#like i said idk whats causing it but it is at least slightly concerning

[semiotomatics]

oh also other thing that makes this pain worse: my fucking shoulder + elbow hyperextend like nobodys business, which in turn overstretches the nerves/muscles :/ genuinely i dont know how my shoulder is supposed to sit so i dont know how to avoid it either

[kitten4sannie]

antithesis

pairing: peter parker/venom! yunho x gf! reader

genre: spider man au, smut

summary: your boyfriend is going through a phase.

w.c: 3.3k (porn with a microscopic amount of plot)

warnings: dom! yunho, sub! reader, venom should have his own warning bc bro is NASTYY (so is yuyu 🤝🏻), partial mind manipulation? on yunho’s part? bc venom is in his head? idk, praise/degradation, pet names/name calling, teasing, fingering, hand kink….,, SIZE KINK., manhandling, pussy eating, tongue kink, raw feral sex (doggy + missionary), bro has a monster cock, also monster fucking!! bc venom takes over <3, cum eating, breeding kink, bulge kink, dacryphilia, mind break, record breaking creampie

a/n: listen …….i LOVE venom, the things i would let venom do to me would set humanity back at least fifty years. NOW VENOM YUNHO ON THE OTHER HAND,, oh boy. boyyyy oh boy. i don’t think i have to explain myself when it comes to that combination bc this fic speaks for itself lol. are you curious now? why don’t you give it a peek then, hm? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ and then lemme know what you thought of it pretty please? <3

song rec: new woman - lisa feat. rosalía (get it bc he’s a new man - bc of venom - 😼)

fictober 2024

“And just where have you been, Jeong Yunho?” you asked your boyfriend in a more teasing manner than anything, once he snuck in past the sliding glass door of the balcony, getting up from the couch you were waiting restlessly on. When he stood there silently just looking at you through the white eye shaped sections of his mask, you pouted, nervously wrapping a lock of hair around your finger. “Just be honest with me and I won’t be mad, okay?” 

Despite the lack of sleep, you were ready for him this time. He wasn’t about to casually sneak in or out of the house another night that week without you catching him. Usually, you wouldn’t have been concerned because you were used to him being gone when there was crime taking place or a super villain that needed to be brought to justice, but recently…your boyfriend was acting strange. He was starting to become moody and secretive, opting to brush you off when you asked him about it. Yunho had even taken up using substances in his free time, finding him drunk or high off his ass in the apartment when you got home from work. The final straw was when you came home one night to find him in the kitchen with freshly dyed hair and new piercings he had given himself, a few empty boxes of black hair dye and bloody safety pins laying haphazardly on the kitchen counter. 

Yunho took off his mask and rubbed at his eyes like he was tired, leaving a bit of smeared eyeliner underneath them, before shoving his hands into the pockets of his frayed jacket, the one that was slightly zipped just enough to cover his iconic red suit. 

“She knows about us,” said the annoying parasite that had just recently made a home inside him. “We should eat her.”

“No, I’m not doing that,” Yunho grumbled, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

You walked up to him, gently putting a hand on his chest. “Yun, I just wanna know where you were at, that’s all. You know I respect your space,” you murmured, your pout growing slightly, your eyebrows upturned with concern. 

“She’s looking at us with those big round eyes again, Yunho,” Venom told his host, letting out a disgusting groan only he could hear. “It’s gonna make us hard. If we’re not going to eat her, let’s fuck her, at least.” 

“Mingi asked me to take care of some douchebags that had been causing trouble at that new club he works at. That’s all, baby,” Yunho replied softly, reaching down to press the back of his hand against your cheek, before cupping it. He noticed the teary look inside your doe eyes. “Hey, are you okay?” 

You nuzzled into his big warm hand, before reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck to hold your boyfriend close. “I’m fine…I’ve just been worried about you, Yun. You’ve been acting a bit…different.” 

“Let’s show her just how different we’ve become, Yunho,” Venom egged him on, knowing Yunho could feel just how much he wanted to break through the barrier of his host’s mind and take control. “She’ll love it.”

How could he possibly explain to you that he was always in a never ending battle with a frightening otherworldly parasite that had found its way inside of him? You would be so scared and disgusted, you’d probably never trust him again. He couldn’t risk losing you, not when you were his only anchor to the normal life he desperately craved, and the first person he’s ever felt this strongly about. 

“I’m just going through a phase, I think,” Yunho expressed wholeheartedly, resting his hands around your waist, his thumbs slightly pressing into your hip bones through your sleep shirt, feeling just how delicate you truly were. You were so small compared to him, practically swimming in one of his band t-shirts that you regularly wore to bed; you were so tiny and cute, and…”Malleable,” Venom finished. Yunho couldn’t tell if the parasite was influencing all of his thoughts or if he was just that perverted. 

“Do you wanna talk about it, Yun?” You pressed yourself closer to Yunho, feeling his large hands enclose around your small waist, making you feel a bit dizzy. When he shook his head, you tilted yours, wondering if what you felt pushing against your middle was exactly what you thought it was. “Or, do you want to take me to bed?” 

It had felt like forever since Yunho had touched you, kissed you even. You had almost forgotten what it was like to feel him inside you, filling you up over and over again until his love spilled out. Just the thought alone made your body begin to overheat. Was it wrong of you to take his simple answer at face value? Should you have pushed the issue, instead of letting him push you back into the wall of the hallway? You weren’t sure, but you were just grateful that your boyfriend still wanted you like this. 

“Did punching those guys at the club make you this horny?” you asked playfully, a sudden shiver of pleasure shooting up your spine when Yunho’s warm hands snaked up underneath your shirt and began groping at your tits.

“So horny,” Yunho joked back, a shaky exhale escaping his bobbing throat as he swallowed. 

 “Nnngh, I didn’t know fighting crime did it for you, Yun.” 

“Knowing I’m already getting your little pussy wet just from this is what’s doing it for me, baby,” he whispered into your ear, having to practically lower himself to your height just to do so, able to clearly hear the breathless moan that left your lips. Yunho was already breathing hard, his mind swimming with constant racing thoughts that all pertained to his pretty little girlfriend and what he was going to do to you, squishing your soft flesh in between his slender fingers, using his thumbs to rub your hardening nipples in teasing circles. 

It had felt like eternity since Yunho had allowed himself to feel you underneath his touch, to even simply look at you with unbridled lust. He wanted to see all of you, witness the way you completely opened yourself up to him. It was driving him insane. Was it selfish of him to give into temptation when there was something else living inside him? Something that he knew was taking even more pleasure in this than he was? He wasn’t exactly sure, but he knew it was far too late to stop now. 

“Let us see her tits, Yunho, they feel so nice inside our hands, we need to see,” Venom demanded, desperately shaking the bars of his figurative cage. 

When Yunho tugged your shirt up and over your tits, your gasp became muffled, your eyes widening as he stuffed the hem of the shirt into your mouth. You were going to close your legs to keep your arousal from spilling down your thighs, but your eager boyfriend pushed his larger one in between them. 

“You’re so pretty, angel,” Yunho cooed softly, admiring the way you began to grind your cunt against his thigh, despite the sheepish expression you offered him, a bit of drool escaping the corner of his mouth from witnessing such a display of pure desperation. “Look at you go…rubbing yourself all over my thigh like a horny little slut.” 

“N-not a slut,” you whimpered softly, his insult causing a fresh wave of slick to leak out onto Yunho’s torn jeans. “Just need you, Yuyu.” 

“Her breeding hole needs to be trained to handle my size. Do it now,” Venom growled into Yunho’s mind, growing more and more demanding by the second, very aware that his host was starting to lose control of himself. 

“Yeah? How about this?” Yunho pulled your panties to the side so that he could watch as your greedy cunt swallowed up one of his long, bony fingers to the knuckle. “Is that enough, baby?” 

“I meant with your human sized cock, you insufferable prick,” Venom chided, simply not understanding the pleasurable benefits that prolonged foreplay could offer being the inhibited hothead that he was. 

Something about the way Yunho was taking his time with unraveling you, the way he was drinking in the sight of your bare body with pure lust inside his dilated eyes, all while he had one of his digits plunged inside you. It made you pulse and squeeze around it. “F-full.”  

“But I barely fit one finger inside you, sweetheart. What’ll happen if I put another?” Yunho suddenly tugged your borrowed t-shirt up and over your head, leaning in close to your face to catch the way your breath hitched as soon as he slipped another finger inside, curling them just enough to hit your sweet spot each time he finger-fucked you, earning a few whiny moans from his beloved girlfriend. “Oh, that’s right. You turn into my little sex toy, don’t you?” 

“Y-esss, Yuyu, just for you, fuck,” you cried out, hooking your arms around his neck to keep yourself from completely melting into the floor. 

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned into your ear, quickly stuffing his thick digits into you, unable to get Venom’s ungodly thoughts out of his head all the while, unable to keep himself from shoving a third finger into you, your slick walls pulsating around him. “You think you’re feeling full now…just wait till my cock’s inside you.”

Gasping, your nails dug into his back through his clothes. “Oh my god, Yunho, give it to me, please, please, please,” you whined breathlessly into his neck, trembling in his arms as overwhelming pleasure washed over you. “N-need your cock in me.” 

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re already begging to be fucked like that. I almost forgot how much of a needy little slut you are when you need cock. You like the thought of me stretching out your little pussy that much, huh?” He smiled against your heated skin when you whimpered and nodded eagerly, not allowing you to witness the brief moment his eyes turned completely black. “I just might split you open.” 

You almost didn’t recognize your boyfriend when he tossed you onto your shared bed like you weighed close to nothing, and you certainly didn’t recognize him when he manipulated your limbs until you were laying with your head down against the mattress and your ass up in the air. Usually, he wanted to do missionary, so that he could kiss and look at you when you both came undone, but now, now he had you in a position that was apparently ‘perfect for breeding’, or at least, that’s what you thought you had heard him mumbling about from behind you. 

“Now’s the time, human. We must show her how great we are,” the alien reminded Yunho, delighted that his black parasitic poison was now making its way through his host’s veins, showing up from underneath his milky skin. It was changing him in ways that would most definitely benefit all three of you. 

Yunho squeezed his large hands into the sides of your ass and spread it open, hyper focused on your dripping cunt and how it struggled to accommodate his obscene size. “Poor baby’s so tiny, my little princess can barely take me inside her pretty cunt,” he sighed, pulling out just enough to send a few strands of spit onto his own cock, lubing up the base of it and pushing back in, a shiver of pleasure shooting up his spine as soon as he heard the broken cry that left your drooling mouth. “Looks like we’re going to have to break you in.” 

You felt like you were losing your mind. Your boyfriend had just barely bottomed out inside of you and you were already about to cream yourself. And, it might’ve been the cock drunk state you were in, but you swore to god that his dick got bigger. It felt like it was kissing your cervix already and he hadn’t even moved yet. Not to mention, it felt so hot inside you, and there was so much pre-cum coating your walls, you almost thought he had came prematurely, but he would’ve been asleep and snoring away already if he did. 

Yunho violently interrupted your train of thought by slamming his hips forward, letting out a deep, long groan as though he were experiencing euphoria. He grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back, tucking them together so that he could hold them both with one large hand, and quickly got to work, yanking you back onto his cock, using you like his own personal sex doll. “That’s fucking it, isn’t it, angel? You like that? You fucking like that?” 

“Yeah, fuck me,” you moaned back, realizing this ‘phase’ of Yunho’s was one of the best things that could’ve ever happened to the both of you, previously unaware that something this rough, something this animalistic, could feel as good as it did. 

“She’s ours, she’s ours, Yunho, fuck, we’re going to cum inside her,” Venom blissfully announced into Yunho’s head, fully taking over his host in that very instant, gracing Yunho with the symbiote’s much more endowed features. 

It was then that you let out a sudden gasp, the air that quickly filled your lungs leaving as a wavering moan of pleasure instead. It was almost as if Yunho’s cock had grown twice in size. You didn’t even know how that was possible, but you were too lost in the moment to question it. “So big, it’s so fucking big, Yunho, nnnngh, it’s gonna break me,” you exhaled, quickly pulling at the sheets once he gifted you partial physical autonomy, your eyes beginning to disappear underneath your eyelashes. 

“That’s right, pretty girl, and you’re going to keep taking it all, even after I’m done impregnating you,” Yunho agreed huskily, bending over you until his overheated body pressed into your shoulders and back, his long fingers curling around the softness of your hips. Just as his never ending seed spilled into you and made its way into your womb, Yunho dragged his long tongue up in between your straining shoulder blades and along your neck, savoring your flavor. He truly wanted to eat you, unable to stop drooling, but the annoying mortal he shared this body with wouldn’t let him. Venom figured he would have to settle for the next best thing.  

You didn’t even have a chance to finish shaking, let alone take a breath, before you were being lifted up and lowered back down onto your boyfriend’s face, your cunt fitting snugly between the curves of Yunho’s lips and nose. Just as he lapped at your extremely sensitive clit and slit, you couldn’t help but jolt away, his forearms suddenly locking tightly around your middle. “O-oh…!” 

“Hold still. Need a taste of this pretty cunt,” Yunho growled under his breath, angling his head back and opening his mouth wide enough so that he could explore the entirety of your used cunt, licking and drinking up the mixed arousal that spilled out of you to his heart’s content.

“Y-yunhooo,” you whined pathetically, reaching forward to hold onto the headboard to keep yourself from passing out from the pleasure that was overloading your mind, looking down to watch how he eagerly nosed at your clit. “Fuck, i’ll cum again…” 

“Then, do it, princess.” Just as he swallowed down more of your wetness, he realized it wasn’t enough, unable to keep himself from sliding the entirety of his tongue inside you, feeling you clench around the base of it. 

“Oh my god, your tongue, it’s so–haaaah,” you reacted breathlessly, digging your nails into the wood of the headboard, the longer his serpent-like tongue slithered in and out of you so seamlessly, unable to fully understand how any of this was possible. When the thickest part of his appendage rubbed at your g-spot, you saw white around your vision, your ears ringing, unable to hear the filthy slurping sounds Yunho was making underneath you as he drank up your squirt. 

When you came to, you were back underneath Yunho, in the missionary position he loved so much, yet this time it was profoundly different. His eyes were as dark as his freshly dyed hair, one corner of his mouth split open, inviting a myriad of long, serrated fangs, all while black wispy tendrils clung onto one side of his face like a second skin. You realized too late why Yunho was acting so out of character, and that you were never actually alone with him the past few weeks. You had an uninvited guest, an alien symbiote known as Venom, to be exact — and here you were, face to face with him, his disgustingly oversized cock stretching you wide open.

“Oh god, you’re actually going to split me open, what the fuck,” you gasped sharply, clutching the sides of Yunho’s cheeks, your fingers tugging at the ends of his sweaty hair. 

“Silly human, as much as we’d enjoy seeing that, you won’t split apart. You have a prime body for breeding, didn’t you know?” he chuckled darkly in a two-toned voice, pressing his hand down into your abdomen to feel the sheer size of himself protruding through your lower belly each time his hips routinely smacked into yours. “We knew Spider-man’s pretty little girlfriend would make a perfect host for our offspring. Just look at you, you’re taking us so well.” 

You didn’t know what was going to break your mind first, the fact that you were essentially being used as a breeding tool for an alien that would take great pleasure in swallowing you whole, or the fact that your cunt was eagerly swallowing up something so absurdly large, its heavy girth and width stretching you so wide, it felt as though you would fall apart at any given time. Despite the insanity of it all, your body and mind welcomed it, creaming yourself on his alien cock. 

