#let every mask you have be loved because they are all a part of you darling đ„č
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A Corroded Coffin Christmas ft The Fallen
Hello and welcome to my Christmas AUvent Calendar! Every day from now until the 24th I will be posting a ficlet that is 500-1500 from an AU I've done over the years.
All stories will be marked with the tag #12 aus of christmas so you can follow along as I will only be tagging my permanent list for this (it would get too confusing otherwise).
The next one on our list is: The Fallen verse. You can read the story here and it's sequels here and here. All links will be to the first chapter, but the chapter itself will have links to the rest of the story.
Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9 Day 10
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Steve reached over and put his hand on Simonâs knee as it was bouncing faster and faster the closer they got to the studio. He was nervous as fuck. Hell, they all were. Because apparently the perks of being the boyfriend for the lead singer of the biggest metal band in the world is getting his band to do a Christmas album with them.
It wasnât going to be a full album, just about eight or so songs that would feature The Fallen in someway. Steve was really looking for to the absolute gay fest his version of âSanta Babyâ was going to be.
Other songs would include âJingle Bellsâ, âCarol of the Bellsâ, âLast Christmasâ, âBetter Do it Rightâ, âI Heard the Bells on Christmas Dayâ, âI Saw Three Shipsâ (the duet version Barenaked Ladies did with Sarah McLaughlin), âLittle Drummer Boyâ, and âChristmas Dayâ for the feels.
It was going to be so much fun. Gareth and Spencer were going to do a drum off for âBetter Do it Rightâ and Shane was going to really get to let lose on the metal cover of âI Heard the Bells on Christmas Dayâ. While Simon was going take over for Jeff in âLast Christmasâ. Jeff couldnât stand the song and didnât want to have his ears bleed.
The car pulled up to the studio where they were led into the sound booth would be using. For the most part everyone would be going into different rooms and laying down their parts but would come together for the duet and Carol of the Bells where they would all be singing together.
Even Spence. Which he as super excited for. One secret that not even Eddie knew was that backup vocals werenât sung by Asmodeus or Astraeus. But by Azrael. He had the best voice next to Steve and he loved that no one knew that but his friends and now Nadia.
They all gathered together in the green room with Bob, Chrissy, and Celeste all waiting for them. It appeared the Corroded Coffin boys werenât there yet.
âCome on in!â Bob said brightly. âYou can take your masks off for bit if you want, Eddie knows to knock before they come in.â
They all looked at each other and then all of them removed the masks with a sigh of relief. The masks were as comfortable as they could be but they were still masks.
They chatted for awhile, talking about the album and which songs they were excited to play. Everyone agreed it was Abbadon doing Santa Baby. Screw âSanta Buddyâ for fuckâs sake.
Then there was a knock on the door and after they were given time to put the masks back, Corroded Coffin entered the room.
âHey, guys!â Bob greeted brightly. âCome on in. Iâm Bob Newby, Iâm The Fallenâs music producer. Thank you for choosing me to do this with you!â
Jeff reached out and shook his hand. âWeâve heard nothing but things about you from the guys and couldnât wait to get in the studio with you.â
âYeah,â Gareth agreed. âItâs nice to put a face to the name.â
Then they all sat down and wrote down which order everyone would going in. And it was pretty much going to a full schedule for everyone for the next couple of weeks.
But they were all excited and couldnât wait to get started.
Then the day came. The one everyone had been waiting for. The instrumentals had been laid and mixed weeks ago, but it was time for Steve to sing âSanta Babyâ.
The little sound booth was crammed with everyone wanting to hear this. Both managers, Vickie their agent, and the seven other members of both bands all clustered behind Bob at the mixer.
Steve had his mask on, but rolled his shoulders as he started his vocal warm ups. He shook out his limbs and then grabbed the mic.
âSanta baby,â Abbadon crooned, âjust slip a Jag under the tree for me. Been an awful good boy. Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight!â
Eddie melted on the spot. If the guys had been in the know, they would be making fun of him so hard right now. As it was, they all were under Abbadonâs spell.
âSanta baby, a â54 convertible too, light blue. Iâll wait up for you. Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight! Think of all the fun Iâve missed, think of all the fellaâs that I havenât kissed. Next year I could be just as good, if you check off my Christmas list.â
Steve continued to sing the whole song and the sound booth was going to crazy. Once he was done, The Fallen boys flooded the recording booth and dogpiled Abbadon, telling him how sick that was and that it was going to be a number one hit for sure.
Eddie didnât doubt that for a moment. Abbadon coming out as bisexual and then two years later, singing that? Yeah. That song was going to be huge. They all walked out of the studio to a bright July evening, excited for the album to drop in December.
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They were right, The Fallen were asked to sing âSanta Babyâ on every morning talk show, late night show, and for the POPS! Christmas special.
Another one that made the POPS concert, which surprised everyone, was Gareth and Spenceâs Little Drummer Boy. They credited the idea to Of King and Country, of course, but there was just something special about a metal version of it that drove the masses wild.
The final surprise off the album was people clamoring to know who the contra alto was in their version of âCarol of the Bellsâ. They wanted to know who the guest female vocalist was. Both The Fallen and Corroded Coffin burst out laughing every time the question was raised.
âAll vocals were done by Corroded Coffin and The Fallen,â Bob said in an interview with Rolling Stone magazine. âThere was no female vocalist.â
Spence enjoyed every moment of the speculation.
When the album went platinum in two weeks, they threw a party with the two bands.
âHereâs to the best metal Christmas collab of all time!â Eddie toasted and everyone cheered.
Steve smiled, it was a very merry Christmas indeed.
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Day 12
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I think a lot about Leoâs tendency to push his way into the spotlight despite clearly being a natural in the shadows. Hell, you could argue that his worst moments are when heâs forcing himself onstage, and his best are when he does things no one notices until itâs already been done.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rottmnt headcanons#rise leo#His aptitude with subterfuge sleight of hand stealth and speed really push how being a ninja really comes naturally to him.#itâs arguable that his desperation for the spotlight and validation is an act of subterfuge against himself#note that when heâs offered a job as a mascot heâs fine being unknown#when he and splinter win the battle nexus Leo immediately says âthey love YOU popsâ#idk I think so much about how good a ninja Leo is#and how much his persona is more an actor#Leo as a tot is shown a natural skill at katana too so hear me out-#every Leo is a natural ninja but every Leoâs route in life is directly tied to their splinter so#since rise splinter is an actor Leo too aims for it#and he brings it into his whole life - masking always because a Leo makes what they do who they are#I think that Leo naturally falls more in line with that of a typical ninja#his eccentric performer self is his subterfuge skill just set to an 11 at all times#not that thatâs NOT him - like I said itâs still undoubtedly a part of Leo#but? idk I think about little moments like Leo being the only one to choose stealth in bug busters#or Leo being the only one to almost get Gusâs dog tags in The Ninja Art of Hide and Seek (he was so close but luck was against him alas)#like- heâs clearly in his element there and he falls into those skills so easily#itâs like how everyone has skills in so many things but some exceed more in some than others do#like Raph? Raphâs the biggest Hero of the bunch of them letâs be perfectly real here. Raph is THE Hero#All the boys are smart in their own rights but Donnie is THE Genius.#and they all have mystic powers but Mikey is THE Mystic Warrior with immense untapped potential#likewise Leo I feel is THE Ninja#but yeah I love how much Leo goes for the spotlight anyway for better or for worse#he IS a performer again make no mistake! but again the way he does it still lines up with his natural ninja aptitude and I love it#Leo loving magic tricks and magicians so much works doubly well here because like#youâd think heâs focused solely on the performance flair - no itâs ALSO and ESPECIALLY the DECEPTION
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we should let kaito be angrier. that's boy's been through a lot let him lash out, let him be mad, let him say and do things he's gonna regret, and let him heal in the ugliest process possible. and let him realize that he will be loved despite it all.
#also he gets kisses and hugs from shinichi#lol#on my kaishin agenda 24/7 what can i do đ€·#oh to be loved for who you were who you are and who you will be#and to be loved despite you not knowing who you really are yet#kaito dear you are so brilliant and bright with a heart of gold#you are so easy to love if you would just let people love you#every part of you đ„č#let every mask you have be loved because they are all a part of you darling đ„č#(by this i mean he should let shinichi love him ngl but i also mean everyone!!!!!! in his life!!!!!!! i promise i can be normal âđ)#(except toichi btw fuck that guy kaito you can hate him all your life i will enable you đ LOL)#dc prattles#lowkey kaishin#LMAOOOOO
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using the tags to vent my current emotional state into the void bc ig story feels like a bad plan for this, read at your own risk.
#but jesus christ coming back home while already knee deep in a suicidal episode was an awful idea#like i was maybe on the verge of improving and then i came back to all of this family bullshit#and the place as well like itâs so. i donât want to say isolated necessarily. but so much itâs own little bubble#and i spent the last eight or nine years i lived here depressed and the last six suicidal#and being back here feels like the actual place is telling me to die#and i donât think it helps that every place i go i know or know of someone who successfully committed suicide#like. oh this person drowned themself here. or that person hung themself in these woods. or several people jumped off the side of this clif#like. it all feels like reminders of my failures. and itâs like. cmon. wouldnât it be easy. all you need to do is jump. is slit your throat#is find a decent piece of rope. idk. but everything is so much and i just want it to stop and it feels like the ground itself#is giving me a way to do it.#i genuinely feel like iâm like 16 or 17 again. and everything that isnât within these hills#feels like a haze and not actually real. like the concept of buxton doesnât actually exist and my friends do not actually exist and nothing#actually exists except the place iâm in and my family and the pub#i think going back to work at the pub was a mistake; i think itâs making this worse. especially because itâs henryâs dadâs local#and where henryâs wake was. and nothing there has changed at all. itâs like the whole last year never happened.#and i only need to get through two more days but it feels like an impossible task and i keep thinking being back in york will fix me but id#if that even true like. i was suicidal before i left. and itâs going to be intense and stressful and then i have to leave again.#come back here and do three full weeks of this all over again. i havenât even managed two yet this time around. and i feel like#such a failure and such a drain on my friends (and on one in particular) because it just#is so much and has been so long and everything is complicated and awful and i think if i hadnât come back iâd be in a normal mental state#by now. thatâs the worst fucking part. and also the whole thing of i know how to be suicidal here. i know how to not give a shit about#living here. i know how to do that. but ive never had to try before. like im trying to improve and im trying to hold on and hold off the#urges to kill myself or self harm or whatever because i said i would and because i KNOW it can be better than this and bc i love my friends#and they love me and i donât want to upset them or make them anxious or anything like that and kat made me promise to try and im trying so#fucking hard and it feels like itâs not even worth the effort because itâs so much effort and everything is so overwhelming and awful and i#hate the way my family interacts and i just want everything to stop and idc if suicide is the cowards way out or selfish or whatever#bullshit people say it feels like the only option i can actually withstand because everything is so much pain and so much effort and so muc#everything and i canât deal with it anymore. and also i forgot just how much i have to fucking mask in front of my parents and especially m#father and itâs so exhausting and i canât sleep and thereâs so much yelling and i just need it all to stop#iâve had major breakdowns the last 3 nights about wanting to die so much & trying so hard to not let myself & idk how much longer i can tak
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Gojo Satoru x pregnant!reader
protective!Satoru, fluff, a lil angst, mention of feeling guilty, implied heavy symptoms experienced by the reader
"it's ok, baby. i've got it." Satoru says as he approaches your slouched form over the sink, washing the dishes as you try to get something done and make yourself useful.
you've been feeling guilty during the past month or so, feeling like you were a burden to him, thinking that you would never live up to his expectations. now he has to take care of you. and as time goes by, it will get even worse as your pregnancy progresses. but he's a busy man with heavy responsibilities. you'd be only holding him back. you torture yourself with these thoughts every day.
"oh, thanks. i'll go clean up the living room and do the laundry then." you respond with a forced smile, trying to mask the guilt that's been gnawing at you for a while as you try to keep yourself from falling over out of dizziness.
"what? no, wait! i'll do it after i wash the dishes. you go get some rest. you've done enough." he retorts while gently grabbing your arm, voice slightly raised to stop you immediately.
he is in utter disbelief at your behavior. you should be resting right now, tucked in beneath the soft sheets peacefully. you shouldn't worry your pretty little head about anything, he thinks.
"i haven't done anything all day." you utter in a faintly frustrated tone, mostly at yourself.
"and that's exactly how it should be." he replies with a nod, "now go to bed before i drag you there myself." he adds, maintaining a playful tone, a soft smile adorning his features as he drinks in your beauty. you're already glowing. but considering how observant he is, he senses your discomfort immediately like he can actually feel the gloom and sorrow you're feeling right now like a mother hen.
"what is it, baby? tell me." he murmurs as he walks up to you and pulls you into him by your hips, shining blue eyes staring at you as he awaits a response.
his hand rests on your side as the other cups your jaw, his thumb swiping over your cheek that could be dampened any moment now as you feel tears threatening to spill.
"i'm so sorry." you whisper breathily, voice slightly quivering with the lump in your throat as you look up into his glowing eyes.
"for what?" he asks, confusion evident on his features.
"for being weak. i'm so sorry to disappoint you." you finally spill out the words that have been weighing heavily on your chest as the tears cascade down your glossy eyes.
"disappoint me? i don't understand... why are you crying, love?" he mutters with a shake of his head, his confusion growing even more by your words as his fingers swipe over your cheeks to wipe away the stray tears.
"you're literally the strongest and you're stuck with me. i'm barely even showing yet and i'm feeling extreme fatigue. i've been sleeping all day for the past month cause i can't do anything. and because of the symptoms, i'll probably have to quit my job." you ramble about the thoughts that have been pulling you down all this time.
"wait, wait, wait! how long have you been feeling like this?" he questions with widened eyes baring into your soul.
"eversince we found out i was pregnant. i can't stop feeling guilty about disappointing you." you reply quietly, almost embarrassed to admit it. of course you know you're being irrational. it's all natural to be tired during this time and need help, but you just can't help it.
"you've been feeling like this all this time and you didn't tell me anything?" he blurts out almost too aggressively to his liking, "sorry. didn't mean it to come out that way." he quickly apologizes after witnessing the slight flinch on your part.
how could he not see it? you've been trying to do the chores like regular, pushing yourself to your limit both in the house and on your job until he swoops in and takes the weight off your shoulders. now he starts to blame himself for not finding out sooner and letting you wallow in your own sadness and guilt all alone.
"you're not weak, baby. you're doing the one thing that i can't possibly ever do. the one thing that the strongest can't do. and what does that make you? huh? you're literally the strongest of all, babe. i can't even fathom what you're going through and you're doing amazing-", "i'm barely functioning." you cut him off.
"i'm not done yet, babe." he says playfully before continuing, "you're doing amazing, honey. you sleep not because you can't do anything else but because you need it. you're carrying our child for fuck's sake. a literal human's life is growing inside you and of course it takes its toll on you. and i'm right here beside you every step of the way." he finishes his loving speech with a tender kiss on your forehead as his strong arms wrap around your now slightly shaking form as you sob, utterly moved by his words and also the hormones.
"thank you, Satoru. i really appreciate it. you always know what to say when i'm feeling down." your words are cut off by loud sobs but he patiently waits for you to finish as he rubs your back soothingly while nuzzling his face in your neck.
"any time, baby. i love you." he whispers in your ear, "i love you too, toru." you say back, continuing to sob in his arms for a while before you eventually calm down and he guides you to bed, encouraging you to take some much-needed rest.
"and don't worry about your job. you can take some time off or quit altogether. i have more than enough to pay for our family and the next generations to come-", "ok, stop bragging!" you chuckle, "i'm just saying, baby. i've been dying to spoil you. now's my chance. let me take care of you. you don't have to go through this alone. in fact, i won't even let you." he chuckles lightly and crashes his lips onto yours, pulling away with a loud smack as you both lay in bed, limbs tangled together, "you already spoil me." you mention with a slight pout, "and i'm gonna do it even more. you deserve it, baby. don't worry about anything. i've got it." he says while softly caressing your cheek, admiring your glowing beauty illuminated by the faint bedside light.
you slowly start to feel the sleep creeping in and drift away into a slumber as you mumble a quiet 'thank you', curling into Satoru's side as he holds you so lovingly while you think to yourself how you've been blessed with the best, most loving and supportive partner anyone could ever ask for.
#gojo#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#gojo x reader#satoru x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#jujutsu gojo#jjk gojo#jjk fanfic#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#gojo fluff#anime
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THE TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION TELLS CHUCK TINGLE TO STAY HOME BUT WE PROVE LOVE ANYWAY
just when you buckaroos thought 2024 would be a break from book drama, here comes chuck tingle in the mix. recently i was asked to be a featured speaker at the TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION annual conference. a few days ago they rescinded my invitation. here is what happened.
(EDITED TO ADD THIS LINK. if you have a hard time reading this on way of tumblr you can also read for free on chucks patreon)
i would like to start off by saying it is not my intent to start a fight, and all those reading this should know that the actions of a few misguided folks do not speak for the whole TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION. i am sure there are many involved who will be very upset to learn what others at TLA have done in their name. there are many individuals here, so please do not paint them all as villains in your mind. besides, chuck loves the dang library everyone knows that.
the point of writing this is not to vilify. i am writing this is because MOMENTS OF DARKNESS are the best places to SHINE A LIGHT AND PROVE LOVE IS REAL. this is a perfect time for learning and growing and for us talk on some very important things that queer buckaroos and neurodivergent buckaroos face every day. this is an unfortunate moment that WE can turn around and use to prove love is real.
i am also writing this to understand some of my own personal feelings on the matter. for something that seems very simple on the surface, the trot is complex, and i am still working out my emotions on the whole dang thing. i am learning in this way.
PART ONE: BAG OF LOVE
a few months ago chuck was asked to be a featured speaker at the 2024 TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION ANNUAL CONFERENCE. i have been asked to do things like the before and it is ALWAYS a fun time to meet bookseller and librarian buds. trotting around face to face and talking about my story of conquering chronic pain and overcoming my mental hurdles is VERY IMPORTANT to me. i say YES to these things whenever i can. (here i am with authors at CALIFORNIA INDEPENDENT BOOKSELLERS ALLIANCE conference. they are a WONDERFUL group and they proved love with their OWN invitation to chuck. this was such a moving event with so many amazing authors and stories. got very teared up during this photo)
ANYWAY BUCKAROOS i get the TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION invite and say 'YES BUD LETS TROT'. we are then confirmed.
months pass. a few weeks ago i get a call from my manager and agent and publisher saying âthe TLA have rescinded their invitation.â
turns out some things had been going on behind the scenes
at some point the TLA asked chucks INCREDIBLE HEROIC BAD ASS PUBLISHER if chuck would be okay with not wearing the mask, to which tor/nightfire/macmillan said âwhat the heck are you talking about of course chuck is going to wear his mask. this is how chuck presents himselfâ (NOT EXACT QUOTE)
as you all know, my pink bag way is a VERY IMPORTANT SPACE. as an autistic buckaroo it is a boundary that allows me to express myself freely and relieve my chronic pain from neurotypically masking all day. i have talked about this for years, and it is why i consider my private identity a SACRED THING. it is literally a health issue.
fortunately THE PINK BAG is never really a problem when making appearances. i have spent years going on television shows, doing interviews, speaking at other conferences and conventions, hosting book events on tour, and even MEETING WITH LAWYERS in my pink face covering. it is always respected and that is very validating to my way.
when arriving anywhere i always take precautions. i always warn buckaroos ahead of time that there is a masked man coming. i always have someone go in ahead of me JUST IN CASE. again, there has never been an issue. at a big conference where i am a special guest there is ESPECIALLY not an issue because my face and bio are printed IN THE DANG PROGRAM
SOME FUN TIMES AT BIG EVENTS BELOW:
CHUCK ON TV SHOW NAME OF 'AT MIDNIGHT' BACK BEFORE I WROTE LOVE IS REAL ON MY HEAD:
well, there has never been an issue.... UNTIL NOW.
