#please listen to the sound though 🥺👉👈

[piglinmyfeet]

Tonight The Streets Are Ours by Richard Hawley is such an Esmp1 jizzie song

(Actually, the musical version sung by Baker Musaka fits the vibes better imo, also I prefer that version)

[forever-rogue]

Hello, hello lovely 💜 congrats on your new milestone!! I saw those new stills from Pedro back in that 90s commercial and imagined a young Joel 🥺 So could I request something with young!Joel x reader who has a huge crush on him? Unrequited love i think its called? Cause she thinks theres no way he could feel the same. But maybe he offers her his jacket when she's cold and it's all fluffy and cute 👉👈

AN | Please, this was such a cute little concept 🥰 

Pairing | Pre-Breakout!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.2k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Joel Miller. 

You sighed wistfully even at the mere mention of his name. The women in your bookclub loved gushing about the handsome, hardworking, single-father at the end of the cul-de-sac. You never joined in - oh no, you weren’t reducing yourself to that just yet - but you listened intently to what they had to say. 

Sure, he’d caught your eye when you first moved into the neighborhood a few months ago, but you hadn’t exchanged more than a few words here and there. The last time was when the two of you had been leaving for work at the same time and you somehow managed to make a comment about the weather. The weather. What were you, fifty? Either way, he was sweet in response and still gave you saccharine smiles whenever he saw you. He had a lovely smile, all toothy and eye-crinkling and dimple displaying. 

Stop. You needed to pull yourself together before you got too lost in your little fantasies and spilled your secret in front of everyone. The secret that maybe you were a little in lust with him, even though you barely knew him. A girl could dream, right?

“What about you?” the question snapped you out of your thoughts as you turned to look in confusion at the woman, Emilia, to your right. You opened and closed your mouth a few times in confusion before she laughed softly, “what do you think about Joel?”

“Joel…” you repeated, throat dry and mind racing with embarrassment. Had you somehow managed to voice your thoughts out loud?

“Asking him for some help with the neighborhood barbecue next weekend?” oh. Relief flooded your veins as you offered her a tight lipped smile, “he’s quite handy. He’s a contractor, you know.”

“I didn’t know that,” well, that wasn’t an image you didn’t need in your mind. It didn’t help your daydream fantasies to think about all hot and sweaty and - yeah. You wrung your hands for a moment before nodding, “that sounds like a lovely idea. The more help the merrier, right?”

“Right you are,” Matilda, the head of the bookclub and resident one-woman welcoming committee agreed, “you don’t mind going over soon and asking him, right?”

“Oh, I-I c-” no, no, no. This wasn’t what you had in mind at all.

“Thank you so much, you’re such a sweetheart,” apparently you didn’t have a choice in the matter, “I’m sure he can’t say no to a sweet thing like you.”

“I really…”

“He likes apple pie,” another one of the ladies winked. Oh. Oh. Apparently this was a double ended errand - they would get the help and set you up at the same time, “just as a side note.”

“Of course,” you were screaming on the inside, wanting to run away, “I’d love to.”

“Perfect!”

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“I can do this,” great. Now you’d resorted to talking to yourself out loud openly. It was the stress. It had to be. You swallowed thick, pacing up and down Joel’s driveway as you contemplated going to his front door to ask him for help. You��d never forgive the rest of the book club ladies for this, “it’s just a quick, simple question. Get it together.”

“You wanna come in?” you hadn’t even heard the front door open but when you whipped around, you saw Joel Miller leaning against the doorframe, watching you expectantly. Your heart fell into your stomach as you looked at him in shock, opening and closing your mouth a few times, “or were you planning on walking up and down the driveway for a while? In which case, don't let me interrupt.”

“Oh! H-hi,” your feet slowly shuffled in his direction as you held up your hand in a meek little wave, “ummm…I-I can go. Is this weird? It’s weird, isn’t it? I’ll just-”

“Hang on there for a moment,” he reached towards you and wrapped a hand around your forearm, gently tugging you closer to him, “relax. It’s okay - you’re okay.”

“I…” you looked up at him and met those big, brown eyes, looking at him in surprise. His lips twitched up in amusement, “okay.”

"Okay?"

“Okay,” and there was that winning smile that you’d been on the receiving end of many times. You relaxed slightly and quickly vowed to stop making a fool out of yourself any further, “hi.”

“Hi,” he repeated and you laughed nervously. Yeah, no, this wasn’t the business at all. Luckily Joel didn’t seem to mind at all, “is there something I can help you with? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah - yes,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “the ladies of the book club would like to kindly ask if you would be able to assist with the barbecuing for the neighborhood block party next week.”

“They did, did they?” he asked as you nodded shyly, “and they asked you to come and ask me?"

“They sure did,” you tried to read his expression to see if he considered this a bad thing or a good thing. You were currently plotting some form of revenge because you were currently dying on the inside, “umm…sorry?”

“What are you sorry for, sweetheart?” oh. You liked the way the moniker fell from his lips. He made it all too easy. The wonder of what his lips would feel like momentarily crossed your mind. Get it together.

“I don’t know,” you confessed nervously, “I just…this is not how I pictured this going in my head.”

“How did you picture it going?” 

“Smoother than this,” you confessed softly, “I was kind of just hoping to ask you, maybe flirt a little, and call it a day.”

Fuck. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud at all. Your mouth was absolutely not cooperating with your mind. Joel’s smile only grew as you tried to hide your face in your hands. He put a quick stop to that and pulled your hands away so he could see your face. 

“Don’t hide,” he whispered and pulled your hands away, “let me see that pretty face.”

“Joel-”

“I’d love to,” he added before you could say anything further, “I’d love to help. You just let me know what you need and when you need it, and I will be happy to help the lovely ladies of the book club.”

“Thank you,” the smile on your face was enough to let him know that he had said the right thing, “that’s really sweet of you Joel. The ladies will be beside themselves.”

“Oh, of that I have no doubt,” he shot you a wink and your knees felt weak.

“You’re like the neighborhood dilf,” oh yeah. You were never going to allow yourself to speak again. That might have been the most embarrassing moment of your life, “I…oops?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he laughed softly and that was enough to jostle you into a small fit of giggles too, “it’s not the first time I’ve heard that.”

“Well,” you wrung your hands nervously, bouncing on the balls of your feet, “thank you again. I’ll umm, I’ll see you around?”

“I hope so,” he agreed, giving you a very interested and hungry once over, “see you soon, sweetheart.”

“See you soon, Joel.”

-─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You smoothed down the front of your dress, pausing momentarily to question if you should go back inside and change. You felt so exposed wearing this pretty little sundress but it was also hot as hades and the idea of jeans and a t-shirt made you cringe. 

This would have to do, and you were sure you could probably get away with an Irish exit at some point. 

Everyone was starting to come out and socialize, tables lined up and filled with snacks, treats, and other baked goods. There was even a small lemonade stand at the end of the block, commandeered by several eager kids. You enjoyed the sense of community and enjoyed the smell of the barbecue even more. The man at helm was even more of a delicious sight.