“Good girlll,” Yunho praised, letting his long slimy tongue slip out to lick up the side of your cheek until he tasted the salt from the tears that fell down your face. He fully sheathed himself inside you one last time, before his large hands cemented around your waist, holding you completely still as his hot load joined the other one he had previously fucked into you, his heavy breaths warming the skin of your neck. “That’s it, princess, take it all, just like that…” 

You could hardly breathe, let alone move, simply laying still in your boyfriend’s arms, taking everything he gave you, as wave after wave of cum coated the insides of your aching cunt and flooded womb, some of it spilling down the insides of your legs and dripping onto the stained sheets below. It felt so good to be filled up in such a way that you came again without direct stimulation, letting out a broken cry, before Yunho silenced you with a kiss. 

When you opened your teary eyes, your boyfriend’s previously monstrous traits were gone, instead replaced with his usual soft, flushed features that you adored so much. You watched him open and close his mouth, as if he didn’t know what to say. You pressed another kiss to his lips, gently running your fingers through his hair. “Should we go to the drugstore to get Plan B?”

Yunho gave you a goofy, though apologetic smile, leaning his face into your neck to give it a few kisses. He pulled himself back up to face you, his eyebrows upturned. “D-do you think it would work on an alien symbiote?” 

You patted his head, knowing what you signed up for when you decided to date the Spider-man, figuring one of his superhero friends would have a solution for the both of you. You gave him a soft smile, happy when he returned it. “If not, let’s get a refund.” 

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[ken-jaku]

pretty nose, pretty boy. zayne from love and deepspace

there's a huge chance my phone may have distorted the quality to make it look like he has a dorsal hump but idc! i like the idea of it sm that im gonna lie to myself!

content warnings. suggestive content (smut), pussydrunk!zayne, both fem!reader and zayne are virgins, fingering, oral via face riding, zayne has a dorsal hump, semi!public sex (at akso hospital for the plot😼). vague mentions of zayne's asphyxiation kink, brief mentions of pining, nervous/anxious reader. verbal consent (zayne strictly wants words, no hums or nods). zayne is naturally dominant in this... idk what came over me. overstimulation. cumming right after an orgasm cause "love knows no bounds" :D mention of jealousy towards rafayel. reader has doctor/patient kink? all this on the first day of dating is crazyyy shit writing, haven't published anything since 2016 and that was a 5 chapter, 300 words each, wattpad story on hanahaki💀 huge chance i might edit this again later

word count. 5.09k words

"zayne?" your words are almost like a whisper as you squirm on the couch, impatience and anxiety riddling you as you can't wait to get dinner and execute your plan of either a.) finally getting a longer kiss compared to the two-second one you had earlier or b.) getting said kiss and have him hang out for a few more minutes after he walks you to your apartment. your boyfriend of just a few hours, which still feels rather unreal, sat across the room from you, hard at work. his long, scarred fingers tap away at the keyboard before him. a soft, short hum leaves his lips in acknowledgement of you.

said hum goes, unintentionally, ignored as you couldn't stop staring at him. the way his long eyelashes gently graced his lids, his nose twitching ever so slightly to shift his glasses as he focused on the computer screen. his beauty- his very being was captivating.

you never noticed it before but his nose had a small, almost unnoticeable, dorsal hump. soon enough, your mind went where no one's should be, especially on the day you confess and start dating. you wanted to fuck his face, plain and simple. sure, it was a bit too soon to have those thoughts but, really. who cares? you cuffed a pretty man with a pretty nose- you just can't help yourself!

"are you alive over there?" your physician's monotone voice almost makes you jump, "you've been staring at me for quite a while," his voice now laced with faux concern, "i couldn't get your attention for almost a minute."

you clear your throat, smoothing out your dress as you stand up. your fingers picked at each other as you got closer to him. zayne's mind drifts briefly from the task at hand as he watches you through the corner of his eyes, taking in the long silk sundress you chose to wear. the dress hugged all the right places and was quite flattering on you. for it to be the first formal piece of attire he'd see on you- it was like a blessing.

"when are we gonna leave? our reservation's in thirty minutes." you sigh, leaning over his desk and taking a peek at his computer before ultimately resting your head on the wooden surface, staring at his hands as the unfamiliar terms and long words on the screen annoyed you to no end.

"soon, my love, and stop hurting yourself. we won't be late." he places his left hand in yours, eyes not leaving the screen before him as he holds his breath in your presence. that was the end of it. you knew him well enough to know that. your begging would only result in the same monotone voice, the only difference being the almost unnoticeable annoyance that laced his words. it made no sense to fight back. you struggle not to release another sigh, your eyes never leaving the handsome man in front of you.

well, at least he has his beauty going for him despite being strict.

your hand reaches up to his face, delicately tracing the lines of his nose, following the curve of his high nose bridge upwards with your finger. just as you barely tilt his glasses, he stops you— his large, cold hand gripping your wrist. the interaction sends shivers down your spine as his eyes stare into yours with an intensity that leaves you wanting.

zayne finally lets out a breath, "is there something on my face for you to be staring at it for so long? the more you distract me, the longer this will take." your nickname follows— the word leaving his mouth sweetly in comparison to the others.

a murmur leaves your pretty, glossy lips, having swiped your tongue over them one too many times in the past three minutes, "you just have a pretty nose..." you trail off.

your physician tilts his head, eyes never leaving your face as he reads your body language. you were nervous- that was obvious but you were also hiding something, "what do you like about it?"

your cheeks feel warm and you find yourself averting his gaze as your head leaves the desk, the area now occupied with your elbows, "you have a dorsal hump."

he hums, "that i do... is that all you like?" your breath hitches and you cross your legs.

planting your palms on the wooden surface, you quickly attempt to rise from the desk only to find yourself being pulled back into place. zayne had dragged you back to him with the same singular hand that gripped your wrist. he was enjoying this, you could tell. it was never in his nature to pry so deeply even when it pertained to him so to see him show his true colours the day you begin dating...

"zayne..."

"come here." he hoarsely whispers as he stands up, taking a step closer to you before pulling you towards him, closing the distance between you two. his hand finally lets go of your wrist, opting to place both of them at the sides of your body, resting them on the desk behind you. you feel yourself leaning further against the table as he gets closer, until eventually, you find yourself almost sitting on it. he had you trapped.

zayne sighs, his head now resting on your shoulder as you eye the way his hand moves. just barely brushing your hip, he slides his hand down from your lower arm into your palm. one thing about zayne: he frequently has dreams about you- perverted ones at that. he was never proud of them but, god, did he indulge in them whenever they came along. you'd walk around the hospital every week, clueless about how he wished to secretly take you, not in front of everyone, though- he wants it to be away from prying eyes, but never prying ears.

while roaming akso and attending to duties, he'd regularly spot you in the corner of his eye- he doesn't like to admit it but he does make an attempt to cross paths with you at least once before seeing you in his office when you come for appointments. in your little skirt, you'd bend down to receive the same drink from the same secluded vending machine- the plush of your thighs on display for him to see. the sight would always leave his throat dry as he either speaks to you, forcing himself to let go of all the lewd thoughts and have a proper conversation, or he turns around quickly, as if he'd committed a sin, only to come back to that very same area every two weeks to commit the same act.

sometimes, just as he's about to address you, he hears your friend calling out to you with a sulky demeanour. it was always that same friend named rafayel too, never anyone different. deep down, he wishes for that kid to stop clinging to you like a lost puppy, showing up at akso, begging for your attention as he claims he fell down the stairs or got a cramp in his finger. he also occupies a hospital bed from time to time by admitting himself when he really doesn't need to but that's the least of zayne's grievances with him. zayne's always dreamed of wanting everyone, especially rafayel, to know you're his. and now that you two are dating, he's one step closer to said desire.

you feel two pecks on your shoulder blade and one on your palm. he brings your hand up to cup his cheek, "tell me what else you like about my nose, (name)." his tone was more commanding than anything, seemingly laced with jealousy and annoyance- not towards you, of course- never towards you. he'd never spoken to you that way before but, god, do you like it.

you watch as his fingers graze yours softly, his eyes only ever leaving yours when he closes them, revelling in the warmth your hand brings his cold, freezing body.

"i... " you feel his knee grazing your thigh as you try to spit something out.

"you can say it. no matter how vile and vulgar your thoughts may be... i want you to say it," after reassuring you, he asks once more, "what else do you like about my nose, (name)?"

a soft gasp leaves your lips as you feel his knee push further up your dress, "say it," he whispers, his lips now grazing your ear as his hand reaches for the back of your neck.

"i love how easy it looks to ride, zayne, fuck-" your words get muffled as zayne kisses you intensely. the feeling has you dizzy as the farthest you've gotten were the pecks initiated by you earlier that day and the ones he initiated just a few minutes ago.

his other hand grips your waist tightly as he presses himself into you further, his hands now the only thing keeping you from falling back onto the table. with the way he handled you, it was like he couldn't get enough. your very scent allured him.

"is this okay?" his lips withdraw yours as he begins leaves pecks on your cheek and neck as he awaited your response.

a nod and hum left you as you stared at the windows, looking at the reflection and taking pleasure in the way he kissed your body. but he stops.

as you were about to turn to him and ask what was wrong, a strict stare was all it took. his brownish-green eyes pierced into yours in the reflection of the glass. his eyebrows raised as he waited for something from you. he wanted words. he needed to hear, through proper verbal communication, that you wanted this.

"yeah..." you sound almost breathless facing him, "yeah, i wanna do this."

a small smile reaches his lips before he kisses you again. more deeply, more lovingly. he was relishing in your very being. the girl who he'd pined for was finally his after fifteen long years.

the hand gripping your hip would soon spread around your waist as the other rested on the fabric covering your thigh—a fabric that he would push up in annoyance as he needed to feel you bare.

his thumb would involuntarily twitch, grazing and pushing at your cunt as he squeezed and rubbed the plush of your inner thigh, the cold pressure being felt through the sheer panties you wore had you shivering.

"zayne.." your impatience was getting the best of you and zayne could see it. he chuckles as he bunches your silky sundress up at your waist and hooks his long pointer and index fingers around the last piece of fabric that bars you from him- teasing him with the dampness that left it looking a deeper colour than usual.

before he can ask, you give him the confirmation he needs, raising your hips, "take it off... please?"

he obeys, a little too willingly as if his patience was also wearing thin, and a soft 'fuck' leaves his lips as he stares at your dripping cunt, the vulgar word shocks the both of you.

he can only chuckle as he eyes the dress straps that had fallen off your shoulder, "the things you do to me." ever so slowly, his cold hands push the straps further down, pulling your arms from out of it. your breasts were now on display for him as the dress slid down, grazing your sensitive nipples in the process and stopping at your diaphragm.

you look away, gnawing on your lip. it set a weird feeling in your stomach knowing he was fully dressed in his doctorly attire while you were bare, exposed for him to see- for him to examine. you feel his hand rest back on your cunt, the other hand grasping your chin to look at him. he wasn't overly rough but the hold was quite strong and decisive. every breath and movement from zayne exuded dominance.

"don't hide from me, pretty girl, you know better than that." the pet name has you shuddering, paired with the fact that he began to gently prod at your entrance with his index finger before allowing you to suck him in completely, his thumb softly touching your clit occasionally as he inspects you.

his lips find yours once more, his tongue prodding your mouth and you can't help but whine at the feeling as he slowly introduces another finger. with every touch from him, you feel your breath leaving and your hands gripping harshly at the edges of the tables, almost piercing your skin.

zayne eventually touches something. something that leaves you even wetter than before. his fingers prodded and rubbed at you- at that spongy spot in your cunt that's been begging to be touched by him for a while.

"oh, wait- fuck!" you break the kiss as an involuntary hiccup leaves you. zayne grunts in annoyance, pushing lips back onto yours in an instant- his fingers increasing in momentum as he targets that pleasurable spot.

you find yourself sliding off the edge of the table as your body trembles with every thrust. despite still gripping the table, you almost collapse onto your knees if not for the man in front of you catching you. all while holding you, zayne doesn't let up- the squelching sounds your wet entrance makes flood the room, fueling him to keep going. he was so hell-bent on making you cum one way or another.

"c'mon, be a good girl for me. do this one thing for me 'n i'll let you ride my face. c'mon pretty girl." you couldn't see his eyes anymore. his fringes covered them as he looked down at your cunt, taking in the lewd noises that followed with every thrust of his finger and the clear, wet mess that started to drip down your thighs.

you can't help but nod, "anyth-ing for you." the abuse on your cunt and the way his mouth kisses at your nipples and sternum were taking your breath away. he was touching at all the right spots at all the right times.

your head throws itself back as the increasing pressure builds up in your stomach and you can't help but hold his wrist in an attempt to try and push him off of you. zayne, still, is relentless in his actions but he does raise his head to read your expressions and listen to your mumbled, repetitive 'yes's affirming him of how badly you want it.

"gonna cum. gonna cum, please lemme cum." you repeat over and over again as your nails dig crescent moon shapes into your lover's lower arm.

zayne chuckles, his fingers continuing at the same pace, never ceasing, "you can come whenever you want to, lovely. your hand is what's pushing me away."

your eyes shut tightly as the orgasmic feeling washes over you, basking in the complete and utter loss of the control you have over your body. you feel your eyes roll into into the back of your head behind your lids and your mouth parts as broken, whiny moans leave your lips. your lover smiles as he feels your walls spasm, clamping around his fingers repeatedly, harmonious with the way your thighs shiver.

you come down from your high rather slowly and zayne lifts you up, helping you move closer to the couch while you try to get your eyes to focus and attempt to beat the fatigue washing over you.

"you said you wanted to ride me, hmm?" zayne hums, itching in anticipation unbeknownst to you. you nod a bit nervously as you try to catch your breath, watching as he sits down and brings you to him by your waist, bunching your dress at your hips in the process. your cunt was almost lined up with his mouth.

"zayne, wait. i think i'm still s-ensitive," you say between gasps as you feel his breath fanning out onto your clit.

a hum leaves his lips and he looks at his watch briefly, "i don't think we have that much time, my love. it'll feel good, i promise. but if you want, we can wait until later tonight?" he kisses your thigh. there was no way in hell you were going to 'wait until later tonight.' the ache in your cunt from the anticipation would be too much for you to handle.

"hmm, it's okay..." you shake your head as you whisper tiredly, the post-orgasm drowsiness hitting you hard. he smiles as he lays down, taking you by the hand and leading your body closer to his face. his hands reach up towards his glasses. daintily holding them by the frame, he slips them off his face to place them on the glass table to the side of you.

the sight makes you pout and zayne, being zayne, catches it.

"what? do you also like my glasses too?" he smirks, bringing your hips to lay on him. you nod as you hesitantly let yourself be guided onto his chest.

"and when you get too rough and you break them, what then?" he questions, sass lacing his tone while his eyes focus on your cunt, watching it drip all your cum all over his shirt. the fact that he said 'when' and not 'if' had your body twitching. still, annoyance riddles your body and you roll your eyes. he's always ten steps ahead of you.

“ugh.. you’re so…” you’re at a loss for words and zayne can’t help but smile at your reaction.

he grips your hips roughly pulling you up to his face, "hmm...that's enough banter for now. don't be shy. 'm gonna ease you into it. and yes...i'll be fine, i promise."

with the constant reassurance, you build up enough courage to sit on him and almost immediately does his tongue find your clit, occasionally tracing around your labia and prodding your entrance.

"ha— zayne. wait!" a high-pitched strangled moan leaves your lips and the man grunts under you as your body lifts itself off of him in shock. zayne feels his eyes almost roll into the back of his head as he briefly catches a glimpse of how your pretty, puffy cunt pulsates around absolutely nothing. as he comes to his senses, his arms quickly lock around your legs, bringing you back down and keeping you in your rightful place— on top of him.

your moans get louder and louder and soon enough zayne finds himself humming satisfyingly into you, sending vibrations all throughout. to hear your cries of pleasure just from this, alone? while you tasted so good? zayne was in his own icy wonderland.