PART TWO: RESCINDED
a few days ago TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION suddenly messaged my publishers and said that chuck tingle is no longer invited. my invitation was rescinded. the reason given was that people could possibly be uncomfortable with my mask
right out of the gate i would like to say this: it is absolutely the right of the texas library association to disinvite someone from their conference. it is their event, after all, and they can ban anyone they would like, for any reason.
of course, that doesnt mean other folks HEARING THIS NEWS wont have their own opinions the TLA choices. if the TLA disinvites someone, their reasoning for doing this can be discussed and analyzed. whether or not they follow their own guidelines can be questioned, and certainly their kindness and tact can be considered
there are a few BIG POINTS to make regarding this choice from the TLA
first and foremost, i just gotta say buckaroos, it is incredibly rude to invite someone to be a guest speaker at your event, have them confirm and mark off their calendar and turn down other offers, then rescind their invitation. this is maybe the simplest of the points, but it is an important one.
second, (DEEP BREATH HERE WE GO BUCKAROOS) i personally do not think of my autism as a disability very often, but i also KNOW that despite these feelings it ABSOLUTELY IS. autism is important to be listed as a recognized disability because of the help some autistic buckaroos need regarding government programs and things like that. ALSO just because my neurodivergence has helped me in some ways (hyperfocus and a unique artistic sensibility for example). i personally need to step back and remember my battle with stress and chronic pain from having to neurotypically mask all the time. for as much as i love being autistic it has made some things very difficult.
in other words, i am perfectly capable of speaking and interacting with folks without this pink bag on my head BUT WHEN I AM IN THE CHUCK TINGLE SPACE I REQUIRE IT. i can ONLY use this space while covering my face. is not a want. it is a need. holding this boundary is more important than i can ever say. i will not, and can not, let these spaces cross.
TLA not letting an autistic author wear the face cover theyve set up to express their neurodivergence in a safe, healthy way is--for lack of a better term--NOT A GOOD LOOK.
i cannot fathom them disinviting another author for using a disability aid. i cannot fathom them saying that a buckaroo who hears better with a hearing device cannot use it during their panel because it would make others 'uncomfortable'.
but here we are.
PART THREE: WHAT DOES A BUCKAROO GOTTA DO TO GET BANNED AROUND HERE?
this is the TLAs official stance on disability issues according to their website:
when poking around on the TLA website i noticed a few other things. i noticed a previous guest speaker wearing a niqab, and i was left wondering if the religious significance is what make that okay but chuck tingle banned. that made sense until i looked deeper and saw mascot buckaroos dressed up on the exhibition floor, and saw some kind of spiderbud in a costume contest. nobody around them seemed to be all that scared. their invitations REMAINED INTACT.
it should be mentioned here that AT ONE POINT during the discussions an email was sent from TLA saying chuck is allowed to come and wear his mask in the exhibition halls and smaller panels, just not at any of the big PAID PANELS i was once supposed to participate on. this was a confusing offer, but their explanation was that people who paid for something should have the option to not see chucks 'scary neurodivergence aid'. i tried to wrap my head around WHY they would make a distinction. maybe the exchange of money (rather than time) causes some kind of philosophical adjustment that i just cant grasp?
i wonder, would the author who wears a niqab ALSO be banned from the paid panels? i hope not
my answers trotted up short until i investigated deeper and found this quick moment from one of the TLA help videos. while some events DO require additional buckaroo cash, it actually appears that THE ENTIRE CONFERENCE IS TICKETED AND COSTS MONEY.
at this point i realized there is clearly no actual official policy about not covering your face (other than one from a few years ago saying that you HAVE to cover your face), and the addition of 'money' is a red herring. these excuses make no sense
PART FOUR: CLOSE THOSE GATES
it appears that my neurodivergence is 'scary' enough to get me uninvited, REGARDLESS what their disability and mask policies may say
BUT WHY? why is chucks preferred physical presentation valued SO little by the TLA that a THEORETICAL complaint is worth more? is my neurodivergent expression so awful? is my own safety as a queer activist such an afterthought?
is a pink bag with the words 'love is real' scrawled across the front REALLY going to frighten someone when the posters and pamphlets on the way into in panel would have a photo of my masked face saying THIS IS LITERALLY WHO IS ABOUT TO APPEAR BEFORE YOU.
if THAT accommodation is too much, would it really be so difficult to have someone trot out beforehand and make an announcement? to say 'there is someone on this upcoming panel who needs a mask to express this part of himself, if this makes you uncomfortable then this panel might not be for you'.
and really, i have to heckin ask, is this physical expression of my raw inner truth really so hideous and frightening that fear of making someone uncomfortable is a REAL problem?
(a terrifying display of autism. apparently)
i cannot imagine what kind of precautions they need to take before a stage play featuring costumes and masks.
you MIGHT think chucks queerness and left leaning politics could be the issue with this organization, but they have had drag queens as past speakers (also featuring some GLORIOUS makeup and hair that covers almost all of their faces. VERY CURIOUS). regardless, the TLA do not seem like a conservative bunch.
if you are bisexual or an autistic person who is good at 'passing' you probably already know where this is headed, your dang spiderbuckaroo senses are tingling at FULL ALERT. i will say i do not KNOW the real reason why i was uninvited, and i do not have enough information to make any concrete statement of the real answer. there is only evidence that masks have been fine at TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION events in the past, but not much else to go on.
so the FACTS part of our discussion ends there, but i think it opens us up to talk about some very important feelings that bisexual and autistic buckaroos know well.
THIS is where we take a unfortunate, hurtful moment and turn it into a discussion. this is where we prove love is real.
as someone who is constantly doubted and put through purity tests because of my unique way, we are pushing up against a subject i know well. thats right buckaroos: we are talking GATEKEEPING
AGAIN, i do not know if this is the answer, but someone in my position might be VERY STRONGLY INCLINED TO THINK that a few well-meaning left leaning buckaroos think i am a joke and that this is a character, and that there is something problematic about my work because i am not really a real person.
any upstanding left leaning organization would OF COURSE allow a mask for a neurodivergent buckaroo with an unusual visual presentation, an autistic buckaroo who conquered his chronic pain ONLY by creating this important space... but what about a FAKE autistic buckaroo?
any upstanding left leaning organization would OF COURSE allow a mask for a queer LGBTQ activist standing up for gay and trans rights against a torrent of scoundrels hunting for his legal identity. its a matter of safety... but what about a FAKE queer activist?
let me be very clear for the 100th time: i am a real person. this is not a joke. i am not playing a character. i am really autistic and bisexual. tinglers are sincere and they are not âso bad theyre goodâ. they are just good. camp damascus is not âmy first serious bookâ because my queer erotica is serious. my art is important and real.
when people tell me to unmask they often do not know WHY they want it, and of course one very good reason is innocent curiosity. but there are SOME cases where i start to get THAT feeling--that tingle all of us âpassingâ buckaroos get when we can sense the real intent behind the poking and prodding. that is the feeling of stumbling into a gatekeepers crosshairs.
if i was to take off my pink bag, what about my face would you analyze to tell if i was REALLY queer. my eye color? my ear shape? if you learned my legal name, would you see if it sounded autistic? is my voice neurodivergent enough?
or is all of that utterly absurd? i am curious what the TEXAS LIBRARY ASSOCIATION thinks.
PART FIVE: GENDERED
this will be the shortest of parts, but it has to be said. i have a very complex relationship with gender, as written about at length here and here. i understand these things can be difficult to parse for some, but i ask that you trust me when i say that the ONLY reason i have been able to talk about my gender and sexuality and learn these things about myself is because of this pink bag. this outward appearance is a direct expression and reflection of my gender journey.
if the texas library association does not care about my appearance as an expression of my autism, then i cant imagine them giving a dang about it as an expression of my gender and queerness. that being said, it is personally very important to me and i think it should be mentioned
PART SIX: SO YOU WANT TO REMOVE AN AUTISTIC QUEER AUTHOR FROM YOUR EVENT BECAUSE PEOPLE MIGHT FIND THEIR DIFFERENCES SCARY
there is a question to be asked here: how could the TLA have done this correctly?
i have one very big piece of advice i would like to shout from the rooftops. please, for the love of sweet barbara, DO ENOUGH RESEARCH to know if this appearance will be a problem and, IF SO, dont extend an invitation in the first place. unique buckaroos with different presentations are constantly left in this place of limbo because we are bombarded with careless actions like those of the TLA. before you consider extending a branch to an artist who might need more accommodations than usual, think to yourself 'CAN WE MAKE THESE ACCOMMODATIONS?'
putting all of this on the shoulders of a single 'buckaroo with a difference' is exhausting. as the TLA has shown, we currently live on a timeline where a buckaroo like myself never really knows if an invite is SOLID without doing a deep dive history lesson on how often a group discriminates and against who.
i did not want to spend my whole family holiday worrying whether or not i should say something publicly or just lie down and shut my dang mouth. i had to consider HOW i should say it. i had to worry whether or not its worth standing up for myself in the face of the largest state library association in the country. i think buckaroos with differences are with me when i say: WE ARE SICK OF HAVING TO DO THIS WORK TO COVER FOR THE POOR BEHAVIOR OF LARGE ORGANIZATIONS WHO TREAT US BADLY
another option would just be to use kindness and common sense and happily accommodate artists with unique presentations to your conventions
PART SEVEN: LOVE IS STILL REAL
i would like to close by saying THANK YOU to my publisher nightfire and editor kelly for standing up for me. they immediately stood firm and had my back. they are the real dang deal. THANK YOU to my management and agent buds dongwon and gino for trotting along beside me. THANK YOU to the folks at the texas library association who initially invited chuck with goodness in their heart and then likely got bowled over by someone else, and maybe even got knocked to the side by a big closing gate.
i hope there are librarians in texas who are still interested in carrying BURY YOUR GAYS when it comes out (which is ironically about someone who creates a space through art to express their queerness where they cant otherwise). libraries prove love is real and what they do IS SO IMPORTANT. it was SO IMPORTANT TO ME as a young buckaroo and i cannot thank you enough. i am not sure if me writing all of this will hurt my sales in some way, but this opportunity to speak about the reality of disability awareness and queer gatekeeping is too important to stay silent. (if you have not already preordered BURY YOUR GAYS then give it a preorder to make up for some texas library losses i guess.)
which leads me to my final thank you. THANK YOU to the buckaroos reading this. yes YOU. i am in the position to stand up and speak my mind against scoundrel forces ONLY because i have the might of you buckaroos by my side. the buckaroo trot is ALL OF OUR TROT and we are ALL HERE TO PROVE LOVE. i cannot tell you how much i appreciate the way you have created a space for me to express these important parts of myself. you have seen this pink mask over my face and saying YES, I ACCEPT YOU, you have literally saved my life. for that i am so thankful.
if you are UPSET by what youve read here, then turn it into something positive. you can support autistic creators, or make a donation to the AUTISTIC SELF ADVOCACY NETWORK
and besides WHO IS REALLY MISSING OUT? this is what it looks like when you invite the worlds greatest author chuck tingle to your event and treat their identity as valid. WE HAVE A DANG GOOD TIME
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KEEP TROTTING INTO THE FUTURE. KEEP KICKING DOWN GATES WHEREVER THEY MAY BE. KEEP PROVING LOVE IS REAL AND PROVING IT TOGETHER. lets go buckaroos - chuck
UPDATE AN HOUR AFTER POSTING:
true buckaroo TJ KLUNE was set to be another author on panel chuck was removed from and has informed me he has now chosen to decline his invitation in support and solidarity with chuck. i am so deeply moved by this. thank you from bottom of heart buckaroo
to be very clear TJ has a huge platform and DOES NOT NEED TO DO THIS. these conferences are great for book sales and he is taking a hit out of pure solidarity. this is queer buckaroos standing up for eachother. i am floored by this kindness and love
please consider checking out his books if they are not already covering your dang bookshelf. chuck blurbed IN THE LIVES OF PUPPETS and i was blown away i heckin loved it
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Couples Shit with Simon Riley (Part 2):
Having a giggle/chuckle fest almost every time you are intimate. It first happened at the beginning of your relationship when you would giggle every time you two kissed. It opened the floodgates, had let that nervous energy out, and Simon was right there chuckling with you. ("Hehâaw, fuck me.")
Swearing up and down that you're gonna fuck each other's brains out but as soon as you hit the bed, you and Simon are out like a light. The last time this happened, he was supposed to go down on you, but the next thing you know, you woke up to him fast asleep with his head on your stomach.
Kissing the bridge of his crooked nose and Simon turning into putty every time. Hell, kissing any and every dent, bruise, and scar, and making your man melt.
A nice round of horizontal tango turning into a cuddle session after you comforted Simon through a charley horse. Poor baby.
Initially making the telly watch you two make sex but turns out whatever you're watching was pretty decent after all so you guys are back to watching the telly again.
Getting hot and heavy one time but you were so intrigued with the mole you discovered on Simon's inner thigh that you spent the next half-hour or so trying to find other moles on his body.
Telling Simon that you "always wanted to do this" and when you get him hot, bothered, and hard, it turns out what you always wanted to do was measure him. His disappointment was immeasurable... even if he was interested to know the number.
Twinning in some way, shape, or fashion whenever you're out together.
Talking mad shit about his snoring but let him tell it, he doesn't say shit when you take up about 80% of the bed, covers, and sleep under him.
Speaking of talking shit, having disagreements like every couple does and when you go to bed, you're angrily cuddling each other. And yes, Simon still wants your kisses in the morning, even if you two are still mad at each other. Simon doesn't give a shit, you're still gonna love on him, dammit. And him on you.
Being mad with Simon when he arrived too late to get the creepy crawler that was harassing you. Harassing you by doing what it does best: be a creepy crawler. Simon tells you you'll have to conquer your fear one day. You tell him to conquer the couch tonight lmao.
Agreeing to disagree about the superior ice cream flavor in the house. It's too bad there's not any of his favorite ice cream in the freezer. There's some of yours, though. Why? You didn't get any because it was so superior that you wouldn't "dare sully it with your hands". Cue the judgemental stare and him eating YOUR ice cream afterward. Rude.
Scaring the ever-living shit out of Simon on the rare occasions he gets to sleep in. He woke up to you sitting up in bed with his mask and paint on. Oh, and he calls bullshit. He did not nearly fall out the bed. Nor did he jump. Okay, Simon.
Chilling and drinking with Simon. Finding out he gets hot and sweaty pretty easily and off comes his clothes. Waking up hungover the next morning and you're the big spoon to a naked and equally hungover Simon. Choosing to do fuck all but sleep it off that day.
Playfully calling or referring to him as the Missus, especially in front of your co-workers. When they finally meet Simon and ask him who he is, he replies in pure deadpan Ghost fashion: "The Missus".
#2queued4u.#nsfw-ish.#cw: alcohol consumption#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty modern lovefare.#simon ghost riley#ghost call of duty#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon riley x reader#cod x reader#cod x you#call of duty x reader#call of duty x you#x plus size reader#x poc reader#x black reader#task force 141
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let's collab | (m)
â° summary : you've always vied for the top spot on onlyfans but "hluvsbabes" makes it tough with his undeniable charm and looks. when you unexpectedly meet him you realize he's even more captivating up close. despite the competition, you find yourself unable to turn down his one request.
â° pairing : camboy!heeseung x camgirl!y/n
â° genre : smut!! masturbation, vibrators lol, dirty talk, oral, throat fucking, unprotected sex, degrading, praise, sir kink, spanking, brief spitting and hair pulling lol.
â° word count : 10k (8k of it is just pure, filthy smut) !!!
â° taglist : @criminalyun @princeseung @seokseokjinkim @loveydoveyhee @immelissaaa @iselltulips @strxwbloody @ensaz008 @loavibeycipoosan @liwugy @starfallia @you-make-skz-stay @ineedsomezzz @heeshlove @niniissus @mirramirra @skzenhalove @fandom-freak-geek @lilifiedeans @woahhhhaw @cchangli @enhabooks @heelovesmeknot @fakeuwus @soobinsnovia101 @river-demon-slayer @jjklvr9 @hanjisunginc @iamliacamila @jaylaxies
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you started ïżœïżœïżœdarlingdove01â when you needed some extra cash in your second year of college. at first you didnât show your face at all and you were nervous that someone you knew was going to find out. godforbid your parents found out about your sex work.Â
over time, you started to get more comfortable in front of the camera and started to show your face. though you never said your real name. you had started to get a close following and were at the top of the creators of the week every week. the way it worked was that the longer you were number one, the more increase of pay you got. though, you had never been number 1 for more than one week at a time.Â
all thanks to hluvsbabes.Â
it seemed that every week you and hluvsbabes would alternate who was number one. no matter what new things you tried to increase your audience and views, the next week you were back at number two.Â
the day that you were fed up with always being put back to second was the day that you would very soon regret.Â
you were lazily scrolling through the app when you noticed hluvsbabes had just started streaming, so, you clicked onto the livestream.Â
and there he was. hluvsbabes shirtless with his hard cock pulled out of his pants and sitting in between his fist. his pale skin gleamed against his computer screen light, showing off his abs. he had a black mask covering the lower part of his face. his bangs fell into his squinted eyes as he casually pumped his cock up and down in his fist.Â
you couldnât stop your jaw from going slack as you took in the sight before you. you could tell his mouth was in a playful smirk as he watched the comments fly. suddenly a tip of 20$ flew in the corner of the screen : âtake ur pants off plsâ.Â
you could hear his dark chuckle through your speakers, âmmm, only because you said please.âÂ
you watched him do as the viewer asks. he dug his thumbs into his pants and boxers and pulled them down to reveal his pale legs that matched the rest of his body.Â
he seemed so confident and casual as he sat in his chair fully nude, as if 8,000 people werenât watching him right now.Â
âis that better for you?â his voice asked with a tone of amusement. you watched him laugh as all the comments immediately filled with variations of âyesâ. âwhat else do you want me to do? tell me.â the comments were instantly filled with nasty things that you have to admit you also wanted him to do.Â
you had figured hluvsbabes was hot since he was always top one or two, but you didnât think he would look like this. and that his voice would be so seductive.Â
âi wonât be taking off my mask, guys.â hluvsbabes shakes his head with a chuckle, heâs just so amused with his fans. along with his fans you also wished he took off his mask. you would love to see the mouth that formed such seductive words.Â
suddenly, a tip came up in the corner of the screen of 100$, âstart jerking ur cock, babyâ. your jaw dropped at the amount of the tip. you had only ever received 100$ worth a few times in the past two years. hluvsbabes didnât even seem that shocked by the amount as he did as he was told.Â
his hand started to move faster up and down his hard cock. the tip of his cock looked so red and swollen in the light of his computer screen.Â
âwill you spit on it for me, baby?â hluvsbabes whines out and you instantly shut your legs together.Â
the comments are gradually picking up pace, commenting demands and praises, asking questions for him to answer. you can hear his deep grunts through your speakers as he keeps his bang covered eyes on the comments.Â
a 15$ tip pops up in the corner again; âtell me iâm ur good girl plsâ.Â
hluvsbabes amusingly shakes his head, âof course you're my good girl. do you have your fingers in your panties? how wet are you? tell me how wet you are, good girl.âÂ
youâre in shock from his words, the comments, the amount of tips and from how hot hluvsbabes is.Â
his deep laugh distracts you from your thoughts. he throws his head back on the chairâs headrest, making his bangs reveal his forehead. even with his mask on, you can tell that his mouth is open agape from the pleasure heâs feeling.Â
âfuck, guys. iâve been thinking about thisâ about you all day. my dick has been hard since my morning class.âÂ
the thought of him having to walk around with a hard cock all day because he thought of getting off in front of thousands of people only turns you on more. he continues to move his hand up and down his cock, his grunts getting louder and louder.Â
âi-iâm getting close. i wish you were here to taste my cum, shit.âÂ
it was getting to the point where you couldnât ignore the tingly feeling starting to increasingly grow in the pit of your stomach. you felt entranced by him, not being able to take your eyes off of your screen. you had only planned to watch a couple of minutes just to see what the hype was about, but now youâve been watching him for close to twenty minutes. you lean onto your desk uncaringly over your keyboard and your heart stops when you see :Â
darlingdove01 : ghj
your eyes widen at your username in the comment section, praying to god none of his 15k viewers notices.Â
âoh, darlingdove is in here,â hluvsbabesâs voice speaks suddenly, making you jolt away from your computer screen and grab the handles of your chair. he tilts his head and looks directly into the camera as he continues, âhow are you, darling? do you like the show? do you like watching me get off?âÂ
you are in shock and you canât think of what to do. you never thought you would be in a situation like this. you notice all the comments start filling up with your name as hluvsbabes is still stroking his cock and groaning.Â
âmaybe sheâs too busy with her hands to type right now.â hluvsbabes jokes in a grunted laugh. you cover your mouth with your hands in shock. and you read one comment that says âwho can blame her?â.Â
and with that, you immediately leave the one and only hluvsbabes livestream you have ever watched, the embarrassment being almost too much.
