSLATIONS (I USE GOOGLE)

translations. “Mireasa fugară” - The Runaway Bride. “draga mea sotie” - my darling wife. “mireasa mea fugitivă” - my runaway bride. “Comoara mea” - My precious. “căprița mea mică” - my little doe. “iubițel” - darling/sweetheart. “Draga mea” - My darling.

listening to. HIM — Lose You Tonight - Thulsa Doom Extended Dub

TEARING HELL FOR LEATHER, you were cursing Fate and her knack for irony, because as you galloped like a doe from one forest Spruce to another, you were sure you were being compared to one by your tiger hunters; a dumb doe, too.

For thinking you could outrun them.

Vampiric barbarians that chased prey like you for sport, and devoured your meaty, lifeless bodies for dinner.

‘None of it seemed to be a problem to you then, so why now, my darling?’

You could hear his voice ring in the eye of your mind, a taunt, perhaps a warning, that you had no choice now but to suffer the consequences of a lustful love that once became the root of your existence.

You had been the talk of the town, rather, every town coming under The Four Houses; firstly, for your damn-near blasphemous marriage to him, and then when you ran away from him, leaving him to be a bastard widow of sorts.

Lord Alcides Dimitrescu and his Runaway Bride.

“Mireasa fugară”

Of all titles given to you, from ‘his little doe’, to Lady Dimitrescu, or even ‘Mother Dearest’ by your adoptive children, the one that stuck was this.

As you tear through the verdure of the outskirts of your renounced Castle, you hope the now-grown men chasing you remember how you were their “Mother Dearest” as boys.

“Mother, that’s enough,” grunted Boian, your oldest, ever the most obedient and faithful, but his loyalties will remain to his father, and so he’ll hunt you down for his validation, if he must.

“Yeah, Mommy, aren’t you getting tired of the cats-and-mouse chase?” Cătălin intervened, a snarky comment always on the brat’s lips, but his mischief and naughtiness had always warmed your heart.

“Just come back to father— to us,” begged Dorin, your youngest. He had always been the most attached to the idea of you as his mother, clutching onto your dress and hiding behind you when his father would scold him for blinding the messenger raven by throwing rocks at it, and would always consider you to be the epitome of the ideal woman.

Your eyes well up at their cries for you, but you must do this. You mustn’t ever return to Castle Dimitrescu, the hellish abode of Satan himself.

Not after his cannibalistic tendencies were shamelessly rubbed in your face, a mortal noblewomen who lost the people of her kingdom to her husband’s appetite.

The night was cold, the frost blanketing over the foliage like a cruel lover’s intoxicating embrace.

Speaking of a noxious love, you were preparing in your chambers, to let go and breathe the air of freedom and quit living in a necromantic land ruled by tyranny.

“‘Ya almost done?” A thick transatlantic accent broke the eerie silence of your quarters.

Where the only sound heard was that of your beating heart, now, the planting of wet kisses along your spine was sounded, too.

“Karl…” you whimpered in hesitation,

“I know, bub, we’re leaving as soon as ‘ya finish packing.” He planted one final kiss on your shoulder before leaving you alone; once again the silence fell.

Your heart palpitated, sinking into the pit of your stomach with guilt, making you sigh as you second-guess your decision. It’s ironic how you spent your entire life in the belief of infidelity being the biggest sin— the ultimate blasphemy to betray whom you’re betrothed to, and now you’re forsaking your husband to live a “normal” life with his friend.

“Fuck me,” you groan. You were never one to use profanities so casually, but the given circumstances had you cursing like a sailor. Clutching your bag of belongings, you make your way outside of the chambers. You see your chamberlain bustling about the halls, eagerly preparing for dinner for the five of you— Lord, Lady, and children. She nods curtly at you, “Pasha, where must the Lord be,” you inquire. She immediately stops tending to the kitchen staff and pays full heed to you. “He is still at the Tower of Worship, m’ Lady,” Pasha replies.

Right, so he’s still where he’d said he’d be; where he requested you to accompany him, but you refused, feigning a faux headache that your stress soon turned genuine.

“I am going to accompany him there, don’t wait for me for supper,” you dismiss her and her ‘but’s’ of concern for your health.

As you walk towards the Tower, your steps felt faltered, meek. The damp, chilly air only constricted your breathing and the large ruby on your ring finger that once fit you like a glove, back when he proposed to you on one knee, levelling your height then, felt like needles pricking into your soft flesh— a beautiful but bitter reminder of your imprisonment.

The ruby glowed when you walked past the Tower, as if telling you that the object of your desires— your demise— is in there.

You ignore all omens screeching at you, and disappear into the night; Karl Heisenberg waiting for you on the outskirts of the town in a chariot.

“What happens now,” you inquire, breathless from kissing Karl. “We’ll live off of regular means. I’ll look for a job in welding, and you— well, bub, with a face like yours you could start your own cult,” he smirks, nuzzling his bearded face into your neck.

You try to laugh but your conscious was grim.

“HE KNOWS, IT’LL ONLY A MATTER OF TIME!” Cătălin had a possessed look on his face, his raven hair wild in the wind, yellow eyes fluorescent in the dark.

Tears stream down your face, the wind carrying them to your storming children.

You were tired, wanting the nightmare to be over. Never having anticipated these to be the consequences— hell, had you known, you would’ve never accepted either man’s proposal— neither Alcides nor Karl.

Alas, a woman’s beauty is to blame for bad luck.

When the sound of thunderous strides tearing through foliage is no longer heard behind, you stop dead in your tracks, hidding behind the largest tree of the forest, a century old banyan.

Your haggard breath created a veil of fog around you, your eyes dart in every nook and corner for a sign of your predators, not knowing they’re circling you from each direction, until the leap in front of you.

“Mamă,” Dorin cooed, his voice soft. Cătălin pushed past him, cornering you further in. He wipes the sweat on his lip with the back of his hand, his eyes flick from a pale beige colour to an electric yellow.

“Say you want us to take you back to Dad,” he grabs you by the shoulders, forcing you to look into his eyes. Your pupils dilate, your subconscious felt manipulated into a trance.