"waited years for this pussy and it's finally mine." he mumbles deliriously, and you nod, "all your— hmpf, fuck, all yours." he was fucking insatiable, arms tightening around your thighs as he forced you to press further down onto him. tears start to well in your eyes.

at this rate, zayne's cock was harder than ever before and you, yourself, notice that as you lean back, palm accidentally pressing down onto his erection, touching on the bounds of both pain and pleasure for him. a soft moan leaves him as he takes his mouth off of you for a moment, thick cock throbbing with want.

"wait," he says between shallow gasps for air, "not yet. i just want to focus on you right now... can you let me do that?" you nod and he slaps your thigh, which quickly has your spurting out multiple 'yes's in an apologetic tone.

you feel your body lifting to which you whine, tears falling in thick globs as you unconsciously hump the air for some needed friction, your pussy once again clamping around nothing, as you assume some sort of punishment was about to begin.

zayne watches you amusingly. it was quite a pathetic sight- one he loved, don't get him wrong but the thoughts that flowed into his mind weren't nice— slapping your ass, pinching your thigh or edging you every time you forgot to properly address him, tears falling down your face as you apologize and pout, begging to be fucked. god, he could feel his cock twitch in his pants.

it was the first official day of dating, though, so he wanted to cut you some slack and slowly ease you into things.

he finally puts you back down- noticeably, a bit further up his face. his arms lock you back in place, preparing himself in case you decide to run away from him again.

if anything, he'll ease you into things by forcing you to fuck yourself one orgasm into the other on his face.

"ride my face. fuck yourself using my nose." those words have your cunt spasming as you don't hesitate to listen to him.

your body jerks slowly as you ground down on him, his tall nose repeatedly tapping and prodding at your clit. zayne doesn't hesitate to continue his past ministrations, his tongue flat against you, sliding across your folds with every thrust from you.

"z-zayne. fuck." you moan as you grip the couch's arm for dear life, your body unconsciously speeding up as you look at the boy beneath you sitting so still and pretty for you with his eye half-lidded as his mouth softly parted. and, of course, the stimulation from his nose was just not helping.

zayne was drenched, soaked with your juices and he wouldn't let up. air lessened with each breath for him but he didn't care. in fact, he pushed his head further up into you. he loved it. he loved drowning in you.

"would love to have you sit on my face more often," he murmurs to himself as he feels your fingers entangle themselves in his hair, thighs locking and trembling around his head from the vibrations. zayne pushes his head up into your cunt even further, the hump on his hose throwing you for a loop.

"zayne. zay—fuck, fuck. oh, god!" you just couldn't get his name out of your mouth. it's as if he was currently conditioning you to focus on him— to know only him in this moment. he smiles, "it's alright, you can cum, baby. no one's stopping you. get off on my nose and mouth, baby. that's it." the sounds his face created with your pussy were oh, so lewd. it filled the entire room as your physician acted like you were a cup of fresh water waiting for him after he stayed in the sahara for a little too long.

soft whimpers leave your lips as you feel yourself sobbing. the pressure building up was too intense.

"come on, give it to me." the man under you grunts as he feels his dick twitch incessantly. no matter how badly he wanted to, zayne just couldn't resist palming himself. his tongue continues to fuck you sloppily, relishing in the act as he lapped up the savoury, dripping cum from you and spit from him like a dog. all while he played with your nipples, either groping, slightly grazing, or circling them. you name it.

you feel your legs thrash as a loud moan rips from your throat before you even realize what's coming. your body can't stop shaking and all you see is white yet zayne doesn't stop eating you out, his lips now encircling your clit and as he grips your legs even stronger, forcing you to relish in the harsh suction and vibrations as he moans along with you from the sight of you before him.

you squirt all over him, short bursts leaving your cunt to shower the man under you. the shock and embarrassment don't even last long as a gasp in pleasure leaves you- zayne was still on you, eyes closed as he lapped up every last drop you had offered him. he realized you came, his dick leaking pre-cum and twitching from the fact, but never truly processed it, fucking you through your orgasm and into the next one while not taking into account your sensitivity. you had no time to catch your breath.

"h—hey. wait... zayne!" you squirm. he hums unconsciously as he digs himself further into your cunt, overstimulating you with the flicks of his tongue. it's as if he can't stop. it's as if can't hear you. or maybe he just doesn't want to hear you.

"no more! hmphf— shit!" you repeatedly tap his shoulder as you continue to shake, your hips unconsciously still grinding into his face while your upper body rocks with sensitivity, nipples harder than ever and goosebumps riddling your skin. your thighs were practically squeezing his head now.

"one more for me baby, one more. please. just one more for me." zayne murmurs as he gasps for air. he looks as if he's lost his mind. his hair is dishevelled, with some parts of his fringes sticking up while the rest just barely covers his eyes. he really looks like a pervert that came straight out of a hentai in the moment. it was quite a sight.

the longer you stare, the more he looks blurry- your vision was becoming obscured, your senses simultaneously heightening as a result while the pressure in your tummy begins to build once more.

"hng— zayne, 'm gonna cum!" you sob, voice booming throughout the entire office as you feel yourself twitch, overstimulation ravaging your body. zayne's nails dig further into your hips, breaking skin, and the sharp pain allows you to finally let go. your back arches as your orgasm engulfs you, cum squirting out of you in bursts smaller yet more powerful than earlier.

"oh fuck—" a low, cracked whine leaves your boyfriend, his neck arching as he struggles to contain himself from quivering. his body shudders as he gently kisses your cunt and thighs. a fucked out look paints his face as he tries to catch his breath, his hand softly rubbing your waist in an attempt to calm you— and himself— down as he feels unusually lightheaded.

silence follows for a bit as you come down from your high and push yourself off of your lover's face who seemed very quiet—and not the usual quiet. there was something different about the air. hesitantly, you sit on his chest.

"zayne," you whisper nervously, "are you okay?"

zayne clears his throat, blinking harshly at the ceiling with his chest still heaving as his ears and cheeks are dusted red- his pretty mouth red, swollen and glistening with you. he swallows, avoiding eye contact with you as he tries to collect himself. you've never seen him like this... so shy, so embarrassed.

the silence that follows as your question goes unanswered causes anxiety to riddle through you, "did i do something wron-" "no," he interrupts not wanting to upset you in any way, "just... a minor miscalculation."

feeling relaxed, you push yourself down further onto his waist in an attempt to lay on top of him, "a minor miscalculation? what-"

oh.

you're shocked... and flattered as you feel a deeply soaked wet spot on his pants.

"i was too distracted and forgot about resisting my orgasm," he murmurs, not making eye contact. you smile, "hmm, i can tell. but don't be embarrassed, zayne. i find it a little hot... well, very hot." you chuckle. the reassurance was nice but, truth be told, he wanted his first load with you to be inside your glistening cunt, with you begging and pleading with him to give it to you, just like in his dreams.

one side of his lip curls up slightly, "i still can't believe i orgasmed untouched. though, this is my first time so i suppose it's not unusual."

just as you're about to lay on his chest, your body jerks upwards, "wait, what? you're a virgin, too? how'd you even know to do all th-"

"human anatomy," he interrupts, "being a surgeon, your physician and your boyfriend- it's quite necessary. and though i don't watch, a common assumption would be pornography."

embarrassment riddles your face and you mentally berate yourself for asking a stupid question as he kisses you, "... and i may have read some forums." his tone was soft and wispy, almost slipping past your ears. curiosity runs through you as you look up past his head at the computer. oh, that search history needed to be investigated.

"don't even think about it. i have a computer for work and another for personal use." he rolls his eyes.

gently, he lifts you from his waist and places you onto the couch just as he rises from it. he begins unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt, wiping your cum residue from off his face onto the sleeves, "relax a bit. you need to come down from your high. we shouldn't miss the reservation if we leave in a minute... or three."

"wait, what about your work?"

zayne stops untying his tie to look at you. his head tilts and his eyebrow raises in the most comical way possible as if to say 'you can't be serious right now.'

"okay, fair. and.. your clothes? do you have an extra pair?" the moment you close your mouth you see zayne open a large closet filled with various button-ups and dress pants for varying occasions. as you take a closer look, you notice that they're organized by gradient and paired. not a single piece of clothing was out of place.

it was your turn to give him 'the look' as you scanned the closet before pointing at a paired outfit, a black turtleneck with matching dress pants. looking in that direction, zayne nods, taking the clothes from out the storage unit and undressing himself.

you feel your cheeks warm as you catch a glimpse of his bare back. you have yet to see him undressed and, to be honest, you don't want it to be now considering the two of you had plans after dinner. the sooner you fix your clothes the faster that time will arrive so that's what you do.

looking away, you notice something is missing- your panties. you quietly search for your underwear and it's nowhere to be seen. you scan the concrete floor and the velvet couches before directing your attention to the akso employee, only to catch him pushing sheer material into his pocket in silence just as you were about to query the fabric's whereabouts.

the two of you make eye contact once more. his face holds no emotion but he does turn around rather quickly, blush blooming at his ears once again as he looks at his computer before closing it and gathering the rest of his belongings.

note(s)💀. no one can come for me about the dorsal hump cause i found someone that happens to think the same thoughts as me! also i just finished day 2 of the valentine event??? zayne may have a sensitive neck ??? or am i just delusional??? + fav zayne edit if u care😼 also if i forgot something in the warnings plz dont hesitate to tell me! + i would love constructive crisitism just be nice abeg.

[wonwins]

no one else

gojo satoru x reader - sorcerer!au

a little makeout sesh that went too far

cw: hickeys, suggestive ig but no smut, slight possessiveness, no yn mentioned only nicknames

wc: 398

author's note ~ idk how i feel about this but i missed writing so here's something at least. i want to write more fluffy stuff compared to suggestive/smutty but i was blanking coming up with ideas lol

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gojo was a fucking vampire and one that you were going to drive a stake through. 

you stood in front of your mirror staring in slight horror at the markings gojo left on you. maybe the makeout sesh got a little too heated but holy shit it was like he was feasting by the way the marks were on your neck and slightly down your chest. 

a knock at your door took you out of your trance and you quickly covered up with what you could find lying around your room. you answered the door by peeking your head out. 

“hello beautiful,” gojo said with a smile as he pushed the door open even more to invite himself in. 

“i’m pissed at you,” you mumbled with your arms crossed while refusing to look at him knowing you would fold the second you looked at him. 

“oh? and why is that?” 

“cause i just am.” 

“aw baby,” he said with a slightly mocking pout. 

“don’t do that shit.” you said sitting at your desk pretending to immerse yourself with homework. “why are you even here? i thought you said you had to take care of some curses?” 

“i did and now i’m back!” of course, fucking six eyes and whatever. 

you saw gojo, from the corner of your eye, make his way over to you. you felt him tug at you, urging you to stand up. he took you back to your bed making you straddle him as he laid back in bed while rested his hand on your hips. 

“tell me what’s up,” he said softly, the genuine concern in his tone and eyebrow furrow you could see behind his sunglasses. 

“you. look what you fucking did dumbass!” you pulled your shirt down to show him the markings. 

“i don’t see the problem. you look beautiful, you look like mine.” gojo raised slightly to give you a kiss on the lips. unfortunately, that did it for you as you melted into it. 

“hey!” you pulled back, “i’m not that easy to forgive!” you definitely were. 

“i’m sorry babe. what can i do to make up for it?” 

“lemme mark you up,” you said with the most innocent smile. 

“whatever my princess wants, my princess gets.” god, you had gojo wrapped around your pretty little finger. he said you were his but you both really knew gojo was yours. 

[nachtai-ish]

Grown People Business

pairing: black!femalereader x Terry Richmond

mentions of: a child (idk having a child might be triggering for some folks), mutual verbal abuse, cancer, cloaked mention of abortion. non-canon, terry might be ooc.

notes: despite the above mentions....it's not a dark story.

                Your son was bouncing his knee, holding the football just under his little puffy jacket covered arms. Well, at least you thought he was bouncing his knee. Every time you would slide a look over to him, he would suddenly look very still and solemn. Serious, as if he was really contemplating the lyrics of Kokomo by The Beach Boys. You hid your giggle and continued humming along to the radio.

“Did you have fun at your dads?” You asked sliding another look at your son.

He nodded, as a smile appeared again. “So much fun. Me and Keke, and JoJo ate sundaes and we watched the football game on thanksgiving. Aunt Allison had some wine and she was dancing and she asked me to dance you know I had to show her how we do it now. You old people-“

“Old?” You scoffed. “Boy, who you think taught you those moves?”

“Old people. Anyway, we had so much fun. Christine bought me a ball and daddy and me, daddy and I, threw the ball so much. He said I have a good arm.”

You rolled your eyes and took a right at the red light. Yohan would not put football dreams in your son’s head but you couldn’t shake the joy out of his eyes. “Oh is that right. What about that book report?”

And there was the silence. You shook your head and chuckled. “…Cat got your tongue?”

“I forgot. But I can do it tonight. We still got the weekend.”

“Uh huh.” You shook your head again and pulled into your parking space in front of your town home. And suddenly your son was reaching for the door handle, rushing like he had to go to the bathroom.

“Slow down, what you got to pee?” You knew exactly what he was rushing for.

“I want to show Terry my new ball and see if he wants to see how I throw.” He nearly slammed the door hard enough to break the window. You laughed exasperated and your son’s energy.

“He might not be home Marcus.” You got out of the car yourself, straightening your slightly off-ivory sweater. Your words didn’t stop him from ringing the doorbell, bouncing on his toes. No more than a minute later, the door opened and Terry was standing at the door, bright smile on his face and blue eyes trained on your son.

It was enough to make you melt right on the asphalt you were standing on in the 55-degree weather.

“Marc, my man. Dang, you were gone like two months.” Terry said clapping hands with the much shorter boy, and then squatting to give him a hug. “How was your thanksgiving?”

Marc shrugged, and you rolled your eyes. Boys. “It was alright.” He said, voice suddenly calm conveying indifference.

“Just alright? What the macaroni wasn’t good?” He looked at Marcus then, eyes scanning his face quickly and then he looked over at you, concern in his eyes.

“He good?” He seemed to say, just with a slight shifting of his eyebrows.

You clutched your purse to your stomach, shaking your head and shrugging with a smirk on your face.

“Oh I see, you trying not to make me jealous cause you know I sat here and had a pot pie for dinner.” He shoved him a little and then looked down at the football in his hand. “What’s that?”

“Football, my dad’s fiancé got it for me. You want to see me throw it?”

“You ask your mom?” Terry looked at you then, and Marcus’ face soon followed, his face pleading with you to be cool and say yes.

“It’s cold.” You said, needling him a little bit.

“Ma, please.” He begged.

“Fine, but book report right after. And put your gloves on.” You said grabbing his suitcase out of the backseat.

“Aww Ma-

“Hey, football players wear them too. You want your fingers to be frozen and you mess up the throw? Do what your mom says.” Terry said, his deep voice gentle.

“You right Terry.”

You rolled your eyes again, and closed the backseat. “Of course, listen to Terry. Not your dear old ma, who only was in labor with you for 6 whole h-“

“Alright ma, we’ll be in the backyard.” Marcus walked into Terry’s house, knowingly heading straight for the back door that led to your shared backyard space.

“He a trip I swear.” Terry laughed. “You need help with that?”

“It’s just one suitcase. I’m not fragile.” You stood at your door looking over at Terry fiddling with your keys.

Terry smirked, “Never said you were. Just offering. …How was your thanksgiving? I didn’t see you.” He leaned against his doorframe. His eyes shifted a little lower. You ignored the rumbling in your lower half.

“I went out.”

“With who?” His voice was slightly deeper, his eyes snapped back on your face.

You chuckled looking up at the sky for help. Something, anything that would stop the tingles in your lower half. “30 minutes Terry. Have my child back in my house in thirty minutes.” And with that you walked in your home and closed the door, safe and away from blue eyes and pheromones.