He was wearing a fitted white t-shirt and jeans that hugged him in all the right places. He was definitely too good looking…no wonder he was the resident dilf. None of the other men came close. The man in question must have felt your gaze on him, despite all the other people and noise around, because he looked up and immediately found you. You looked like a deer caught in headlights as his face lit up with a megawatt smile. 

Before you could make a fool out of yourself again, like the last time you’d seen, you turned around and made your way over to the lemonade stand. Perhaps a small gaggle of children could serve as a good distraction. It was worth a shot anyway…

But it turns out that in the end, it didn’t really matter. As soon as you got to the little stand, you felt a warm body right next to you. You looked up and found Joel Miller grinning at you. Without missing a beat, he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you slightly into his side. 

“Two of your finest lemonades please,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a generous tip that he put in their money bucket as the kids poured two solo cups of lemonade. You each took one but he still refused to let go of you.

He guided you over to one of the tables that had been set up, while you tried to navigate your internal freakout. How was he being so casual about this? How?”

“You look really nice - beautiful,” he let go of your waist but held on to your hand as he helped you to sit on the top of the table so you were almost eye to eye. His hand smoothed down your side, fingers brushing over the soft fabric of your dress. Pleasant shivers ran down your spine, “I like this dress.”

“T-thanks,” you managed to choke out as you tried not to make a comment about how it was great for easy access as well, “I haven’t worn it in a while and I figured it was a good time.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed in content as he got up and sat next to you, his thigh pressing against yours, “it’s nice that you came. Everyone really likes you.”

“Everyone?” you snorted in amusement as he nodded, leaning into his side without even thinking about it, “I don’t know about that. But I figured I’m part of the neighborhood and it would be nice to meet everyone. I baked some pie - apple pie.”

“I love apple pie…”

“I know,” you looked at him tentatively, nervously, “the bookclub ladies told me. That’s why I made it.”

“For me?” his eyes were even more beautiful up close, different shades of honey and chocolate that you wanted to commit to memory. You hesitated for just a moment before nodding shyly, “that’s really sweet. No one’s done something like that for me for a long time.”

“It’s nothing much,” you shrugged, trying to ignore the pitter patter of your heart and the butterflies in your tummy, “but I hope you like it. If you do, I’d be happy to make you some any time.”

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” he picked up his lemonade and playfully clinked it against yours. You both took a drink before almost gagging on it; it was nothing more than sugar with a hint of lemon, “well then…at least they tried. Maybe next time will be better.”

“I feel a little bad for thinking this terrible since kids made it…but this is terrible,” a bit of laughter flowed between the two of you as he set your cups down, “hopefully you won’t be saying that about my pie.”

“I don’t think that’s even in the realm of possibilities,” he insisted in a way that suggested he was talking about a lot more than pie. You really liked this man already, and part of you was already excited about the possibility of spending more time with him and getting to know him better. You must have had a daydream look in your eyes because Joel brushed his knuckles along your jaw, causing you to snap out of it, “what are you thinkin’ about?”

“Honestly?” you whispered and he nodded, “I’m thinking about you kissing me.”

His momentary silence caused you to panic and wished you’d either lied or never been born. But before you could panic entirely, he smiled in and leaned a little bit, leaving almost no space in between your bodies, “I can do that. If you’d like.”

“Yes,” you squeaked, a mixture of nerves and excitement bubbling inside, “I’d like that.”

And then he kissed you. 

Luckily that was only the first time of many.

[maul-of-shame]

May I request some Elrondriel headcanons please?🥺👉👈 Could you give us a crumb, some cute ones? Please? Or maybe a cute snippet with papa Elrond and baby Arwen?

Hello there Anon!! Sure sure, of course here you go!! Some Elrondriel headcanons and snippets! Always happy to serve some fluff!

Oki so on AO3 I have kiddo/Elrond and kiddo/Galadriel posted already (more coming soon) and also some teenager!Elrondriel canons so there you go:

Kiddos/Teens Elrondriel headcanons:

1. Elrond and the Storms

Elrond had always been quietly terrified of storms—the loud crashes of thunder and the blinding flashes of lightning unsettled his otherwise calm and steady nature. He never wanted to admit his fear to anyone, so he would hide under his blankets, biting his lip to keep from whimpering.

One stormy night, Galadriel—already perceptive even as a young elf—noticed his absence from the gathering hall. She went looking for him and found him huddled in his bed, his blankets pulled over his head like a cocoon. Without saying a word, she slipped under the covers beside him and wrapped her arms around his trembling form.

“It’s just a storm,” she said softly, her voice soothing as her fingers combed gently through his hair. “Nothing can harm you while I’m here.”

From that night on, whenever a storm rolled in, Elrond would creep into Galadriel’s room, clutching his pillow tightly. She would make space for him without hesitation, pulling him into her arms and whispering stories about Valinor or the constellations to distract him.

One particularly loud storm had Elrond clinging to her like a burr. “You’re squeezing me like an orc in a chokehold!” Galadriel teased, but she still held him tighter, humming softly to calm him down.

2. The Great Pastry Caper

As children, Galadriel and Elrond once teamed up to sneak pastries from the kitchens during a festival. Galadriel, the fearless leader of the operation, had concocted a complicated plan involving distractions, decoys, and a swift getaway.

Elrond, however, had the misfortune of tripping over a stray broom during their heist, sending a tray of pastries clattering to the floor. The noise alerted the cooks, who came storming out in fury.

Galadriel, ever quick-witted, grabbed Elrond by the hand and bolted for the nearest exit, both of them laughing uncontrollably as they ran. Later, safe and sound, they shared the few pastries they had managed to save.

“You’re the clumsiest accomplice I’ve ever had,” Galadriel teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “And you’re the worst influence,” Elrond shot back, though his grin betrayed his enjoyment of their adventure.

3. The "Monster" Under Elrond’s Bed

As a young elf, Elrond was convinced there was a monster living under his bed. One night, he worked up the courage to tell Galadriel about it. She raised an eyebrow but took his fear seriously, grabbing a candle and marching into his room while holding his hand.

“Let’s face this fear of yours, brave warrior,” she declared dramatically, dropping to her knees and peering under the bed.

When she pretended to gasp in shock, Elrond yelped and jumped onto his bed. “What is it?” he whispered, clutching his pillow.

“It’s…” Galadriel paused for effect, then pulled out an old, forgotten pair of boots. “The fearsome beast—your smelly shoes!”

Elrond groaned in embarrassment, but Galadriel only laughed, tossing the boots aside and ruffling his hair. “Next time, I’ll teach you a spell to banish smelly monsters,” she teased.

4. Stargazing and Secret Hopes

On quieter nights, the two of them would sneak out to lie on the grassy hills, staring up at the endless sky. Galadriel loved teaching him about the constellations, her voice full of wonder as she told him their stories.

Elrond, for his part, enjoyed watching her more than the stars. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and he often found himself wishing he could bottle up those moments and keep them forever.