“No!” You intended to slap away his grip, but what surprised the three was that there was no need for you to. Your own eyes glimmered a fluorescent amber, hypnotising him to back off.

“That’s enough,” Dorin intervened, his voice gruff, depicting maturity you didn’t know he was capable of possessing.

Boian stood closest to you know, your eyes watering with heavy tears, like the reflection of the sun in a stream.

“Rest, mother.” His eyes shined the brightest, compelling you to comply, and your tired mind just wanted it for the sufferance to end.

THE FIRST SIGHT YOU SEE when you awoke was of the gothic ridges adorning the ceiling of your— Alcides’ bedroom.

Wait, what—

You shoot up from your grave of silk bedding, eyes landing directly on the man you were dreading, the man you abandoned, the man you married.

His kept stubble grew into a full beard, tiny specks of grey were illuminating in his roots, and he was seemingly taller, with the pride of having stolen you from the world once again.

“Good morning, draga mea sotie,” he spoke with a nonchalant face, but you of all people knew when you heard amusement in his tone. “I take it you slept well, thanks to our oldest—”

“Keep my boy off of your necromantic ways,” you cut him off.

“Dare you suggest I cut off his diet? Starve my boy? Rob him off of his luxuries—”

“I’m suggesting you raise normal nobles, not cannibals in a cult,” your voice came out weaker than you expected, and the faux offense feigned on the tyrant Lord’s face turned into a smug grin, “There’s nothing normal about nobility, and you’re one to talk,”

“They told me what happened.”

Your eyes widen— the same eyes he’s referring to right now. “No. Th-that was an accident—”

“‘That so? How come you have the symptoms of a plague that never infected you, hm?” He moves closer, from the edge of the bed to right beside your bare knees. “Unless you’ve had it embedded in you, or you’ve resorted to our diet, the odds are not in your favour, mireasa mea fugitivă.”

“How dare you call me that,” you sneered.

“How dare you hide my unborn child from me.”

“How dare you leave me.”

You dare not look at him now, face turned away from him, clenching your jaw while your eyes well up with fury.

“Comoara mea, look at me,” his large hands grab a hold of your chin, and the gentleness took you by surprise. He makes you face him, and when you look into his amber eyes your expression softens.

He stares into your glassy doe eyes, parted plump lips quivering, “There’s căprița mea mică,” he smiled— not smirked in his usual conceit, but smiled— the smile you received when you stood in the chapel of the Tower of Worship, and swore yourself to him.

His lips find yours in a yearning kiss— gentle, longing, and passionate. You clutch his half-unbuttoned shirt, remembering how you’d have to stand on your tiptoes to button them for them, not that the trimmed chest hair ever bothered you, if anything, it got you hot and bothered, which is why you buttoned him up. The fabric crinkles under your grip, and whether you were holding onto him to push him away or pull him closer was something you couldn’t figure out.

His hands tear open your blouse, and you couldn’t help but compare the act with the way you’ve caught him ripping through human flesh.

You pull away.

“You know why I left, and why I’ll leave again,” your chest heaved, breathless.

“Because I’m cruel? A cannibal?”

“Like your little paramour was any better.” He spat, and your eyes widened.

He knew about Karl, “What?”

“Please, ‘y really think he left you in a tavern full of drunken hunters every night and day to weld weapons? He’d deal in his work for a pound of flesh from the very hunters whose tables you’d been scrubbing,” he revealed, running a hand through his onyx locs.

He knew everything.

“Karl couldn’t— where is he?!” The realisation of his a sense dawned on you.

“Being served— as dinner.” He smirked.

The metal man was dead.

“Come on, don’t tell me you felt for that bastard. He was your exit ticket, I know, but other than that what’s he got,” says your ex-husband, meaning to say, “What’s he got that I don’t— that I didn’t?”

You couldn’t meet his eyes, so the tantalising question hangs over the cold tension of the room.

This time his hand grabs ahold of your nape, tugging the hair towards him.

“Don’t go all quiet on me now, my darling,” he cooed, voice husky and soft despite the harsh pain he was inflicting on your scalp.

“What do you want, Alcides?” You spat, and he smiled at his little spitfire.

“Another chance,” he spoke almost instantly, a request lingering in the air.

“—To do better for you, and my unborn child.” He’s patient, oh so careful with you, like this doe’s made of glass.

He grips your calf, causing you to wince. Immediately he searches for the reason of your pain, noting it to be a laceration.

“Lie back, relax, and let me take care of you,” he cooed, making his way to catch your lips, “Let me worship you the way I should’ve.”

You couldn’t help but lean into the kiss. He had a way with words, a way so profound that he had you wrapped around his abnormally large finger the minute he set eyes on you.

You succumb. And fuck, do you succumb?

“Mireasa fugară”, her Tyrant Lord— a cruel tale men would recite at the tavern table, laugh at Fate and her knack for irony. Perhaps, they’d compare her beauty to their distraught wives’, curse their luck for not making her theirs, they’d surely have treated her better than the Cannibal, and the barkeep ladies yearn for the sight of a mammoth hulking in their pub, offering a penny to anyone who’d tell him with whom his wife ran away with. He who hunts hunters for sport, lost all wits and appetite for destruction over a woman.

The men laugh, their ale clinks, the barkeeps scrub the tables with a satiated sigh. Such is life, a beautiful ending to a tragic tale.

His kisses follow the trail from the corner of your lips to your jawline, your prominent collarbones. He takes a minute to observe the glass flesh which was earlier always adorned in tyrian purple like a leash of love; now the slate was clean, the collar, erased— a cruel reminder of the last time you made love— so casually that night, and had he known it would’ve been the last for a very long time, he’d have given you a night to remember— not that you ever forgot.

Alcides got to work, gently suckling on your pulse points. His beard pricked your soft flesh, sending jolts of arousal through you. You bit your lip, holding back moans, but the minute his mouth landed on your breasts, you were a goner. He kneaded them, caressed and fondled them. He noticed how your breasts had swell up, your body preparing for sustaining the child that hadn’t even developed into a bump yet. His serpentine tongue peaked out, encircling your hard nipple. Wet kisses trailed along the valley of your breasts, every inch of your body was covered in his essence.