                You sat at your dining room table, windows facing the backyard open so you could see Marcus and Terry throwing the ball back and forth. Your laptop was open in front of you and the grading software had been idling for 20 minutes now as you watched the ball go back and forth. Terry’s form was impeccable, but you knew that. You knew that when he moved in.

Before Terry, there was Mrs. Mable. Mrs. Mable was a sweet older white woman who had moved into the town home after her husband had passed from cancer. She had lived in some big house about 20 minutes away, but once her husband died, she couldn’t stand the silence. When you moved into the Town home, she had been so excited, bringing over cookies and making sure that you knew exactly what school to enroll Marcus into. In the two years that you were neighbors, she had become a sort of surrogate aunt, even watching Marcus during moments where you needed to run out for whatever reason. When her daughter had another baby, she decided to move in with her to help and suddenly the Town home was empty.

Enter Terry.

You hadn’t even seen him look at the place. Only saw the moving van pull up and him, green shirt and tan cargo pants, moving his boxes in all by himself. He didn’t have much but what he did have, he moved efficiently and quickly. You knew he was a force when he picked up an armchair sofa by himself and moved it into his home…almost with no sweat. You noticed the trails of it running down his thick neck.

“Jesus.” You mumbled, hand clutching at your own neck.

“I think he needs help.” Marcus, six then, said. He was sitting at the door, putting on his little sneakers in a hurry.

“And you’re going to help him?” You smirked, watching your child spring into action.

“Yeah, I helped Mrs. Mable move her stuff in the van.”

“So, you’re a pro at it.”

“Duh, mommy.” He opened the door and you followed him, standing on your stoop as your son traveled the few feet over to the new neighbor. You leaned on your door frame, admiring the neighbor from behind as he walked into the moving truck, not even noticing the little 3 foot moving professional walking behind him.

“Can I help?” Marc asked after a moment of standing just at the edge of the truck.

There was a little pause and then a voice, “Uh…yeah you can…but where’s your mom and dad? They know you out here?”

“Ma’s right there. She said it’s okay.” Marcus pointed at you then and a face looked out of the side of the truck. Your inhale was sharp.

His face was devastating. Big features, big lips, wide nose, big blue eyes. On someone else it could be cartoonish, but on him it was almost movie star handsome.

“Damn…” You couldn’t help but say. Fuck, I hope he didn’t hear that.

He grinned slightly, and waved at you. “Hey, I’m Terry. Is it cool if your boy helps me?”

You nodded, your sanity coming back to you. “It’s…it’s cool. But if he breaks anything, just remember you said it was okay for him to help.” You joked and then cursed. Probably not a good idea to tell your neighbor that your son was a little destructive.

Terry laughed; it wasn’t a belly laugh but it was enough to brighten his face. “I won’t sue you. No worries.” He held out his hand for Marcus and helped him onto the truck. “Grab those lamps for me.”

“Be careful Marc.” You shouted.

“I am!” He shouted back, making Terry chuckle again.

You spent at least an hour and 30 minutes sitting on your stoop watching Terry and Marcus pull things off the truck. And during that time, you got a good look at Terry. He had to be at least 6’1 maybe more, and he was broad shouldered. His posture was ram-rod straight like he had been in the military or something. He answered Marcus’ questions calmly, like they had all the time in the world. Like he had no issue with answering the inane questions of a 6-year-old. He was not annoyed and if he was, he was amazing at hiding it.

You were watching them; they had stopped so Marcus could show Terry a Pokemon card he had gotten in a trade. Terry was squatted low to look at the card, giving it all the attention in the world as Marcus explained all of its features. You had urged Marcus to stop holding the man up, but Terry encouraged him to tell him more about the card, making Marcus even more excited.

“He good mama.” He looked at you, eyes focused on yours, voice still calm. Your son was not bothering him. He looked at him then, “I want to know what Bulbasaur does.”

Your stomach clenched. Oh god. You could not sleep with this man. You could not sleep with this man because she showed your son decency. Your phone rang in your pocket then, and the name on the screen made you drier than the Sahara Desert.

Yohan.

You stood up then, going to the furthest corner of your stoop. You didn’t turn your back on the two, but you did turn a little for privacy.

“Hey. What’s up?”

A pause. “I can’t get him this weekend.”

“Yohan, what the fuck. It’s your weekend. You said you were going to take him to the fair.”You kept your voice down as much as possible, not wanting to alarm Marcus.

“…I gotta work. I know what I said. I told you I’m trying.”

“You always say you have to work but then you end up in the fucking club with girls all over you.” You turned then facing away from the men who now were moving a table, Terry was of course doing most of the lifting. “Nigga, I always have to cover for you. I’m tired of lying to my son cause you don’t want to be a father.” You whispered.

“Who said I didn’t want to be a father? I’m fucking telling the truth. I don’t have to lie to your ass. I have to work. Put my son on the phone.”

You looked back and gasped. Terry was watching you, concern on his face. Marcus was heading towards the moving van, not a care in the world. You forced a grin and nodded. You were okay. Terry stood there for another second, before nodding once and walking towards the moving van.

You let out the breath you were holding and focused on the phone.

“Did you hear me Y/N? Put Marc on the phone.”

“No.” You simply said. “He’s busy.”

Another pause and then a chuckle. “…I am not doing this with you. Put my son on the phone.”

“I said no.” You were being unreasonable, sure but this man was always doing this shit and you had enough. “You are not about to feed my son no bullshit so you can feel better about what you’re doing.”

“What you want me to send you the schedule? I got to work. Fuck! This is why I left your ass-“

“Left me? Nigga I threw that ring and your fucking shit to the left-“

“-You don’t trust me.”

“Oh, cause you gave me so many reasons to trust you.” You laughed. “There was Brenda, Latisha, Linda, Felicia, about three Kims’-“

He chuckled, “What you DMX now? Fuck this, I’ll tell Allison to come pick my son up since you want to be stupid-“

You rolled your eyes, “You tell Allison if she steps her drunk ass on my porch, it’ll be the last thing-“

“Mommy.”

You stopped immediately, straightening up and wiping your eyes. You didn’t even know you had starting to cry. “Hey, you done?” You said turning around when you were straight.

“I just gotta pee, and you’re in front of the door.” Marcus was crossed leg and shifting.

You laughed. “My bad, go. And wash your hands.” You called after him.

You sighed when he was out of sight and put the phone back on your ear. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Good… So stop being stupid, and just be reasonable.”

“I’m taking you to court. Bye Yohan.” You hung up the phone, and turned it completely off, sitting on the stairs and putting your head in your hands. Your eyes wet your hands, but you were not crying. You would not cry anymore.

After a moment, there was movement next to you, and then warmth. You looked to the side and Terry was there, silent, not looking at you. Just there. It was oddly comforting although he was a stranger.

You chuckled, “You heard all of that?”

He shrugged and shook his head, “Heard what? …I’m just resting.” He said, still not looking at you. You shook your head.

“On my porch?”

“I’m tired. My porch is like…all the way over there.” He gestured to the right of you. “I’ve been moving all day.”

“Right.” You sniffed in, wiping your eyes. “I could spit the distance between your porch and mine.”

“1. That’s impressive. 2. Doesn’t mean I want to walk it.” He grinned then. “Let me rest, mama.”

“Fine, only because I know you’re tired.” You stood up. “And don’t call me mama. I’m not your mama.”

“My bad. …what’s your name?” He looked up at you.  “You never told me.”

“It’s Y/n. My name is Y/n.”

                It had been two years since then. And Terry turned out to be a pretty reliable neighbor as well, helping you when your tires were flat. Helping you carry in groceries. And entertaining your son’s every whim, including throwing various balls across your shared backyard.

“And you won’t fuck him why?” Keke said making you snap out of your daze. You were on a zoom call with her while working on your papers you had to finish grading. Keke might have been Yohan’s sister but she was also your friend, your best friend. “I know you ain’t still feenin for Yohan’s ugly ass.”

“Keke, please.” You said laughing. “Don’t nobody want your big head ass brother no more.”

“See that’s what you said before, then six months later there you go waddling around with Marcus in your stomach.” She laughed. “Listen, I love my bookie but I would have.” She made a sucking noise and crossed her hand across her neck. “Immediately. You know what I’m saying.”

“You stupid.”

“For real. Fuck the man. Get it over with. You know you want to. You know you going to. It’s been two years.” She grinned. “I saw how he was looking at you on the fourth. Like he wanted to bend your ass right over on that picnic table. Yes god! I would have LET HIM. You hear me?”

“Keisha.”

“I’m for real. I know he fuck good. When he over you with all that weight, and he-“ She clapped her hands in a rhythm that reminded you of an intense session of love making. “You can grab onto all that back he got and just let go. Just EXHALE GIRL. Woosah bitch.”

“Keisha.”

“I know he gone talk you through it too. …you gotta tell me all about it. Or hell move out the way and I’ll give it a go.”

“You’re married.” You nearly laughed but kept it in.

“Damn you right.-“

You laughed then.

“You gotta do it, for the both of us.”

“You don’t sleep where you…well sleep. He’s my neighbor and if things get messy, then I can’t escape it.”

And things always found a way of being messy with you. There was the guy from the supermarket, no you didn’t heed the warning that Troy shouted up at Robin in Waiting to Exhale, nor the warning from the cannibal movie from Hulu. He ended up having a girlfriend, who would go on to flatten your tires.

And then there was Kevin, the principal from your son’s school. You had only gone on one date with him, and it was HORRIBLE. So bad that you blocked him, and now ignore him at PTA meetings. And then there was…

Damn, maybe it was you.

“Yall are grown. If you tell him, hey big fine 6’3 ass man-

“He’s not 6’3.”

“Oh bitch, he’s 6’3. I know a tall nigga when I see one. Anyway, if you just tell the man, hey I just want to fuck…no strings, I know he’ll be cool with it.”

“I’m not a hoe, Keisha.”

“Who said you was! This is grown people business. Grown! If you set expectations in the beginning then no one gets hurt. Grown People business girl. Now…what you waiting for?”

You looked out the window, Terry and Marcus was still playing outside, neither one of them minding your 30 minute instruction that you had given earlier but you weren’t mad. It made you feel warm inside that your son trusted Terry so much, and that Terry was so warm to your son.

“Keisha…I don’t know.” You still were looking outside when Terry looked back at you too. He grinned, and you smiled. Someone could end up hurt…and more than likely it would be you.

“Girl…I told you. Set expectations up front, get what you want and if you don’t want it no more….no hard feelings. Grown.-“

You nodded, deciding to yourself.

“Grown people business.” -----

a/n: i don't know. this should be a series...but I'm not good at finishing stuff, so no promises. i hope you all enjoyed it. mwah. i can't remember the last time i wrote lol, so yeah...

[takenbypeter]

Hey! Jumped on the Wonka train since yesterday and had two thumbs up! Can I request a Wonka x single mom reader where during the course of the movie they’ve built up a bit of a flirtation/relationship and he bonds with her kid (s) bc of course they love the magician with chocolate who makes their mama smile. Specifically I’m looking for like a scene towards the end of the movie or post-canon where he expresses interest in adopting her kid (or kids) and of course marriage so they can all be one real happy family together. Sorry if that description’s a lot

Beginnings of a New Dream

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 1780

Ahhh this one is so bad 🙈 I tried with this one but honestly I hate it, Idk I think it's cause I can't relate to parent fics so I just suck at them but still I wanna thank you for requesting

“Where is he?” You said to yourself, as you turned around in search of the young child. You’ve left him alone only for one second and now, poof, he’s nowhere in sight. 

Your eyes scanned your surroundings quickly until it spotted a familiar tiny figure standing upright among the white snow and you wasted no time to catch up. 

“There you are,” you breathed out, worried tone evident in your voice, “I told you to stay put,” you reminded, before noticing the stranger who was with him. 

The unknown man was wearing a tattered overcoat, along with a worn out top hat. His outfit was very…unusual, to say the least. And he was quite handsome.

But what concerned you the most, was his outstretched hand which held a small piece of wrapped candy. 

You glanced at your son who was already chewing on what you could assume was a different piece, then back at the stranger who instantly understands how bad this looks. 

“I’m sorry, I haven’t properly introduced myself. My name is Willy Wonka and I’m a chocolatier hoping to open my own shop very soon.”

“Mommy he can do magic!” Shouted your son.

“Oh he can now, can he?”

Willy Wonka. You’ve heard that name around town a few times, but this is the first you’ve seen of the man. 

He held out a hand to which you firmly shook, “well Willy Wonka, surely you, being a stranger and all, understand why I find it odd you’re giving candy to my son, knowing how dangerous it is for children to talk to, no less take candy from a stranger.”

“Ahem,” he let out an awkward cough as he retracted his hand. “I do apologize. It wasn’t my intention to cause fret. The little guy looked lost so my only intent was to keep him safe and occupied, honest.”

You squinted slightly unsure of the man. He stood arms up and opened in an innocent manner. His eyes were big with his thick eyebrows angled upwards at the middle before curving down. He did seem to be of no harm, and he did keep your son safe. 

You let out a relaxed sigh, “it’s alright, it’s my fault anyway, I should’ve kept an eye on my son. Thank you for keeping him safe.”

Wonka’s shoulders dropped and his facial muscles relaxed at your pardon. 

You reached down holding your child close, “we’ll leave you be. Thanks again.” 

“Wait,” his voice rang out, catching you before you departed. “Would you like to try a piece?” He held out the same small piece of chocolate from earlier in his palm upwards towards you. 

You’re just about ready to decline the offer but again he speaks out, “it would really be helpful to have a mature opinion on this chocolate.”

You nodded caving in because honestly, who were you to deny free chocolate, your mind thought showing you to be just as gullible as a child. Taking the sweet treat, you pop it past your lips.

 Immediately a rich flavor overtakes your mouth and as you bite into it, a milky chocolate filling spreads around. 

It was quite good. 

“Mmm,” you nodded towards the man, “oh you are going to go far with this chocolate Mr.Wonka.”

“Thank you. Your words mean much to me,” he said genuinely, and you let out a chuckle, “you’re welcome Mr.Wonka,” you say, as you turn around, hand in hand with your son.

Willy watches you fade from view with a prominent smile on his lips, because although he knew his business would do well, with the justification of your words he felt he was on the right path. 

And honestly he hoped to meet you on this path again. 

Days passed until you met the self proclaimed chocolatier again. 

You had been traveling, hand clasped with your sons, when you spotted Mr.Wonka’s pop up store in the center of town. Initially wanting to pass the store along with the small crowd surrounding it, your plans are thwarted when your son pulls you towards it.

“It’s Mr.Wonka!” Shouted your son as he pointed towards the herd, “alright, alright we’ll just stop by.” He runs, his little feet taking him as fast as he can while dragging your body along.

“Mr.Wonka! Mr.Wonka!” Shouts your son as he rushes to the front with you following close behind. 

Willy’s eyes widened in recognition, “well hey there, little guy, back so soon?” He asks, prompting your son.

You watch, looking on as the chocolatier chats with your child. They go back and forth creating small talk, before Wonka pulls out one tiny piece of chocolate, He waves his hands around and the crowd watches as he turns one piece into two right in front of their eyes. 

“Woah, do it again!” Clapped your boy in amazement, and truthfully you felt the same way. 

He performs the trick once more and again your son laughs as Wonka gives him one of the pieces before turning to you and handing you the other piece. 

“You are surprisingly well with children.”

He shrugs, at the comment, “it helps when you have such a sweet child…who has such a pleasant mother.”

He tips his hat while all you can do is chuckle trying not to look too moved by the man’s remark. 

“Thank you Mr.Wonka.”

“Please, call me Willy,” he adds and you nod while he returns his attention to other customers.

That Willy Wonka, what a charmer he was.

The week goes by before you run into the young man again, however, this time you were alone. 

“Willy!” You announced, trying not to sound too excited when you saw the chocolatier, who was walking along the street with a young lady. (You soon learned her name to be Noodle.)