a few days and a lot of thoughts of hluvsbabes later, you know you have to get back to livestreaming. you had planned a few things for your next live stream despite being busy with college and being distracted by the memories of hluvsbabes.Â
the way âdarlingâ slipped from his mouth so casually and sensual.Â
usually, people only referred to you as âdoveâ. you didnât anticipate for darling to be so efficacious. but maybe it was only because hluvsbabes had said it. the way it sounded in his smooth, mischievous tone. it kept you up at night.Â
tonight, you had to live stream on your account.Â
you started at your usual time; 10pm, in your usual setting; your bedroom. your nightside lamp was lit behind you, being your only source of light besides your computer screen. your body was covered by an oversized hoodie which covered your panties and the top of your bare thighs.Â
âhi everyone,â you spoke into your microphone, looking at the rising amount of viewers on your live stream. the comments started piling in, regular questions about yourself mixed with sexual ones that made you laugh to yourself. âmy week was good, thank you. how has your week been, guys?âÂ
you read some of the comments, recognizing some of the usernames that comment. and when you notice a steady amount of viewers and when the comments start teasing you and begging you to start, you begin.Â
âtonight,â you start, and sit back in your computer chair, âi think iâll have some fun with my new toy.â you reach out of the cameraâs view and grab the toy you had bought earlier in the week. it was a long, white vibrator. you take your time to show the camera the entire toy, smiling proud of it. âwhat should we name him?â you giggle out, reading the comments as they flood with names and praises and begging.Â
you sit back in your chair, âhe has three settings, should i start with the lowest? see how wet he can get me?â you ask, your voice teasing. tips start to come in, telling you to turn it on, telling you that they want to see you cum.Â
with a flick of your thumb you turn it onto the lowest setting. a low buzzing sound fills your bedroom, entering the mic for your audience to hear. you lift your feet so they rest on the chair, your knees up in the air. your hoodie bunches at your waist for your panties and bare legs to be revealed. you press the vibrator against your clit over top of your panties, testing it.Â
âoh god,â you moan, âeven the lowest setting is good.â you inform your audience, keeping your eyes on the camera and comments. you giggle when you read a tip that tells you to move it in circles. âwant me to move it? want to watch me pleasure myself?â the comments flood with yesâs.Â
you start to move the vibrator in slow, small circles around your clit. wanting to tease yourself and the audience for as long as possible. you would be lying if you said it didnât feel good. the feeling of the vibrator against your pulsing clit and the eyes of hundreds of people watching you in real time.Â
a tip catches your eye;Â
heesacc tipped 50$! : that looks like it feels good, darling. why donât you move up a setting.
your eyes linger on the word darling and the large tip they gave you.Â
âokay, letâs put it up to the medium setting.â you agree, your finger flicking the button up. the buzzing becomes louder as the toy starts moving faster. your hand still moves the vibrator in slow, small circles over your panties. âfuck, this is even better, baby.âÂ
you read comments that compliment you, that tell you they wanna see you cum right now, that you should remove your clothes.Â
âwant me to take my clothes off?â you tease the camera, your free hand playing with hem of your oversized sweater. âtell me what you want me to take off.â the comments tell you that they want you naked, that your sweater should come off, that everything should come off.Â
heesacc tipped 50$! : take your sweater off and play with your tits, darling. rub your nipples and pretend itâs me.
âwanna see my tits? wanna see me play with them just for you?â you bite your lip at the tip, but do as they said, putting down the vibrator for a second as you pull the sweater off your core. your breasts being revealed to the audience. you look at yourself in the mirror, noticing the large wet stain on your panties from your juices and the vibrator. âoh my god, look wet i am.â you wiggle so your panties can be seen better on camera. the large wet stain evident in the computer screenâs light. âthis is how good you make me feel.âÂ
you read the comments that say they wish they were there beside you, that they want to rip your panties off.Â
you pick up the vibrator again, still on the medium setting. your one hand holds the vibrator steady against your covered clit, as your free hand comes up and starts to tweak your nipples. your forefinger and thumb hook your nipple, rolling it. you let out moans at the feeling, your back arching off your chair naturally.Â
âfuck, i love playing with my nipples, it turns me on so much.â you state honestly, switching between nipples with your fingers.Â
heesacc tipped 70$! : letâs see how swollen your pretty pussy is, darling.Â
you gulped as you read the tip come through. just reading the words sent a shiver straight to your core. you swore your pussy got so much wetter as you finished reading it.Â
you set the vibrator down again, âyou wanna see my pussy, baby? wanna see how wet and swollen you got it?â you tease the camera, your hand dragging across your panties. with the multiple âyesââs commenting, you start to slowly slide your panties off your legs, showing the camera the larger wet stain on them.Â
you lean back in your chair again, the same position with your feet on the chair and knees up, but this time your pussy was visible to the camera. your hand glides down between your legs. you keep your eyes on the camera as your fingers slide through your lips so easily. you whine when your fingers rub over your sensitive clit. âiâm so wet, fuck. you could slip right in. stretch out my tight pussy. god, i need that so bad. need to be stretched out.âÂ
you reach for the vibrator again, âletâs see how long i can last on the high setting. iâm so close already.â you giggle out to your audience.Â
you turn the vibrator to the highest setting, the toy buzzing in your hand as you bring it to your bare pussy. instantly you throw your head back, crying out at the pleasure. your other hand massaging your breast.Â
heesacc tipped 100$! : cum like a good girl, darling.Â
âoh god!â your eyebrows pull together from the pleasure. your knees start to buckle as the pleasure starts to take over you. âiâm gonna cum! fuck, iâm cumming.â you nod your head and try to keep your eyes on the camera as you hit your high. your bare chest heaves as your orgasm washes through your body, struggling to keep the vibrator on your clit from oversensitivity.Â
when your head clears and your body relaxes, you manage to say goodbye to your audience, that youâll see them again next time. you end the livestream, your eyes reading the tips, resting on the username âheesaccâ. you had never seen them before, but they tip generously throughout the entire livestream.Â
and they kept calling you darling.
you always had to get coffee before class. but your usual coffee shop had a line out the door today, so you had to go to one on campus that youâve never been to before. though you knew youâd probably be late to class now, you knew you wouldnât be able to sit through the two hour lecture without your daily coffee.Â
youâre distracted by the menu of unfamiliar drinks that you donât hear the barista question if youâre ready to order until the third time he says it.Â
âoh sorry,â you tell him, shaking your head to wake up, âuh, could i get the blonde vanilla latte, please?â you tell the barista. you start to dig through your backpack for some money.Â
âdarlingdove01?â his voice questions, recognition definite in his voice.Â
your head snaps up to look at the barista properly for the first time. your username making your ears and cheeks paint red. âuhh, yeah!â youâve only been recognized in public a few times, and theyâve usually been at parties or get together, never in a public public place before.Â
the barista has dark brown hair thatâs covering his forehead. his eyes are big, doe-like and expressive. his features are sharp and delicate at the same time. his complexion is so smooth in the harsh coffee shop lights. âoh, cool.â his voice is smooth as he shrugs, almost impressed. âthatâll be 5.49$, please.âÂ
so shocked, you scramble to pile some change on the counter, dropping it for him to pick it up. you smile with a faint nod before you walk away for the next person behind you to order.Â
you take deep breaths as you wait for your order, telling yourself that itâs okay, that that couldâve gone a lot worse. you werenât used to people looking at you in public, thatâs why you chose to stay behind a screen.Â
âblonde vanilla latte!â the barista calls out a few minutes later. you go up and take the cup from him. âhave a good day.â heâs polite, and his eyes tell you something that you donât quite pick up.Â
you turn away from the counter, ready to get the hell out of his coffee shop. you glance down at your drink, noticing words written in black on the side.Â
letâs collab, hluvsbabes
with his number written underneath. you turn your head to look back at the barista, but find a woman working the cashier instead. the brown haired boy disappeared from sight. you think back from the one and only hluvsbabes stream you had seen of his. he had kept his bangs over his eyes, hiding how doe-eyed they really were. his mask covered the entirety of his lower face. there was no way to know if the barista was really the hluvsbabes, but his eyes seemed to tell you that he was. that he knew who you were, too.
your fingers hover over your phoneâs keyboard. the apparent hluvsbabesâs phone number typed in above, but the message box left empty. you decide to bite the bullet, even if it wasnât him, all you had to do was block him after and then act like this never, ever happened.Â
youhi, uh hluvsbabes?Â
only a few minutes pass before you get a response.Â
(123) - ***-**** hahaha yeah but you can call me heeseung
(123) - ***-****
hi, darlingdove01!
you
howâd you know itâs me? my nameâs y/n btw
heeseung
bc youâre the only one iâve given my number out to lately
heeseung
and bc i knew youâd text me sooner rather than later ;)
you smile, rolling over onto your back, your phone in the air as you text hluvs- heeseung back.Â
you
damn, i knew i shouldâve waited a month
heeseung
noooo iâm glad you texted me
heeseungÂ
i wanted you to text meÂ
you
righttt, you said something about a collab?Â
heeseung
yeahh, i think you should come over sometime soonÂ
you could hear your heart strumming against your chest at his text. the hluvsbabes wanted to collab with you. you had only been competing against each other on onlyfans for months. and neither of you had done a collab before, solely solo stuff. you wondered if itâd be a good idea or not.Â
heeseung
câmon, you know i can make you feel good ;)
you were leaning towards it being a good one.
later in the week you found yourself outside of hluvsbabes apparent apartment. he had only lived a quick bus ride away from you, both of you living close to your university campus. you were biting your fresh manicure the whole bus ride there.Â
heeseung had texted you to make sure you knew he wasnât expecting anything from you. that he just wanted to get to know you, and hey, if a collab happened then it happened!Â
though he was very polite and tried his best to reassure you and make you comfortable, you were still nervous to go to a guyâs house that you had seen masturbate before. you had heard what he sounds like when he masturbates. you had thought about his voice and his moans so many times since the âincidentâ. you were going to a boyâs house that you had cursed at so many times when you saw that he had passed you yet again in subscribers every few weeks.Â
you knock on the apartment numberâs door that he had given you. you waited a few quick heartbeats until the door opened.Â
there stood the barista you had seen a few days ago. his doe-eyes the same and his long bangs covering his forehead.Â
ây/n?â he spoke, a smile on his lips that made him seem even prettier than you remembered.Â
you tried to picture what hluvsbabes would look like so many times, and now that you finally got a chance to see him, standing in front of you, letting you in his apartment, you were in shock.Â
he was so much hotter than you could have ever imaginedâ now that you werenât embarrassed in public when someone said your username outloud.Â
âwanna come in or stand in the hall all day?â he spoke again, his eyebrow propped up.Â
âoh!â you jolted, âsorry, sorryâ iâll come in.â you tell him, smiling at him as he held the door for you and closed once you were in.Â
a quick glance around the apartment and you noticed how clean and home-y it looked. a regular couch, coffee table and tv took up one side of the apartment. and on the other side was a small island in the small kitchen. there was a hall on the far side of the room from youâ which you figured led to his bedroom. (the room where he masturbates online for moneyâ oh god!)Â
âyou can sit down on the couch if you want,â heeseung gestures to the couch, wiping his sweaty palms on his gray sweatpants, âdo you want a drink or anything?âÂ
âuh no, iâm good thanks,â you reply, sitting down on the couch, your hands clasping together in your lap.Â
as he sits down beside you on the couch, you think about how after you had texted him the other day you had seen he was live on onlyfansâ and how you made sure to not press it. the thought of him seeing you watching his livestream again made you physically cringe.Â
âso uh,â heeseung starts, a casual smile on his face as he looks at you, âhave you thought? about my offer? about the collab?âÂ
you nod, âi have,âÂ
âright, well, we donât have to do it if you donât wantâ like i said. we can just hang outâ i just saw you and i needed to give you my number i couldnât justâ,âÂ
âi wanna do it.âÂ
heeseungâs eyes widen at your answer, âreally? only if youâre comfortable.âÂ
you nod, âyeah, i want to.âÂ
heeseungâs body relaxes at your words, âokay, when?âÂ
âright now?â you shrug at him, âi mean you usually stream soon anyways, right?âÂ
heeseung thought his mind was gonna explode. the hot girl that heâs competed with for top creator was sitting in front of him on his couch, telling him that she wants to collab with him. she could collab with anyone, but she wanted to collab with him. he couldnât believe what was happening.Â
âo-kay,â heeseung stutters and clears his throat, âuh, is there anything you're specifically intoâ or not into? i mean iâve seen your streams so i know some things but i-,âÂ
âyouâve seen my streams?â you ask him confused and intrigued.Â
heeseung fights the urge to slap himself, âi mean, yeah. youâre always top creator right?âÂ
âright, i just didnât think that youâd watch them, i donât know.âÂ
âwhy wouldnât i watch them? youâre hot and you know how to engage with the audience.â heeseung admits honestly.Â
you squirm at his compliment. âyouâre hot, too.âÂ
heeseung seemingly relaxes completely at this, finally being able to comprehend whatâs happening and what youâre thinking. âthank you, i mean i know youâve seen my streams before, you commented once.âÂ
you cover your face with your hands, âoh god.â you groan out.Â
heeseung laughs at you, âwhat? is it bad that youâve watched me masturbate?âÂ
âno!â you shake your head quickly, eyes wide, âitâs justâ i didnât mean to comment that timeâ i didnât even mean to press it! itâs just, justâŠâÂ
âiâm just that hot?â heeseung teases you, wiggling his eyebrows.Â
âoh my god, shut up!â you laugh, shoving his shoulder. itâs then that you realize how close youâve gotten on his couch.Â
heeseung laughs harder, his face turning serious again when he speaks, âokay but seriously, anything you are or arenât into?âÂ
you settle into your spot on the couch and think, âuh, i think iâm okay with anything.â you shrug, âbut no anal though. and iâm more into, it being rough.âÂ
heeseung smirks and asks, âokay no anal. how about choking?â you nod in response, âslapping?â another nod from you, âhow about degrading?â you blush and nod.Â
âiâm okay with everything but anal, heeseung.âÂ
âokay, and if you wanna stop, should we come up with a safe word?âÂ
you ponder for a second and think, âhow about, latte?â
heeseung smirks at you, âlatte it is, then.âÂ
both of you stare at each other, lust and playfulness filling your expressions. somehow, your faces are only mere inches apart now as both of you take in the otherâs features. you had only seen each other through a computer screen before. had only read each other's usernames on the top creators listâ without even knowing your real names. and now you were about to give each other everythingâ including your first collab.Â
your breath quiets as you look into heeseungâs eyes, scanning the brown in them before glancing down at his pretty lips. your lips are just centimeters away from his when he speaks again, âletâs start.âÂ
heeseung grabs your hand and pulls you up, guiding you down the hall and into his bedroom. he leans over his computer, setting up his account and livestream. you take the time to look around his room.Â
his room is definitely the same one youâve seen on live steam. the multiple monitors on his computer desk. a basic bed with a black and white comforter. and you recognized the few posters on his walls that he allowed to be seen in his lives.Â
âokay, itâs ready.â heeseung tells you, âare you sure you wanna do this? we can stop wheneââ
âiâm sure, heeseung.âÂ
âokay, iâll press start live then,âÂ
âwait!â you reach for his shoulder, âwhat about your mask?â you know heâs never gone live without his maskâ itâs the one thing that helps keep his identity unknown.