When he reached your belly, he peered at you. Amber yellow eyes were blown out in lust, staring into the crests of your soul as his lips pressed into your flesh in a chaste kiss.

“It’s happy,” he began, causing your trance to break momentarily, “To have its parents back together,” he continued. A swell of overwhelm gathered in your heart, but that was every moment in a relationship with Alcides.

All thoughts and sense left your mind when his face was between your thighs. His broad shoulders were enough to have you fully spread out for him, even more than you’d like. He observed your body, the flutter of your walls, the blood rush to your clit, all were odes to his heed, and with immediate urgency.

The first lick to your cunt sent you spiralling back to doomsday. What every fibre of your being tried to prevent was unravelling right before your eyes, and the worst part? You wanted it to happen, you craved it, needed it like he needed human flesh. Maybe you two weren’t so different in your desires, you gnaw at his being alive and he eats corpses.

“Prettiest pussy,” he spoke, smothered in your thighs. His gentle licks were putting pressure on your sensitive spots, the texture of his abnormal tongue had always coaxed your soul to ooze through your orgasmic tides. Your clit was constantly taunted by the tip of his tongue, flicking and sucking on the bundle of nerves, relishing in the sight of you writhing and pulsating.

Soon enough, his tongue slipped into your velvety walls, the wet muscle stretching your constricting walls in a manner so painfully good.

Sex with Alcides had always been excruciatingly good, and tonight this artist put on his finest performance for his favourite audience of one.

You were squirming in his grasp, trying to get away before coming undone, but he wouldn’t budge, if anything, his tongue dove in deeper into your clenching pussy.

With fervent rubs of your clit, he had you coming in his mouth, a celestial maiden quenching the thirst of a mortal with ichor.

You struggled in overstimulation, but Alcides only lapped further at the juices dripping down his chin.

“One,” he rose, parting your legs further. He positioned his fingers on your mound, pressing down firmly. The feel of your cunt convulsing with need sent him tremors down his spine. He eased a finger in, and you gasped at the sudden intrusion. The sharp digit sat fat and deep inside you, slowly curling to the rhythm of its master’s drum.

Your clit throbbed, and with senses as heightened as yours, it ached. Alcides was quick to soothe or intensify the pain, leaning in to lick leisurely at the bud, while his finger teased your sweet spot.

Another digit in had tears welling up in your eyes, and soon the stream flowed down your cheeks as his rhythm picked up pace.

“Hurts, iubițel,” you whined, and Alcides froze.

‘iubițel’, was something he hadn’t been addressed as for years. A genuine smile flashed on his handsome face, you’re accepting it— accepting him.

“I know, Draga mea, but you can take it,” he got back to sucking your clit while scissoring your cunt open with his thick digits. “Alcides, fuck!” You moaned wantonly, gushing all over him. He grinned from ear to ear, eager to coax more of that squirt out. His movements tripled in velocity, and soon enough, he pulled out only to replace his digits with his mouth, drinking every spurt of your juices.

“Two,” he groaned, licking his glistening lips.

He pulled you closer by the neck, crashing his lips onto yours in a passionate tango of tongue. He was quick to turn you around, manhandling you on your fours came naturally to him; too easily did you comply.

The feeling of his fat cockhead rubbing against your tender entrance was nostalgic to say the least, but fear of not being able to take him soon crept it. Even when he’d fuck you day and night, you could barely, just barely accommodate the mammoth’s monster cock, and now that it’s been years without practise, you could only pray to Gods you wouldn’t rip in half.

As the tip slide in, you felt a wave of euphoria crash your shores of uncertainty. Concealing in lust was the love you had now opened yourself up for.

Alcides spread your ass, relishing in the feel of the plump fat of your curves in his large palms. He gave your hips a squeeze before letting his palm fall on the swell of your ass.

You gasped at the smack, looking back at him through wet eyelashes. “My little doe, my beautiful, beautiful wife,” he gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead.

He pushed in further and further until no inch was left, until your thighs were clad together and your bodies conjoined.

Feeling merciful, Alcides decided to let you adjust to his intrusion. As you clenched and cried on his cock, Alcides took a minute to close his eyes and smile on cloud nine. The feel of your warm, tight, wet cunt choking his cock to death was a feeling he longed for, and it was then he knew no other desire of his could amount to you. He would leave it all for you. He will.

“Alcides, fuck,” your pornographic moans were sound in the whole chambers. He set out a slow pace, yet every thrust was felt in your cervix. “Good G-God, darling,” Alcides moaned, his breath hitched as your tight channel gripped him like a vice.

He snaked a hand to settle between your thighs, pinching your clit.

You were in tears, beads of sweat pearlescent on your body, brows furrowed in pleasure and pain, a beautiful symphony.

“Slow down—” you managed to shriek, but Alcides was too far gone to act on it, he could only bring you solace to endure what his desires have in store for you. He kisses your spine, bathing your silk skin in wet kisses.

He pounded into your cunt, the whole room rumbling with the thrusts of the titan above you. He had an ironclad grip on your hips, slamming them back on his cock as he pistons into you. “Fuck, I couldn’t live without you,” he croaked.

“Don’t leave me again, please,” he beseeched, causing you to nod rapidly, face buried into the sheets.

“Alcides, I’m going to—” your tears and slick stained the sheets, you broke down on his cock, the sensation, the memories too much for your precious and fragile little heart to endure.

He pulled out.

He glared at your gaping hole, your flustered face crying in frustration at the painful denial.

Alcides slams inside of you, “I need— need to look at you while I cum,” he groaned, resuming his animalistic thrusts.

Your legs wrapped around his narrow waist, nails ripping through the flesh of his broad back.

Rutting into your cunt, he bent forwards to catch your bouncing breasts into his mouth, squeezing the two together.