Once, when Galadriel caught him staring instead of listening, she smirked. “You know, the stars don’t shine in my hair, Elrond,” she teased. “They might as well,” he muttered under his breath, earning a playful shove.

5. Galadriel’s Protective Streak

Galadriel was fiercely protective of Elrond, even as a teenager. Once, when a group of older elves teased him for his “bookish” habits, Galadriel stormed over, her eyes blazing.

“Do you think you’re so clever?” she snapped, her tone sharp enough to make the bullies blanch. “Elrond’s intelligence will lead armies while you’ll be stuck polishing their boots.”

The bullies scattered, leaving Elrond both grateful and mortified. “You didn’t have to scare them off,” he mumbled. Galadriel smirked, crossing her arms. “Oh, yes, I did. No one messes with my Elrond.”

6. The Night of the Fireflies

One summer, Galadriel and Elrond discovered a field full of fireflies. Galadriel, ever the adventurous one, tried to catch them in her hands, laughing as the tiny lights flitted around her.

Elrond watched her, a soft smile on his face, before joining in. He wasn’t as graceful as she was—he tripped over his robes and landed face-first in the grass—but his clumsy attempts only made her laugh harder.

By the end of the night, they were both lying in the field, surrounded by the glow of fireflies, their laughter echoing under the stars.

7. Hikes with Galadriel’s Brothers

Galadriel’s brothers loved dragging Elrond and his twin brother, Elros, on long hikes through the woods and up into the mountains. While Elros took to it like a natural adventurer, Elrond was decidedly less enthusiastic.

“I’m not built for this!” Elrond would huff dramatically, hands on his knees as they scaled yet another hill. “You’re built for sitting in libraries,” Angrod teased, earning laughter from the others.

Despite their teasing, they always looked out for him. Finrod especially would sneak him small snacks along the way, ruffling his hair and saying, “Don’t tell the others. You’re my favorite anyway.”

After the hikes, the brothers always made sure both twins were fed, wrapping them in blankets and sitting them by the fire while they roasted something over the flames. “Adventure builds character,” Aegnor would say, to which Elrond would mutter, “So does proper rest and food!”

8. Becoming Part of Galadriel’s Family

Over time, Elrond and Elros became honorary members of Galadriel’s family. Her brothers would affectionately refer to them as “the little ones,” even after they were well into their teenage years.

Elrond, at first, wasn’t used to such open affection, having grown up in tumultuous times. But the family’s warmth slowly melted his reserved nature. Finrod once playfully tackled him into a bear hug, and though Elrond squirmed at first, he eventually relaxed, even laughing as Finrod refused to let go.

“I think he’s growing to love hugs!” Galadriel teased one evening as she caught Elrond leaning into Aegnor's side during a storytelling session. “I am not!” Elrond protested, though his small, sheepish smile betrayed him.

9. Elrond’s First Cooking Lesson

One day, Galadriel’s brothers decided to teach Elrond and Elros how to cook during one of their outings. While Elros eagerly threw himself into the task, Elrond was far more cautious, inspecting the ingredients like a scholar studying ancient texts.

“Why is this onion staring at me like that?” he asked, holding up a particularly lumpy one. “Because it knows you’re about to butcher it,” Aegnor joked.

Elrond’s first attempt at chopping vegetables was, unsurprisingly, disastrous. Carrots went flying in every direction, and he nearly took off a finger trying to slice bread. Galadriel’s brothers laughed so hard that they had to sit down, tears streaming down their faces.

“Remind me never to let you near a knife during battle,” Angrod teased, patting Elrond on the back. Despite their jokes, they made sure he had a hearty meal by the end of the day, calling it his “reward for surviving culinary combat.”

10. Galadriel’s “Adoption” of Elrond

Galadriel had a habit of claiming Elrond as “hers” whenever her brothers teased him too much. Once, when Finrod poked fun at Elrond for mispronouncing an ancient elvish word, Galadriel stepped in with a sharp look.

“You leave my Elrond alone,” she said, pulling him protectively into her side. “Your Elrond?” Finrod repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Yes, mine,” she declared, her tone daring anyone to challenge her.

From then on, whenever the brothers teased Elrond too much, he’d sidle up to Galadriel and say, “Tell them I’m yours again,” earning a fond laugh and a hug.

11. Elrond’s Love for Nature

Despite his initial reluctance on those long hikes, Elrond eventually developed a deep love for nature, thanks to Galadriel and her brothers. He’d often sit quietly by a stream or under a tree, sketching the landscapes or jotting down notes about the flora and fauna.

One time, Galadriel caught him talking softly to a deer that had wandered into their camp. “Are you giving it a lecture?” she teased, startling him. “I was just…explaining that it shouldn’t eat poisonous plants,” he said, blushing.

Galadriel found this endlessly endearing and made a habit of teasing him about his “lectures for wildlife.”

12. The Day Elrond Beat Finrod at Chess

Elrond was always the strategist, and one day, he managed to outsmart Finrod during a chess game. The brothers, who had been watching with mock disinterest, erupted into cheers when Finrod finally had to concede defeat.

“Well done, little one,” Finrod said, clapping Elrond on the shoulder. “You’re officially the smartest person in this family.” “That’s not saying much,” Aegnor quipped, earning a playful swat from Finrod.

Galadriel, who had been watching with a proud smile, added, “He’s been the smartest since day one. You’re all just slow to notice.”

13. Nighttime Cuddles

As Elrond grew older, he still sought out Galadriel’s comfort during difficult times. On particularly rough nights, he’d knock softly on her door, his voice barely above a whisper. “Galadriel? Can I stay with you?”

She’d always let him in without hesitation, wrapping him in her arms as they lay on her bed. “You’re too old to be afraid of the dark,” she’d tease gently. “I’m not afraid of the dark,” he’d reply, his voice muffled against her shoulder. “I’m just…fond of your company.”

She’d laugh softly, holding him close as she stroked his hair. “Fond of my company, or fond of stealing my blankets?”

“Both,” he admitted, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Okay so this one is longer:

14. The Winter Lake Incident

One particularly cold winter, Galadriel’s brothers decided it would be "fun" to take Elrond and Elros to a frozen lake for some “adventurous” fun. The idea was innocent enough—just a bit of sliding and skidding across the ice. Naturally, Finrod, being the ringleader, encouraged Elrond to try gliding across a particularly thin section of the lake.

“It’s fine!” Finrod had assured, waving a hand dismissively. “You’re light as a feather compared to me. It’ll hold!”

Elrond, hesitant but eager to impress Galadriel’s brothers, stepped carefully onto the ice. For a moment, everything seemed fine—until the ominous crack of ice breaking echoed through the winter air.

“Elrond!” Elros screamed as his twin plunged into the icy water.

The brothers were quick to act, pulling him out with cloaks and ropes, but by the time they got him back to the shore, Elrond was shivering uncontrollably, his lips turning blue.

When they returned to the camp, drenched and freezing, Galadriel was waiting for them. The sight of Elrond—soaked, pale, and trembling—made her face go from concerned to thunderous in an instant.