heeseung simply shrugs at you, âi mean, i canât really eat you out with a mask on, can i?âÂ
your mouth drops open, but before you can say anything, the camera light flicks on, signaling that youâre live. the camera is pointed towards heeseungâs bed behind you as heeseung ushers you to sit on his usual gaming chair, he stands beside it.Â
âhi guys,â heeseung says cooly to the camera. he lowly chuckles to himself as the comments start pouring in. there seems to be hundreds of comments in a second about âdarlingdove01â and heeseungâs face. a lot of the comments are talking about how hot heeseung is and that they âalways knew heâd be hot!â. Â
âtoday we have a very special guest, darlingdove01 is here,â heeseung gestures to you. you wave at the camera, watching the viewer numbers grow higher and higher as the introduction continues. âand she told me that she likes anything⊠but anal.âÂ
âhey!â you shove him playfully with your shoulder.Â
he only chuckles before continuing, resting his arm over the back of his gaming chair behind your head, âso today, iâm gonna do anything to please her.â he takes his other hand and cups your chin so youâre forced to look at him, âdoes that sound alright, darling?â
âyes,â you tell him, watching his warm brown eyes turn darker as you make eye contact. you can tell heâs no longer heeseung, but instead heâs âhluvsbabesâ.Â
âyes what?âÂ
âyes, sir.âÂ
âgood girl,â heeseung leans down and presses his lips onto yours. you donât have time to register that you are kissing the hluvsbabes. his lips are soft against yours, but their movements are deep and rough. just from the kiss you can tell what direction this live stream is going in. he pulls away too soon for your liking, âpull up your shirt.âÂ
your hands reach for the bottom hem of your shirt and lift them so your bare breasts are visible to heeseung and the audience.Â
âfuck,â heeseung groans, his hands cupping both of them. both of you mentally note how perfectly they fit in his warm hands. he turns to the camera, âdoesnât she have the most beautiful tits?âÂ
heeseung starts to tweak both your nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers. your hand flies to grip the handle of the chair, your back arches into his touch.Â
âthat feel good?â he asks you with a smirk, obviously amused by your reaction.Â
âyes, sir. theyâre sensitive,â you admit.Â
âare they?â heeseung tilts his head, âkeep playing with them, then.âÂ
your hands replace heeseungâs. your hands are definitely not as big and as warm as heeseungâs. but you massage your breasts, your fingers playing with your nipples like he told you to.Â
meanwhile, heeseung starts to kiss down your revealed torso, his hands unzipping and pulling down your shorts so fast. you watch him get down on his knees in between your legs, his hot breath against your panties. heeseung groans once heâs eye level with your core and can see the faint wet strip on them. he could always see how wet you were on livestream, but now he gets to see in person.Â
âi wanna make you feel good,â heeseung says against your skin, pressing kisses on your inner thighs, your legs spread wide for the camera to see. âare you gonna do whatever i say?âÂ
âyes, sir.â you nod down at him, watching his tongue lick his lips so close to your pussy. âi wanna be your slut.âÂ
heeseung chuckles against your skin, his fingers slip inside your panties as he speaks, âlet me feel my slutâs pussy then.âÂ
you take a deep breath as his fingers start to massage your clit, exploring your pussy for the first time. heâs thought about his fingers touching you so many times before. he could hardly believe that you were actually in front of him right now.Â
âyou want me to taste your pussy, darling?âÂ
âplease,â your voice sounds so breathy when you speak again, his fingers pressing hard.Â
âask me to.âÂ
âplease taste my pussy, sir.âÂ
with that heeseung slides his middle finger into your core. it feels so long as it reaches right to your g spot immediately, as if he knew itâd be there. your jaw drops open as he pushes his finger in and out. a whine leaving your mouth as you start to move your hips to meet his finger. his palm is massaging your clit as he moves his fingers in and out of your core.Â
heeseung then pulls his finger out of you, âtake off your panties, show everyone your pussy.â heeseung leans more to the side as you do what he says. your panties drop to the floor and your legs are on either side of his gaming chair. âfuck, doesnât she have the most perfect pussy, everyone?â heeseung is staring at the camera as he massages your thighs.Â
heeseungâs lips meet your core before you can comprehend. heâs making out with your clit, the sloppy sounds fill your ears and the audienceâs as he sucks your clit into his mouth. he reaches his finger up to slide into your core again, so easily.Â
âmy finger barely fits in there,â heeseung smirks.Â
his mouth continues to lick and suck on every part of your pussy. his tongue circles your clit in his mouth. your hand is gripping the chair arm as you watch him, unable to contain your moans.Â
âfuck yes, sir.â you cry out, throwing your head back from pleasure. you donât think anyone has been able to make you feel this good with their mouth before. your exâs could never make you cum at all.Â
heeseung is moaning against your core, letting you and the audience know that he is also enjoying this, âgod this pussy tastes so good, tastes better than iâd ever imagined before.â your stomach tightens at his words, feeling high on the pleasure heeseungâs mouth and fingers is giving you so easily and the audience watching you both. âkeep playing with those tits, darling.âÂ
your hands fly up to your sensitive nipples, almost forgotten by how pretty heeseung looks while he makes out with your pussy. your bodyâs whole senses are heightened. heeseung can start to feel you clench around his fingers as your hips start to buck up to his mouth, wanting more of him.Â
âfuck that feels so good.â you whine out, your eyebrows furrowing together at the pleasure.Â
âare you gonna cum?â heeseung asks lowly. he watches you nod at him, unable to form words.Â
then, heeseung rips away from you. his mouth and finger gone and before you can realize, heâs standing again beside you. his hand wrapped around your neck gentlyâ forcing you to look at him with your legs spread.Â
âyou have to ask for permission if you want to cum,â heeseungâs voice is stern as he looks you in the eyes, âunderstand?âÂ
âyes, sir.âÂ
heeseungâs smile returns as his hand leaves your neck, âhere, taste yourself.â your mouth opens for heeseung to slide his finger inside your mouth. your lips close around his finger, sucking it into your mouth as your tongue swirls around it, wanting to taste yourself. âgood girl.â heeseung removes his finger, and instead presses a kiss to your lips, softly, passionately, as if to check in on you. but youâre so hungry for an orgasm that you really would do anything right now. âare you ready to make me feel good?âÂ
âyes, sir.âÂ
âget on your knees.âÂ
you sit up, closing your legs for the first time and feeling how wet your inner thighs were. heeseung pushes his chair to the side as he stands, looking down at you as you kneel before him. âyou wanna suck my cock?â heeseung questions you, noticing how you tighten your thighs at his question. his hand slides down on your chin for you to look up at him. you nod in response to him. âask me.âÂ
âcan i suck your cock, sir?âÂ
âgood girl, take it out.âÂ
your hands work to unbutton his pants, pulling them down to his upper thigh to release his cock. you just have to stop and marvel at it. there in front of you is hluvsbabes huge cock that you had thought about stretching you out for weeks. itâs much bigger in person you think. itâs hard, and the tip is so pink as some veins swirl down it.Â
âopen your mouth.â heeseung starts to glide his dick into your mouth. your hand coming up to grip the base of it as your lips close around the tip. âgod, keep those eyes on me.â heeseung groans out as you start to such his cock. heeseung keeps his hand on your head, hsi fingers meshing with your hair.Â
you do keep your eyes on him with as much of his cock as you can manage in your mouth. your hand jerks what you canât fit as you moan against his dick.Â
âgod youâre so big sir,âÂ
âyeah? think itâll fit inside your pussy? think itâll stretch you out so good?â heeseung retorts, watching your mouth work on his cock. heâd be lying if he said you werenât making him close to his orgasm already, your innocent eyes looking at him as your mouth sucks his soul out.Â
âyes, sir, pleaseâ want your cock so bad.â you speak before going back to sucking his cock. your tongue circles the hot, pink tip of it before tracing the delicious veins. your hand moves in rhythm with your mouth.Â
âare you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth?âÂ
you nod at him with his cock still fully in your mouth. heeseung moves both of his hands to grip your head as your own hand drops to your thighs, so tempted to play with your clit, but you know sir wouldnât approve.Â
heeseung starts to slowly move his hips so his cock moves in and out of your mouth. he stops when the tip is at your throatâ feeling your throat tighten against the tip. he almost pulls out fully everytime, just so that the tip is at your swollen lips before he pushes back in again.Â
âoh, my fucking god,â heeseung moans out, looking at the camera monitor to see him fucking your pretty mouth. your mouth feels too good for him to even notice that the viewer count is at 16,000. âplay with my balls like a good girl.âÂ
heeseung continues to fuck your mouth as your hand reaches fro his balls. they are heavy in your palm as you start to massage them gently. tugging on them and moving them around easily with your salvia that has dripped down.Â
heeseung pulls his dick fully out of your mouth, letting you breathe for a moment. you could feel your pussy drip down onto his carpetâ you hoped it wouldnât stain.Â
âopen your mouth,â heeseung tells you. your jaw drops open, revealing your used tongue and mouth. heeseung leans over you and letâs a drop of his spit lands right onto your tongue before he starts to hit his dick against your tongue. he mixes your spit with his on his cock and both of you groan out at that the thought of it.Â
heeseung goes back to fucking your mouth. his grip on your head tight as heâs picked up the pace of his hips. his cock sliding so quickly in and out of your mouth. the sounds of your saliva and gurgling against his cock fill the room and microphone.Â
âthatâs it, like that, like that like a good girl,â heeseung groans out his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he feels his own pleasure boiling. probably boiling too much if he wants this to last any longer.Â
heeseung pulls away from you and pulls you with him for you to sit on the floor while he moves back to sit on the edge of his bed, his feet on the ground for you to sit in between them. your chest is heaving from excitement and lack of air. you watch as heeseung pulls down his pants fully and throws them on the floor beside his bed.Â
heeseungâs hand wraps around your neck as he looks down at you, âyou ready to get fucked, darling?âÂ
âyes, please.â
âask me to fuck you.âÂ
âcan you please fuck me, sir.âÂ
âget up on the bed and turn around.âÂ
heeseungâs voice is demanding as you scramble to stand up, your knees tired from kneeling for so long. you get up on his bed for the first time. you turn around so your ass is towards him in the air, your face pressed into his bed.Â
heeseung pushes your chest further into his bed by placing his hand on your back, âstay like this like a good girl, okay?âÂ
âyes, sir.âÂ
âiâm gonna fuck this little pussy just like the slut you are.â heeseung grunts, spreading your ass cheeks more for him to slide his cock right inside of you.
the stretch of his cock is just what you imagined it would be. itâs almost blissful once heâs fully inside. you can feel the tip of his cock basically reaching your cervix. once heâs bottomed out completely, both of you groan out into his bedroom, pleasure taking over both of you.Â
âthere we go, darling,â heeseung grunts through his teeth as he starts to slide back out of you. both of you feel each and every vein of his cock sliding against your oh, so wet walls. âlet sir fuck you like a slut.â
heeseungâs one hand grips your waist as the other one stays on your back. his hips quickly pick up pace, his cock easily going in and out of you due to his saliva and your juices mixing together. your hands grip the blanket on his bed, crying out into the bed as you finally get what you want.Â
âoh my god itâs so big!â you whine out, your eyes trying to focus on the camera.Â
âyeah? itâs so big and full just for you, itâs all just for you.â heeseung grunts out, his bangs covering his forehead like usual, his eyes entranced only on you. he watches as your entire body jerks forward everytime he slams his cock into you. his hands run down and grab your ass, wanting to finally feel it after heâs seen it so many times on your livestreams.Â
heeseung slaps your ass, making you cry out a curse. the pain of it turning you on even more. you can feel the wetness dripping down your thighs as heeseung fucks you even rougher. heeseungâs balls are soaked from your juices.Â
âreach down and rub your clit for me.â heeseung demands you, trying to keep his voice steady when he speaks.
you manage to sneak your arm under your body to start rubbing circles on your clit with your index and middle fingers. you instantly cry out. with your fingers on your clit and heeseung managing to hit your g spot with every single thrust the pleasure starts to boil up more and more in your tummy.Â
âoh shit!âÂ
âyou better not cum unless i tell you to,â heeseung smacks your ass again, harder, a warning. âyou hear me?âÂ
âfu-fuck yes, sir.âÂ
heeseung suddenly grabs you up from the bed from under your arms, mumbling a âcome hereâ before he turns you to face the camera. both of you standing now with his cock still lunged inside of you.Â
âlet everyone see this fucking slutâs body.â heeseung grunts out, staring directly at the camera as he continues to thrust up into you from the back. he reaches over your front, rubbing your clit for you now. your head is thrown back onto his shoulder, trying to keep standing upwards. âyou like everyone seeing me use you like this? like using you to get off?âÂ
âf-fuck sir, can i cum? please?â you whine out, barely being able to keep your eyes open as you look at him.Â
âyeah? you wanna cum, darling?â heeseung voice is almost teasing as he doesnât stop his movements.Â
âplease let me cum, sir. please iâm so close.âÂ
âok, cum for me, do it.â heeseung nods, his grunts loud in your ear as he manages to fuck you faster and faster.Â
you canât lift your head from being thrown back onto heeseungâs shoulder. your body feels weak as heeseung fucks you infront of the camera, probably hundreds of people watching you come undone on hluvsbabesâ cock. youâve been so close to orgasming for which feels like hours at this point.Â
âiâm cumming! i-iâm cumming!â you manage to cry out. your moans get higher in pitch as you finally reach your high.Â
if heeseung wasn't holding your body up with his arms, then you wouldnât fell straight to the floor. the pleasure was almost over consuming. your body was on high sensitivity everywhere. to be honest, it had been awhile since anyone besides yourself or your vibrator had made you cum. that probably not getting any dick for a while and then fucking the hluvsbabes would probably make you feel as lightheaded as you do now.Â
heeseung gently pulls his cock from you, his hands slowing down on your clit before pulling away from it. he leads you to lay down on his bed. your head is on his pillow as he crawls on top of you. your bodies are still very visible to the camera from the way his bed is positioned.Â
heeseung starts to press soft, gentle kisses into your neck and jaw, letting you calm down from your very obvious, hard climax.Â
you hear heeseung chuckle into your ear before he speaks, âis this a bad time to tell you that i donated to you on your livestream before?âÂ
through your post-nut haze, your eyes widen as you process the information, âwhat? when?âÂ
heeseung laughs before he moves down your body, kissing every (sweaty) inch that he could, âa few days ago i guess, darling. iâve watched your streams quite a lot to be honest.âÂ
the way the nickname rolls off his tongue so easily makes it click in your head. âoh my god, you were the person who donated like 200$ the other day!â you also start laughing at the realization. who could not believe that hluvsbabes not only watched multiple of your streams, but also donated to you. your competitor for top creator was also boosting your content.Â
âyeah, i didnât know how or if i should tell you that. but i guess now is the better time.â heeseung pulls away from your body so heâs on his knees hovering over you. ânow put those legs up, let me see your swollen pussy again.âÂ
heeseung helps guide you to hook your arms around your knees, holding your legs up, pressed against your chest. your entire core is exposed for not only heeseungâs eyes, but the cameraâs and all of the audienceâs.Â
âgod please but your cock back inside of me, sir.âÂ
heeseung drags his cock through your folds teasingly, âyeah? the slut wants to be stretched out again?âÂ
âyes! sir, yes!âÂ
heeseung guides his cock back inside of you with his hand, bottoming out completely in one thrust. your arms stay hooked around your knees, your hands resting on your ankles to keep yourself from squirming from the pleasure.Â
heeseung leans over you, his hand coming down to choke you again. his grip on your neck tight as he starts the previous pace he had. rough and hard. your whole body moves with every thrust, his headboard hitting his wall.Â
âoh fuck oh fuck!â you cry out, your pussy so sensitive from being overstimulated.Â
heeseung could feel your walls flutter around his cock, âyou better not cum.â he pulls his cock out again, his hand slaps the tip of his cock over your clit, making you jerk up into his pillows. âtell me you wonât cum without permission, slut.âÂ
âi-i wonât cum without permission, sir.âÂ
heeseung slides back into you, his pace rough. the banging of his headboard in rhythm with his thrusts. your cries of pleasure mixing with his grunts. heeseung keeps both of his hands on your waist as he hovers over you. his main focus is to fuck you so good that you forget everything else. and by the way your eyes start to haze over with pleasure he can tell that he isnât too far from it.Â
âkeep your legs up,â heeseung grunts to you, reminding you to keep your knees by your face. your swollen pussy is visible to him now. he has clear access to see his cock fucking into you. your lips are so puffy that he canât help his thumb rubbing your also swollen clit. your head is thrown back into the pillow, his hard, circles on your clit mixing with his hard thrusts are overpowering you completely.Â
heeseung leans over you, his hand gripping your neck again. his face is inches from you, his lips almost on yours. his thrusts donât stop as he chokes you.Â
âyou like being a good girl for me?â heeseung asks you more quietly, loosening his grip on your neck for a moment to let you speak.Â
ây-yes sir, i love it.â you nod up to him, completely submissive to him.Â
âturn around for me again, then.âÂ
although your body felt weak from the pleasure, your adrenaline was rushing enough for you to be able to get up and turn over quite quickly. your ass up in the air as you grip onto the pillow in front of you. you feel heeseung behind you, lining up his hard, soaked cock with your soaked pussy.Â
âpush back on it, darling.âÂ
you let your knees push back, feeling his cock insert inside of you, filling you up yet again. this angle made him feel even bigger. his cock pressing into your cervix is only when you stop pushing back. heeseungâs hands land palm down on your ass when you bottom out. the pain makes you jut forward. the moan that escapes your lips as the pain settles on your ass is sinful.Â
âgod, i love your ass,â heeseung smacks it again, watching it start to turn red, turning him on more he thought his cock was going to explode any minute now.Â
with that thought, heeseung starts sliding in and out of you again. his hand reaching over your back to pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling your upper half backward. the pain from his pulling makes you cry out in the best way. all of your senses seem to be overcome by heeseung. your grip on his pillow that smelt like him, tightened.Â
âyou like being fucked like this? like being used?â heeseung grunts out to you, his own eyebrows furrowing together as your walls clench around him.Â
âye-yeah, sir.âÂ
âsay it.âÂ
âi like being used, sir.âÂ
âlook at me while i fuck you.âÂ
with his hand still pulling your hair, you turn your head to look at him. his face is flushed, his lips are swollen from probably biting them so much. thereâs sweat dripping down his line of abs that you just want to lick off. his bangs are sweaty and stuck to his forehead. he looks so hot.Â
heeseung continues to fuck you until his thrusts get sloppy, his grunts get softer and his headboard isnât banging against his wall. you turn to look at him, âlet me ride you.âÂ
his hand smacks against one of your ass cheeks, making you cry out, âask me.âÂ
âcan i please ride you, sir?âÂ
heeseung pulls out of you, both of you switching places so now heeseungâs head is in the pillow that you were gripping. his legs are flat out against the bed as you crawl over him. both of your knees are on either side of him as you look down at him now.Â
slowly, you start to sink down onto his cock. you close your eyes as he bottoms out in you once again. this angle felt entirely different. you could feel how hard and big he was inside of you. heeseungâs hands run up and down your bare thighs, letting you get use to the angle.Â
âyou good?â he asks from below you, concern on his face.Â
âyeah, just sensitive -is all.â you shrug to him and start to move slowly. you start out slow, wanting to build both of your orgasms again. your knees lift your body up and down with the help of heeseungâs hands on your waist, he helps lift you.Â
your hands grip your tits, massaging them again. your sensitive nipples hard against your palm. you start to bounce down on his harder, his tip hitting your g spot everytime now. you cry out in pleasure again.Â
âfuck just like that,â you tell him, your eyes closed as you nod to him.Â
âlike that?â heeseung teases you, his cock hitting your g spot again.Â
ây-yes,â you tell him, bouncing harder.Â
âfuck, i love his pussy,â heeseung grunts to you, âso warm and tight around my cock.âÂ
âoh my god,â your body falls forward, your hands resting on either side of his head as heeseung takes over the thrusts completely. his hands on your waist as he thrusts his hips upwards into your pussy. âfuck, sir.âÂ
heeseungs grip on you leaves you to go nowhere. just stay on top of him as he fucks into you. your knees feel weak against his mattress. you can feel his balls slapping your ass every time he bottoms out in you. heeseung can feel your juices dripping down onto his lower stomach.Â
âokay turn around, slut, let the audience see you.â heeseung gently pushes your core up and off of him. your mind feels dazed as heeseung has to literally, physically flip you over on him.Â
now that youâre in reverse cowgirl, you can see yourself in the cameraâs monitor. heeseung lays underneath you still, so just your bare body can be seen completely. you look so different you usually do, youâre glowing.Â
your feet and arms hold your body up over heeseung, his hands on your waist as he slides himself up into you.Â
âoh fuck!â you cry out, watching heeseung dick disappear inside of you in the camera. you start to bounce up and down on his cock again, though you keep your eyes open to watch yourself.Â
âshit, keep going, baby.â heeseung grunts below you, âjust like that.âÂ
with every thrust heeseungâs balls are hitting your clit. you can hear a wet squelch between your bodies everytime you move. your pussy is so wet around his cock. heeseung wraps his arm around your body, massaging your clit with his fingers in a circle once again.Â
âyes, sir! rub my clit, sir please!â you cry out to him. your hands sturdy yourself on his chest behind you as you continue to bounce on him. his cock filling you up every time. his hard balls slapping against your pussy. his fingers keep moving against your clit. âiâm so close, sir, so close!âÂ
suddenly, heeseungâs fingers stop and heâs pushing you off of him. your chest is heaving as you look back on him. your pussy is clamping around nothing, so desperate to cum.Â
âlay down,â heeseung is also out of breath when he speaks, âwanna see your face when you cum.â heeseung grabs your forearm and helps you lay down again. he puts your one leg up to your face, allowing him access to slide into your fucking soak pussy again.Â
heeseung holds your leg up, while the other starts to rub your clit again. his thrusts continue to stretch you out, to hit your cervix over and over again. you arenât sure how much longer you can last with this much pleasure he continuously gives you. youâve never had sex this good before.Â
âwant me to fill up your little pussy?â heeseung grunts above you.Â
âyes, sir.âÂ
âask me.âÂ
âplease cum inside of me!â you cry out, heeseungâs hand smacks your thigh before returning to hold your leg up, âown this pussy, fucking own it itâs yours!âÂ
âoh fuck!â heeseung grunts out, your words making him closer to his own orgasm so quickly.Â
âoh my god i wanna feel you fill me up so bad, sir.â you were becoming so desperate, so needy. you wanted to cum so bad. you wanted heeseung to cum so bad.Â
âfuck me, keep talking, keep talking, darling.âÂ
âplease cum inside of me! i want it so bad!â you tell him honestly. his thrusts making your whole body move with each thrust. you can feel his cock start to twitch inside of you. his moans getting higher, mixing with your own.Â
âfuck, baby, iâm gonna fucken cum,â heeseung tells you, his fingers rubbing your clit faster and harder.Â
âme too, me too.â you cry out, your eyes closing as the pleasure takes over you.Â
heeseungâs eyebrows furrowed together as the pleasure became too much for him, too. curses and moans fill up his bedroomâ entertain the audience thatâs watching you through the camera. he feels your walls clench harder around him than ever before as his cock starts to spurt his white sperm.Â
heeseung paints your walls with his cum as you grip his forearms tight. your second orgasm making your body feel numb from how good you feel. his thrusts finally stop as his grunts slow down. his cock rests inside of you as he lays on top of you. both of you catching your breaths and coming down from your highs for one second.Â
âfuck,â heeseung curses in your ear, his chest heaving against yours. he finally pulls out of you, both of you watching his cum slowly trickle out of your pussy. âgod thatâs so hot.â heeseung reaches down to swipe some of his cum.Â
you immediately open your mouth, wanting a taste of it. heeseung rests his fingers on your tongue, letting you taste his salty sperm. you moan around his fingers, sucking them dry of his cum.Â
âyouâre such a good girl.â heeseung grunts out, âyouâre gonna make me hard again.âÂ
you laugh around his fingers, âi wouldnât be opposed to that.âÂ
heeseung smirks at you and kisses you deeply. both of your eyes closing as you welcome the otherâs lips. the taste of heeseungâs cum not bothering either of you.Â
heeseung pulls away from you and is the first to stand up. he reaches over and tosses you his shirt to slip on before he heads back to his computer desk.Â
you easily slip on his shirt and pull his sheets and blanket over top of your bare legs.Â
âholy shit.â heeseung exclaims, pure shock and what almost sounds like fear in his voice.Â
âwhat?â you sit up in his bed properly, trying to look at his computer screen.Â
âthereâs 30,000 viewers right now.âÂ
âholy shit.â you cover your mouth. you had never had that many viewers before in your life. 30,000 viewers, itâs literally like yours and heeseungâs fan bases came together to view your live stream.Â
heeseung clears his throat, âuh, thank you guys so much, really. we hope you enjoyed, right?â he looks over at you from his shoulder.Â
âright, weâll see you next time, hopefully. thank you.âÂ
âright, because there definitely needs to be a next time.â heeseung winks and with a final wave he ends the stream. you notice the red light on the camera turns off.Â
you lay back in heeseungâs pillows, feeling tired as your legs gain back their strength. you hear heeseung hum gently as he fixes things on his computer, on his hluvsbabes account. you feel relaxed as you lay in his bed, wanting to sleep so bad.Â
âholy shit!â heeseung yells louder suddenly, his humming stopping as he pushes his chair back, standing up in only his boxers.Â
âwhat?â your heart races, concerned from his yelling. âwhat happened?â
ây/n,â heeseung turns to you with a silly grin on his face, âdo you know how much money we made off of that?âÂ
you sit up straight, leaning closer to him though heâs meters away, âhow much, heeseung.âÂ
heeseung canât contain his excitement when he states, â15k.âÂ
âoh my god!â you cover your mouth, not believing what youâre hearing. âyouâre fucking lying.âÂ
âno iâm not! come look!âÂ
you stand up, legs wobbling a bit, but heeseung catches your arm nonchalantly. bringing you over to sit in his chair again. there, on the computer screen, is the number 15,000$ in tips connected to the livestream you had finished.Â
âoh my god, heeseung!â you turn to him, your excitement meeting his. both of you wrap your arms around each other, your squeals filling the room as you rock side to side with excitement. â15k!âÂ
â15k!â heeseung shouts back as he pulls away slightly, his hands still on your waist.Â
ânow we definitely have to do it again.â you tease him.Â
heeseung smiles, but you notice his shoulders tense, âyeah, but before that,â heeseung swallows harshly, âcould we go on a date?âÂ
you sit up in his chair, wearing his shirt and nothing else, âwow, the hluvsbabes wants to go on a date with me.âÂ
âof course, i mean, i recently got a lot of money. so, i can spend it all on you.âÂ
you shove his shoulder with your hand, âof course iâll go on a date with you, heeseung.âÂ
âreally?â heeseung asks, his face lighting up so prettily.Â
âyeah, but only if you fuck me really good after.âÂ
âthat, i can definitely promise.â
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the 5 times you did (not) love each other and the 1 time you did.