He left your hip to abuse your clit, tormenting the swollen bud with overstimulation.

“Cum with me. Cum with your husband,” he was lost inside of you. Rambling sweet nothings like never before, making every cell inside of you swell up with love and lust.

“Alcides!” You moaned, feeling his warm seed shoot into you.

“Oh my god!” You saw stars.

It finally came to you, in bits and pieces of your being, Fate isn’t cruel, but comic.

“Three,” he groaned, crashing beside you.

Three earth-shattering orgasms for the three years you abandoned him.

“I love you, I’ll do anything for you,” he caressed the side of your face.

“I love you, too,” you sighed, feeling exhaustion embrace you.

You spent so long running, only for your strides to lead you back to bed with him, to home.

Fate isn’t cruel but comic, because the bones you were so against finding devoured in your house became your daughter’s favourite toys.

Just like her father, Alcides, Alcina Dimitrescu loves the grotesque, but her doe of a mother even more.

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herejusttosufferalong · 4 months ago

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Hello, SEX anon again.

YOOOOOO, we have been fed so well these past few days. Isn't it?! I was getting a little peckish and A03 wasn't really filling me up. Slutty smirk. Then poof. Everything I ever dreamed about, on my plate. In my mouth. Blessed with fresh pics of N at Wimbledon. White last year, black this year. I see you, girl. That dark side coming out but your face like an angel. Ta-tas for days. Good for fkn you. Can confirm all previous statements.

Then before that we get BTS of an actual, irl wedding between L&N. I was fkn sobbing uncontrollably. Look at her cute cherub face, talking about shitting herself, placing her hand on his god damn heart. Are you trying to fck with me? You are the realest person I've ever seen in my life, I love you and if I met you my eyes would pop out and I would die peacefully having breathed the breath that you breathed in my vicinity. Thank you, I love you.

Then there's that goofy L. Jaw on the floor. Eyes bulging. Drinking her all up. Breathing her in Hocus Pocus style. Being all David Brent when startled by the cameraman. Yeah, guy, you're being filmed. This is a set. GUY. LOOK at me. We're filming. HELLO? Nup, gone. And them just having those glazed over eyes, just emotionally spent, just overcome, just in love, but not aware or maybe are aware, but I like the way you feel physically, and you look perfect, and you smell nice, and I cannot stop looking at your lips and eyes and your lips, and oh bohy. It must be fkn draining. It must be so hard to get married and pretend it's fake. I imagine that would be so challenging, but you know, they the pros.

Full disclosure, I wasn't present when this gift came to light. I was minding my own business, getting slightly high with my partner (medical, of course), thinking of ways to confess my love of Lukola and get his ADHD male POV. That sweet anon with toddlers inspired me to come clean. But it didn't go so well initially, because I was all slowed down, and laughing nervously, and saying shit like "I need to tell you something... please don't judge me... oh god". He looked like L when some man touch N. So yeah, I wouldn't recommend. But it all turned out just fine. What would've taken 10 mins took about 2 hours to explain. Tangents upon tangents of Brazil and security guards and Rory and the forehead stroke. But we got there. Ngl, we analysed hard. Every position. It was hot af. Some insights:

After two seconds watching L&N interview - "that guy is lost, he clearly wants her though... got some self-confidence issues... giving me Karl Pilkington vibes... she's like his carer". Fkn lol. Me being like N defending L "but like he's a nice guy, like a sweet sensitive guy". "Yeah he seems like it but he's clearly out of her league...". Me holding onto Lukola delulu so hard, "I know but he could get to her level, don't you think?". Please for the love of god. "Yeah but it's all down to him. He's the problem". YEP WE KNOW.

L is a "leaf in the wind" blowing everywhere, no foundation in himself, that's why his behaviour is so confusing. L is not aware of his feelings on a conscious level or not fully accepting it. Flirty behaviour followed by odd looks explained by liking her touch and closeness but not wanting others to know he likes it. Thinks they caught feelings on set. Didn't go ahead because of filming and being 'in character'. Reunited after filming, cue pics of them together, and lots of chatter about them being together irl. Thinks that L's friendship group may have joked about it, gave him shit for it, and L buried those feelings deep. May have been getting thirst messages after 'glow up', pumped up by fuck boy mates, ego takes over. Opts for friend-approved doll. Feelings came up again during press tour when separated from friends. May have acted impulsively on said feelings - Brazil possibly. Possibly shut down by N due to timing and messy third parties. Back to London and influences. Lost again.

My desperate question, "Will he find his way back? To self-actualisation???" "It would be hard for someone like him to find his true self when surrounded by those people". Me still hopeful, "Oh but he'll probably be away from them when they start s4 filming". Him being logical af. "Could be a good opportunity... I can only see two ways of him changing... either he reaches rock bottom and starts to wonder why he's so miserable, and even then maybe not... or someone he trusts and respects talks him round... but it's going to be really hard for him... he's asleep at the wheel". Ok, gotcha. Fck this is gonna be a slow process, guys.

But then again they already married so who gives a fck.

"But then again they already married so who gives a fck."

I FUCKIN LOVE YOU ANON

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#this is all opinion #merely speculating #sex anon

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delusionalwriter02 · 9 months ago

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a challenge! can you please do something like uhm.. insta but as sisters series? it would be fun with dazai. i so love him, but platonically. thank you 🥺 (would be funny if she's into chuuya, because that's my man)

Insta as Dazai's sis

a/n : I LOVE this idea!! Thank you so much anon for your request (i swear chuuya got too many peoples (and I totally understand))

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Yn_theoneandonly : halloween day

Atsushiii : you're way too chaotic together

↳ Daze_i : that's a great compliment! thank you Atsu

↳ KunikiDA : I'm sure it's NOT a compliment

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : take it as one

↳ Daze_i : words are just words yk

↳ Yn_theoneandnoly : and If I decide it's a compliment, then it is

↳ KunikiDA : I don't want to deal with you two right now

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Daze_i : and peoples say i'm too much @.Yosanurgirl @.Yn_theoneandonly

Yosanugirl : bc u are

↳ Daze_i : I don't put cones on my head

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : should do it, i'll see less of ur ugly face

↳ Daze_i : WE GOT THE SAME FEATURES

↳ Chu_uya : no, clearly not

↳ Daze_i : WE have the same parents SO WE have the same face

↳ Chu_uya : she's prettier

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : are u trying to make me fall in love w you ? cause it's totally working

↳ Daze_i : NO NO NO NO CHUUYA YOU DONT TOUCH FAMILY

↳ Chu_uya : don't want u to be my brother-in-law

↳ Daze_i : Yn please my dear and sweet and adorable sister PLEASE never put me through this nightmare

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : will this piss you off ?