You exchange greetings while Noodle makes her exit leaving you be. 

“What are you doing all alone? Where is the little one?” He asks, glancing around. “Oh I had to run some errands today so I had a friend watch him for me.”

Willy shares a soft smile, “he really is a brilliant kid, with a brilliant mother of course.”

“You flatter me Mr.Wonka.”

“Willy,” he reminds.

“Willy,” you repeat, sharing a look together before he blinks readjusting his focus. 

“Oh!” His eyes enlarge as he reaches behind him into his battered briefcase, “I had something made for the little guy, and for, ahem, the mister back home,” he holds out a small jar of candies to which you take grateful. 

“Please, there’s nothing of the sort, just me and the kiddo.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright. It’s been that way for a while, it’s sort of the only way we know.” 

Willy shares a look with you, one unlike the look of pity most give when they hear your story, it was more of admiration? Respect? Either way, you thank him for thinking of you and as you do so, you hear a siren noise nearing before the chief of police arrives. 

He steps out of his vehicle and Willy turns to you, “I think you should go. Now. I’ll talk to you soon,” he says and you nod in understanding leaving the scene as the chief of police nears. 

That’s how your time gets spent whenever you spot the man; your son talks with him, you talk with him, Willy performs a magic trick. You try to buy some candy, Willy refuses and instead gives it to you for free and then you’re on your way. 

“Willy! Willy! Look, my tooth is missing!” Your son yelled running up to Willy. 

“Oh wow, that is outstanding! But you know what I heard?” Willy lowers himself to your son’s level, hushing his voice. 

“I heard this year, the tooth fairy started leaving candy underneath the pillows, for all the good boys and girls.”

“Really?!”

Willy looks up in your direction shooting you a quick wink. 

“Really.”

Your son turns to you with a smile from ear to ear present on his face as you nod confirming his curiosities. 

Mirroring his grin you watch on as Willy and your son continue in conversation. You’ve grown to the sight of them both, chatting and laughing. It was a very lovable sight. 

 That’s how it went, your meetings together.

And with each meeting you found yourself drawing closer and closer to the man, staying longer and longer on your visits.

The last time you saw Willy was at his opening for the factory, when everything went south. People rioted and burned his shop down and in the craziness you grabbed your son and ran putting his safety first. 

After that you didn’t hear from Willy. 

That is until today. You weren’t there when all the mess went down. When Willy and his team practically outsmarted the Chocolate Cartel, having them arrested. 

But you made sure to be there for Willy Wonka’s new opening of his shop. 

You stood in the crowd, your hand clutching your sons as the people gathered around trying the various sweets and treats. 

Walking around taking in all the beautiful colors and lights you stop at a wall full of jellybeans and gumdrops. And giving your son permission to collect some, you stand a short distance keeping an eye on him. 

“You made it,” said a voice as a figure emerged beside you. You smiled at Willy who was positioned just as you were towards the colorful wall. 

“Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

You watch for a moment as your son collects snacks, putting them into a bag that was provided. You were so occupied with him that you hadn't realized Willy was holding out one of his own creations for you.

“A chocolate flower for the lady.”

“It doesn’t have any yeti sweat does it?” You asked, eyebrow raised. You were lucky enough that you hadn’t managed to eat any of the poisoned chocolate last time.

“No, no yeti sweat.”

Beaming you take it and happily munch on it. 

“So this place…is it everything you’ve dreamed of.”

He glances around taking it all in. The smiles on peoples faces, the way they’re in full enjoyment, but then his gaze returns to yours, “yes it is. But it’s strange.”

You tilt your head silently, allowing him to continue his thought as he turns his attention back to your son then you again. “I think…I think I have a new dream now.”

“Oh yeah? What’s your new dream?”

Willy’s eyes lock onto yours. 

There are no words shared between you two but somehow you seem to understand what he means.

[iid-smile]

acne , suo hayato

x gn!reader ! the reader has acne and pimples, you and suo are in an established relationship, reader is kinda lactose intolerant, not proofread

author's note: im not even lactose so idk where milk came from??? but anywayz, uk weather sucks, the economy sucks, my sleep schedule sucks, so i wanted something i could relate to a lil yk?

"go away..." you mumble into your pillow, cuddling it impossibly closer to your body.

"it's concerning how you're not going to school, love. you never skip." suo's had remains on the door handle, but he doesn't make an attempt to open it. "are you that sick? should i get you medicine?"

"'m fine."

well, now he knows you're not. "i'm coming in, okay?" he calls out to you, opening the door at a painfully slow pace so you still have time to object. yet, as he expected, you don't, your figure still on the bed. with a quick glance around your room, he makes his way to the edge of your bed. "talk to me. you trust me, right?"

always such a tease, this guy... "don't say something like that right now."

he chuckles, taking a seat. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry. i thought you'd enjoy the inside joke." it's silent for a while, and a small shift of fabric catches your attention. "can i see your face?"

"no!" your response was instant. "i mean... no, no... i don't– mh..." that small sound leaves your lips as you seem to run out of things to say, wrapping your legs tighter around your pillow.

"why not? is there something wrong?" a gentle hand comes up to touch your hair, but it only ghosts over the strands slightly before pulling away. "bruise, rash, infection? any of those?"

"no..."

suo doesn't like to pry, but he knows that if he wants to get an answer out of you, then he's going to have to work for it. "i don't see why you won't let me look at you. is there something else?"

"yes, there is!"

"but you already said no to what i listed. nothing could possibly be wrong." 'or at least something i'd have to be worried about...' he thought to himself. his voice becomes more audible as he leans closer to you. "right? can i please see you?"

"don't say please like that either!"

"it's only good manners." the feigned innocence in his voice was evident.

"sneaky bastard..." you mutter, sitting up a bit. "fine. but don't be disappointed with what you see."

once you lifted your face from the pillow, suo was half expecting you to look completely different, but you just looked like... you. "huh?"

"it's bad, right?"

"what's bad?"

"do you not see them? i thought the spots are obvious..." you pick up your phone that was beside you and open up the camera. "even the smaller ones."

"oh, those?" so now he's just realising them? the pimples that were literally burning on your skin and were so big you could see them through the screen of your phone when you woke up this morning? "what's wrong with acne? it's natural."

"i don't like them, suo. don't wanna get mad fun of at school..." you poke and prod a bit at your skin, but not too much in fear of irritating it more. "messed up my skin all 'cause i wanted some cereal and hot chocolate at night. and then sat on the toilet for another hour. i seriously hate genetics."

"you still look pretty."

your mind was itching to give him a deadpan expression, but you knew he actually meant what he said. he's only ever honest with you, after all. "you're blinded by love, huh?"

"maybe. but you had me so worried you broke your nose or got a wisdom tooth pulled out." slowly, he places one of his hands over yours that was resting on your lap. "i'm not going to force you to go if you don't want to. but you really don't look any different, believe me."

"i don't know..."

for a while, suo just analyses your expression. furrowed eyebrows, pouted lips, and you're avoiding eye contact, busying yourself with your reflection. as much as you appreciate his kind words, it couldn't really make up for your before and after transformation, and he knew that. "face masks and cucumbers then?"

as he expected, your face immediately lit up. "really?!"

"really." finally, a genuine smile returns to his face, and he stands up. "you stay here until i get back and don't touch your face. we're going to have a full self-care and skincare session together."

he really does get you, even if it's something you'd never thought he'd do with you.

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[kuramirocket]

Hey I’ve seen your post from a couple while where you called out a couple antis for harassment (and who were drawing proshippers getting killed)

these people banded together to create an anti proship confession blog. The owner of it revealed that they’re 14, the majority of their “friends” are in that age range or slightly older (with the exception of rainbow star heart)

what’s super concerning is that they talk a lot about kink, sex, rape and nsfw of real children and fictional characters who are underage. They’re still stalking other proship blogs, especially if someone sent them asks about the situation

I’m also concerned about your-dead-girl-forever because they’re a minor who is relying on a complete stranger to be their online “parent”. Their friends said something like “‘it’s’it’s just pixels bro!’ yeah and these pixels are forming something that looks like a child with their tits out” which is really weird to say??

I’ve tried reporting all posts which talk about the aforementioned topics but tumblr really doesn’t care, meanwhile they’re going around calling a person with WWII OC’s a Nazi despite them explaining they aren’t one

Yeah, I have seen that anti proship confession blog and everything going on between rainbowstarheart and your-dead-girl-forever.

It's definitely concerning because your-dead-girl-forever seems to be mentally unwell and should not be engaging in 'discourse' at all. Especially not with people they think are "pedophiles." Seriously, idk why some antis, especially minor antis, think it's okay or even safe to go yell at people they think are dangerous. For all they know the person they are harrassing or talking to are legitimate offending pedophiles or just people who will not hesitate to doxx/harm them.

If they really hate proshippers that much then they should just block and move on to not see proshippers or the content they post anymore. And to keep doing that no matter how many times they have to or how annoying it is to constantly have to do so. There's no point in responding to any and all hate they receive.

Which btw, any proshipper who is engaging in harrassment should not call themselves a proshipper and should not even be in the community. Proshipping is ship and let ship, but also anti harrassment.

And also like you said, minors should not be taking about sex or anything underage, fictional or not, with complete strangers, especially not with adults. I mean, with their same age friend group, okay, I get minors are curious, but still if it's with someone you only know online, you need to be safe and careful. Especially, cause you know some people may be lying about who they are and their age.

Which is why, as I've always said, education about internet safety and real red flags is so important, not the angry fear mongering that antis do calling everyone pedophiles for transgressive and sexual fictional works involving 'minor' characters or not.

This is why I made this post with the resources and links where I got the information at the bottom of said post.

And honestly, I wouldn't trust someone who claims and acts like a 'parent' to minors. For one, I seriously doubt rainbowstarheart is even a professional mental health expert with years of education and experience. It's one thing to try to help and give advise to someone, but rainbowstarheart is probably not even qualified to help a mentally unwell minor who seems to also self harm. Your-dead-girl-forever needs actual professional help if they want to get better and what they're doing of screaming at proshippers and others online will not help them in the least. They're just surrounding themselves with more toxicity.

Anyways, at this point. Idk what can be done. Reporting these accounts is good, but the fact is they'll probably just make more accounts anyway. Plus, even if a person tries to genuinely reach out, their group will just scream and laugh at the attempt anyway. They'll likely just ignore anyone that's not an anti or part of their group. Human beings are social creatures that just react like this and who want to be with people with the same mindset, sometimes without even realizing it.

The best thing that can be done, I think, is 1) DO NOT harrass them and 2) maybe just send links and information to studies and research by professionals that will help them be safe online and recognize actual red flags and warning signs. At least this way they will be informed and hopefully be safe.

Though, you should keep in mind they may disregard this information, regardless. I know I've seen antis sneer at professional information and tips regarding online safety shared by proshippers because it's "proship propaganda."

Unfortunately, you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped or is unwilling to recognize that they are unwell. They have to make the descion for themselves.

Also, please don't beat yourselves up over this situation. If you didn't partake in these people's harrassment, then you have nothing to feel guilty over. Just remember, we have so much resources, links, research and studies by mental health and sex experts that prove engaging in fiction involving taboo topics and all sorts of fcked up sht in fiction is not a crime or will somehow turn you into an evil monster. That's not how any of it works.

Also, go through my proship resources and information tag to see a list of these studies that prove what I am saying and what proshippers have always stated from the start.

Coping through fiction (drawing, writing, etc.) IS helpful to victims. It may not be for everyone and may actually be triggering to some people, but again, this is why professionals will work with their patients to find what works best for them in order to heal. If a coping mechanism is shown to actually be doing more harm than good to an individual then yes, any good mental health professional will look for something better. Again, coping via fiction can be very helpful while for others it may not be good for them. It all depends on the individual.

As for posting this type of content online. A person has every right to do so if they want to. The important thing is to tag appropriately and put clear warnings for said content so people may avoid any triggering and uncomfortable topics.

You should create whatever fictional content you want.

Don't let antis convince or intimidate you otherwise.

[forest-hashira]

Princess

idk if anyone else is interested in this but i'm posting it anyways bc transfem gojo has been eating me up for days now djfhgkdhf. hope you guys enjoy this either way!

also, just a note: i'm doing my absolute best to be respectful writing this bc i am not transfem so i have no lived experience in this. please keep that in mind when reading!

pairing: gojo/reader

wc: 1.8k

read it on ao3

warnings: gn reader, transfem!gojo, angst, fluff, idk if it counts as hurt/comfort but there's definitely comfort, nothing explicit but implied/referenced smut so,,, be aware

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen Satoru so nervous. He’d been fidgety as hell around you the last few days, jumping any time you would touch him, needing you to repeat almost anything you said to him, as if he hadn’t heard you the first time; he was so skittish it was concerning you. So when he texted you while he was at work one day, asking if you could talk when he got home, you instantly agreed. Even if it was bad news – even if he was breaking up with you – all you wanted to do was ease his mind. 

You got home a little bit later than he did, after deciding last minute to stop and get him some of the kikufuku he loved so much on your way home. 

“Toru?” you called out gently as you toed off your shoes in the genkan, carefully tucking them off to the side. 

“In here,” he replied from the living room. Though he tried to hide it, you could still hear the undercurrent of anxiety in his voice, and it broke your heart; whatever it was he wanted to talk about must have seriously been eating him. 

The first thing you noticed when you stepped into the living room was that he was still wearing his blindfold, something he almost never did when he was home. The sight caused a frown to tug at your lips, but you opted not to comment on it as you joined him on the couch, setting the bag of treats on the coffee table in front of you. “You said you wanted to talk,” you murmured, sitting sideways on the cushion to face him completely. “What’s going on?” 

He hesitated at your words, and he didn’t turn to face you, which wouldn’t necessarily have worried you on its own, but the slight bouncing of his leg did. “I don’t know,” he said eventually, voice uncharacteristically small. “I don’t… I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

His words caused your heart to stutter, then start pounding. “What do you mean? Did you get hurt?” The notion that something could possibly hurt the Gojo Satoru seemed utterly ludicrous, but you couldn’t think of anything else that would have him so shaken like this. 

He shook his head immediately at your question. “No, no, I’m not hurt. Not… not physically, at least.”

Not physically hurt. You mulled the words over for a moment, then frowned a bit deeper. “Did I say something?” you asked tentatively. “I’m sorry if I did. You know I’d never want to hurt you.”

“I know,” he assured you. “And you didn’t hurt me. It was something you said, but it didn’t hurt. I’m just… I’m just so confused.” The slight crack in his voice on the last word absolutely shattered you, and you reached out to take his hand. 

Satoru startled slightly at the contact, but he laced his fingers with yours right away, clearly wanting the contact. 

“What was it that I said that got you so confused?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you looked at him. “Maybe I can help you figure it out.”

He hesitated again, biting his lip for a moment before he spoke. “Do you remember the other night? When you called me princess?”

You felt your face grow warm at the question; it was a difficult thing to forget. It had been a slip up – you weren’t entirely sure where the pet name had come from in the first place – but before you could apologize, he’d let out a practically pornographic moan before fucking you so hard he’d had to carry you to the bathroom afterwards, your legs too wobbly to support you. Based on his reaction, you’d assumed it hadn’t bothered him, but maybe you were wrong. 

“Yeah,” you agreed, somewhat sheepishly. “I remember.” After a beat, you added, “Did you not like it?”

“No, I really liked it, that’s what’s confusing me.”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” you soothed. You weren’t even entirely sure if he was embarrassed, but you wanted to make sure he knew that either way. “I’d never judge you for something like that.”

“It wasn’t just that, though,” he said, and you could tell he was beginning to grow frustrated. “It’s all the times you tell me I’m pretty, too.”

You resisted the urge to cut in with a Because you are pretty; he was clearly struggling to articulate his feelings, and you didn’t want to interrupt him. 