summary. as the title suggests. this one was a request! i hope you enjoyed my version of this anon.
pairing/s. poly!marauders + lily / reader.
wc. 4.1k
tags. hurt/comfort, angst, peter pettigrew mention, not proofread, like seriously, fluff, happy ending.
cws: brief mention of violence and blood.
note: i am alive?? crazy. i began this fic, whilst sick, around august, nursing the worst headache ever. i wrote the middle of this fic, sick. and i think it's only fitting that i finished this fic. sick... honestly, i did not proofread any of this, i just know i lowkey love it. after the first one-thousand words, i just spiral and become delirious, so i don't even know what happened here. my first request finished! yippee! and thank you all for 2k :< i love you all so much.
i.Â
SIRIUS BLACK did not love youânot even close, not even a little bit. Not even at all.
After Peter Pettigrewâs slight against his family, Sirius would never hold warmth or pity for the skittish mouse ever again. He was played for a fool. And, he did not know which betrayal had hurt more. Peterâsâor yours. (Had you known all along of your adoptive brotherâs plans? Did you not think for one second that Sirius would, without a sliver of hesitation, put himself in the way of a killing curse to keep you safe? Heâd have died before ever letting the fire in your eyes wither to ashes. Clearly, you did not share the same sentiment.)Â
He wanted nothing to do with you. Ever. And if the rat-bastard dared to show his face, not even Death would know where to put Peterâs body to rest. Sirius would keep him alive until he begged for deathâuntil the idea of living frightened him more than dying. And for youâbeholder of his heart, captor of his soul, and co-possessor of his mindâhe could only hope that you stayed far away. You had wrecked himâall of them.Â
He wantedâ
He did not know what he wanted.Â
For when it came to you, Sirius Black was reduced to a man wandering the desertsâmistaking clouds for water, and the sands for grass blades. You had ravaged every fiber of his being; consumed his every thought and word. The most ironic part of all was that if you had been the one standing thereâSirius would have let you Avada him. Dumbledore could scold him in the afterlifeâSirius could care less. Heâd have snapped his wand in half and asked someone else to fight you because Sirius had vowed from the moment he met you that he would never harm a hair on your head. He would never be the reason that tears stained your pretty cheeks.Â
Well, apparently, trust and promises were not worth a damn thing nowadays.Â
No, he did not love youâeven as you stood on the steps of Grimmauld, your hair ruined by the downpour of rain. Your lips bruised and bitten from a nervous habit Sirius had yet to break out of you.Â
âI didnât know, Sirius,â you whisperedâyour voice the only sound falling on his ears amidst all the thunder and lightning. He only saw you. âY-You have to believe me. If I knewâGods, I would have told Dumbledore in a heartbeat. Fuck. I thought you knew me better than that.âÂ
He thought so, too.Â
âDid you know?â Sirius began, taking a step forward and into the storm, a demeaning sneer on his lips. âThat when Voldemort stood in our home, your portrait was right behind him? That was all I could look at. If I had diedâyou would have been the last thing I saw.âÂ
You had not replied.Â
Sirius grit his teeth. âGo,â he said, voice hoarse.Â
âGo!â he yelled, grateful for the rain as it masked his own tears as you flinched from the sound of his voice. Not the thunderclap, the lightning strikeâbut it was him who scared you.Â
(But you had done so first.)Â
When you apparated away, Sirius crumbled to the ground and pounded his fists against the asphalts where you were moments ago, screaming and cursing until he saw blood flowing with the rainwater.
It was laughable, really. The way he did not love you.Â
It was not love that drove him to madness, pummeling Gideon Prewett into a bloody pulp for mentioning your name during a meeting with the Order. He had presumed you to be a Death Eater alongside your brotherâSirius instantly saw nothing but red. (He condemned Bellatrix, his own cousin, for becoming a madwoman. Yet, here he was, unraveled by the very thought of you. The very whisper of your name.)Â
But whatever it was that had turned him into a fool and a hypocrite all at once, it was not love.Â
ii.Â
JAMES POTTER had no love for youâmake no mistake about that. He loved love, and he did so fiercely and truthfully. But you and Peter had broken his trustâdefiled his loyalty from the moment your brother had brought Voldemort to his doorstep. (Did you know that as he begged and screamed for Lily to hide with their son, Harryâhe thought of you? For a fleeting moment, he saw your face, marked by fear and tear-rimmed eyes. And James knew straight away that he would spit on Tom Riddleâs bare feet if only to keep his family safe. If only to see you once more. Alive and well. But, you must not have thought the sameâif you had conspired with Peter to sell him and Lily out to the Devil reborn.)Â
The thought of you breathing was enough to keep James alive.Â
But, that was not love. It was a mockery of it.Â
No, he did not feel so much as a twinge of emotion for you. Not even as Mad-Eye Moody brought your limp body back to Grimmauld. It was not love that threatened the magic in his beingâthat simmered in his blood until the painted walls saw an indent of his fist. (âPoor thing,â McGonagall cooed as she pressed her palm over your forehead. Despite some of the membersâ growing distrust for you, you still took an Unforgivable in their stead. âWe can only wait. . . Four Cruciatus curses. . .â)Â
What more did James need to want to rip Peter apart limb by limb?Â
It was not love that rooted his feet by your side. Sitting hunched on a chair too small for his height, bags beneath his eyes, and the pale of his lips becoming noticeable to everyone who spoke to him.Â
âIâm sorry,â he whispered to you lovelesslyâhands desperately clutching your own. Sirius stood across the room, arms crossed over his chest, dagger-like eyes waiting for so much as a twitch of your finger. âIâm sorry.â
It was a plea this time.
He only hoped you did not ask him to love you. For James could give you the world, hand-pick the stars, and burrow his body deep beneath the ground if you had asked for itâbut he could not love you.Â
Everyone had told him not to hope that you would wake up. That your pretty eyes would not flutter open, and you would no longer look at him as you had before. But James was stubborn. He was selfish as he was stubborn. He did not love youâbut he needed to hear the sound of your voice. And James would take it any way that he could. The soft cadence of a whisper, or a rough utterance of a single word. Molly Weasley told him to accept reality for what it was. (âYou need sleep, dear,â the matriarch fussed. âThereâs nothing we can do. Look at the Longbottoms. . . We can do no more for this one as we had done for them.â)Â
In the still of the night, he left his reveries on the cold of your skin. âWake up,â he demanded.Â
âWake up or else youâre the traitor everyone thinks you are,â James hissed.Â
But his words held no heatâand his heart held no love for you.Â
Make no mistake about that.
Then, when you finally woke up, disoriented and throat parchedâa hazy recollection of the weeks beforeâJames made sure that no more than four people could enter the room. He did not care if a hurricane, or if Voldemort himselfâJames had faced him once already, after allâthreatened to break the door down. You were theirs to protect.
 (But not to love.)Â
âWe need to begin the questioning, James, you know that,â said Kingsley Shacklebolt, almost exasperatedly; weary lines written across his face. James would not allow even a toe beyond the doorway. An interrogation meant you had something to do with the attempted murder of James and his family. Whether or not you were innocent, James did not careâhe just wanted you safe.Â
(And a small part of him already knew that you were not your brotherâs keeper. Just as they had absolved Sirius of his familyâs sins. It would be unfair to not show you the same grace. But before his mind knew that, Jamesâs heart and soul had known the truth all along.)Â
He found Sirius gently tending to your every need, and already James knew that was Padfootâs way of begging for forgiveness. The ebony-haired man hung onto your every word. He winced when you flinched, and pressed his apologies to your forehead, rasping for a kindness he did not deserve. Not after what he did. How he turned you away and cursed your name. How they betrayed you.Â
James did not love you.Â
But what else could he call the manacles that bound his hands and forced him to his knees when it came to you?Â
Not. Love.Â
iii.Â
REMUS LUPIN could not bring himself to love you. But, he could not love Sirius, Lily, and James either. He was undeserving of such a privilege. But he was not allowed to love you; Remus could only hope that you saw even a shred of worth in himâto wrest each word from his lips and every breath from his lungs. But, he did not love you. No.Â
Because loving you meant he was to tell you of your brotherâs crimes. And Remus could not hurt you like that.Â
âP-Peter?â you had asked, wearing the eyes of a fretful sibling. Remus lifted his hand to tuck a strand of hair gone astray behind your ear. Bellatrix had done a number on youâjust as she had done to Alice and Frank. Remus was fairly certain that Sirius was off on a hunt for his cousin, his mind toyed with by the barbarity of war. What they could not do for the Longbottoms, theyâd wring themselves dry to do for you. After the Lestrangesâ attack, you suffered damage to your throat and memories. Remus could not bear to see you in such pain.Â
He could not give you love, but Remus would offer up to you his every limb, and the weary skin upon his bones.Â
âThey. . .â Remus grimaced. How could he act as the bearer of bad news? Heâd rather dive headfirst into shark-infested waters. Be anywhere else but here. In fact, Remus would rather snatch you away from the funereal walls, and hold you in his arms in the quietude of dawn, than be the one to bring anguish to your eyes. âTheyâre looking for him at the moment, love.âÂ
One question lingered in your eyes: Why?Â
Luckily, Sirius was always the better one at sharpening a blunt knife. âHe was a traitor,â he spat like acid. âA traitor to the Order. A traitor to us. Heâs no friend of ours. Not anymore.âÂ
But Sirius knewâbetter than anyone elseâhow difficult it can be to truly hate little brothers, especially once theyâve gone.Â
âNo. . .â You trembled, almost retching as you sobbed into your palms.Â
Remus held you then, the front of his shirt soaked in your tears, eyes firmly shut as you trembled and heaved in his arms. The sound of your guttural screams bounced off the four walls, and Remus had to bury his nose in your hair. You were alive. Safe. Breathing. But you felt cold as ice; an empty husk stripped bare for grief to take over. And Remus could do nothing but hold you. (He just hoped that wherever Peter Pettigrew was, Remus would not be the first one to find him. Otherwise, they would not be able to recover even a fingernail from his remains.)
âHush, love,â Remus whispered into your ear as you cried yourself sick. Mourning the loss of your brother, reeling from the betrayal of a bond that was supposed to be stronger than blood. Remus would make him pay, he vowed as much to you. No, Remus and the wolf in him did not know how to love. But he knew how to hurt. And, that, heâd gladly do for you. His body was for you to use as a shield, his soul for you to strip bare, and his heart for you to thieve and never return.Â
âDonât cry,â said James, a shadow cast over his frames. âNot for Peter. Never. Fucking bastard will get whatâs coming to him.â He laid on the vacant space of the bed, gently untangling your hands that were pressed over your heart. âIâll make sure of it.â
They all would.
But not because they loved you.Â
It was not out of love, Remus had to remind himself in the coming days, when he stayed diligently by your side as you recovered. Daily sessions with the best healer St. Mungoâs could offerâas if James would allow anything else. There were days your eyes would glaze over, your words rough and sluggish, and Remus would try his damndest to make you smile.Â
It was the least he could do.Â
For failing to protect you.Â
But that was not love.Â
(It was hope. Wretched, disastrous hope as he fell to his knees, and your name in between his teeth.)
iv.Â
LILY EVANS was a fighter in all the ways that mattered.Â
And from the very first moment she held Harry in her arms, eyes raking over his wrinkly, bloodied skin; all ten fingers and toes, her soft cries over his loud screamingâLily knew she would trade her life for his in a heartbeat. Little, lovely eyes that would soon see the world in his own time. Lily adored him. Cherished every tear, snore, and giggle. She knew then, that a motherâs love was entirely different from any emotion sheâd ever felt before.Â
This was proven the first time Harry had gotten seriously ill. A few weeks after the attempted murder on the Potters, Harry was ceaselessly cryingâscreaming, even, every nightâred-faced as he fussed every breakfast and dinner. Lily found herself at witâs end. Her protectiveness had gone up a hundred measures; wouldnât let anyone besides family or Madam Pomfrey see Harry. Yet, even with all the draughts and silly-flavoured syrups, Harry wasnât getting better.Â
âLily dear, you cannot actually be thinking about this,â worried Molly Weasley as Lily stood in front of your door, holed away in the room where you had been recovering for the last few days. It would be the first time she saw you since the incident. More than anything she was afraid. Frightened that you would look at her differently. Whether or not that fear stemmed from love, Lily was not concerned. âWe can call for another Healer from Mungoâs to have a look at Harry. . . Who knows what might. . .âÂ
Lily held Harry closer to her, lips firmly pressed, attempting to ignore the way his temperature was unnaturally high. âMight what, Mrs. Weasley?â She knew Molly was only talking out of concern, from a motherâs perspective at least. But she knew you better than anyone else. You would never hurt her, or Harry, that much she was certain of. And if you were the traitor everyone else was afraid of accusing you of, a sentence delivered by association to Peterâthen let the guillotine fall, Lily would carry your crimes for you.Â
She remembered ever-so clearly in her sixth-year, you with dreams glistening in your eyes. (âIâm going to be a Healer, Lils! Minnie said Iâd be a great one. . . I want to protect those I love. . . I know I can do it. . . Oh, I canât wait to tell Peter that Iâve gotten recommendations already to work at Mungoâs after graduation.â)Â
And Lily recalled at that moment, she had felt a different kind of emotion that she had never experienced before. It was not love, of course. Tuney said she was too young and too stupid to know what real love was. But, at sixteen, what else could describe the way her heart fluttered and the way her lips threatened to break out into a smile whenever you lit up talking about your future? (It was just a crush, young Lily told herself.)
Only to be crushed and cast aside in the face of the war, where fighters took their place at the forefront of the lines, mothers and children hid; healers stretching themselves thin to be here, there, everywhere; where traitors walked in plain sight.Â
âThere is no one else I trust more with my life,â replied Lily.Â
And that was that.Â
Lily skirted around Molly and opened the door to your room, where Sirius, James, and Remus all stood at attention at the sight of her and Harry. She ignored them, and headed straight to your side.Â
âHello, love,â she greeted with all the gentleness she was made of, a smile creeping up to her eyes as Lily watched you turn your head at the sound of her voice. Truth be told, she did not know what her end-goal was in coming here. But being by your side had always made life a little more bearable, like all the illnesses in the world could not bring her down. And so, her magic had instinctively summoned her person to you. She, at least, was relieved to see colour returning to your cheeks, though the red in your eyes had dulled the hues she adored so much.Â
âIs that. . .?â you croaked.Â
Lily nodded. âHarry, meetââÂ
One of the loves of my life, the most loyal and pure witch anyone ever has the privilege of meeting, someone I want to stay in my life forever.Â
Lilyâs smile wilted. âA friend.âÂ
Later, she would place Harry in your armsâher little hope embraced by her dreamâand Lily would wonder if it was by pure magic that Harry calmed in your presence.Â
For if love could hurt and destroy, could it mend and heal the broken as well?
But what a shame, for not one in that room carried an ounce of love for you.