↳ Daze_i : absolutely

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Chuuya you're free tonight ?

↳ Daze_i : NO NO NO DONT CHUYYA DONT REPLY

↳ Chu_uya : I'll pick you up at 8pm

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : love the initiative

↳ Daze_i : FUCK IT

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Yn_theoneandonly : what a sight

Yosanugirl : did he finally kill him ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : no I stopped them, can't have my date kill my brother, definitely a mood killer

↳ Yosanugirl : idk, you could have a date at the funeral

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : not sure he would come

↳ Yosanugirl : yeah me too, i guess he stuck w you ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : yes we are at a restaurant rn

↳ Yosanugirl : can I join ?

↳ Ranthebestpo : can I come too ? i'm HUNGRY

↳ Atsushiii : you're always hungry

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : sure come you three, it'll be fun

↳ Ranthebestpo : i'll bring Poe and Karl

↳ Yosanugirl : why are you always together ??

↳ Ranthebestpo : I wanna see Karl but Poe is always w him

↳ Atsushiii : I'm w Aku and Gin, they could come

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : why are you w them ???? Gin is my baby

↳ Atsushiii : in my defense I was with Kunikida for the mission and we ran into them so we stuck together

↳ Yosanugirl : strange

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : bring Kunikida too, m' sure its been a while since he got fun

↳ Daze_i : lets invite the whole town too

↳ Chu_uya : it was supposed to be a date

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : it was ruined the moment Dazai stuck w us

↳ Chu_uya : you couldn't have been an only child seriously

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : was born second

↳ Chu_uya : fuck

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Yn_theoneandonly : forever young @.Daze_i @.Chu_uya @.Gintonic @.Yosanugirl @.Atsushiii (not in the picture but in our heart @.KunikiDA @.Ranthebestpo @.p0e @.Akutagawa)

Gintonic : I LOVE last minute plan

↳ Akutagawa : not me

↳ Gintonic : c'mon you had fun

↳ Atsushiii : still don't understand why you insisted on staying w them

↳ Gintonic : because I HAVE friends and you need to socialize

Daze_i : Yn you never make that scared again

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : what did i do ??

↳ Daze_i : TRYING TO DATE CHUUYA ??? HELLO ???!!!!

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : oh that ? might be a little too late

↳ Daze_i : WHAT ??????

↳ Yosanugirl : remember when we went outside to smoke ? Ranpo started talking to you

↳ Daze_i : yeah and ??

↳ Ranthebestpo : well my job was to distract you while Chuuya went w them

↳ Daze_i : WHAT BUT WHY ??? I TOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS

↳ Chu_uya : the greatest night of my life

↳ Daze_i : YOU FUCKER IM COMING AND ILL KILL YOU

↳ Chu_uya : Dear Yn, maybe we should reschedule our date

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : you're in the damn port mafia, don't get kill and be on time

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Yn_theoneandonly : family love @.Daze_i

Daze_i : you got a strange way of showing affection

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : you did the EXACT same, don't cry

↳ Daze_i : i'm the oldest, gotta keep you humble

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : the first is a rough draft, the second is perfection

↳ Daze_i : you were adopted

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : you were an accident

↳ Daze_i : we found you in the street

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : at least they wanted me

↳ Yosanugirl : omg stop it

↳ Daze_i : she started it

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : he asked for it

↳ Yosanugirl : I SAID STOP IT

Hey dear! Hope you liked it ? I had SO MUCH fun writing this, as the second oldest of 5 when I say I heard those "you're just a rough draft of me" I HEARD THOSE so yeah I kinda saw my family and I in those interactions. Anyway, hope I did justice to your request, thank you so much!!

with love <3

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #fanfic #fanfiction #bungou stray dogs dazai #request #x reader #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #female reader #fake social media #platonic #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya x reader

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rainystressed247 · 1 month ago

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Hi Loyal! I wasn't sure if you meant to tick anon on the ask or not so just to be safe, I hope you don't mind me cropping out your username!

Ah, AUs, my throne, my demise. Is there some that I've never talked about on here (tumblr)? Yes, basically, any established AUs before tumblr are the ones I haven't had the chance to talk about. Most of them actually come with their own fics, so if you are interested to know more:

The Case of Time and Misfit Children: Immortal Dream with characters from Tales, basically Dream goes around and adopt the children from different Tales. When asked, blame Karl. This is a discord based AU when I used to brainstorm extensively and write extensively. Haha, odd that it was easier back then.

疑心暗鬼 (Jumping at shadow): A swapped AU with Dream and Ranboo. It is a self containedAU and completed! Basically, Dream is your sweet summer child and Ranboo has his sarcasm dialed to the max.

In which Syndicate is a Club: This one is a mafia/club AU with syndicate being something akin to a speakeasy ft Techno as the head of Syndicate and Dream is the singer/spy. There are a lot of potential for this one and when I have time, I really want to explore this one further.

Dream SMP but they are all cats and Dream is the tired cat owner: In which I turned most of Dream SMP cast into cat and Dream a crazy cat lady. Again, a self contained AU and mostly for the funsies.