“What happened?!” she demanded, her sharp tone enough to make even Finrod falter.

“He, uh… slipped,” Finrod tried, scratching the back of his head.

“He slipped?” Galadriel’s eyes narrowed dangerously as she draped her thickest cloak around Elrond. “Into a lake?!”

Elrond tried to defend them, his voice shaky from the cold. “It was my fault. I—”

“Absolutely not,” she interrupted, gently pulling him into her arms. “This is on them. My stupid brothers.”

From that moment on, Galadriel was livid.

She didn’t speak to her brothers for days, and whenever they tried to apologize, she’d glare at them and mutter things like, “You’re lucky he’s still breathing,” or, “I should throw you into a lake and see how you like it.”

Galadriel stayed by Elrond’s side as he recovered. He developed a nasty cold from his plunge into the icy waters, and she refused to leave him for even a moment.

She sat beside his bed, holding his hand and fussing over him. “You’re not to move until you’re fully warm,” she instructed, tucking the blankets around him for the hundredth time.

“Galadriel, I’m fine,” Elrond croaked, his voice hoarse from coughing.

“You are not fine,” she retorted, smoothing his hair back from his damp forehead. “You’re lucky you didn’t freeze to death!”

She’d sit with him through the night, her hand never leaving his. When he’d drift off to sleep, she’d hum soft songs, her voice soothing and protective.

Even long after Elrond recovered, Galadriel continued to hold a grudge against her brothers. Every time they came around to see Elrond, she’d cross her arms and give them the iciest look she could muster.

“Have you come to drown him again?” she’d ask sarcastically.

“Galadriel, that was an accident!” Finrod protested.

“An accident that could have killed him,” she snapped, then turned her back on them to offer Elrond a warm mug of tea. “Here, drink this. Unlike some people, I care about your well-being.”

Despite her biting words, her brothers could see the love and protectiveness in her actions.

Elrond, though embarrassed by all the attention, secretly found comfort in Galadriel’s care. He’d often wake up to find her asleep in a chair beside his bed, her hand still holding his.

“Galadriel,” he whispered one morning, his voice still rough but stronger. “You don’t have to stay all the time.”

“I do,” she insisted, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Because clearly no one else is capable of keeping you safe.”

Elrond smiled faintly, squeezing her hand. “Thank you.”

Her brothers, peeking in from the doorway, were quick to tease. “Oh look, she has a new favorite ,” Aegnor whispered loudly.

Galadriel shot them a glare so sharp that they immediately ducked back out, leaving Elrond chuckling softly.

Though the incident became a running joke among the family (“Remember the time Elrond tried to become a fish?”), it also brought them closer. Galadriel’s brothers were extra careful with Elrond after that, always checking the stability of ice or the depth of rivers before letting him near them.

And Galadriel? She became even more fiercely protective of Elrond, often declaring, “He’s mine to look after. I don’t trust you lot.”

From that winter onward, whenever anyone brought up the frozen lake incident, Galadriel would respond with a smirk and say, “At least I’m not the sibling who almost drowned him.”

[dreamii-yume]

Hello! ♥︎

I am BACK with another underrated Japanese Yandere Audio Drama ASMR recommendation for y’all~! Because this is all I’ve been doing in my spare time, I have no goddamn excuses on why I haven’t been posting much 🤡 This, my friends, is the reason why I’m so damn inactive these days lol BUT HEY—Please don’t go 🥺 This one is a real fucking gem, Darlings—I don’t understand why it has so little views on Youtube because it has everything I wanted in my hornii. There’s the plot, the smut (It’s not very explicit as to a full-on fucking, because Youtube—Just a few lewd lip sounds, that’s all 🫣 But that’s all I needed to get the neurons working) and there’s kinda some angst in there(?)

Anyway, it’s an hour-long! 🧎‍♀️ I was so happy after I was done listening to it and kinda speechless ngl ☠️ I dug hard for this gem and I’m not about to gatekeep anyone from finding it and sharing the experience (dont ask how i stumbled upon this one though, you dont wanna know how much ive been scrolling on youtube to find this, my friends 🧎‍♀️)

It’s a Yandere Audio Drama that is simply titled “Nya-chan” 🫣 Ominously adorable title, but it’ll make sense as you listened to it. As always, it doesn’t have an english translation as of now which is extremely unfortunate because I think a lot of people would’ve appreciated this more if it does—BUT THAT’S WHY IM HERE EVERYONE 👀👋

So, if you don’t mind—Allow me to spoil you all with what happened with a “brief” summary of it all ♥︎ (EDIT : THIS IS A LIE IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR TWO HOURS) BUT I STILL WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO THIS ART PERSONALLY, the voice actor really did a great job with it 😭 check them out, seriously.

Warning : Implied Non-Con | Implied Dub-Con | Implied Stockholm Syndrome | NTR

Kinda got way too into “translating”/“explaining” this one scene by scene so—It’s very chaotic, so that might get annoying so just a heads up lol

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

The story starts off with You (The listener UwU) meeting your fiance’s little brother for the first time and because you want to be a good future Sister-in-Law, you wanted to spend time and bond with him by partaking in his hobbies. He’s an engineer of some kind, and it seems like he’s a talented cook as well because when he found out that you’re hungry, he made you some pasta 🧎‍♀️You praised him, but he says you’re overreacting cause it’s just pasta lol he’s clearly embarrassed—He sounded like wanted to say something else (Probably wanting to cook more for you if you want ✨👀👉👈) but his brother comes in and interrupted him.

Under his breath, he says “Why does he have to be here of all times” which makes me think that this may not be the first time he knew of us…Or he just—y’know got attached that quick. (It really wasn’t specified 😭 or I might’ve just missed it somewhere 🤡) But ANYWAY, THE NEXT DAY—

You both met again, and he’s surprised that see you and where you work at because it’s close to his (?) You pointed out his office clothes, and he thought you were making fun of him, but was pleasantly surprised to hear you say that he looks good in it and he thanks you for it. Flustered, he changes the subject and ask where your fiance may be because he couldn’t get hold of him lately—It seems like he’s working overtime and he feels kinda bad that you’re going to eat dinner alone, so he sighs and invites you over to his place so he can make you something. He’s a real tsundere at this point of the audio drama, which was very cute lol But he seems like he has a soft-spot for you, because once he saw how you really look like you want to try his cooking again, he caved in quick lmao

At his home, he sarcastically praises your appetite and was impressed by the fact that you’re able to act so close woth him, despite only meeting for the few times lmao we have no shame. Your only reason was because you see him as you’re own younger brother too, and he only hums and scolds you more lol Even though he sounds like he’s all annoyed with you, he still encourages you to still eat more and stop complaining ☠️ He says he can guarantee the taste but plating is not his strongest forte lol

Then, he suddenly asks if you’re gonna contact your fiance anytime soon about this and it seems like you didn’t plan to do that—In which he scolds you again and say that you should, because he (your fiance) might think it’s weird. Again, you told him it’s fine because you’re only hanging out with him like how a big sister would with her younger brother…Here, we can hear that hint of disappointment in his voice as he whispers to himself, “…So you don’t see me as a man then.”