“Even when you say you love how soft I am with you, it feels good. I like when you call me those things, but I feel like I shouldn’t. I’m Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer to ever live. A man above everyone else.” He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head almost to himself. “I’m not supposed to be those things, to want those things.”

Something seemed to click in your mind then, with the way he practically spat the word “man” when describing himself, with such derision and disgust, as if it were the root of all his problems. 

“Toru,” you said gently, squeezing his hand to get his attention. He still didn’t change his position, but you could feel the weight of his gaze on you. “Are you saying you don’t want to be a man?”

The white haired sorcerer jerked as if you’d struck him, but he gripped your hand tighter, as if it were the only thing keeping him tethered to his sanity. 

When he didn’t answer, you pushed yourself up onto your knees, shuffling closer until you could cradle his cheek in your palm. The way he immediately leaned into your touch had a lump forming in your throat, and you stroked your thumb lightly across his cheekbone a few times as you collected yourself. 

“Can I take this off, baby?” you asked, the tip of your thumb slipping under his blindfold ever so slightly. You wouldn’t remove it if he denied the request, but you really would prefer to be able to look him in the eye for the rest of the conversation. 

There was a moment of pause, so fleeting you wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t so in tune with your partner, before he nodded. 

You offered him a small smile then, carefully removing your hand from his, using both of your hands to push the fabric up and off his head, setting it on the coffee table before turning back to him. Your touch was gentle as you cradled his face once again, just taking a moment to admire his eyes, so pure blue and sparkling it was like looking into a pool of water, framed perfectly by his thick white lashes. Even the way his frosty hair fell into his eyes was perfect to you. 

“You’re staring,” he said quietly, and you could tell he was doing his best not to squirm under your attention. 

“Just admiring how beautiful you are,” you murmured. Normally, you would have thought using a more feminine compliment would be a gamble, but you were feeling more confident about it now. With the way a blush instantly filled his cheeks, you knew you were right. 

“Men aren’t supposed to be beautiful,” he protested weakly, though you could tell his heart wasn’t really in it. 

“Well, are you a man?” You stared into his eyes as you spoke, the question completely genuine. Your thumbs continued to stroke his cheekbones as you sat there, patiently awaiting his response. 

Satoru’s eyes filled with tears then, and he almost seemed to choke on them as he answered. “It’s all I’ve ever been allowed to be,” he whispered, his eyes fluttering shut, causing a few tears to roll down his cheeks. He sounded so defeated, so broken it filled you with rage, but you shoved it down; right now Satoru needed your love, not your anger. 

“You’re allowed to be anything you want with me, baby,” you murmured. “You’re allowed to be yourself. The real you.”

The words seemed to break something inside of Satoru then, sobs bursting out of him as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly to himself. 

You wrapped your arms gently around his head and neck as he buried his face in your chest, soaking your shirt with tears. As much as it hurt you to see him in such a state, you didn’t push him, didn’t try to urge him to stop crying. Instead, you pressed your lips to the top of his head, running your nails lightly along his undercut. 

It was several minutes before his sobs calmed down to quieter cries, and another several before those calmed down into soft sniffling. “What if…” his voice cracked as he began to speak, and he cleared his throat before trying again. “What if the real me isn’t the man you fell in love with?”

The fear in his voice was almost tangible, and it was emphasized by the way he kept his face hidden in your chest, refusing to meet your gaze as he spoke. 

“Oh, love,” you murmured, shifting just enough to brush his bangs from his face and place a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I fell in love with you, your heart and your soul, not your body. I could never stop loving the real you.”

Satoru lifted his head then, eyes watery and hopeful as they locked with yours. “Even… even if the real me isn’t a man at all?”

“Even then,” you promised, offering him a gentle smile. “Man, woman, both, neither, something in between, it doesn’t matter to me, Toru. I just love you.”

The tension bled from Satoru’s body almost instantly at your words, and the sorcerer smiled a bit bashfully up at you. “I think I’d like to be your girlfriend now, if that’s alright.”

Your smile brightened as you gazed down at her, and you nodded easily. “That’s more than alright, my love. I’d love to have you as my girlfriend.”

She perked up even more at the assurance. “Can I be your princess, too?”

“Anything you want. Anything for my gorgeous, perfect princess.”

A laugh burst out of her then, and the sound made your heart soar. You didn’t dream of protesting as her hands trailed up from your waist to cradle your head the same way you cradled hers, and you melted into her kiss, eyes slipping closed at the contact. They stayed closed as her lips parted from yours, only to begin showering your face with kisses, the touch so light and fluttery it caused you to giggle. 

“Baby, that tickles!” you protested, but you made no move to push her away. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Satoru murmured, not sounding very sorry at all as she finally relented, grinning at you when you opened your eyes to look at her again. “Just love you so much. Can’t help but kiss you.”

“I love you too, Toru,” you replied, voice hushed and reverent as you kissed her once again. “Always will.”

i'm already writing more for her so there will be more to follow this!!! once again this is super self indulgent & i'm not sorry!!!

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[canoncallings]

hey im dave strider from homestuck and i dunno what im doing here really. im not exactly sure how old i am but i know im at least 16 or 17 cause i remember finishing the game and stuff. dont quote me on that

anyway i dont care who interacts really. a rose or a karkat would be nice or maybe a john idk it doesnt matter to me

so im like 5'10 and pale as fuck. not like full on albino though im a cute blonde. i got a dope as hell scar on my eye and then two on the other side of my face. one on my lip and cheek

theres a few pretty big differences and defining things about my canon so ill list them out here

so first of all the vriska that i remember had her freaky eye intact and working but that whole side of her face was scarred pretty bad and was slightly blue. she had a badass robot arm and was always hanging around terezi

jade and davesprite could visit the meteor sometimes but they stopped after shit went down with me and jade. also john was dead

karkat hates the clown. theres a whole thing about that but shit went down between those two on the meteor but karkat stayed in the weird alien diamonds with him until shit also went down between me and the clown and karkat finally left him. the clown was never seen again after that

i remember one time with rose i said some shit about my bro in passing and she just froze and went total deadpan. and she turned to look at me and the look on her face was fucking priceless. absolutely hilarious. she looked absolutely shocked and concerned and was all like 'how have i not heard about this'

after the game i remember rose and kanayas wedding night specifically most of us got all trickstered out and i scared karkat away and stuff so i had to crash with dirk and it was definitely. something i guess

anyway this is getting ridiculously long. if this is familiar then just shoot me a message or send an ask here @davescanon

Anonymous asked:

oh also im the dave with the long ask. i forgot to say im a fictive

[what-the-hell-is-going-on-here]

do you have any thoughts/hcs about pred human 8 (or general tummy thoughts about him) because i love him sm 🥺 i feel like he'd be a gentle and slightly teasing pred. keeps tiny 0 in his mouth long enough for 0 to become impatient and start complaining (he thinks it's cute) and then swallows when he least expects it. keeps a hand on his full belly while he's writing something on a notepad

ANON. IM SO SERIOUS THIS ASK HAS MADE MY DAY. OR WEEK. SOMETHING. I GOT SO EXCITED SEEING THIS NOTIF I STARTED ROLLING AROUND IN MY BED LIKE A BALL.

OKAY. OKAY. IM COLLECTING MYSELF.

since i like Many Things im gonna go full ramble on you i hope you do not mind. mostly vore and some stuffing thoughts after that- i’ll say where it changes in bold if you wanna skip it. gonna ramble a little about digestion/reformation too, but that’s going under the cut cause i know some ppl don’t like it. it’s fully painless and not gorey (soft digestion??? is that a term?????) but i put it under the cut anyways :3 basically skip there after it changes if you wanna see just vore things

OKAY LETS ACTUALLY GET INTO THIS. THERE’S A BUNCH HERE SO PREPARE URSELF. (btw i use he/it for 8)

absolutely losing my mind over what you sent, giving you a party hat /pos I CANT THATS SO CUTE. that’s gonna be rattling around in my brain for weeks. 8 WOULD SO DO THAT HEHEHEH it keeps 0 in its mouth for a little too long, maybe softly biting him or pressing its teeth against his body until he starts to squirm and complain- he keeps whining about “oHhHhHh WAAA you’re getting saliva on my clothes that’s gonna take forever to clean- 8 i’m BUSY i don’t have TIME for that-” and before he can keep rambling 8 just swallows his ass 💀💀

he’s totally a caring pred i think (maybe a little smug when he wants to be but he’s mostly nice, he won’t be a dick for no reason unlike SOMEONE cough KLEIN.) and would keep a hand on his tummy while he works like you said. IDK he just doesn't seem like the type of guy to forget about his prey/act like they’re not there. he cares about 0! they’re friends! (im 99% sure its canon they get along LISTEN TO 0’S VOICE LINES AND SEE HOW MANY TIMES HE TALKS ABOUT 8. HE DOESN’T INSULT HIM EITHER. I COULD RANT ABT THAT FOREVER THEY ARE FRIENDS AND I LOVE THAT) he never views 0 as just food- he may wanna eat him for the full feeling or some other “self centered” reason but that doesn’t mean he doesn't care about 0.

i like to think 8 would snatch 0 up if he hadn’t been taking care of himself, too- maybe he won’t take breaks because he needs to finish “one last thing” (it’s been 4 hours) or he’s stressed and won’t admit it to himself- whatever it is 8 decides 0 needs to get off his high horse and actually rest for once. he’d eat 0 no matter how loud he complains, doesn’t care about the rest of the think tank looking at him (he’d be so open about vore its scary. he starts rambling about it out of nowhere and borous gives him the biggest concerned side eye from his station), he’d do it anyway because he CARES. and yeah the fullness helps him focus blah blah blah whatever BUT HE WANTS TO HELP 0 OUT TOO.

some other misc hcs that i can’t make a paragraph out of:

8 would get a little sleepy when he's so full like that sometimes, so it would nap after eating 0 on a weekend or something. just imagine that. it’s so cute i can’t handle this MY 0x8 SHIPPING ASS CANNOOTTT

this is specifically a more shippy thought- 8 kissing a tiny 0 a bunch before eating him. im melting its too cute

8 with foodplay. listen to that again. 8 WITH FOODPLAY. DO YOU SEE THE VISION. 8 eating 0 with some big fancy dessert. 8 eating 0 then knocking back an ice cold nuka, reveling in the shocked squirms he’s getting from 0. DO YOU SEEEEE

8 loves rubs. he absolutely MELTS if it's done right, and i'm sure 0 would learn how to do it as payback for 8's teasing, digging his hands into the folds and hearing 8 gasp/his breath hitch or giggle a little.. just think about it.

this guy is totally a sucker for teasing. he just feels like it sometimes- he’ll lay it on thick and REALLY get into it and say a bunch of stuff at all once. he can’t help but tell 0 how good he tastes, how nice he feels when he squirms or rubs his stomach, how happy it is for 0 agreeing to let it eat him, how they really need to do this more often… im sorry im evil

8 nerding out over vore. he just finds it really interesting sometimes and likes to ask 0 how it feels (to ttooottaally not get a rise out of him and tease him over it, never! why would he do thattttt? ..but sometimes it is unintentional LMAO) so he’d be asking so many random questions. literally in the middle of work- he randomly wonders how loud his heartbeat is when someone’s inside of him or if stomachs really blush when someone is flustered (THEY DO!! SRSLY LOOK THAT UP) and asks 0 like dala isn’t right behind them. he doesnt give a fuck and its so funny

OK NOW. STUFFING THOUGHTS BE UPON YE.

i have kind of put all my writing energy into that above stuff so there’s gonna be less here but LET’S ROLL ANYWAY.

personally i see 8 as the kind of guy to eat a lot and wanna feed other people (cough 0) but i’m gonna focus on the first bit for this.

8 totally has a sweet tooth to me. i can sooo see him chugging a bunch of nukas all at once and sitting with that full, bubbly feeling cause he can’t help himself.

8 snacking a bunch during work, slowly getting more and more full without realizing it. he keeps mindlessly eating chips or something idk what they had pre-war- just something unhealthy, and he starts slowing down until he realizes all of his snacks are gone and Oops! he is way too full to normally behave in a work setting! HAVE HIS TUMMY STICK OUT FROM THE REST OF HIS COAT. MAKE HIS COWORKERS BE ABLE TO TELL HOW STUFFED HE IS. HAVE HIM GET FLUSTERED OVER THAT. IT IS A REQUIREMENT /J

8 stuffing himself silly on a weekend, planning to do nothing but laze around all day, but then klein calls him in to work overtime (for more pay! he’s not that bad) and he has to come in like he DIDNT just eat enough food for 3 people. he tries to lie or say whatever but klein knows how he is at this point- he just tells 8 to get his work done and “be normal about it” 💀💀 (i doubt klein would really care- it’s not his business, really, and he’s seen worse from 8)

his stomach gets LOUD after he eats a bunch. honestly, the same goes for vore, but it’s especially bad after stuffing himself. but it’s not like 8 can complain at all. i think he’d like it, actually! he’s fine with laying down after a big meal, full and sated and hearing his body work through everything that he ate- UhghfhGHh im gay, apologies

i feel like he’d have an average appetite. he can’t eat a crazy amount of food but that’s okay, he just likes being able to indulge freely :> his eyes are totally bigger than his stomach tho. he sees a bunch of food and thinks it'll be easy but he starts slowing down way quicker than expected and gets himself into trouble that way. SOMEONE GIVE HIM RUBS ASAP

LET SOMEONE FEED THIS MAN. PLEASE. i hc that 8 actually got 0 into stuffing (long story but ill ramble if anyone ever asks me to) but he’s usually the one feeding 0, so flipping the script and having 0 feed 8 is SUCH a nice thing to brainrot over. LET 0 BE A TEASING BITCH TOO!!! LET 8 GET REALLY FLUSTERED!!!! they deserve it (plus this concept in more of a domestic/soft way rather than a teasing way is also peak. 0 SHOW HOW MUCH YOU CARE ABOUT 8 RAAAHHHHHH)

okay i think that’s all ive got rn. BELOW THE CUT IS REFORMATION/DIGESTION STUFF SO IF THAT’S UR JAM GO SEE :3 I PROMISE IT'S GOOOODDDD :3 :3

welcome to reformation time. IDK IVE BEEN HAVING THE BIGGEST BRAINROT ABT REFORMATION RECENTLY, ESPECIALLY WITH 8, so if you like this kinda stuff you’re in for a treat (i hope)

i view 8 as a little bit of a gremlin sometimes. he’s definitely soft when he wants to be, but i get the vibes that he’s also a little evil (in the silly way). this ties into him being a little teasing bitch- i can’t get over the idea of 8 eating 0 with the intent to digest him, instead of safe-keeping. SIDENOTE: i imagine that digestion would be sort of like a full reset for the prey- if they’re in pain or really tired or stressed out, with that kind of lingering stress that never seems to go away, afterwards they reform and come back totally fine again! so maybe 8 can tell 0’s been stressed for a while, or, again, he won’t accept the fact that he needs to take a break and some time for himself, or 8 just wants a full stomach while he works and he’s too lazy to get lunch LOL, so he decides to actually go the full mile and digest 0. (with 0 already knowing what reformation is/he knows he wont die. because i dont have the time to write all that out and i would never wanna actually hurt my guy)

maybe he flat out tells 0 what he’s planning, or 0 can put the pieces together by the look on 8’s face and how loud his stomach’s being- either way 0 knows what’s gonna happen to him. he starts fighting back a little, not enough to hurt but enough to show he’s a little annoyed, but 8 doesn’t care. he just smiles and swallows him down anyways, savoring the taste on his tongue.