As of the ones that have never been spoken/established anywhere and basically have been living rent free in my brain:

rplace inspired cyberpunk AU: There is exactly one art that depict this idea but nothing more. I planned to have Dream as an 'unknown virus' while Techno is an antivirus. Dream looked up to Techno and inspired to be an antivirus as well but his method is more unconventional. Techno spent a lot of time hunting down the rogue virus while Dream just wants to know why he existed.

royalty farfadream: This is a brainworm that lives rent free. Sometimes I get sparks of inspiration for this AU and I don't even know why. I haven't sketched out anything for this yet but basically, Farfa conquered the kingdom Dream is in and married Dream. It is a pot of miscommunication and angst as Dream plotted his escape after giving Farfa his heirs without knowing that Farfa actually did genuinely love him.

Also, there is an AU attached with the newest rival art and I am plotting out the story in the menatime so yeah, we shall see which roulette my brain decides to partake in in any given time.

#rainyaskbox #farfadream #rivalsduo #this are just the AUs I have never talked about #oh god #I am doomed

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bleue-flora · 3 months ago

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Okay so more playdate au (tagged #playdate au) lore:

Dream is the oldest of three siblings: Techno (the cool middle kid who tends to play video games inside and has a stock pile of nerf guns hidden in his room), Sapnap (typically playing with his best friends, the troublemakers: Karl and Quackity), and George (the youngest who often retreats inside because of a meltdown or naptime)

Punz is Dream’s best friend and whenever their parents get together, they are left to babysit Punz’s younger siblings: Lazar and Vik.

Dream doesn’t mind being the villain at first, in fact he actually finds it fun and kinda cathartic until it’s taken too far and he becomes the “controlling parent” who’s a killjoy.

While Exiled Tommy trips and scrapes his knee while chasing Dream for the Discs, who took them after Tommy was using them to the hit people visiting him in Exile.

The incident is the start of school.

Wilbur is the jealous kid next door and Phil is his older brother, who is often left in charge to babysit.

Philza has to take over as pseudo lifeguard one afternoon when Wilbur gets set to take a nap after being grumpy and having a temper tantrum.

Phil tends to stay in the nice air conditioned inside, where Niki convinces him to bake cookies and he watches movies (like Frozen ;D) or plays video games with Techno.

Ranboo, who has major FOMO, often comes in and joins because he can’t decide which area to play in. Sometimes he drags Tubbo, who of course brings Michael, inside too when he needs some help against beating Techno in a video game.

Most of the names are made up obviously, though some people kept their real names or just added something to their existing one.

Also:

Quackity: “Hi Sam, is Clay okay?”

Sam *guarding the bottom of the slide* Sam: “Yeah, he just got overstimulated, had to take a break from everyone.”

Quackity: “Oh okay, maybe I should go check on him”

*Sam moves aside letting Quackity crawl up the slide*

Quackity: “Hey Dream, wanna play some cards?”

[developed in part with @piscespixiewastaken, @simplepotatofarmer, anon & @error-dream-was-found]

#mmmm brain rot….. thankfully torture can still be canon because bullies still exist and kids are cruel #I’m thinking there should be a hot tub too that’s like party island or manifold land or soenthing…#dsmp #dreblr #dsmp au #dream smp #let me cook #playdate au #dsmpblr #hell in a slide? lol

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chasing-stardust-22 · 4 months ago

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Kinda crazy how hard mrbeast was dickriding Dream during that qsmp usmp thing and when he was hoping for making more content with him after the face reveal like the Antarctica video for example but then the gogtroversy happened and dteam became a brand risk for him so he started having Quackity in his content again instead. Oh and he probably liked how Quackity is a ruthless capitalist like him who will use people to make content and money and who puts content above people. I mean I don’t know what mrbeast expected because when dtqk was a thing karl and Q were always the ones pushing for content. Dteam were there mostly for friendship. I mean yeah Dream is better at content creation then Q (look at the numbers, no one try to argue with me on this) but Dream has fucking morals and cares about people and is not a ruthless capitalist content machine and that is clearly what mrbeast is looking for lol and Q definitely fits that more. Anyway hoping for both Q and Mrbeasts downfall

I was gonna say something really out of pocket regarding him siding with Dream but I am choosing peace, any way you're so right anon

#thanks_for_playing #q proved his loyalty to him when he kept his mouth shut about getting screwed over for a video (the thing with rosanna from last year)#(side note we really should've paid more attention to that like in hindsight the signs were there)#but yeah I think it's for the best they cut ties professionally even if the circumstances. weren't ideal

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hii ! all i want is a dom!karl x afab!reader, maybe a punishment or a degrading kink? no rush :))) (btw can i pls be known as 💜🐸 anon pls <333)

yes ofc you can be!

mine

dom!karl x sub!fem!reader

pronouns: she/her

summary: karl gets possessive when sapnap flirts with reader so karl fucks her loud enough for sapnap to hear

warnings: possessive!karl, sir/daddy kink, degradation, praise, exhibition kinda, risk of getting caught, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering and oral if you squint, hickeys, scratch marks, bite marks, overstimulation, creampie, breeding kink

!not proofread!

karl had always been rather possessive when it came to you. I mean how could he not, you were way out of his league. even after years of dating he still didn’t understand how the hot girl everyone wanted had settled for him, the nerd. so whenever the chance presented itself he’d make sure to let you, and literally everyone else, know who you belonged to.

his jealousy only got worse when sapnap came to visit. and with good reason too, the way you were parading yourself around in your tiny little outfits that mostly consisted of mini skirts, the tightest crop tops you owned, fishnets and no bra. like ever. it did not take long for karl to get sick of your outfits and the effect they had on sapnap, glaring at him every time he was a little too flirty with you. oh he was gonna make sure sapnap knew who you belonged to.

it started off with little things like karl’s hand on your thigh when he was sitting next to you or his arms wrapped around your waist from behind whenever you were talking to sapnap. but sapnap just didn’t seem to get it, still stealing glances at the imprint of your nipples through your shirt as often as he could.

"oh no i’m just grabbing a monster and then i’ll get back to my editing" sapnap explains, placing his hand on your lower back to slip past you to the fridge, a little too low on your back for karl’s liking. karl was watching from the hallway, his blood boiling when you didn’t move away from sapnaps hand. "alright see you y/n" sapnap walks out of the kitchen, monster in hand. as soon as he was gone karl made his way over.