Of course, you didn’t quite hear what he says and asks if he can repeat that, but he says it’s nothing and went back to pressure you to continue eating because the food is getting cold.

After a while, you finally finished eating and he praises you for it…Also teasing you for looking so happy about it too along the way. He scolds you about learning how to cook for yourself sometimes, because you sound like you know what good food tastes like lol You told him that—Yeah, maybe from now on, in which he commented that you sound like someone prolonging their diet for tomorrow ☠️ and that’s the kind of person who usually don’t succeed on what they planned ☠️ someone calm this man down jesus christ, i did not to be called out like that ☠️ You asked him if he could teach you instead, but he refuses because he said he was self-taught and can’t teach for shit, so he tells you to learn it by yourself. Damn bro.

Then, this is where he shifts the conversation towards you instead—He asks where you and his brother met, in which you replied with the Cat Café he often visits and Yandere-kun doesn’t seem surprised lol His brother often invites him there, but he always refuses because he’s not good with crowds—Though he likes cats…AGAIN WITH THE WHISPERING he says “…If only I went with him at that time.” “Maybe I could’ve met you earlier than him.” BOI 👏

You asked him what he’s whispering about, and he denies saying anything like he always does and asked you to continue your love story with his brother. It seems like you met his brother when he was at his clumsiest, accidentally scaring a cat, and the cat made a mess, so you got angry with him. Because of that, you both met a second time for him to help you clean up, and things escalated from there—

Idk, Yandere-kun keeps saying wow that sounds like something out a manga—All sounds like he’s impressed and shit but I have a feeling that he’s so annoyed somehow lmao He sounds dead inside ☠️ He says something about it all probably being a “miracle of love” lmao He sounds so insulting about it 🧎‍♀️

He asks why you fell in love with his brother, like what’s so good about him? And you answered “The way he seems so silly, but is actually very reliable” or something—and somehow, he knew and understood that it had to be that reason too because he, too, knew what his brother’s strongest point is…Though, he didn’t know that girls likes those kinds of men too. He proceeds to slander you for having simple tastes ☠️ lmao

The conversation then starts to shift towards himself as he slowly begins to reveal how he feels inferior compared to him—Since his brother seems to have everything, while he’s just there on the shadows. You took notice of this and assured him that, at the very least, he’s still very kind. He’s flustered, embarrassed, scratches his head as he appreciates you for saying that.

…But HOO BOI THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING—You then asked something about him, wondering if he, too, has someone he likes romantically. He was surprised to hear that actually, hesitates, but turns serious and says, “Yes…Yes, I do have one.”

“She’s very bright, kind, and a handful. She’s older than me, but so unreliable that I just can’t leave her alone.” He sounds incredibly embarrassed. “She eats the food I make with a big smile on her face…and it makes me really happy.”

But he suddenly sounds solemn. “…But that person is getting married next month, and I’m still in shock.” He laughs a little, but he sounds so sad 🥺 “I kept thinking, why is it not me? Maybe if I have met her earlier, maybe that could’ve been me by her side.”

“Why do I have to meet her when it’s all too late…? It’s really unfair.” 🥲

“But you know what’s worse?” He starts getting a little weird like he just fucking gave up on trying to hide his feelings lmao “The one that, that person is getting married to…is actually my own older brother. So, I don’t know what to do about that.”

OF COURSE, THAT SOUNDS SUS AF so, as an act of defending yourself against the awkwardness, you stood up from your seat and about to fuck off to oblivion, when he stops you like “Wait, hold up—Please, don’t leave 🥺” He admits that he was frustrated on the fact that people view you and your fiance as this sort of “fated couple”, and it makes him sick. It feels like his brother got something he wanted and once again, he lost. Yandere-kun admits that he doesn’t have that many friends, nor does he have a girlfriend himself, so it’s always his brother who gets all the attention. The expectation that was supposed to be his was given to his brother himself, so he hated how it’s happening again with you this time…and it feels like the universe is forcing him to give up on everything for his brother.

“…But why do you have to be so nice to me?“ It turns out he was actually trying to give up on pursuing you too, but it hurts because he doesn’t want to—Since you’re so nice to him, you spend time with him, and had praised him more than anyone has…But you only see him as a younger brother and not as a man. He felt like you asking if he has anyone he likes was the final straw, and he couldn’t help but laugh. He comments how insensitive you are 😭 Like having no self-awareness and all that shit man

But he knew that you were only trying to bond with him only because you want to have a good, healthy relationship with your soon-to-be Brother-in-Law…But that’s when he finally snaps and how that’s never gonna happen, “From the very first time we met, I’ve only seen you as a woman more than anyone else.” So, he will never see you as just Sister-in-Law, he loves you too much.

He was surprised himself to know how weak he actually is, because just thinking of you was this fucking painful and he’s pissed that he can’t even help himself…and embraces you, finally being able to touch you freely, and commenting on how nice you smell like.

“Hey…How do you think I can be freed from this pain?“ “How do you think am I supposed to give up on you?” Because he doesn’t want to give up on you, he wants you to fall in love with him as well and asks if that’s really such a bad thing.

Perhaps a little freaked out, you began to call your fiance’s name instinctively but he scolds you, “Please…don’t call anyone’s name but mine right now.” AND FUCKING SOFT KISSES YOU. He demands you to say his name, and when you hesitantly did—He’s on cloud-nine, asks you to repeat it again and again, and again as he KISSES YOU EVERYTIME.

“I can’t…I can’t take it anymore, come here.”

You obviously resists as he takes you somewhere, and he 😭 kinda politely asks you to stop struggling because he doesn’t want to be rough with you lmao He wants you to listen to him as he continues to force you to make-out with him (with slightly aggressive moaning, mind you ☠️) and keeps on obsessively (desperately) telling you that he loves you as if that shit was going to change anything lol but well—who knows 👀 foreshadowing, am i right Also he tells you that you shouldn’t hold your voice because he wants to ｈｅａｒyou loud and clear, so just keep on paying attention to him and he’ll make you feel good ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

THEN THE AUDIO FADES BECAUSE YOUTUBE 🫠 But it’s assumed that whether it’s forcefully (which is VERY MUCH likely lol) or not, he manages to get his way with you through the night 🧎‍♀️Mfcker even has the audacity to ask for permission, but I don’t think he would’ve cared if you had said no lmao ☠️

The next day (?) comes, or maybe it’s still night idk it’s not really specified BUT AFTER SEGGSY SESSION, he asks if it hurt (BITCH)—He proceeded to apologize, like seriously apologized🧎‍♀️Even he didn’t know why he resorted to forcefully taking you, despite knowing that it’s wrong. But whenever he thinks about how you’re going to be his brother’s wife soon, all he sees is red…He keeps apologizing and says he really doesn’t mean it and understands if you won’t be able to forgive him anytime soon.