(She would die for Harry, yesâbut she would live for you.)
v.Â
YOU did not love them, either.Â
The very idea, thoughtâinsinuationâwas absurd. (Why, they deserved much better than you, after all.) With hands that failed to protect them, were you even allowed to hold them anymore? Did your heart have the right to breathe for them? You had failed as a sister and a friendâhow much more would you have failed as their lover? Well, youâd never know.Â
Because you did not love them.Â
Merely wished them happiness and for the world to extend them kindness. For the sun to look brightly down on them, and for time to heal their scars and wounds. For if they were in pain, the earth would stop spinning. But such a request was not borne from love.Â
Surely not.Â
Because, then, that would have meant that it was love that teared you apart when Sirius cursed your name, when James turned you away, when Remus could not look you in the eyes, or when Lilyâfor all your history togetherâcalled you a friend.Â
The whole of you was made by the parts of them. Each memory welded into the crevices of your soul. From the moment you had all found each other in the same train compartment, same common roomâthere was a shift in the fates that bound all five of you together. (The ties were red, but the thread was not of love.) You did not believe in Professor Trelawneyâs talks of providence and destiny.Â
Because if you did, then why was the universe so cruel?Â
Fallingânot in loveâfor four people who could very much do without you in their lives. Lacking severely as a sister to the point you had not noticed your brother fading and fading away into the shadows.Â
Was love that unkind? That merciless?Â
Then, you did not want to love at all.Â
Oh, but magic or not, every creature on this earth selfish.Â
You were no different.Â
You wanted.Â
Oh, how you yearned.Â
âI LOVE YOU.âÂ
You barely had enough time to react before Sirius pressed his lips to the side of your head, arm covertly sneaking around your waist. The sound of the train whistling as parents yelled their goodbyes filled the station. You stood in the midst of the crowd, eyes never leaving one window in particular as you waved at Harry, now eleven-years-old and now off to Hogwarts.Â
âQuite a random thing to say, husband,â you murmured, leaning into his warmth. âWhat for?âÂ
âJust because,â he replied in turn with a fiendish grin. âWell, perhaps for choosing us, for choosing me despite all my fuck-ups. For existing. For being the beautiful, wonderful, kind, precious you. I could keep on going, my darling. Shall I compare thee to a summerâs day?âÂ
You wrinkled your nose, eyes rolling from fondness. âI love you too, quite unfortunately.âÂ
He only laughed and pulled you closer to him. âLetâs go home.âÂ
â
âI love you.âÂ
In the house built by new memories, warded by stronger protection charms, and filled with warmth and loveâJames said this to you each morning before he left for the Ministry, promoted after the war as Head of Magical Law Enforcement. Not one foot out of the door until he had showered you in kisses and the symphonies of his heart. James had always been loud, even in his time at Hogwarts. The war had not taken this part of him, and you figured James was too loud to let it be taken from him. He was unapologetically and unabashedly him.Â
And you had loved him fiercely for that.Â
âIâll be home early tonight,â he said, a quiet intimacy washing over the both of you. The early birds of the cottage. âWait for me?â
âOf course,â you answered without an ounce of hesitation, delicately chasing after his lips. âI love you. Be safe.âÂ
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âI love you.âÂ
âAre you saying that to me or are you reading from the book?â you teased from where you laid on Remusâs chest, hours after James left for work, the afternoon bringing you two together in the living room. Lily was in the gardens, and Sirius was in the shed working on his motorbike. It was perfect. You felt the rise and fall of Remusâs chest beneath you, his heartbeat close to your ear. He was perfect. It was a miracle you had not fallen asleep to the tender lull of his voice.Â
âBoth,â he responded, hand coming up to trace the bare of your skinâa miracle you did not crumble or burn instantly from his touch.Â
You hummed. âThen, I love you, too.â Then, you grinned, lifting your head to stare up at him. âYou have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.âÂ
And, oh, how photographs could not capture the beauty in Remusâs smile as his eyes regarded you with such fire.
âMy heart, my light, my desire,â Remus began, one finger ever-so softly tracing the curve of your cheek. âIn vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.âÂ
â
âI love you.âÂ
Said Lily as she lied in your shared bed, red-nosed and her cheeks pale, sluggish. The Christmas holiday was generous enough to gift her with an unfortunate cold that had been going around the wizarding world. âBut, please, go,â she commanded weakly, gesturing for you to join Harry who was stood by the door. âItâs a lovely day outside for making snowmen with carrots as noses and snow angels. Not for taking care of poor old me.âÂ
You rolled your eyes as you sat by her side, swiftly pressing a kiss to her forehead. âAnd I love you, which is why I would rather much be here, taking care of the prettiest snow angel to ever exist,â you countered, bringing a spoonful of broth to her lips. âBesides, Harry here has something to tell you. Heâs made friends at school. One of them is Mollyâs little one.âÂ
âOh, you did?â Lily cooed, before sniffling weakly. âThatâs lovely, darling. Tell me all about them.âÂ
âThatâs not all, Lily mine,â you began mischievously as Harryâs eyes narrowed at you through his glasses. âThis friendship apparently formed after fighting a troll.âÂ
âYou what?â Lily croaked, emerald eyes shimmering with concern and near-dread.Â
âDid you really, Harry?â James popped his head in the doorway, clapping his son on the shoulder before ushering him inside the room. A spitting image side-by-side as they took the empty space by the foot of the bed. âGood boy. Father approves.âÂ
âOf course you would,â Lily shot at him weakly, melting when Sirius then entered the room and greeted her with a kiss to her cheek. âAnd where are you all coming from?â
âOutside,â announced Remus, tugging his tie from his neck. âSirius and I took a quick trip to Diagon Alley to get some things thatâll make you feel better, Lily love.âÂ
And as the snow fell outside, lazy winds against the window, your little family gathered in one room, there was one thing you knew for certain.
You loved them.Â
And they loved you.Â
a/n: i wrote all 4k words while sick. crazy. but anyway, i wanted to believe in love again so here i am. thank you all so much for being patient with me. i promise to do even better in the next fics!
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councilor!sevika x assistant!reader headcanons
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i have too many thoughts about miss councilor sevika (â âąâ âżâ âąâ )
â ăthey get on each other's nervs at first. sevika is still too new for her position and the need to prove herself to the most of the council drives her insane, cause those fucks are hella dense. so she's constantly on the edge, trying to wiggle between mentally fighting for her people on the meetings and actually taking part in rebuilding of zaun. and sometimes (or a lot of times) sevika sees reader as just another nuisances and a person who's ready to judge her just because she's not from piltover
â ăreader on the other hand just can't comprehend sevika's nature. she was raised and worked for years in a more "higher context culture" if you can call it so, so she's shoked how straight to the point sevika is, often taking it as nothing but rudeness. reader also can't say much to sevika, since she can't make herself speak up, taught to be respecrful and obedient to her supiriors, leaving a lot of space to passive aggression
â ă they're taking all the first places in the misunderstanding and miscommunication competition
â ăsevika hates how reader is set on the formal speech with her. "stop calling me councilor" "that's who you are" "yeah but you don't have to say it in every sentence, you sound like some wind-up toy" "okay, ma'am, I'll take you wish into account".
â ăshe realises that reader calling her "ma'am" is worse but not for the same reasons
â ă their relationship is very much about learning and understanding each other and those around you. mostly for reader, cause she was brought up with a mindset of zaunites being someone lesser. and even though she follows etiquette, trying to be polite and serve as a perfect assistant, cause her whole life she dreamed of working with someone who changes other people's lifes, or even being that person, she can be judgmental towards sevika, refusing to see her point of view properly
â ă eventually they get closer and more comfortable with each other, which means reader drops her nice formal persona with her passive aggressiveness, and they actually menage to solve more problems while arguing and letting the steam out than just walking around on eggshells for days
â ă that's when sevika starts fall for reader. it's like reader's mask slipped and she can finally see a real person and not a workaholic machine. she loves how both sassy and caring reader can be. their fights now end in laughter and omg they also can say sorry to each other
â ă sevika insists on brining reader to any important event, where plus one is required. because reader helps her monitor her actions and gives helpful insides of other participants of course, not because she just wants to spend time with her, definitely not
â ăand reader is obliviousâą. she's so happy, she finally doesn't hate her work and her and sevika can even be called friends, she doesn't notice any move sevika makes, simply thinking it's nothing but platonic gestures
â ă eventually she snaps. "are you straight?" "what?" "i asked around, and people said you're into women. did they lie?" "n-no" "then what?" "what what?" "if it's just me you don't like you could've said so"
â ă reader is of course shocked. she has to take couple of days off, embarrassed with how blind she was and to think the situation through
â ă next time they meet reader refuses sevika, saying it's not right to have a romantic involvement with any colleague, especially not with your boss. sevika understands and agrees
â ă well actually she doesn't. a compliment here, a touch there. sevika does nothing too provocative so reader can't say she's acting improper. but she's just playing a long game
â ă and yes, it works. months of teasing ruins poor reader's morals. flustered and very much horny she tugs sevika into a kiss on just a normal tuesday in councilor's office
â they may or may not have sex right there they definitely do
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kay, a bit messy. definitely gonna do part two or a full drubble with them later
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im on my knees begging for jealous Simon headcanons đ§đ»ââïž
The thing about Simon is, he really has no reason to get jealous when it comes to you, and he knows it
He knows there isnât anyone else who could make you smile so much your cheeks hurt, no one else who could make you laugh until you claim youâre going to pee your pants, no one else who could make you feel as good as he does, in oh so many ways, because you tell him so
You tell him that those same feelings of being loved, understood, appreciated, and wanted, those very feelings that you make him feel each and every day, he gives them back to you a thousand times over
He knows when you look in his eyes and tell him that you love him, that there isnât a doubt in your mind that he is the only one for you, and nothing or anyone could ever change that
Youâre as smitten with him as he is with you
Still though, Simon does have eyes
And while the logical part of his brain is telling him that heâs got no reason to be gritting his teeth and clenching his fists underneath the table, he canât help but grow more and more frustrated with the way Soap and Gaz continue to flirt shamelessly with you
To be fair, you had warned him that keeping your relationship a complete secret from everyone would likely result is moments where Simon would have to watch you get hit on, and simply have to grin and bear it
That didnât mean it was any easier, watching his only best mates try and work their charm on you, all while he sits at the same table and watches you roll your eyes at their advances
âAw, come on love, just one chance, sâall I ask for!â The handsome, young sergeant practically whines to you, cheeky grin plastered across his features as he tries in vain to convince you to let him take you out some time
âPfft, yeâd be nothinâ but a waste oâ her time, Garrick. We wouldnât even âave to to leave base for me to show ye a good time, bonnie.â The Scotsman winks at you, pointedly ignoring the way Gaz elbows him in the ribs at his comment
Throughout the entire exchange, Ghostâs gaze has never left your face, watching every time you scoff and roll your eyes at the menâs antics, reminding himself that youâre his, and he is yours, and the two sergeants are nothing more than pains in both of your asses
Finished with your pitiful meal from the dining hall, you stand from the table with your tray gathered in your hands, flipping your hair over one shoulder as you look towards the men trying to win your affection
âOnce again, gentleman,â you say to them, knowing that theyâre listening to your every word and watching your every move. âI donât fraternize with colleagues. At least not the Sergeants.â
The two men groan in feeble protest at the mention of their ranks, having heard this reasoning from you before
âAch, what if I get myself demoted, lass? I ken I could do that, easy!â Soap teases you, only kind of joking
âMmm, donât think thatâll work.â You reply, beginning to slowly walk away from the group, but not before glancing over you shoulder to lock eyes with Ghost and add, âYou might have to become a Lieutenant. Those are more my type.â
The two Sergeants are staring after you, slightly gobsmacked, while their Lieutenant hides an overly smug and satisfied grin beneath his mask, shielding the pride that spread through him at your words
âShite, sounds like you might âave a chance, LT.â Soap laughs, smacking Ghost across the shoulder in a playful gesture, thinking that the larger man would never actually pursue you, let alone sleep in your bed almost every night
Itâs a few weeks later when you and the rest of the 141 are all out for drinks at a nearby pub however, when Simon finds his instincts growing stronger than his insecurities
Because thatâs just it isnât it? Heâs not feeling insecure when he sees you walk towards the bar by yourself to order a new drink, at least a dozen pairs of eyes watching you weave through the crowd in hopes of making a move on you
Heâs not feeling insecure when he watches some tipsy idiot try and pretend heâs drunker than he really he is when he âaccidentallyâ bumps into you, apparently feeling the need to put his hands on you as he apologizes
Heâs not feeling insecure when he watches you shove the guy off, reading your lips he knows so well as you tell the guy youâre not interested, nor is he insecure when he knows the idiot wonât give up that easily, likely asking if youâre here alone before you point over to where the 141 have overtaken a booth in the back
No, he certainly isnât feeling insecure when he sees that the man never bothers glancing back to the table, still trying to land a hand on your body somewhere, when Simonâs instincts take over, rising from his seat without a word to the men who glance his way and ask where heâs going suddenly
Heâs acting on pure instinct as he stalks over to you, the crowd parting for his large frame to move by without hesitation, locking eyes with you just as he lands a massive skull gloved hand on the tosserâs shoulder, wringing him around to face him
Your would be admirer isnât feeling so confident now when heâs staring up at a 6â4â wall of muscle donned in all black apart from the white markings of his skull balaclava
If he were a more jealous man, Simon might take more time to admire the way you can practically hear this idiot gulp over the loud sounds of the music, the way his eyes bulge out of his head and how he looks nearly ready to piss himself on the spot
But your man knows who he is to you, and so instead he shoves the geezer away, turning to face you as one hand lifts up the bottom of his balaclava, just far enough to swoop down and meet your lips in a passionate tangle of tongue and teeth, tasting the alcohol on each otherâs breath and the desire in your systems, a kiss that says to everyone else watching, including the bewildered Captain and Sergeants gawking from across the room, that you are his and his alone
#this kind of turned into the opposite of jealous Simon didnât it#sorry anon I promise Iâll do a proper jealous Simon soon#just wanted to post something short and sweet tonight#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost x reader#cod simon ghost riley#cod simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#call of duty fanfic#call of duty#call of duty fic#simon ghost riley#simon riley#cod fanfic#ghost x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x you#call of duty ghost#simon fluff#readwritealldayallnight#asks#anon ask
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HIIII!!! I just wanted to say that i really love ur writing! I've read ur traitor series and I can't wait for part 4! I'm a new author, and english isn't my first language, so it's sometimes very hard for me to write bcs i'm stil not that good, but ur fics have helped me improve<3đ!
thank you so much!𫶠im glad youâve enjoyed the series! and speaking of part four, here it is :)
ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND HERE
simon didnât turn to watch you leave the gym.
he stood there, eyes forward, mask clenched in one fist. he could feel the blood drying on his skin. he made no move to wipe it away.
he didnât blame you for your angerâ he couldnât. he understood the rage. had felt it himself a time or two.
but he couldnât take everything lying down.
did he deserve your wrath, your fury? yesâ and he knew that. there was no making up for what he did; he realized that, but why couldnât you understand?
heâd never fully taken his walls down around you, and that was no fault of your own. he was a guarded man, and his past gave him every right to be.
he had been burned and broken too many times. heâd seen the people he loved murdered because of him.
he swore he would never let that happen again. he put those walls up, and you knocked some of them down.
but there were some youâd never gotten through, at least, simon told himself you hadnât. there was always something he was holding back, a piece of himself he wouldnât give freely. he told himself it was because he couldnât stand to love you so deeply and then watch you leave.
but really, it was because he needed an out. he needed a way to justify his leaving if something ever happenedâ and thatâs what got him here.
simon trusted the 141 with his life. he trusted his captain with his life. price had never led him astray; john knew his face well before any of the others. well before you.
and when someone you trust so deeply, someone youâve followed for years, tells you that the person you love has betrayed your team?
you canât help but believe them. and thatâs what simon did.
the evidence was coincidental at first. wrong place, wrong time. but then, everything started to seem like more than a coincidence. pieces of a complicated puzzle were fitting together. things only you and the rest of the 141 would know were leaked.
and all the signs pointed to you.
and although he didnât want to, simon couldnât help it. the second price had confided in him that you may be the rat, simon began to distance himself. you had been confused, but he had offered no explanation.
price was the one to question you first. it was a heated conversation in his office, consisting of him showing you the evidence and you becoming furious at the accusations.
johnny came to you next, buttering you up with his flirtatious and unarming words before asking if youâd leaked information.
then there was kyle, who pleaded for the truth. he told you that a case was being built against you, and that if you came clean now, things wouldnât be so bad.
simon never tried to talk to you about it. the other men would tell him what youâd said, but he had never gone to talk to you himself.
maybe it was pride. simon wasnât trusting, not after his past. he had let the 141 in, had let you in. and now you were a suspected traitor, and he was angry at himself. angry he hadnât seen it sooner; angry heâd let you in at all.
but maybe it was hurt. hurt that youâd done this to him, to the team, after knowing everything theyâd been through. after stitching up wounds on the battlefield and taking bullets for one another. after sharing simonâs bed and whispering you loved him.
all he knew was that he trusted price. and as evidence built, so did the distance between the two of you, until you were tied to that chair.
and simon had taken his hurt, his anger, out on you. he wasnât proud of it, and he knew now that he was wrong. but he was still a little angry. angry because you couldnât see his side of thingsâ not like he could see yours.
so, he was an ass. he didnât apologize. he snuck flowers to your bedside but kept his distance. he told you to watch your tone because you were still part of the team, and speaking to price like that was only something an outsider would do.
and he told you that heâd spared your life because he had. anger had consumed him, and truthfully, you were lucky he hadnât done worse.
even if heâd smothered his feelings for you with rage, he still harbored love for you, and thatâs why some part of him held back.
he knew you would probably never forgive him. he had made his peace with that.
but he couldnât stand the fact that you couldnât understand why heâd done what he did.
the creak of the gym door opening broke simon from his thoughts. he pulled his mask back on before turning around and making his way to the door.
it took one firm knock on the door for price to answer.
the door clicked open, and price sighed when he saw simon, scrubbing a hand over his unruly beard before letting the taller man in. price turned, walking back to his desk chair, while simon closed the door behind him and locked it.
âthis is a bloody mess,â the captain said, falling heavily into the chair. it squeaked at the sudden weight, old leather crinkling and crackling.
âdoc came and saw me earlier, âfore she left for the night. told me about some new injuries, and yelled at me for letting that happen.â
simon didnât speak. priceâs eyes met his, and he sighed again.
âfuckinâ hell, simon. what the fuck did you say? doc said she had to stitch up both their hands.â
âdoesnât matter what I say,â simon spoke, eyes still on the captain âthey wonât fuckinâ listen.â
price shook his head. âthatâs not true, ând we both know it,â he sounded tired as he spoke, dark bags under his eyes. he paused for a moment, then spoke again.
âspoke to laswell after you left earlier. she said sheâll try to speed up the transfer process. tryinâ to avoid more fuss, and im not fightinâ it any longer.â
âtheyâre part of our team,â simon spoke, tone rough.
price shook his head. âthey are, but I canât keep doinâ this. canât keep pushinâ off transferinâ because of you lot. it may be better for us, but not for them.â
the room fell quiet. simon inhaled, exhaled. his fists clenched at his sides before quickly unfurling once more.
he didnât have a right to be mad at you for leaving, but he was.
âlaswell say anythinâ else about thaâ transfer?â simon asked.
price leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. ânot much. no word on where or with who, but even if she knew, doubt sheâd tell us. for their sake.â
simon gave a small nod and made to turn, but froze as price spoke again.
âshe did say she didnât know if it would go through. theyâd have to pass another eval.â
they both knew what that meant. if laswell said that, then she didnât believe the transfer would happen. kate wouldnât outwardly say it, but price had known what sheâd meant.
pushing the transfer through wouldnât matter if you couldnât pass a physical and psychological evaluationâ and laswell didnât think you could.
although he wouldnât admit it, price was unsure, too. torture was something that took an incredibly devastating toll on the mind and body.
but torture at the hands of your team? there was no telling the damage that that would do to someone. to you.
an honorable discharge was more likely. and, if that was the case, then your rage would likely grow tenfold.
you career, your livelihood, taken from you by the hands of the men you trusted the most. your family, cutting you up and pushing you out.
damned by your team and your country, regardless of everything youâd done for both of them during your service.
you were just another cog in the machine, one that had been damaged and discarded, and a discharge couldnât make that any clearer.
he thought back to what you had said in the gym earlier, before youâd left.
âyou should have killed me.â
maybe he should have.
thanks to everyone for your patience! also just incase you didnât see my post about itâ
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Miguel Oâhara in Love
Headcanons.
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A/N: I was really looking forward to write this, because I just canât get this whole idea out of my head.
Warnings: Basically none, a little bit of angst maybe?, some smut references and depictions. Miguel being Miguel. Kinda obsessive (?)
This text is based in that frase of Joe Goldberg: âThereâs not a line, in the world, that I wouldnât cross for youâ. So be prepared.
Enjoy, my loves. Every comment or request is welcomed! đ€
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Miguel was curious of you from the very moment he met you. Such a unique presence among all the others.
You had been bitten just a month ago. And it was hard for you. He saw you struggle, falling over and over again, training till exhaustion, fighting to be on the level of the others.
And the worst part of it all, was the guilt coming to attack him with every side eye Jessica gave to him. âIf you werenât going to help her, you should have let her alone.â The woman had whispered while both of them looked at you fighting to climb another building. Miguel knew she was right. He was the one who insisted in bringing you immediately after they found you (only a couple of days after the bite), even when Jessica insisted to give you time for you to figure it out alone. Miguel wasnât having it, and now⊠âSheâs been at it for the whole morning.â The woman pursed her lips, shaking her head.