"i’m so sick of him. he needs to understand he can’t have what doesn’t belong to him" he says, glaring at no one in particular. "oh yeah so what are you gonna do about it?" you tease, smirking at karl’s anger. "no you mean what are we gonna do about it" karl smirks back, pulling you in for a kiss by your waist.

it doesn’t take long until karl is gripping your thighs and lifting you onto the kitchen island. "woah what do you think you’re doing" you pull away. "kissing my girlfriend, what can I not do that anymore?" karl pretends to be offended. you think for a moment, knowing exactly where this is going but deciding that you are okay with it. "fine you can kiss me" you give in, wrapping your arms around his neck. karl smiles, pulling you back in. this time he lets his hands wander under your skirt, his fingers slipping over the fishnet tights and squeezing your thighs. "I need you baby" he mumbles in between kisses. "we can’t. sapnap would hear us" you push your forehead against karl’s, trying to catch your breath. "that’s the point" karl smirks.

before you can protest he pulls your thighs flush against him, making you lean back on your elbows. he spreads your legs and lifts your skirt up, starting at the lack of panties between your legs. "no panties huh? I bet you were hoping this would happen you little slut" he grins, ripping the fishnets just enough to get access to your glistening cunt. you gasp, feeling his fingers sliding into you. "so wet already. you’re loving this don’t you, knowing that we could get caught any minute" karl mocks as if he isn’t getting off on it as much as you are. "please" is all you can get out before a desperate whine manages to escape your lips.

"good girl" karl pulls his fingers back out, bringing them up to his lips before sucking your slick off of them. "delicious as always" he groans, wasting no time to lean down and lick a stripe through your folds. you can’t hold back the moan that you let out, loud and desperate. your hand flies into his hair, attempting to push his face further into your pussy but karl just laughs. "what are you some kind of whore who doesn’t know how to control herself?" he pulls your hand out of his hair, pinning it to the counter.

you whine in frustration, looking up at karl with pleading eyes. "please karl I need you so bad" you whimper "fine but only because I don’t know how much time we have until sapnap is done editing" karl gives in, starting to undo his jeans and pulling them down just enough to get his dick out. he pulls you to the edge of the counter, lining himself up with your dripping cunt. "don’t you dare hold back I want sapnap to hear what a pathetic whore you are" he smirks, slamming himself into you before you can answer. you basically scream, gripping the edge of the counter in an attempt to ground yourself. karl’s pace is rapid, his cock hitting all the right spots making you see stars.

you’re embarrassed by the noises coming out of your mouth, not being able to control yourself. "now who’s whore are you honey? I bet sapnap couldn’t make you feel like this, could he?" karl laughs, watching your eyes roll back as he hits your g spot. "no no only you. m your whore daddy" you moan out, your legs shaking violently. "good girl" karl smiles, moving his thumb to your clit to reward you. "please daddy" you throw your head back, wrapping your arms around karl’s neck. "what is it baby gonna cum already?" he mocks, speeding his finger up on your clit. "yes please gonna cum sir can I" you beg, pulling him down to bury your head in the crook of his neck "go ahead whore but i’m not gonna stop" karl groans as you clench around him. your moans only get louder as you cum so you sink your teeth into karls neck and dig your nails into his back. "that’s right cum for daddy you little slut" karl smirks, feeling your body tremble in pleasure.

coming down from your high you can feel tears well up in your eyes from the overstimulation. "daddy please slow down I can’t" you whimper weakly as you pull your teeth out of karl’s skin, your nails still clawing at karl’s back. "yes you can baby I know it" he assures you, leaning down to suck on your neck. maybe if he gave you enough hickeys sapnap would get the hint.

you throw your head back, feeling karl’s tongue graze over your most sensitive spots. you moan, wrapping your legs around him. "sir please more" you beg, nearing the edge but not quite reaching your high. "aw is the slut still not satisfied? are you sure you can handle more" karl mocks, pulling away from your neck. "yes please I need to cum so bad" you whimper, grabbing onto karls shoulders for support. "okay then. suck" karl demands, pushing two of his fingers into your mouth.

you comply, swirling your tongue around his fingers, sucking on them gently. "good job darling" karl praises you and without another word he pushes those fingers into you alongside his dick. the moan you let out is pornographic, the stretch of two additional fingers having you absolutely braindead. karl smirks, curling his fingers upwards straight into your sweet spot. "come on whore cum for me. show daddy how much you love his cock" karl gives you permission, pressing his thumb down on your clit as your body shudders.

that’s all you needed to finally tip over the edge, your legs shaking, your moans uncontrollably loud and your pussy clenching tightly around karl. "please daddy cum in me, fill me up" you moan out, feeling his dick twitch inside of you. "yeah you want me to breed you? want me to fuck you full of my cum, huh?" he groans, pulling his fingers back out of you to grab your hip again. "yes sir" you whimper, the overstimulation already clouding your mind. and with that karl cums aswell, moaning loudly as he fills you with his cum.

it takes a moment until he comes down from his high but when he does he pulls out, tucking himself back in his pants and picking you up to carry you upstairs. in your shared bedroom he puts you down on the bed, going to cram through the nightstand. he wastes no time, pulling out a plug and pushing it into you. "gotta make sure nothing drips out yea? we don’t want you forgetting who you belong to" karl smirks, kissing you gently.

needless to say sapnap would not be flirting with you anymore.

#💜🐸 anon #mcytumblr #karl jacobs #karl mcyt #karl jacobs smut #karl jacobs x reader smut #sapnap #sapnap mcyt

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stardustluvs · 1 year ago

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hi, me again... I'm sorry but I need Nolan (I fell in love with your writing, please don't be mad at me)

I have one more idea for Nolan.

Let's go..... Nolan is participating in a video and has to win the challenge. But he gets hurt (nothing too bad) after getting hurt he keeps begging them to call his girlfriend, he needs her by his side

kiss it better || n.h.