…Perhaps you were guilty about the fact that you unknowingly lead his feelings on by being close to him too, you apogized in which he denies immediately—Saying you didn’t do anything wrong, and that everything is on him.

To compensate, you suggested to just simply forget everything that happened until now—But Yandere-kun doesn’t quite agree with that solution. “…Am I supposed to just forget about something that made me so happy?” He says he can’t do that, but realizes that he was being selfish again and apologized as he begrudingly agreed to do just that. “I guess it’s better than you reporting me to the police.” He said, it’s the least that he can do.

“I’ll…I’ll forget about what happened…Definitely. But just for this moment, will you stay with me?” You somehow agreed, and he hugs you tight—Whispering yet another apology.

Some time later after what happened, I guess…Oh, and it’s getting closer to your wedding day PFFT He calls you through the phone, and he was surprised that you answered—He’s sorry for calling you, but he says his brother is at his place and has something he needed your help with, so he asks if you want to eat lunch with them…But he understands if you don’t want to, since it’ll be awkward with him there after what happened. But you agreed anyway, “Are you sure?” He asks, but says he’ll be waiting for you then eventually.

He welcomes you to his home, and it’s not really explained here—But you were surprised to see him, maybe because he looks horribly depressed 😭 He tells you to just go inside and sit your ass down lol You ask where your brother is and he says he went to the convenience store to buy something and he’ll be back soon (doubt) and AGAIN he apologizes for what happened between the two of you, which makes me think that he’s really reflecting on his actions and I’m just being a little bitch about it ☠️ He said he’s gotten better at controlling his feelings now, and swears to you that it won’t happen again (DOUBT)

You assured him, and he finally sounds happy omg He admits that he was sad the past few days because he thought you won’t be able to talk to him again—But seeing you right now, talking to him, and reassuring him made him so glad that he’s wrong 🥹 He’s very grateful and you jokingly tell him he sounds strange compared to before.

He kinda agrees with that and admits that he loved you too much before, and every time he remembers the things he says and did, it made him incredibly embarrassed lol Though he feels better now, since he doesn’t usually have this kind of gloomy personality, so he’s fine now 🙃

…He then suggests to play a game, while waiting for his brother to come back 🙃 A very simple, easy game 🙃 Just close your eyes, hold out both your arms, listen to what he’s saying, and focus which hand is holding yours—Left or right 🙃 Ｓｉｍｐｌｅ，　ｒｉｇｈｔ？ 🙃

If you win, he’ll congratulate you on your wedding—Buy you whatever present you want…”What if you win?” You asked🧎‍♀️And this mfcker just went “What? Don’t tell me you’re worried that I’m gonna make you do something weird or something?” He laughs and strictly told you to just close your eyes alreadg lol He keeps praising you like you’re a kid and assures you that he’s moved on 🙃 So you don’t have to worry anymore 🙃 That from now on, he’s going to be your little brother like you always wanted 🙃 and it’s not like he’ll be able to do anything weird when his brother can come home anytime lol

The amount of (doubt) I had was immaculate when listening to this for the first time, darlings—Can you tell ☠️ He says if he won…He’ll let you cook dinner next time, cause he’s sick of always being in-charge of the cooking and wants to try your cooking this time.

So, then the game begins…Or not lol He’s still preparing, and the first thing he does? Obviously—Gets as close as he possibly can towards your right ear because it’s “necessary” lmao This man ain’t slick ☠️ Obviously, you’re a bit uncomfortable with that, but he says that if you give up now before anything has even started, you won’t get a wedding present from him lol “Don’t worry, it only tickles at the start. You’ll get used to it soon.” AND THEN THE GAME ACTUALLY BEGINS LMAO ARE YOU READY???

Close your eyes, repeats the rules about your hands and he—He begins to fucking BLOW on your ears ☠️ This was fucking tingly af ngl, not something to listen to whilst the dead of the night because it’s actually relaxing af jesus christ…ANYWAY, HE’S SEDUCING YOU BTW.

He bites, sucks, and licks on your ear, encouraging your body temperature to go up and proceeds to ｇａｓｌｉｇｈｔ you into thinking that there’s ABSOLUTELY NOTHING wrong nor suggestive with what he’s doing, nu-uh 🫠🫠 It’s all part of the challenge of the game, he says and your ears are just sensitive lmao He commentates on what he’s doing too omg “My tongue is going deep inside your ear.” EAR PORN HITS DIFFERENT NOW, DOESNT IT ☠️

This sussy moment continues on for the next few minutes—But like, as it’s happening, you can hear some really…ominous sounds of something shuffling in the background like someone rummaging for something and like ??? Obviously you’re curious and FINALLY—He asks which hand is holding yours right now…You answered correctly, and he proudly tells you to open your eyes for a job well-done and BOOM.

You’ve been handcuffed 🤡

He cut off every sensory you could possibly have at that moment just to distract you from noticing what he was doing. “I tricked you? No, that was all part of the game.” You probably started raising your voice, but he shushes you—Telling you to shut up, because he’s going to make you feel good again ☠️ GETS ME EVERY TIME GODDAMN IT LMAO Ladies, remember that all men do is lie 😔 (sigh)

He sounds WAY different than who he was before, which makes me think that he was only acting weak, because he sounds assertive now as he drills lewd words right into your head. “Who’s in front of you right now? Say my name.” But you call for help, called your fiance’s name instead. He shushes you gently and corrects your mistake…but asks you again, “Who’s touching you right now? It’s me, isn’t it?”

Maybe you didn’t answer, to scared to say anything—So, he reassures you by instilling you with his own twisted logic : “Don’t worry too much about my brother.” He says, like the devil on your shoulder. “You haven’t been officially married yet, so it’s fine. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

“You, me, or my brother. We’re not doing anything wrong.” He says, he sounds like he has a smile on his face as he continues to brainwash you into doing the wrong thing. “…So, say my name. Look at me and only me, because you’re the only one I can see.”

“Fall in love with me.”

“It’s fine. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

“Nothing at all.”

He kisses you a few more times, to give further validity with what he’s saying and at this point, I think you’re slowly giving up—Because there’s really nothing else you can do but accept it. He convinces you that his kisses feels good, and that you loved being kissed with tongue—and with your feeble, slowly-getting-fucked-out mind, you begin to agree with everything he says. So, he promises you that he can make you feel even better.

“I’ll always be with you.” He says, which had you confused—So, he states the obvious, “Because I’m going to be with you forever.”

“Aren’t you happy that there’s someone in this world who loves you as much as I do?”

He suggest for the two of you to “Do it” again—Your losing your focus, so he had successfully convinced you into saying that you want to do it too…He tells you that he’s happy that you’re thinking that way ♥︎

🫣🫣🫣

WE’RE ALMOST TO THE END GUYS PLEASE BEAR WITH ME, THIS IS AN HOUR-LONG AUDIO DRAMA BUT ITS SO GOOD.