What Jessica didnât quite know was that Miguel hadnât left you alone all this time⊠He wasnât good at talking, that was true. He wasnât good at showing his support with words, but that didnât mean he didnât care.
You let out a pained groan when you finally plop on the concrete of the buildingâs rooftop. Every single muscle of your body aches and you can fell your heart pounding harshly against your ribcage, making it feel like every breath that makes it to your lungs itâs just a mere miracle.
The weight of the presence of someone standing beside you forces you to blink out of your thoughts. Tiredly, you look up, finding Miguel's mask glaring back at you with a deep frown you can make out of the way his eyes curve.
He holds a white little package on his right and he hands it to you before finally sitting down without making a single sound. It had all started like a little game between the two of you: You pretend you donât see his figure hovering above a building while you train, or his silhouette watching you getting back to The Society place safely. You also pretend you donât know itâs him who leaves bandages and painkillers over your bed every day with a little chocolate next to it. And he pretends he doesnât know that you know.
You cross your legs and smile when you open the small box on your hands, smelling the sweet scent of warm and fresh food. You also take notice of how he changed one of the things he brought you last time, you didnât have the heart to tell him, but you were sure now he definitely noticed you didnât like it.
âEat.â He orders and you are too tired to remark his tone of voice with a roll of your eyes. So you nod, bringing a big spoonful of pasta and vegetables to your mouth, thanking him with a big smile. Smile he doesnât return. He never does anyway. But now itâs not like always. Heâs pissed. âWhen was the last time you ate?â
You look straight ahead, avoiding his gaze. You swallow, slowly, feeling his eyes burning on the side of your head.
âMhm⊠Not long ago, no.â You answer, mumbling while you get more food into your mouth. Miguel raises an eyebrow.
âTraining this much without any nutriments wonât do anything good for youâŠâ
âTraining this much wonât do anything anyway.â You sigh, keeping then the fork between your lips. Miguel wishes to say something but he canât find the words, he canât order his thoughts inside his head to place them on his tongue and tell you just how much you have improved since the first day, so he gladly receives your bright eyes turning to him when you seem to remember: âBut I finally climbed this building, see? Without using any web, only my spider fingers.â
The man nods at you waving playfully at him. The determination in your eyes even when your whole body wanted to give up, even when you know youâre still not close to go on a mission by yourself (or with anyone else), even when you probably couldnât even sleep fine because of the sore bruises, the determination in your eyes didnât flatter.
That made him feel something deep is his hands, a tingle he couldnât control. And he hated it.
âTomorrow at seven.â He sentences, standing on his feet again.
You frown, raising big eyes at him. The brightness in them when the weight of his words hit you destabilizes him.
âFor real?â
âYes.â He looks away. âIf I donât train you youâre not getting anywhere.â
His comment goes unnoticed for the excitement running all along your body.
âOk.â You nod, trying to look professional but failing miserably.
He grunts in response, soon jumping off of the building and losing among all of the city chaos. In some minutes he would be back at the Society lobby. You⊠An hour. Give or take.
Training with Miguel was nothing but⊠Hell.
No, it actually wasnât. You expected you could say that to make people thing you were having it hard, but he insisted on starting with the basics⊠basics that you already felt like being good at.
Still, climbing had become easier within the first week of training with him. The tips and advices he insisted you to follow helped you thinking of it more like a game than a must do.
Swinging was still a tricky one. You used to lose your balance when the demanded velocity was too much. Panic rushed over you, feeling like you would crash against a window or a fucking person, or another spider doing their own training.
âTrust your senses.â Miguel said to you every time you fell, and every time you death glared at him for that. He didnât have one of the most important senses for spider people and he still managed to be better than anyone you could have known. You had them all, and they all seemed to be a mess when you tried to use them.
Soon enough, Miguel learned about a way to motivate you: Rewards. Most of the time was food, some others, the promise of letting you rest for more that five minutes was enough. For a week now, it had been a little bit different.
History. You loved it. And you changed any delicious and tasty food for hours listening to Miguel explaining everything about the multiverse and the tangled webs between all of you. He had told you about his first travels to other Earths at least three times, but you couldnât seem to get tired.
You might not tell him how much his voice soothes you after a long day out, but it wasnât necessary, he could see it. On the other hand, he definitely would never tell you how he glanced at you, completely asleep after another history session, memorizing every breath, every mole and freckle, counting every single one of your eyelashes like the stars on the sky above you.
No. You would never find out about that.
Today was supposed to be just like any other day: quiet, calm and premeditated. Nothing out of the routine you and Miguel had adopted for the past four weeks.
But with you, things were never that easy. Boredom was a dangerous thing for you, Miguel had learned it by now. The hard way. If something became not enough exciting for your restless self, you would look for that spark of adrenaline at any cost. It was part of your determination. Heart of a lion. He knew that. But it didnât change the fact he would have to save you from breaking a few bones every once in a while.
âIâm sorryâ You would say after he dropped you on the safe floor again. He would turn to look at you, fire running up his veins. Every time he wanted to yell at you, to snap and tell you it was the last time you do something like that. And every time he would sigh, pressing both finger on the bridge of his nose, finally grunting in a low voice:
âDesobedeciste deliberadamente.â A month was enough for you to know exactly what those words meant.
âI know.â
âYou could have hurt yourself.â
âI knowâŠâ Then the bright eyes. Always the bright eyes. âBut I have to try, I canât depend on you forever. Getting hurt itâs just part of the way.â
He hated you were right. He lost count of how many broken ribs he got on his first years, of how many scars he still hides under his suit. Eventually, you would have to learn to stand up even if youâre bleeding. Even if youâre dying.
He is not mad at you for disobeying, thatâs bullshit. He admired that of you, actually. You donât act by fear, you do not fear him. You follow your heart even when you know you could get in trouble for it. No, heâs mad because every time he catches you before you hit the ground, all he can think about is that thereâs going to be a moment where he wonât be there to do it. And the sound of your body crashing against the concrete, of your pain, would follow him till the darkest moments of the night, where he curses the day youâll scream his name and he will be too far away to hear it.
âI want to change my reward for today.â You smile at him, both of your hands behind your back, making him suspicious of your teasing voice.
âYouâre not going anywhere with Hobie.â He responds in a neutral voice, starting to walk in front of you.
You roll your eyes, shaking your head before getting in front of him and starting to walk backwards so you could keep facing him.
âItâs not that.â You insist. He doesnât answer and you know thatâs his way of telling you to go on. You sigh. âI want to see you without your mask.â
That makes him stop dead on his tracks. He tilts his head, questioning you with curious eyes. Thatâs all you wanted? No, you wanted that? Why?
Were you really that bored?
âI feel like everyone here has seen you at least one time, except for me. And itâs not fair.â You got a point on that. He spends most of his time training you, you share almost every meal together, heâs the last person you usually talk everyday because youâre too tired to do anything other than going to your room and sleep. You have spent entire days with him, you have cried and made a mess of yourself in front of his presence, and you didnât even know his face.
You can deny the sting of irritation you get every time Hobie or Gwen, or any other come talking about what they said during the meeting before a mission, meetings where, you had learnt, Miguel used to take off his mask. Peter told you it wasnât that big of a deal. You wanted to punch him.
âIf thatâs what you want.â Miguel crosses his arms, tilting his head at you. âNow go tra-âŠâ
You were gone before he could even finish his sentence. He sees your figure going around the building he chose for this particular session. Your swinging had gotten better over the last weeks and the confidence you had in yourself had also been improving, showing your true strength for him to see.
Jessica insisted on you being ready to train at the top levels with the others inside The Society training center, or at least to try. But Miguel profusely refused. He had designed many of the levels to train there, he knew the damage they could cause to someone not prepared to face them.
He blame it on his sense of responsibility over you the fact that he denied any attempt to put you on an unnecessary risk, but deep down, he knew that from the moment he stepped in front of you while you cried for that death he knew all too well now, and then observed how you wiped your tears and showed him your fists, ready to fight him despite everything⊠He was fucked.
You were the little thing he decided to protect even if it costed his life. The little thing that trusted his claws to hold at her, that puts its life on the line without a second thought. It is not his fault to have never experienced anything like this, to donât know what to do, to act like a fool, to refuse to lose it⊠How they cannot understand?
âDone.â You jump in front of him, getting him out of his thoughts.
He looks up, seeing all of the targets on the building covered by a good layer of web. Your precision could be better, but youâre getting at it.
He sighs. He turns to face you completely before ordering his nanotechnology to uncover his face. Dark wavy hair falls onto his temples, brown skin glimmers under the heavy sun above you, full lips press against each other and two cold brown eyes glare down at you.
When you donât say anything, he raises an eyebrow at you.
âIs this what you wanted? Are you happy now?â
You nod without waiting for another question.
âI just wanted to see your eyes.â You answer confident, smiling softly at him.
It is enough to say he never wore his mask on around you ever again.
Miguel O'Hara isnât good in what emotion management respects.
He knows it, but he doesnât have the time or care to try to do something about it.
It wasnât that big of a dealâŠ
Yeah, it wasnât that big of a deal until one specially busy morning where he couldnât make it to your first training, he went on looking for you⊠And he couldnât find you.
He went to your room, your favorite places; he went looking all around the city, praying to find you just jumping above some buildings. But you were nowhere to be found. And it wasnât until one Peter took mercy on him that pointed the worst place to be pointed: The training center.
With his heart going a thousand miles per hour, he started to look for you inside the complex. And when he caught a glimpse of Jessica looking up with a proud smile, he knew exactly where you were.
âSheâs doing even better than I couldâve imagined. Youâre a great mentor, Miguel.â
âWhy is she here?â He answered immediately. Jess raised an eyebrow at him, confused by the uneasiness on his voice.
âDoes that really matter? Look at her, Miguel!â She pointed at you with her extended hand. âArenât you proud of her?â
Of course he was. But what he couldnât stand was someone else messing and taking choices over the one and only thing he has. So instead of answering her question, he sentenced: âDonât ever get close to her again.â
âMiguelâŠâ
âYou can mess around with any other, but there is a fucking line, Jess. You chose yours, and I respect them. Donât mess with mine.â
When he finally appeared in front of you, you smiled brightly at him. He looked like any other day, completely unfazed and with a calmed expression you were so used to see by now.
âTime to call it a day, donât you think?â He asked, raising an eyebrow. You were sweating, you arms were trembling and you could barely control your breath by now, and still⊠You shook your head.
âI want to try this level one last time.â He was ready to talk you out of it but your pleading eyes made him look down at Jess, who, with a single movement, made him understand what she was talking about.
âFine, but Iâll be with you every step of the way, got it?â His frustration made you giggle when you nodded.
You didnât make it till the end of the level, but you tried, and that was all that mattered to you. To Miguel, having been able to take you to the wall before you crashed against a crystal under you was the main thing that mattered.
It had been a whole experience, but it remained like that. Enough time at least for him to push his way of react behind him. Until something made it snap again.
His eyes fly to all of the cameras in front of him, fixing his pupils in whatever screen he could catch a glimpse of your suit.
The threat they were expecting for your first mission ended up being a lot more aggressive and capable than hoped. You and your partner had already received a few good hits by the time Miguel reached for the Call button.
âHow are you?â Is the first thing you hear when you press âanswerâ.
âNever better.â You reply, smiling at the interface of your pretty boss clenching his jaw.
âNeed help?â
You immediately shake your head. âNot at all, weâre managing just fine.â Your figure distorts while you swing around. Heavy steps following you up close. âI gotta go, Miguel. See you back at home.â
âNo, wai-âŠâ He widens his eyes, trying to reach you before you end the call. His fists tighten and his eyes close, fighting to keep himself calm.
But our man canât catch a break, because as soon as his breath starts to get back to its normal speed, a camera showing on one of the screens burst out with a big clatter, forcing his eyes open only to see his worst fear take form in front of him.
You were struggling against the anomaly, kicking your feet in the air and trying desperately to get his hands off your neck. Your partner was nowhere to be seen. You appear to lose you patience when you stop fighting and instead shoot webs to the creatureâs eyes. The anomaly maddens, and throws you against the next building on the street.
Miguel's eyes follow your body across two cameras, watching in horror the blood dripping from your mouth when you cough after the blow, struggling to get on your feet again.
His hands move quicker than he can process, bringing all the information about the Earth you were on for him to see.
âMiguel.â Jessica calls from behind.
âWhere the hell did you send her?â He whispers, reading the screen displayed. âI told you she wasnât ready to go.â
âMiguel, look.â She insists, this time with a more demanding voice.
But the man canât think of anything else more than you bleeding. Alone and injured.
âYou said it was an easy one.â He growls in a low and dangerous voice.
âIâmâŠâ
âI told you she wasnât ready!â He snaps, looking back at her. His fangs pinch on his lower lip, so hard he can feel a drop of scarlet liquid running down his chin.
And itâs not until Jess takes a step back and Lyla calls his name that he realizes the way his claws had ripped the metal in front of him.
And then⊠A call.
He blinks out of his trance, looking up at the screen with your name on it. He hits âanswerâ and your dirty suit and scratched face make an appearance.
His red eyes relax at the sight, returning to those soft brown irises and dark pleased pupils reserved only for you. He hides his fangs and his claws are no longer nowhere to see. Just you. It was just you again. And you were okay.
âMiguel, look!â You smile at him, pointing the camera on your watch for him to see your partner finishing to tie up the anomaly. âWe got it!â
âYeah, yeah, I see.â He canât help but let out a small glimpse of a smile over his lips, nodding at your excitement.
âOh, youâre smiling. Wait for me to come back, I wanna see it in person.â And just like that, his smile is gone.
âDonât take any longer. Both of you, come back as soon as possible.â
And with that, the call is ended once again, leaving him in a room with heavy air and thick silence. He jumps off of the platform, still glaring at Jessica in silence.
âYou know that wasnât right.â She whispers. âThe way youâre acting it isnât right, Miguel.â
He shakes his head, slowing his movements until he remains still just a few feet away from the entrance.
âYou donât know what itâs like.â He murmurs.
âOh, now I donât know?!â She opens her mouth with indignation, but Miguel doesnât alter.
âItâs not like that and you know it.â He hisses. âI have lost everything in this world. I am utterly alone. And even between us, there a strings that doesnât tangle. You have a husband and a soon to come baby, a family that awaits for you at home, but what do I have, Jess?â
The woman, for the first time, remains silent.
âI have her. I only have her.â He says. âNot a single thing in this world belongs to me but her. Everything else have been taken away from me, everything I once had has disappeared: my job, my life, my normal life. If sheâs ripped from my hands, I have nothing left. And I cannot keep fighting for a life I donât want to live. This is not only for her, Jess. If I lose her, I will tear the universe apart with my own hands.â
A single shiver ran down her spine, watching Miguel exiting the complex to find you arriving almost at the same moment.
She watched how his threat takes meaning when you wrap your arms around him and his eyes brighten at the sound of your laugh.
She knows that if they ever were to lose that light, the whole multiverse would dim with them.
Miguel wanted to own you.
He wasnât good at hiding it.
His hands would come to your hips, grabbing your tights or caressing your waist under your clothes.
Your scent would drive him into his animalistic side at every given moment. Until the point he would have to step meters away from you during the meetings in order to keep himself from the smell of your hair and your soft skin.
But when he didnât keep himself from you, he would come from behind you, embracing you with his whole body. His face would bury in the curve of your neck, sending shivers with his tongue coming out, tracing a single line till reaching your ear, where he would whisper what he wants, where he would ask you to let him touch you.
When you say yes, he would drop his head and sink your fingers on your tender skin, pressing his hips against your body when you throw your head back, allowing him to do as he wished so with you, to mark you as his as many times as he wanted.
âMiguelâŠâ You sigh this time, feeling his hands clinging at your suit, desperate to touch your skin instead.
He had just returned from a mission that had kept him away from you three days. You had imagined he wouldâve returned tired and ready to sleep for fifteen hours, but instead he took you straight into his bedroom and pushed you against the wall, where he now holds you still with both of his arms.
âTake it off.â He whispers, tugging again at your suit. He was being nice this time, and you thank him internally for that. You donât have the strength to ask Lyla for another suit.
You complain with a happy humming, letting your body fully exposed before him except for your panties still covering your ass and pussy.
The man switches off his own suit, letting you see up close the tent under his boxers. His fingers grasp at your thighs, forcing your legs open for him. Two of his digits run along your folds over your panties for around ten seconds before he decides to tore away your undergarment and place his hand back at your sex.
You would have complained about his behavior but his fingers pressing down on your clit rip only a moan out of your throat. He plays with your sensitive bundle until youâre wet and seconds away from an orgasm he pretends to steal away when he stops his movements.
âNo, pleaseâŠâ You cry out, your legs threatening to give up.
âShhh, patience, mi amor, Iâm not done yet.â With one hand he pushes you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his neck for support before he starts eating you out like a starved man.
You tighten your tights around his head, almost screaming at your over sensitive pussy being stimulated even more, with his tongue pushing in and out for a while until he takes it to your clit again, sucking in, ripping another hard cry out of you. You are so close. And when he finally joins in two of his fingers to curve inside of you, itâs your end.
You scream his name, clenching around his digits, making him growl enough to feel the vibration running down your skin. He guides you through all of it until you finally seem to catch your breath again.
But then, he takes out his fingers and drops his boxes to the floor. His dick throbbed painfully, making him hiss when he stroke it a few times before pressing against you, chest to chest, and bottoming out all the way with a single thrust.
âFuck, Miguel!â You throw your head back as he does the contrary, sinking his fangs into your skin, trying not to lose control.
âMay I move?â He asks, breathing heavily on your skin.
You nod.
âYes, yes, please move.â He groan in pleasure at your words, starting to move your hips in and down to match the rhythm of his.
You wrap your arms around his neck, moaning sweetly against his ear while he pick up the pace. Soon enough, only the sound of skin slapping on skin could be heard around you, with nothing but your moans and gasps indicating him where he had to thrust, and his deep growls showing you how close he was.
âCum for me.â He says, pushing your back back to the wall with his hand around your neck, squeezing you under his fingers. âI wanna see you cum.â He demands, making of his pace nothing but a mess of thrusts.
He was so close, he just neededâŠ
âMiguel!â Your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting out desperate whimpers when your legs tremble around him and your walls clench around his cock, sending him so high he has to bite you again to avoid a throaty moan escape from him.
You could barely begin to feel your toes again when you feel him tightening his grip around you before walking out to the bed.
He was ready for the next round.
âŠ
Thank you so much for coming all this way!
PD: I know Miguel fangs have paralyzing venom but letâs just pretend he can choose when to use it and when donât.
This might not be good but I had the idea of this thread of story and I just wanted to write it.
I hope you have at least enjoyed some of it.
Love yâall. Sending a lot of love. See ya. <3
PD2: Iâm trying to work now on a Sub!Miguel thing. It may be still a couple of days from it, but I want to be good. And I havenât decided if it would be just porn or porn with plot. So let me know!
PD3: Iâll be doing cleaning and correction between today and tomorrow.