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Pairing: Nolan Hansen x fem!Reader

Summary: What the req says

Warnings: Slight injury(?), Mention of blood (not a lot)

Author’s Note: Changing up how I’m styling the title of my fics slightly! I wrote this instead of sleeping. Also, thank you anon for the request! I appreciate you! Also most of my fics are set in the older style of MrBeast videos as opposed to the newer ones just because I miss when it was his friends competing instead of random people LOL Also I know I haven’t posted a fic in two weeks, shhh…

Requests are open! || masterlist

Everything was going smoothly, he’d spent a lof of time in preparation for this upcoming video, a challenge whereas to win, a sort obstacle course race must be completed. Nolan completely understood the challenge he was faced with, though he may have underestimated the difficulty of it.

Upon looking at the race in person, he could see it would give him a plethora of challenges and problems. It also looked overwhelming, slightly dangerous. Jimmy spent a lot of time already reassuring him and the rest of their friends it would be fine and if God forbid something did happen, they'd be able to safely resolve the issue.

You would've gone to watch Nolan compete, you normally did, except this time you had plans that you needed to get done, having put them off for months now. You could easily expect a few updates from Nolan throughout the day though, he was constantly checking in.

The first part of the course was easy. He just had to not fall and get to the other side. Among him and his friends, everyone was able to make it easily, a few sly remarks from Kris and Karl, but Nolan knew it was all in good fun.

The second part seemed much more terrifying than the first, it looked harder too.

This course was longer, and it consisted of having to run, dodge, and balance at multiple areas.

He didn't get a lot of time to process what he had been looking at when Jimmy called out saying it was time to go.

He started out strong, actually, he was quite far in the lead compared to the rest of the group.

Karl was a close second, calling out to him and making joking banter towards Nolan. That was however, when things started to take a turn for the worst.

Nolan's foot caught against a bit of the course where the ground came up, causing him to trip. At first glance you'd assume he'd have been able to get up and carry on, no big deal. However as he fell, his knee scraped one of the nearby obstacles, sharp enough to break skin, even through the material of his pants.

Immediately he sat up, clutching his knee. He held back curse words and bit down on his lip to try to mask the pain.

Karl saw him first and immediately rushed over towards him.

"Woah- Hey, are you okay?" Karl urged.

Nolan just shook his head, moving his hands to see how bad the cut was. It wasn't so deep he would need immediate medical attention, however it was deep enough to form a nasty cut, and draw a decent amount of blood.

"Jimmy- Hey we need to stop, Nolan's hurt," Karl called over.

Jimmy wasted no time on listening to Karl, putting everything about the video on the back burner. He rushed over to where Nolan was sat on the ground. A few people from around set had rushed over with first aid supplies, being more than prepared for the incident.

"Can someone call Y/N?" Nolan asked to no one in particular. He allowed the people who rushed over to help clean up his knee, wincing a little at the pain from all the movement.

"Yeah- yeah, I'll give Y/N a call," Kris reassured, pulling out her phone and moving quickly to get to her contacts list.

Meanwhile, you had been sat in your car, parked in front of the grocery store. You had been scrolling through your phone momentarily before getting a call from... Kris?

It was odd, and you wondered why she would be calling if she was meant to be filming with everyone right now.

You answered, a little worried and concerned.

"Hello?" You asked as you pressed the phone to your ear.

"Hey, Y/N, can you come to the set right now?"

"Uhm, I'm a little busy, why? Is everything okay?" You asked, concern filling your voice more and more as you wondered what the issue was.

"Nolan's hurt- He's okay, he didn't like break anything or anything like that, but he fell, and his knee's kind of fucked up now," Kris explained, hurrying to tell you that he was okay, knowing you would worry.

"He asked for someone to call you," She added.

"Okay, oh my God, thanks Kris, I'm on my way," You said, ending the call and putting your phone away.

You sighed, knowing that it was probably going to be okay, you reminded yourself that Kris told you Nolan didn’t break anything and was okay except for the fact he got hurt. You were about fifteen minutes out from where the set was, and you could only do so much to get there quickly with all the traffic.

Back at the shoot, a medical team continued to try and get the bleeding to stop. It was slowing down…slowly, and it hurt like hell.

“Did you call Y/N?” He asked Kris when he saw her show back up beside him.

“Yeah, she’s coming,” She replied.

The reassurance that fell over his body at the news you were on your way was visible to anyone who paid attention. It was no secret that he was extremely dependent on you, and that was fine, it wasn’t like you minded him clinging to you any time something happened. It was cute.

When you got there, the first person you saw was Jimmy, who greeted you and was immediately guiding you over to where Nolan was.

It looked…worse than what you imagined in your head, which made you panic slightly, seeing all these medical professionals around your boyfriend. It seemed excessive.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked him, sitting down beside him.

Immediately he pulled you into a hug, wincing slightly when he had to move his leg.

“What happened?” You asked him.

“I fell, cut my knee pretty bad,” He replied.

“We’ll go home as soon as they’re done, okay?”

He was about to object, saying he wanted to continue the video, but before he could, his friends all seemed to agree that was for the best.

You waited with him, allowing him to rest his head against yours while the medical team seemed to finally be finishing up after what felt like ages.

They explained that he may have a bit of a difficulty walking since the cut was pretty nasty, but it should heal up in no time, which you thanked God for.

“Ready?” You asked him, starting to stand up as you reached your hand down to help him up.

He nodded, grabbing your hand. You helped him up the best you could. He inhaled sharply at the slight pressure being put onto his knee.

You allowed him to use you to lean on and help balance, saying goodbye to everyone and getting to your car.

“Thanks for coming so quickly,” He thanked you.

You shook your head, “Why are you thanking me for that?”

“Because I know you were busy today is all,” He said, shrugging a little.

“Never busy if you’re hurt,” You smiled softly, leaning over and kissing him gently.

#kit’s requests #nolan hansen #nolan hansen x reader fluff #mcyt #mcyt x reader #x reader #mrbeast crew #mrbeast crew fluff #mrbeast crew x reader #nolan hansen fluff #nolan hansen x reader

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