After sexy time, the term “Nya-chan” has finally been addressed for the first time and it seems like while y’all we’re fucking, he was calling you that all this time. He wonders why he was calling you that too—But he guessed that it’s because he had always seen you as a little selfish-bratty cat whenever you’re eating the food he makes, so he just ended up calling you “Nya” as a nickname…Nya as in the Meow in Cat

He likes it, it feels special because he’s the only one who can call you that—He repeats it over and over again and asks if he can call you that from now on. You agreed, so I guess that’s your name from now on, Darling ♥︎👋 Nya-chan 😺 He feels so happy calling you that, it’s so special to him that he begins to cry—He loves Nya too much🧎‍♀️

(My typing hand is dying)

The next day—Someone is calling him and tells you to stay put. It’s his workplace, it seems like they need him for something despite the fact that it’s his day-off lmao somethings never change huh 😭 He’ll still go, but then he notices that you’re now standing in front of the entrance door, and he asks you if you’re going somwhere…But you don’t you say anything, so he figured that you might’ve been too afraid to stay here all by yourself…He steps closer to you, apologized for not noticing your worries earlier—But like, “I was so happy when you told me that you’ll stay with me forever, so I just trusted that you won’t leave.”

“Sorry, have you come to hate me now?” He starts to get a little unhinged, like you triggered something in him, which quite frankly means—That he’s becoming scary again ☠️ “…Hey, did I do something wrong?”

“You’re not…trying to run away, are you?” He steps REALLY close, those footsteps sounds heavy and the little laugh on his voice—Like you just said something really ridiculous and shows that he’s a little pissed 🧎‍♀️Dear God… “Let’s have a little talk, shall we?“

And he slams you to the fucking wall.

“…That’s not it, right? You’re not trying to run away, right? You understand that, right?” He bombards you with questions that I don’t even think you’re answering because he’s already convincing himself that you won’t run away, because you love him, yknow? Why would you even think of something like that lol—Like the little delusional man he is ☠️ He says he’s sorry for being suspicious, he’s just worried for his little Nya and that’s on him. You never know what’s out there.

“I’m so, so goddamn worried that I might lose it once I imagine what will happen to you if you leave this room, Nya.” He’s sounding more and more deranged. “Hey, you’ll understand that, won’t you? WONT YOU?”

He kisses you once again to prove how much he loves and cares about you, but goddamn he’s as yandere as one can get because even I’m scared of how twisted this man’s bipolar-ass kind of love ☠️ He continues to tell you all the things he’s scared of happening when you get out, like when another weird man comes in to sweep you off by the feet and he doesn’t want that 😭 It’s like this man just completely erased the fact that you and his brother are engaged and would actually be getting married in a few days lol Guess that ain’t happening anytime soon now ☠️

“Nya wouldn’t want that to happen to you too, right?“ He baby-talks you, plays with your mind and using this kind of manipulative-guilt-tripping shit going on. He even goes threatning her by saying how even he won’t be able to touch her again if you’ve become tainted by others—And in turn, no one will. So, he scares you into understanding his forceful and terrifying logic…And he’s satisfied with what you become.

He apologizes for being rough before, for almost giving you a goddamn concussion lmao Because damn he’s well-aware that he’s losing his mind, and the fact that you’re the only saving grace he has, he will do his damn best to keep you by his side—Whatever means necessary.

Another time-skip has passed—The next day came and he whispers good morning to you as you’re still chained down on the bed. He apologizes for it being tight (your wrists are probably fucked ngl) so, he’ll loosen them up a little but make sure you don’t run away, okay 👁👁 He’ll be looking at you through the camera (!?) so don’t do anything sus, okay 🧎‍♀️ sorry i love this voice drama so much

Then, someone rang the doorbell—So, Yandere-kun very gently (INTIMIDATINGLY) tells you to not be too loud as he went to go see who it is…Has a few conversation about that person, acting like he’s a normal human-being there for a second and soon—He comes back to you and you asked who it was. He said it was no one important, just the landlord…looking for a lost cat.

“…I sure hope they find it soon.”

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

(SOBBING)

“BRIEF SUMMARY” MY ASS—Sorry, I had too much fun translating and commentating on this lmao ☠️☠️ ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. I’m sure there were a few error in this, but like—I wish I have the general knowledge down at least so that you could understand what happened 🤡 Apologies for that lol

Please listen to the actual audio drama, it’s free on youtube—I swear it’s a different experience with voice on. It changed my life fr だいきりASMR is a hidden diamond in the rough, why is no one talking about them 😩 I’m gonna go listen to more of their content, and I’ll share some with you all if I find something more interesting to translate and commentate on lol 👀 chaotically, if y’all are into that haha

Also, I love how someone can portrait a yandere like this—A yandere that doesn’t rely too much on violence and I love the fact that he’s not just the typical sadistic type of Yandere, yknow? 😭 Like he’s just some poor pathetic bastard who fell in love with the wrong person, at the wrong time—So, you can’t help but kinda feel bad for him ☠️ PEOPLE TAKE NOTES.

[brudiza-spudnik]

Trick or treat.... again???? (i just love sharing music and hearing peiple be passionate about music so please 👉👈🥺)

you get: A TWOFER!!!!! I wanted to share these songs as a pair because I think they complement each other nicely.

SONG 1 IS: Relocation by Axel Thesleff

I've posted this one before on here but it's worth revisiting. This is fairly early in the Thesleff chronology, posted in the middle of his IDM era - though you can only tell by the squeaking and tittering glitch effects behind the main beat. This song takes a slow, measured, introspective approach to the fall vibes, sampling Atlas Sound's "A Ghost Story" among heavy reverb and simple melodies.

SONG 2 IS: Exercise 5: September by CFCF

CFCF takes heavy influence from minimalism across his early catalog, and it's very audible here. It remains more or less calm throughout with its slow pads and quiet, muffled lyrics (from David Sylvian's 1987 track of the same name), but its breakbeat percussion and multiple interacting themes invite the listener to bob along. It is the autumn chill taken in a more upbeat and rhythmically complex direction.

[annaraebananawriter]

Heeyyyy idk if ur still doing the sentence prompts but like… am i supposed to just let you go?… but with Dream and Nightmare would be 😩👌 just saying 👀🥺👉👈

That's a very good pairing, I agree.

And if we twist it around a bit to make it Dream talking to a ghost/hallucination of Passive Nightmare...well, we'll just have to see how that plays out, won't we?

The only real warning here is Dream living in a state of denial. But we already knew he did that, really, so is it really a warning? But if I missed any other things I should've warned about, please let me know!

Happy reading!! Prompt is italicized.

~oOo~

Dream doesn't tend to pay too much attention to him anymore. He used to, back at the beginning, when he was still in freefall and catching up. Before everyone gave them the looks and made him feel guilty of something. Doing something shameful, something embarrassing. He used to cling and whimper and try to hug him and try to get anyone else to see him. They would all give him these pitying eyes and gently coax him into switching topics.

It made him feel crazy. It made him feel broken. Maybe he was.