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⥠slashers scenarios | your first time together isâŠyour first time
⥠fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2006), slashers (general)
⥠characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt
⥠reader; gender neutral - i tried to be ambiguous but where i couldnât be, i gave an option for both sets of parts uwu
⥠cw; sex (this is smut my friend), a little bit of implied breeding kink, possessiveness
⥠notes; what it says on the tin; you lose your virginity the first time you have sex with your stabby bf. i can only dream đ
also, probably the last fic with a random selection of characters , i have the poll results n everything. vincent was the winner and brahms three percent behind him, so theyâre being added to a-team permanently
âąââąâąâŠ †âŠâąâąââą
Brahms Heelshire
> heâs relieved when you tell him you havenât gone that far before
> because heâs a virgin too, and probably more nervous than you are
> heâs eager though- heâs always eager when it comes to you
> he pulls you on top, grabbing your hips and grinding up on you as you kiss
> and then he urges you to use his face- fuck it or sit on it, depending on what youâre working with
> and while your hesitant, not wanting to overwhelm him for his first time
> but god, heâs a good little sub, and he loves every second of it
> after heâs made you cum, he pulls away- practically still drooling, and begs for you to touch him
> he bucks up into your hand immediately, already so hard heâs twitching
> if he lasts more than a few pumps, he flips you, seeming shy to pin you, but trying his best
> and he has to take a breather to make sure he doesnât immediately cum inside you
> heâs slow at first, literally shaking
> and for your first time, itâs all missionary- he needs to watch your face, making sure heâs doing a good job
> and making sure he tells you how pretty you are
> he cums first, he just canât help it- but heâs not at all hesitant to replace his cock with his fingers
> and he makes sure you cum at least twice more, using his mouth again if he needs to
> by the time you finally catch your breath, heâs already more than ready for round 2
Micheal Myers
> heâs already pushing you to your knees in front of him when you manage to tell him
> he pauses- heâs not sure what to do
> heâs always rough.
> and heâd been rough with you thus far
> he rubs your cheek softly and huffs- and at first you think heâs going to put a stop to things for the day
> until he throws you over his shoulder, giving your ass a playful squeeze in the process
> of course heâs not going to fuck you on the porch like an animal
> not for your very first time at least
> he drops you on the bed and takes his mask off
> itâs not the first time youâve seen him without it, but itâs still special
> he teases you, hands all over your body as he carefully watches your reactions
> he has you in your undies when he finally gets impatient and goes back to his usual selfishness
> he had you get on your knees again- this time more gently coaxing, and guides you through taking him
> and for the record, thereâs a lot to take
> before you have him too needy he lays you down
> you can tell this is going to be a once in a while thing, so you savor the sight of him between your thighs
> he eats you out/rims you like itâs his goddamn job, staring up at you all the while
> itâd be creepy if he wasnât so good at what he was doing
> if you insist on missionary, heâll let you this time
> but he wants you doggy so he can watch you take him inch by inch
> this boy has so much stamina
> you cum three times before he finally pulls out, painting your back
> you try to sit up but he doesnât let you- heâs not done with you
> not even close
Thomas Hewitt
> something about his eyes darken when you tell him youâre a virgin
> heâd never be the one to initiate something first - heâs far too scared of crossing your boundaries to lead like that
> so if youâre telling him, itâs probably because youâre telling him you want him to take your virginity
> and even though he never believed in the Bible, or the sexist shit Hoyt always spouted
> heâs possessive, and if something about being your first is exciting. it was another part of you thatâd be all his
> before you know it the man is ripping your clothes off. like literally ripping.
> he manhandles you- unintentionally, but itâs hard for him not to with your size difference
>he spreads your thighs wide apart and goes to town
> he goes down on you again, and again, and again andâ
> by the time he sits up youâre already overstimulated
> but itâs his turn, and heâs eager to take it
> you can feel how huge he is through his pants, and your jaw drops when you see him
> âTommy, that wonât fitâ
> he huffs, amused through his mask and nuzzles you reassuringly
> he starts in missionary, but then he pushes your legs up into a full mating press
> he fucks into you deep and hard, going faster until youâre babbling nonsense
> he pulls your hair and makes you look him in the eye as he cums inside
> and when he does pull out, you can feel it dripping from you
> he looks at it and then up at you excitedly, and you know what he wants
> again
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âTHAT WASNâT MY NAME.â
WINDBREAKER BOYS + SAYING THE WRONG NAME. ft. hayato suo, kaji ren, nirei akihiko, & sakura haruka x f!reader
content: explicit smut (18+), fellatio, overstim, choking, teasing, (kind of) brat taming, multiple rounds, mentions of creampies, usage of pet names, individual tags below.
mdni - 1.5K wc. filled request!
HAYATO SUO. very mild brat taming, usage of pet names
âOh? Thatâs not like you, love.â
His gaze remains gentle, eyes intent on watching the way your cunt flutters so desperately around his length, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips to try and pull him deeper insideâ but he doesnât let you, of course.
Suo has always been a tease. He likes to get you pent up like this, get you needy and frustrated until youâre clutching onto him and whining for him to stop and give you more, but he admits that he may have gone just a little bit too far today.
Heâs brought you to the point where youâre moaning his friendâs name just to pull a reaction from him, and he knows painfully well that itâs your last resort at getting under his skinâ because he knows your thought processes and tricks like the back of his hand.
So the fact that it actually worked is just that much more infuriating to him.
âThinking about someone else? How rude of you.â
The way your walls tighten around his length in response to his change in tone doesnât go unnoticed by him, and you really couldnât have been more obvious if you tried.
âOh, I see.â He continues, pushing himself just an inch or two deeper- just enough to draw a lewd moan from you. âYou just enjoy being put in your place, hmm? Is that it?â
The way your eyes widen at such a suggestion is almost endearing, your head quickly shaking back and forth as you protest, blurting out a jumbled mix of âof course notâ and âyouâre just hot when youâre mad..â
Absolutely anyone could read you like this, especially with the way youâre peering up at him so curiously through your lashes to gauge each and every reaction he might make. He already knows without you telling him that thereâs nothing in that brain of yours besides your fantasy of him pounding into you at his full strength, maybe even pinning your wrists above your head while heâs at it.
âYou really should have just asked me, love.â Suoâs fingers wrap gently around your neck, a part of him content with the way you perk up in anticipation from something as little as that.
â..Because I didnât like that act of yours very much.â
Heâs thrusting into you once again before you even have time to think, angling himself to slam deep inside as your arms scramble to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer as you yelp. You accidentally pull him deeper inside you like this, and Suo fails to mask the way his face contorts at the sudden tightness.
âO-oh?â His voice holds an unfamiliar breathlessness to it, âI didnât know you were so needy today.â
âAh- because itâs so deep!â You stammer, loud moans going straight through his ear. His unrelenting pace is so foreign to you, and you donât know how heâs still so precise, aiming to pummel the exact spot that has you seeing stars the fastest- and youâre not sure if you can handle this much.
You let go of his shoulders, arms coming to shield your eyes as they roll back into your skull, your back arching in a futile attempt to escape the overstimulation.
âOhâ no,â Suoâs voice cuts through the air. âWe wonât do that.â
Heâs pinning your hands far above your head in one swift movement, frame towering over yours as he rolls his hips into you harder. âS-suo, itâs too much!â Your words come out slurred, expression contorting with how quickly youâre approaching your high.
âThis is just the beginning love. Weâre gonna play out all those fantasies youâve had tonight.â His grip around your wrists tighten slightly. âSo no more running from it. Okay?â
KAJI REN. neck kisses, choking (barely), usage of pet names, jealousy?
âOh.â You turn your head to look up at your boyfriend when his thrusts come to a complete halt at the realization of what you just said. âI meant to say Kaji.â
Thereâs an uncharacteristically long silence from your boyfriend, the only sound in the room being your giggle as you try and wiggle your ass against his hips to rile him up even more. âSorry,â your voice shifts to a stifled laugh. âDonât worry though, I was just kiddin-ah!â
Youâre pulled up with ease when his hand wraps around your neck, guiding you back until youâre pressed flush against his strong chest, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder.
âThink youâre funny, huh?â His thumb comes to roughly tilt your chin to the side, letting him grunt into the skin of your neck.
The new angle has you trembling, eyes widening with how much bigger he feels inside you like this. Heâs stretching you out so much more than before, his fat tip nestled uncomfortably against your cervix as he holds you in place.
âReal funny, princess.â You hear his click his tongue in annoyance.
The feeling of his breath fanning against your skin has your breath hitching in your throat moments after, his lips just barely ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck. âGot me reall good.â He repeats slowly, lips tantalizingly close to your skin. âI donât wanna hear that guyâs name leaving your mouth again.â
âPrank or not.â
Itâs not like kaji isnât aware of how silly he looks right now, jealous and angry over a minor prank like this one, but he canât help it, not with the way the name rolled off your tongue in such a sickeningly sweet way.
He wants to hear you moan his name instead. Wants to hear it again and again until heâs no longer green with jealousy.
A shiver of anticipation courses through your body when he starts trailing wet and sloppy kisses along your skin, each touch sending a wave of pleasure straight through your core. Heâs rough with it, a stark contrast to the way his finger is gently circling at your clit, just the way you like it.
âA-ah!â You moan when he starts sucking at the skin, inhaling sharply when he catches a faint whiff of your perfume. âK-kaji, that feels good.â
He almost groans at the sound of his name again. âAgain.â He growls, lips returning to give you another mark on the side of your neck. âSay that again.â
You were his- his only, and he was gonna make sure everybody knew that by the end of tonight.
NIREI AKIHIKO. mention of creampies
âS-sorry,â Nirei mumbles. âThat was a lot, huh?â
He watches with a heavy blush across his cheeks when your fingers come to collect the cum that heâs shot directly onto your tits, his cock throbbing when you slowly drag your tongue up your hand.
âItâs okay, Sakura. Ohâ wrong name.â
He blinks a couple times before his heart sinks into his stomach. His first thought was that he just heard you wrong, but there was just no way that was possible.
â..Sakura?â
His expression shifts from confusion to worry, then to a frustrated pout when you start laughing. âIâm just kidding!â You giggle, laugh trailing off to a concerned hum when his eyebrows stay deeply furrowed.
âOh? Was that too mean, Nirei?â
You watch him closely when his hands come to pull you by the waist, your own arms coming to wrap around him, but he doesnât let you. âYou know,â he starts, and heâs grabbing both of your wrists before pinning you beneath him, âI change my mind.â
Your tits bounce a bit when your back hits the mattress, your chest still covered in his cum, and he wishes time could stop for a brief second so he could stare and admire you like this for just a little longer without looking like a total creep. It doesnât help when youâre staring up at him like that too, your mouth still parted to pant lightly from the previous round.
Youâre fucked out in the cutest way, and itâs enough to get him hard again.
ââŠAbout?â Your words trail off with a hint of uncertainty under them.
ââM not sorry.â He whispers, groaning when his overstimulated cock slaps against your folds. âNot sorry at all anymore. Gotta shoot it inside next, or thisâll keep bothering me.â
SAKURA HARUKA. fellatio, teasing, his dick is sensitive <3
âH-huh..?â
Your eyes flicker to the way the muscles of his abs flex when he abruptly sits up, deep blush across his cheeks as he watches you bob your head up and down his length in complete and utter disbelief.
âSorryy,â your voice is a soft and teasing whisper, and you give him that sugary-sweet smile that always kills him in an instant. âWrong name.â
An awfully casual mistake to make, he thinks.
Sakura is absolutely dumbfounded, forcing himself to try and glare despite the way you have him breathless and trembling underneath your touch, but youâre resuming your movements only a second later, your tongue dragging up his length as if you didnât just call him someone elseâs fucking name just now.
âH-hey.â He can barely choke out a word with how good your lips feel around his dick, and heâs trying to reach forward and pull you off of him, struggling to blurt out a âS-stop that!â
But youâre suddenly taking him deeper, letting him in your throat until your nose pokes at his skin, and he groans loudly at the feeling of your throat around him.
âAhâ shit..â his mouth falls open when you moan into him, vibrations of your voice forcing his hips to jerk up against you.
âYouâ you justâŠâ heâs trying, trying so hard to get a word out, but youâre such a fucking tease. Your head bobs up and down a little faster, tongue flattening to glide perfectly around his thickness, and the way his quads start trembling doesnât go unnoticed by you.
Heâs getting close.
The lewd âpop!â your mouth makes when you let him go only deepens the furious blush across his cheeks, and he wishes he didnât make the mistake of looking down and catching a glimpse of you rubbing his pre-cum off your bottom lip with your thumb.
âI was just kidding.â You smile when you notice his attention is back on you, even if itâs only for a brief moment before heâs tearing his gaze away. âBut the face you made was real funny.â
His expression switches to an angry scowlâ as angry as he could possibly look after youâve reduced him to nothing but a panting, flustered mess beneath you. Heâs gasping loudly as soon as your hands start to run up and down his thighs, fingertips pressing into him to get a better feel for his muscles.
Itâs enough to kill him as is, but as soon as you start peppering his dick with kisses, he feels his patience crumble to nothing.
âEnough,â his voice is just above a shaky growl, nails digging deeply into the armrests besides him, âNeeda be inside youâ f-fuck. Right now.â
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It all seemed to start within a snap of Time; the tick of a clock; the drop of a hat; the blink of an Eye.
Just before any of the assembled Justice League could leave the Watchtower, every alarm went off and pandemonium re-erupted across the space station.
"What the hell is going on?" Batman demanded as he and Robin re-entered the meeting room they'd just left.
Constantine and Zatanna were both using several different ways of communication, talking in frantic tone and jumping between conversations without losing any of them. Deadman had disappeared completely. The America based heroes were all getting calls, all just as confused as each other as to what was going on.
Batman pulled up a map on the projector, the one that was shown in the Observation part of the Watchtower, and glared at the red dot that was slowly taking over Illinois. "Constantine, Zatanna. What is this?"
Constantine glared back at Batman, "What we were trying to avoid by calling a meeting today!" He went right back to whatever conversation he was having in Esperanto.
"Yeah, look what good that did us anyway," Zatanna scoffed between conversations, "We were both late and ignored." She, too, had started speaking on Esperanto.
"That's where Red is based," Robin said quietly from beside Batman. "I-I need to call- make sure she's alright!"
Batman put his hand on Robin's shoulder. "Don't panic, chum, we'll get a plan started and then you can all Red Huntress." The boy nodded, but opened his own communicator anyway, likely to contact his team. Batman turned to the heroes in the room. "Everyone!" He waited until all eyes were on him before continuing, "Calm down. Constantine, Zatanna, find out what's going on-"
"Already doing that, Batsy!" the man hollered before jumping into a fourth conversation.
Batman's eye twitched behind the white lenses of his mask, but he otherwise didn't react to the interruption. "-the rest of us need to go and isolate the threat. We'll plan from there. Make sure your comms are on. Robin, get your team ready for rescue efforts and try to contact Red Huntress to see if she knows what's going on." When the heroes started moving, he grabbed Superman. "Where's Deadman?"
Superman shook his head. "No idea. He was gone by the time any of us came back in here."
Batman nodded and let him go. Everyone was on their way to Illinois right now, but there was something that Zatanna said that struck him as strange. He didn't have to wait ong before her three ongoing conversations all came to a stop. "Earlier, you said that Amity Park liked to stay in Illinois. What did you mean?"
Zatanna jumped when he spoke, obviously not realizing he was still there, but she answered him, "The city's been prime for supernatural activity since its founding. On top of the two dimensional rifts, that much magic contained in one area is bound to give it some form of sentiance, especially because most of that magic is death and life focused."
He hummed and left the room with a sweep of his cape. Containing the issue will be tricky if the source manages to move around them. Regardless, it needed to be done fast.
***
It took another twenty minutes before all five on Constantine's conversations ended. He had gotten the same unfortunate answer from all five of them, and, judging by the look on her face, Zatanna had been given the same news as him.
"We tried to warn them. We fucking tried-!" she slammed her fist down on the table, "But we were too fucking late!"
He ran a hand down his face with a heavy sigh. "C'mon, mate, let's go make sure they don't fuck anything else up."
"And help them defend the idiots that started all this? No way. Let them lie in the grave they dug."
"Horrible metaphor, love. And, as much as I hate to say it, we can't let the world get taken over."
"Why not? They've been practically begging for it to happen since Superman was first introduced. That's why the Green Lanterns had to step in and lay down the law, quite literally." She huffed. "Besides, the Realms won't be gunning for the world. They're looking for their child."
"And if they don't find the kid in perfect condition?"
"...I see you're point."
"Good! We're on the same page, then."
She sighed again. "How're we going to play this? Are we running interference?"
"No," he shook his head, "The only thing we can do is keep anyone from dying or attacking."
"Without Deadman to talk to the Realms?"
"Yep,"
"You realize how hard this is gonna be, right?"
"I'm gonna make Batsy pay me in hard liquor."
"Agreed."
***
The Justice League had set up a perimeter around the town of Amity Park, Illinois. They were a few miles out from the town, close enough to see it but far enough away as to not set off any panic. When Constantine and Zatanna arrived, they had made it very obvious that the town and it's citizens were probably very aware that they were there. They called another meeting, though only taking a few heroes away from watch. Zatanna was the one to explain things to them while Constantine kept tabs on the town in case it decided to move.
The heroes still weren't exactly sure what they meant by that.
Zatanna stood at the front of the heroes she'd pulled aside. Batman, Wonder Woman, Superman, Aquaman, The Flash, and Green Lantern stood in a half circle, all very clearly anxious to keep their eyes on the town. Too bad for them, this was her specialty, so she got to keep facing it while they turned their backs.
"They aren't going to listen to you guys," Zatanna said, "Like we tried to warn you earlier, their looking for a child that the US Government took from them."
"The one in the pictures?" The Flash asked.
"Yep," she affirmed, "His name's Phantom, like we said. He's this town's hero."
"I thought Robin said Red Huntress was the town's hero?" Aquaman wondered.
Zatanna pushed down the flare of anger with a deep breath. "Phantom has been operating for several months longer than Red Huntress. she is closer to being a hero while Phantom leans more towards being a vigilante."
"Is that why he doesn't stick around after his fights?" Superman tilted his head slightly in question.
"Yes," she glared, "Can I get back on topic, or are we wanting to waste even more time?" The heroes fell silent and she waited for a few seconds before continuing. "From what Deadman explained, Phantom is technically still a baby ghost because he's only been dead for about a year." She ignored the expressions on the heroes faces. "Not only that, but he's the favorite of several Ancient Beings. Think Primordials or Titans."
"Oh, dear," Wonder Woman whispered. Several had paled slightly.
Zatanna nodded. "Don't attack any of the Realms' people, not even in self defense. We're going to have to help them find Phantom, keep them from attacking the US Government, and keep the Government from attacking them."
"A bit late for that!" A new voice joined the group. They all startled, reaching for weapons and dropping into ready stances.
Above and slightly to the side of the group was a girl who looked to be in her late teens. She had teal-grey skin, a slight teal glow, and flaming teal hair tied in a high pony, bangs framing her face. Her eyes glowed the same radioactive green as Phantom's had in the picture, though less so. She was wearing black pants, a black crop-top, grey knee boots, and a single black elbow glove. There was a guitar strapped to her back that gave off a slight purple glow. Even from where the Justice League heroes were standing, they could feel heat radiating off of here.
"And you are?" Batman asked.
"Don't matter who I am, does it?" the girl sneered, "What matters is that you dickheads took one of ours." She very obviously assessed the small group, looking each person up and down with a frown on her face. "Phantom told me that this place had other heroes, so where were you?"
Superman blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Where were you?"
"I'm, uh, not quite sure what you mean."
"You're talking about when this place was catalyst for world threats, right?" Zatanna stepped forward.
The girl turned her full attention to the magician. "So, you knew?"
Zatanna nodded. "Me and my colleagues were keeping on eye on Amity Park after the rifts opened up last year."
The girl seemed to reassess the magician. "You're one of the ones Deadman told us about."
"You know Deadma?" Green Lantern asked. He was ginored.
"Yeah?"
"I'm Ember." She landed and held her hand out for a hand shake. "Deadman got the Council to agree to hold ourselves in Amity until the end of the day. After that, we move on our own."
Zatanna shook her hand. "I'm Zatanna. We're gonna find him."
Ember glared, tightening her grip, "You better. He's done more for this world than you heroes even know." She turned her glare on the others before flying back up. "And once he's back with us, where he belongs, we'll think about a cease fire." She left before anyone could get another word in.
Zatanna fell into a squat, her hands covering her face. "This is a nightmare," she whispered, "That definitely could've gone much better." She popped back up to her full height. "Well, you heard her. We've got 'til the end of the day to find Phanom."
The group shared looks, nodding at each other before separating to spread the word to everyone else
The first plan was the same one they had for every mission that needed quick recon done. Flash was sent out to get a location. Once he had one, they'd set off.
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