[another sidenote that’ll be relevant with the next bit: i imagine, for the prey, reformation is really chill- they aren’t fully aware of what’s going on, nothing hurts, they just get more and more sleepy until they fully fall asleep, and they feel sort of tingly or they get that kind of floaty feeling- so basically they’re having a good time too dw. 0’s chill he’s just a whiner.]

i really like the idea of 8 giving in and being more self indulgent with reformation- he really savors the full feeling and how 0 tastes and how he squirms and the blissful weight in his stomach- i have such a soft spot for it and i have no idea why. JUST- LET THAT MAN BE A SMUG BITCH! LET IT PRIDE ITSELF ON THE FEELING! LET IT TEASE 0 THE WHOLE TIME- COMMENT ON HOW HIS SQUIRMS ARE GETTING WEAKER AS IF IT’S ANALYZING HIM THE WHOLE TIME AND TAKING NOTES, TALK ABOUT HOW FULL IT ALREADY FEELS, ASK HOW LONG 0 CAN STAY AWAKE AND IF HE CAN STILL PROCESS WHAT IT’S SAYING WHILE IT RUBS ITS STOMACH GENTLY- EUGIFIGJIGGKGJ IM ILL. but with some good post-digestion stuff too!! after 0 pops back in, 8 makes sure he’s alright, checking in and making sure he did end up enjoying himself (0 did- he admits he did need the break, and he feels pretty energized after all of it! it’s like he took a nice powernap), maybe with some softer teasing with 8 not-so subtly asking if they can do it again, you know the drill.

OK I DUNNO HOW TO END THIS OFF LMAO. THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK. THIS GOT A LOT LONGER THAN I EXPECTED BUT I HOPE YOU (AND THE ONE OTHER PERSON IN THE WORLD WHO LIKES O//W//B VORE/STUFFING) ENJOY ALL OF IT LOL

[fanderficreader]

idk what this is, but I hope it’s good.

Edit: This also includes my oc’s, so no fandoms here. Enjoy!

Summary: Daniel has been keeping a secret from his friend… But that doesn’t matter anymore.

Words: 615

Warnings: tickling. That’s it.

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Lewis walked into the kitchen. Daniel was sitting on a bar stool, on his phone.

Lewis came up to Daniel and put his hand on the spot where his shoulder met his neck. Daniel jumped.

“what’s wrong Daniel??” Lewis took his hand off of Daniel, and looked at him with a quirked brow.

“…you just scared me ‘is all.” Daniel said, his voice slightly disturbed sounding, and his face turned a light pink hue.

Lewis looked a little relieved;he thought he had hurt Daniel, but he still had this feeling that something was off with Daniel. “Are you sure? You seem a bit jumpy, and your face is flushed.”

Upon hearing that Daniel’s face got a little hotter. “Oh God. It’s getting redder, are you sick? Do you need me to take your temperature??” Lewis said in an urgent tone.

“I’m fine, really you just scared me, calm down.” Daniel reassured. Lewis felt like a wait lifted off his chest. He was very concerned for his friend. “Ok, well if you’re not sick then why is your face so red?” Lewis said innocently. Not knowing the true weight of that question.

Daniel’s face got hotter as he got more, and more flustered. He couldn’t bare to look his friend in the face, especially not when he looked like an embarrassed tomato.

Lewis noticed Daniel fidgeting with his hoodie strings and his flushed face. then he realized what was going on, but he didn’t want Daniel to know he knew so he kept up an innocent charade.

“Are you really sure I didn’t hurt you Daniel, well I would just feel awful if I hurt you.” Lewis said in a fake concern for his friends well-being. “Let me just check for any injuries.”

Lewis put one hand on the back of Daniel’s jawline (just below the ear) to prop it up, while the other was slowly skimming/gliding over the skin on his neck and collar bone to “check for injuries”.

Daniel flinched and bit his lip, to suppress any giggles from coming up.

Lewis looked at Daniel and tried to hide a smirk himself. This was an adorable sight, he’s never seen Daniel like this, especially not on the verge of smiling. Lewis thinks Daniel should let loose once in a while, cause he’s always such an up tight person. Never smiling. Never laughing. Never having fun. But this was his chance to see his friend having fun.

Lewis couldn’t take it anymore, he was too cute so Lewis dropped the whole charade, and was now full on tickling him. “Oh… what’s this? Is someone a bit ticklish?”

“Wha- I Swear I’m Not!” Daniel said urgently. He was not ready for Lewis to know about this. At least not…yet…

“Daniel, why didn’t you tell me this sooner?? This is��adorable!” Lewis said whilst scribbling all five fingers on Daniel’s neck, and poking at his sides, relishing in his adorable expressions and child like giggles.

Daniel threw his head back and giggled his heart out. But never once did he say, stop, and Lewis noticed.

“Are you having as much fun as I am?” Lewis said with a shit eating grin. He could tell (obviously) that Daniel was enjoying every minute of this, but he just had to mention it to rub salt in the wound.

But nonetheless Daniel nodded threw the giggles. Agreeing with the embarrassing truth that Lewis just had to point out. Heart pounding from adrenaline. Face on fire from embarrassing teases. And grinning like an idiot from being tickled for so long.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[miagwynwrites]

Night Drive

Genre: fluff :)

CW: kinda sad maybe idk, sweet boyfriend Juhan cause he’s just so pretty and I fell over <3 also slight mention of sexual connotations?

Length: 1k+

Summary: A late night/ early morning drive through the empty streets to an unexpected place just to make you feel better ✨

Pairings: juhan x reader (no pronouns used)

A/N: I’m not as sad as I was when I wanted to write this fic so it might not be as bad idk lol we’ll see. Also the first fic from my main blog I'm moving over so if you remember this fic I am still the original writer I just moved it to my writing blog. Tagging: @witchy-weve-monbebe (I know you already read it but I'm just copy and pasting so I wanted to keep everything the same.) 🦬

You laid in Juhan’s bed staring at nothing in the dark. Juhan had invited you over to his apartment to spend the evening with him and something woke you up and now you couldn’t relax enough to fall back asleep. Something was on your mind but when you tried to sort through your thoughts you couldn’t figure out what was wrong. The more you thought about your thoughts; any and all, the more sad you got.

Juhan wasn’t necessarily a light or heavy sleeper, it depended on the night. Sometimes you could barely move and he would stir and other times you probably could’ve jumped on his bed and he’d be stiff as a rock. You never knew what to expect, like tonight when you thought he was out cold. Maybe it was the constant deep sighs that woke him up or maybe it was a feeling that something was wrong. You held your breath as he stirred, hearing the bedsheets rustle, feeling the weight of his body redistribute on the mattress.

“Y/n are you awake?” Juhan asked a little bit above a whisper. You said nothing hoping he would ignore you and go back to sleep. Unfortunately your boyfriend was too sweet and caring to obey your silent wishes. With a small click the lamp on his bedside table turned on and he shifted on the bed so he could sit up.

“Baby what’s the matter? Did you have a nightmare?” He asked. Again you said nothing. You didn’t feel like talking for some reason, usually you talked to your boyfriend about your problems and even if you were very moody you at least tried to communicate when you were feeling down or irritated. This was not one of those times you guessed. You felt like sulking in a corner for hours, you wanted to be left alone to deal with your own emotions until they passed. But again, your kind and understanding boyfriend ignored your unspoken requests.

Helping you sit up in bed Juhan moved your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. His warm hand cupped the side of your face so he could see your eyes but you just looked away. His thumb rubbed your cheek, gentle strokes in hopes he could coex an answer, even one word out of you.

Juhan kept quiet as he tried all the ways to comfort you. He stroked your hair, he rubbed your arms, left gentle kisses on your cheeks and forehead, even held your hands rubbing the back of them with his thumbs. You two sat for what felt like hours the only sounds being the clock on his nightstand and the far and few cars that past your street.

You let out another sigh this one shaky as tears formed along your waterline. You didn’t know what you were feeling but you just didn’t feel good. You looked up at Juhan finally the soft glow of the light let you sort of see his face and his look of concern. “Baby~” He cooed grabbing you gently. “Come here, where does it hurt?” He asked pulling you on his lap. You straddled him burying your face in the crook of his neck feeling his warm skin against your face. You quietly cried into him snaking one arm around his lower waist your other arm resting against his unzipped jacket grabbing a fistful of the soft cotton material to hold.

“Does your stomach hurt? Are you getting sick, do you have a headache?” Juhan wrapped both arms around you rubbing your back gently. When you shook your head slightly he asked another set of questions, “is it a mental pain or physical? Does it feel like your heart hurts? Is it body pain? Are you having cramps?” After each question he asked you shook your head. When you pulled away you wiped your tears with the overly long sleeves of your sweater. “Is it a pain that needs to be satisfied?” He asked. You knew what he was implying.

“No no I’m fine it’s none of that. Well I- I don’t know what it is. I’m just..” after finally speaking up to try to explain to him you trailed off not knowing what was really bothering you and how to even say that you didn’t know. Juhan pressed his lips to yours in a soft and comforting kiss that helped you relax a little. He peppered your face with kisses before he spoke up.

“I have an idea c’mon.” Juhan with all his strength pulled you out of bed and took you to the closet. You were both in lounge pants and were clearly not appropriate to go outside so Juhan helped himself put on a shirt under his jacket and helped you into a coat and a scarf. When he wrapped the scarf around your neck he kissed your nose and pinched your cheek in between his fingers. Holding your hand after you were both bundled up he led you, after putting shoes and socks on of course, to the car.

After helping you in and getting you buckled he got in on his side and turned the heat on. It was probably less than 30 degrees out as it was the middle of winter. When he was stopped at a light you turn to him, “where are we going?” You asked still sniffling.

“It’s a surprise.” Juhan smiled at you the  city lights lighting up the inside of the car. It was a busy, now early Saturday morning and there were cars everywhere as well as people walking around. Mostly couples around your age but you did see a few older people and some kids with their parents walking around. The streets were different at night and it was calming to you and felt less hectic despite how many people were actually out. Every once in a while Juhan would reach over to pat your leg or hold your hand in his while he drove. The longer you drove the less busy it got, the flashy lights of the city disappearing in the rear view mirror.  You saw less late night stores open and less people out and about.

Starting to see houses and empty spaces in between roads and dim street lights and stray animals running around you wondered where Juhan could possibly be going so far out like this. You finally stopped in a gravel lot, a few cars were around and there was a food truck parked next to a street lamp. A few picnic table set up near the food truck and one person you watched run back at forth from the truck to some building in the dark. You didn’t speak up just let Juhan help you out of the car and you walked with his arm around you to the truck.

“It’s cold out here Juhan.” A disgruntled whine accidentally escaped you. You’d rather be in bed nice and warm under the covers and the soft and heavy blanket Juhan had that you absolutely loved. Not standing out in the middle of nowhere in lounge pants and a winter parka. You looked down at the gravel your boots kicking the lose rocks around as you both waited for the person to come back to the truck.

“I know but it’ll be worth it. It might make you feel better too.” Juhan wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a hug his scarf tickling your face making you giggle. When the person came back you were surprised, it was an elderly man quickly making his way to his truck. You both greeted him and approached the window. You linked your arm in his and let Juhan order for the two of you. It seems like he had been here before as he knew what he wanted and he carried on a conversation with the man laughing and telling stories. You smiled thinking about how cute the interaction was as you watched the elderly man work fast. He had his own rhythm that was satisfying to watch and hear as he sang a few songs. This place was making you feel better already, something about the atmosphere was so calming and real unlike the bustling city.

After thanking the man and paying for the food you and Juhan walked to a table. You suggested it would be nice to sit at least in the same area as the man instead of in the car or driving away. “So who is he and how did you find this place?” You asked. Juhan smiled and paused thinking about those memories. You let him feed you a spoonful of the food. It was warm and the flavors felt good going down. It was comfort food if you said so yourself.

“I’ve known him for years, he was a friend of a friend and he used to run a restaurant out in the city but something happened and he disappeared.” You listened to the story your eyes almost sparkling as Juhan recalled. “I thought he died until a few months ago I was driving down here cause I got side tracked and I found him again. His restaurant went under and a few years later he lost his wife and his kids all moved out of town. He decided to run a small food truck down here were he knew there were others like him with loved ones they lost and he wanted to do something good for them.” As Juhan spoke your heart both broke and fluttered for the poor man.

“Aww that’s so sweet Juhan!” As you two continued to eat a few more people showed up and the old man came out every once in a while to check on you guys and engage in conversation. He told you stories that Juhan himself hadn’t heard yet. By now you had a small group of people at your table and you were all talking and sharing stories and sharing laughs as the morning went on. The man soon said that he needed to close up as his children were coming to visit him over the next few weeks. You and Juhan said your goodbyes to the old man and the friendly strangers and you all parted ways, walking back to the car hand in hand. You definitely felt better after getting out and eating some good food.

“Thank you Juhan.” You said on the drive home. “I appreciate you doing your best to make me feel better even if I’m difficult sometimes.” You and Juhan shared a smile and he leaned over to kiss you. “Anything for you my love.”

[plow-and-propose]

uh oh, something weird and bad happened during a walk today!

I was with Cocoa (cause when aren't i lol) and it waa towards the end of what had been a very calm and normal walk. Nothing had really happened except Cocoa receiving a warning growl, which isn't too unusual because he still has rambunctious puppy energy and a lot of dogs sense that and don't want to deal with it, and both dogs were on leads so we just carried on no problem

I actually met two other customers (and their owners) which was nice. Echo was all over me and despite not seeing me for a week Cocoa showed no signs of jealousy (not that he has before but he's never seen another dog fawn over me like that and he is a spaniel so i did wonder) which is a relief. he is, for the most part, a very good boi

towards the end of the hour we turned back. The park we were in is fairly small, just big enough to fill an hour, and i took a small shortcut down a path through some bushes and trees. on the main path on the other side was a man and his off the lead dog, which looked a bit like a slightly overweight greyhound (tho idk if it was)

Cocoa was also off-lead and wanted to say hello which isn't unusual because he LOVES greyhound type dogs, but the owner took his dog's collar and held him still, so of course I immediately called Cocoa because ok, not friendly i guess, nbd

Cocoa came back and while I was kinda mentally rolling my eyes and thinking 'ok but your dog should be on-lead or at least have a special jacket or collar or something', nothing had actually happened so it was cool

(I would also like to add that we were in an area with no lead restrictions, where people bring their dogs specifically to let them off-lead. it's actually leads-only season in the nearby royal park right now so if this owner was concerned about his dog he could have easily taken him to a place where leads are mandatory)

except the owner started saying something like... "you need to set an example for your dog"?

and I was like 'i don't know what that means but ok'. I assumed he was just concerned for his own dog because yeah ok, we sorta emerged suddenly from the bushes it might've been startling, and didn't say anything

the owner kept walking, and also kept speaking, even tho I was out of range and couldn't make out the words

I was getting bad vibes by that point and starting to think 'ok, he's a bit weird, maybe a bit mentally ill'. but he hadn't actually done anything

I waited for him to get a bit further ahead so we wouldn't pass him where the path was narrow and potentially set off his dog. I put Cocoa on the lead just in case and continued walking

AND THEN

guy and dog came sprinting back up the path towards me

and guy rammed his shoulder into mine as he passed

and did not stop. didn't even look back

I'd rolled with the hit so it was more surprising than painful. I stopped and called after him smth like "bro what the hell??"

and dissonantly, from within the bushes further up the path, I heard him shout back something to the effect of "take responsibility for your actions!" as if it had been my fault??

I said, "you could at least apologise!"

to which he repeated the part about responsibility and actions and... followed it up by calling me a tomboy??

(diversity win! the asshole who clipped you isn't enough of an asshole to call you a slur!)

I couldn't even see him and in retrospect it was actually kind of comical. also in retrospect I should have kept walking and not risked antagonising him but I was very much not thinking straight lmao

as it was, we both kept going in opposite directions and didn't see each other again. HOWEVER

the next people to come up the path were an elderly woman with downs syndrome and her carer. if that guy had run into them he could've knocked them to the floor. by that point I had gone from startled to pissed!

I warned them because I had no idea where the guy was and whether he was still barrelling around, but fortunately soon after I got away from the trees i spotted him on the other side of the open field, just walking, not sprinting

I took Cocoa home without issue. he'd been such a good boy and while I kinda wish he'd barked in my defense I'm glad he didn't do anything to make the situation worse. he was remarkably calm. I love him so much

but god what a weird, bad thing to happen! my area isn't rough by any means and while I've met some oddballs before (i am one myself!) I've never encountered anyone like that

and now I have a bruise on my bicep just above my elbow and another on my hip where my elbow hit it. I hope that asshole has them too lmao

[wench-and-jezebel]

The Musketeers Reaction: Sleight of Hand

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

Note: Wench was slightly absent for the first bit of the review, but her comments pick up as time progresses

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He becomes a musketeer right? d’Art?  [Maybe, maybe not]  Fair enough

Oooof police brutality

Harvey Dent!

Well, damn... That’s a rat

I thought that was Jamie Kennedy  [I don't know who that is]  Movie whizz from first scream movie

You’ve heard about d’Art. Although you shouldn’t care cause you’re married. ☠️

Ooooop- He ded.  Well, unless it’s a fuckery

Oooop! I was right

All the prisoners are going free

Isssa stampede

Well, damn  [Thus why he said they'd just let him walk ou- Oh.  He just said that, but whatever]  Lol!

Ack

Oooooop Flirt is gonna be… flirting with the queen next  [Not telling]

I thought he was gonna kiss her ☠️☠️☠️  [I think he almost did]  Buddy you’re gonna get her shot in the woods too, dammit!

Well, I mean she was just behind the door. ☠️😂

[Only half?]

What kinda of idiot would overlook that?  

Um, sir, you underestimate him  [I can't tell whether to suggest that you meant 'underestimate her' or 'overestimate him'... this is d'Art and Milady we're talking about: two ends of the competence spectrum]  

ACK! ACKKKKK! NOOOOO! JUST TELL EM THE TRUTH! ACK! ACKACKACK! [It's important to consider at all times, btw, that their medicine sucks. Gangrene is still a concern, so any tiny wound is problematic.  Any hand injury basically ruins it, for example, which would devastate a swordsman like Athos.  A head/eye injury would spell doom for Aramis the marksman.  Et cetera.]  Ack 😖😖😖😖

I 😂😂😂😂 I swear.  I thought y’all were just joking about d'Art being dumb. But it’s a running thing in the show too.  I love it

Porthos like well damn. This little hoe  [Did you see his expression tho?  She said "bravest of the king's musketeers" and he goes (while bowed) bitch wtf????  And then Aramis goes "only among the bravest" and he goes "better”]  Yes  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Buddy you and the married women

“The one you supposed to give me!”  Flirt

Oooooof He is going to get some… Uh- ☠️☠️☠️☠️ [He keeps kissing her for cover]  DAMMIT DART  SHE IS MARRIED

THE LIP BITE

😩😩😩😩 this woman!  [Def stupid, my dear]

This man!

Did, uh.. did no one see the musketeers show up… and go in the house where he is  [Don't think too hard abt it]  😂😂😂

“What do you suggest?”  Something stupid of course

[Flirt keep getting slapped]

But she is happily married.  So loyal. Much faithful.  Very… in love with d’Art

[Many; d’Art dum]  

What could possibly go wrong 

Oooop-

Buddy.  It only takes one turn to see it’s locked

[Oh he'll definitely buy Milady’s self-defense claim now (not)]

This woman kisses so strange

Bruh. She just vamoooshed

"No one saw me" except like 10 people

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Jezebel: Main thought. I see what everyone means about d'Art. Buddy. There’s just no brain in that head

Wench: This is why he be my least favorite 

Jezebel: Normal Anon’s too 😂😂  And will likely be mine. Cause 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 stupid characters in shows like this… get people killed. I worry

Wench: I think he manages to avoid that actually

Jezebel: Thank god ☠️☠️

Wench: But like I said… Mostly only one important death that I recall

Jezebel: From the whole show?

Wench: Yeah, that I can think of.  Again, there might be things I forgot or you might find a character more important than I do and thus mourn when they die.  But I doubt it

Jezebel:  💀💀💀

Wench: Also, yeah, literally… d’Art and Aramis are both idiots tbh

Jezebel: Fair ☠️☠️☠️  And Athos hasn’t really been prevalent this one.

Wench: This is true… But he did have badass fight scene.  Technicallyyyyy

Jezebel: But erm… Flirt and Port be Uh. They be… welp.

Wench: alskfdj I knew you’d say that.  Overall character ranking?  (tbh, it's valid to have a favorite, least favorite, and tied for high second… that’s what I have)

Jezebel: In decreasing order!  Flirt -> Port -> Athos (idk his name just spells easy) -> Married lady -> Dumdart

Wench: How dare you

Jezebel: Nooo Athos was supposed to be before Port actually

Wench: askdfj I’m skeptical

Jezebel: I was thinking Port

Wench: Mmmhmm.  This feels like you’re lying now, ngl

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️  Fair… But I’m not 😂😂😂

Wench: Final ranking, then?

Jezebel: Flirt -> Athos (idk his name just spells easy) -> Port -> Married lady -> Dumdart

Wench: Aight, on with the show!

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*OMINOUSLY opens fan*  “I don’t remember”  Yeahhhh ok lady

[Chickadee's flirting with Flirt… You gonna let that stand?  :)]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️ Everybody flirts with Flirt

I’m just waiting for someone crazy to do it. Like Cardinal.  That would be crazy  [It would be, but also strategically unwise... the Cardinal only gets power because of his influence over/relationship with the King]

Poor queen

["My father never shirked public appearance, no matter the threat" "Your father was assassinated" aslkdfjlk]

That logic… Is very stupid

Im such a hoarder; that castle would be filledddddd… It looks so empty

[Also, to be completely fair... This basically does sum up a lot of Athos' character.  (re: your earlier statement that he's not been prominent in it)  He very much is a duty-/honor-driven character, so he's often the one focused on the mission.  There are exceptions, but he's usually the "sensible" one]  Good good! Someone has to be!  [As I said, there's a reason I liked him asldkfj]  We got Flirt flirting with everyone, Port flirting with Flirt, and d’Art being an airhead

[Imagine being that pressed about a single diamond with as much money/privilege as the King has alksdj]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Why is Port’s hat so big!? Sheeesh! 😂😂😂😂  [And why is he holding the paper out into the rain 😭]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Ooooop- [Good job, d'Art, that went well asdlkfj]  Sweet lord  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Ooooof… That’s the gunpowder, right?  [That’s the gunpowder]  Oh, man

Kaboom

d’Art’s like. Well shit

[Tbf, I don't fullyyyyy blame him for this.  I called Vadim's plan the first time I watched it, but still]

Bruh, my nerveessss can’t handle shit like this! 😂😂😂 and I know he ain’t about to die

[Did you hear who called out for Aramis, btw?]  Port buddyyyyy

Sweet lord… My anxiety is going crazy

Runnnnnn Dumdart!!  Runnnn!!!

Kabooooom!  [Indeed]

[Bruh, hold up.... that was the diamond from Sherlock Holmes aldkfj]  Wot?!

Welp she ded

He ded  [Poor Felix :(]

They not ded tho!  [Indeed!]

Isss a ghost!  [I knew you were gonna say that alksdfj]

Isss a d’Art!  [I did not know you were gonna say that aslkfdj]

I really hope he says at some point “I’m a musketeer.” Since they said soooo many damn times “I’m not a musketeer.”  [He's not yet tbf… He has to earn a commission from the King]

Again I repeat (since you didn’t react to it earlier ☹️) Harvey Dent  [*simultaneously* That was indeed very Two-Face… That was exactly how Dent died in... What, Dark Knight?]

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Jezebel: Did the cardinal have a part in this?  Trying to kill the king?

Wench: Nope.  To be honest, it's really unwise for him to kill the King.  For one thing, a lot of his power comes from his relationship with that specific King.  First, I think a new king could unseat him as First Minister (though I'm not fully sure).  But also, Louis is easily manipulated, whereas another king might not be.  Also, more importantly, there technically isn't another King.  That's a bit problem in this season, in fact; kingship passes on by bloodline, but Louis/Anne don't have a son, so, if Louis dies, succession is a serious issue.  All in all, the Cardinal Does Not Want the king to die

Jezebel: Ahhhh I see 🙂 ‘Cause I was confused af why he didn’t seem like a bad guy this one (He was talking to the musketeers and stuff)

Wench: Yeah... he's not really bad.  In general, I mean?  He's pretty true neutral, actually.

Jezebel: Minus killing the woman

Wench: No, even then… That doesn’t automatically rule out true neutral.  True neutral means that you don't really care if you're following the law or not, if you're being good or bad; it's a pretty self-centered stance, at least in my experience.  He really does care about the state staying preserved/not dissolving into chaos… but his perception of what's good for the state governs his actions.  And his personal goals center around his own power/influence.  In his eyes, Adele betrayed him; thus he harms her.  In his eyes, tearing down the king's guard by framing Athos is good because that leaves the king more reliant on him, so he can ensure that the state progresses according to what he thinks is right (and he gets more power).  He's highly neutral.  So you'll have episodes like the last episode where he's the villain, and episodes like this one where he's working to protect the king.  Even the most villainous Richelieu gets?  He's still not really... evil (still in D&D terms).  He's acting the way he thinks his best for him/France.  Whether it's true or not is a separate question, but yeah.  He doesn't really care what he has to do to achieve those goals, so he's not actively trying to make the world better/worse.  He manipulates the system, but breaks the law whenever the reward outweighs the risk.  He's trying to preserve himself, and France by extension.

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️ well that’s makes a lot of sense! I was so confused ☠️😂😂

Wench: Yup!  Btw I am STOKED for next episode… A lot is Athos-centric :) (And the rest is Porthos-centric, which is also awesome... though also sad)

Jezebel: Ooooo! 🙂 yusssss! I want to see Athos' character moreeee! 🙂  I still love Aramis! But I am ready for next episode too now to start loving Athos

Wench: Highly disappointed you don't already love him; for shame!  The intro scene was freaking priceless, I'll have you know!  And at least he doesn't make horrible decisions like flirting with the literal Queen!

Jezebel: You are not wrong 🙂 shush

Wench: Nevahhhh

Jezebel: Anyway… I just 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 I just don’t understand stand. The urge. Like I don’t dislike sex. At all. It’s quite nice actually ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ BUT I don’t understand people getting themselves in these predicaments with it like! YOU HAVE HANDS 😤😮‍💨☠️  Control yourself!  Same with d’Art! And his little whatever he has with Married Lady. And then the whatever he has with Milady. And it’s just. Sir.

Wench: alskdjf All very fair

Jezebel: And I love how d’Art was just borderline incompetent the whole episode. (I know that’s a bit over dramatic) but he was just careless with shit, and then just miraculously almost easily beats the guy in the final ghostly showdown ☠️☠️☠️

Wench: I definitely get it... and it kinda continues.  He's consistently the young, less competent one, but he's meant to be... you know, endearing.  He's learning, too, if I'm fair.  Which I make it a point never to be, but shhh (/hj)

Jezebel: Like the whole episode was just selectively DumDart like managing to get in with the bad guy then making every dumb decision after he does (or so he thinks he does… which he should have never just assumed the guy believed him anyway! Like he said he could read a person’s eyes. And he knew he was lying there so he should have smelled the bullshit ☠️😂)

Wench: Right (I can tell you’re still typing so I’ll respond at the end)

Jezebel: And d’Art, who we already know is just very him, has got this weird will they/won’t they thing going with Married Lady. And his blind fascination with the other lady (Milady)… who framed him for murder

Wench: This is very true

Jezebel: Then you got Flirt who just loved a married woman to her death (even though he doesn’t know it yet) then decides “you know what will take my mind off her…. Another married woman!” BUT NOT JUST ANY MARRIED WOMAN… THE QUEEEEEEN

Wench: asdflkjaldskfj  Yeah :)

Jezebel: Port was very quiet this ep. But his hat is large and I love it!

Wench: alskdjflakdsjf

Jezebel: And Athos was quiet too. But probably ‘cause he was contemplating finding a new career path because his comrades are all a little slow in the brain.

Wench: This is basically their dynamic throughout the show, to be fair.  Literally, it's a resting state.

Jezebel: Poor Athos ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Wench: I adore him

Jezebel: I love it! 😂😂  Next episode tomorrow? 🙂

Wench: YESSSSSS

[alexwritesticklestuff]

Edit: idk what this is but I hope it’s good. This also includes my oc’s, so no fandoms here. Enjoy!

Summary: Daniel has been keeping a secret from his friend… But that doesn’t matter anymore.

Words: 615

Warnings: tickling. That’s it.

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Lewis walked into the kitchen. Daniel was sitting on a bar stool, on his phone.

Lewis came up to Daniel and put his hand on the spot where his shoulder met his neck. Daniel jumped.

“what’s wrong Daniel??” Lewis took his hand off of Daniel, and looked at him with a quirked brow.

“…you just scared me ‘is all.” Daniel said, his voice slightly disturbed sounding, and his face turned a light pink hue.

Lewis looked a little relieved;he thought he had hurt Daniel, but he still had this feeling that something was off with Daniel. “Are you sure? You seem a bit jumpy, and your face is flushed.”

Upon hearing that Daniel’s face got a little hotter. “Oh God. It’s getting redder, are you sick? Do you need me to take your temperature??” Lewis said in an urgent tone.

“I’m fine, really you just scared me, calm down.” Daniel reassured. Lewis felt like a wait lifted off his chest. He was very concerned for his friend. “Ok, well if you’re not sick then why is your face so red?” Lewis said innocently. Not knowing the true weight of that question.

Daniel’s face got hotter as he got more, and more flustered. He couldn’t bare to look his friend in the face, especially not when he looked like an embarrassed tomato.

Lewis noticed Daniel fidgeting with his hoodie strings and his flushed face. then he realized what was going on, but he didn’t want Daniel to know he knew so he kept up an innocent charade.

“Are you really sure I didn’t hurt you Daniel, well I would just feel awful if I hurt you.” Lewis said in a fake concern for his friends well-being. “Let me just check for any injuries.”

Lewis put one hand on the back of Daniel’s jawline (just below the ear) to prop it up, while the other was slowly skimming/gliding over the skin on his neck and collar bone to “check for injuries”.

Daniel flinched and bit his lip, to suppress any giggles from coming up.

Lewis looked at Daniel and tried to hide a smirk himself. This was an adorable sight, he’s never seen Daniel like this, especially not on the verge of smiling. Lewis thinks Daniel should let loose once in a while, cause he’s always such an up tight person. Never smiling. Never laughing. Never having fun. But this was his chance to see his friend having fun.

Lewis couldn’t take it anymore, he was too cute so Lewis dropped the whole charade, and was now full on tickling him. “Oh… what’s this? Is someone a bit ticklish?”

“Wha… I Swear I’m Not!” Daniel said urgently. He was not ready for Lewis to know about this. At least not…yet…

“Daniel, why didn’t you tell me this sooner?? This is Adorable!” Lewis said whilst scribbling all five fingers on Daniel’s neck, and poking at his sides, relishing in his adorable expressions and child like giggles.

Daniel threw his head back and giggled his heart out. But never once did he say, stop, and Lewis noticed.

“Are you having as much fun as I am?” Lewis said with a shit eating grin. He could tell (obviously) that Daniel was enjoying every minute of this, but he just had to mention it to rub salt in the wound.

But nonetheless Daniel nodded threw the giggles. Agreeing with the embarrassing truth that Lewis just had to point out. Heart pounding from adrenaline. Face on fire from embarrassing teases. And grinning like an idiot from being tickled for so long.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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I thought this would be a good way to get into the tickle writing community, so I hope it’s good.