But whether real or just a figment of his imagination, after finding that hundreds of years have passed and your brother now hates you and wishes you dead, after finding your friends and being thrust upon yet another pedestal--if all of this happened and you had a ghost lingering over your shoulder that looked like your brother back when he was yours and yours alone, wouldn't you want to cling to him, too? Wouldn't you do everything possible to somehow make this ghost real and tangible?

Nighty always vanished when Nightmare was around, anyway. It wasn't hard to separate the two. There was his brother, his Nighty, who was always with him, just as he should be and then there was Nightmare, a painful reflection that sounded like his brother, but acted so differently and glared at him with too many negative emotions. When he was doubting himself and what he believed, he closed his eyes and reminded himself of this, how this was proof that Nightmare was not his brother and Nighty was they needed saving and only he could save them because only he knew of Nighty's existence.

Why else would he even exist? Why else would he sleep with a shadow above him? Why would Nighty comfort him during thunderstorms while Nightmare was off safe and sound back at his base? Why else would Dream be here, now, if not for the sole purpose of fixing things?

And he would fix this. He has to.

"You're doing it again."

Dream opens his eyes, giving up on feigning sleep. Rolling over, he finds Nighty sitting next to him, transparent hand hovering over his head. Upon their eyes meeting, his brother retracts it.

"Getting lost," Nighty clarifies, even though he didn't need to bother. He always said this. "I told you to stop. It isn't healthy."

Dream hums. People said that about talking to Nighty in the first place. But if he didn't, he wouldn't have had the strength to be here now. It gives him a purpose, something to fight for. Without Nighty, who was he?

"Dream," Nighty says, sounding stern. "Stop."

"I'm not doing anything."

"You're making things harder."

"People said that about you." Dream says, letting himself fall on his back to stare at the ceiling. It was easier to avoid feeling vulnerable this way. "Remember? They said you were--are, I guess--a hallucination my mind conjured after being traumatized. I couldn't bear to let you go, so I created you as company. They wanted me to forget you."

Nighty is silent for a moment. "Maybe they were right."

He's brought this up before. It felt like betrayal, the first time his brother hesitated and suggested everyone else was right. It's eased over the years, but it still stung. Dream closes his eyes. "Please. Don't do this again."

"I have to try. You won't listen to anyone else."

"Because they're wrong."

"Because you don't want them to be right."

"Same thing."

"You don't want me to not be real. You don't want to be hurt by the past. You don't want to accept that things have changed, your brother has changed."

Dream opens his eyes and looks back at Nighty. "Do you not want to be real?" He doesn't acknowledge the rest of what his brother said.

Nighty smiles sadly. "It doesn't matter what I want."

"So, what?" Dream says, closing his eyes again against the burn of tears. "Am I just supposed to let you go? You're not some hallucination, Nighty. You're real. You're real." It sounded like he was trying to convince himself instead of Nighty.

"You could...talk to him." Nighty offers, saying the words carefully.

Him. Nightmare.

Dream makes himself scoff. "No thanks. Nightmare isn't you."

"How do you know that?"

How does he, indeed?

Because Nighty is kind and good and comforting. He gets lost in libraries whenever Dream helps around in one, rambling about books and getting excited over new ones. He has read so many books because his brother has begged him to get them. Nighty is his brother, just as funny and smart as he always was.

Nightmare, on the other hand, is cruel and a killer and mean. He is mocking and insulting and just wrong. It doesn't matter that he always keeps an eye on his boys, turning back at the first sight of one of them being hurt. It doesn't matter that, despite saying he hates him and claiming he wants him dead, he has never fatally wounded Dream, not yet. It doesn't matter that he's seen Nightmare out of fights, when his brother hasn't noticed him, and he's buying new books and laughing and is just--just...happy.

It doesn't matter because it's not real. Nightmare is a facade, something to hide that his brother is lost and scared and in need of help. In need of saving. Nighty is a ghost, yes, but he's...

He's here. Nighty is here, right beside him.

That's all the proof Dream wants.

Dream swallows, turning away. He pulls the blanket up around his chin. "I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight."

Luckily, Nighty doesn't say anything else. Only sighs. "Goodnight, Dream. Sweet dreams." And then he falls silent, ready to wait until he wakes up. He always waits.

Usually, anyway.

Sometimes, when they have talks like this, Nighty is gone when he wakes up. But he always comes back. Because he's Nighty, not Nightmare. He's his brother. He'll always come back for him. He has to. He has to.

[moash]

a few years ago i actually wrote the beginning of a fic where taravodium drops moash like a potato if anyone wants to see it 🥺👉👈

tw for suicide baiting and self harm

It took a while for Odium to finally speak with him. Moash expected it to come soon after the failure at Urithiru, but it did not. A day passed with no word. He wondered if Odium waited because he was so displeased with Moash’s failures, but he was not capable of feeling anxious about it. He just waited patiently for Odium to come to him.

When the Everstorm came, Moash stepped out into the storm. The wind and rain whipped at his face and clothes, but he was not afraid. He was not capable of being afraid. Thunder sounded in the distance, but he could no longer see the flashes of red lightning that came before them.

The loss of his sight did not bother him—as nothing was capable of bothering him, of course—but he did consider it to be a tactical disadvantage. He did not know why neither stormlight nor voidlight had cured him. His eyes had regrown from the charred hollows they’d been, but his new eyes did not work. He figured the affliction was special in some way due to the Kholin woman’s bond to the tower spren. The root of the injury did not concern him. Odium would fix it when they spoke again.

Even if he was angry with Moash, he would not leave him this way.

Suddenly the rain and wind disappeared. The air was dry and warm around him.

Vyre, Odium addressed him, and Moash turned to the direction of his voice and bowed. Tell me of what happened at the tower.

Something was off about his voice, but Moash could not place it. It was not his place to question Odium. He started his account of what had transpired at Urithiru. The fault for the failure laid with the Pursuer and the Lady of Wishes.

Lezian had ignored his order not to touch Kaladin and had thus been killed once again, ruining the trap Odium and Moash had laid for Kaladin in the process.

Raboniel had betrayed them, delaying her research of the crystal pillar to scheme with the human queen. She chose in her last moments to defend Navani Kholin from him, and he would have hated her for denying him justice, if he could.

Moash had nothing to fear from telling the truth. The fault was not his, and he could not feel afraid regardless.

You lay the blame at the feet of my Fused?

“I tell the events as they happened,” Moash said. “It is not my fault.”

Odium hummed in consideration, and then Moash realized what was wrong with his voice.

Yet you were tasked with this job, Odium said, and Moash listened carefully. Does not part of the responsibility for its failure rest with you?

He had not spoken to the rhythms.

Though Moash could not see the god who sat before him, as Odium spoke Moash could tell the figure that sat on the throne before him was human, not singer. He was not Odium.

How was that possible?

Though your account of the betrayals of my Fused are not without merit. Both Lezian the Pursuer and Raboniel Lady of Wishes are dead now and beyond my questioning. I must rely on—

“Who are you?” Moash said suddenly, interrupting Odium mid-sentence. He stood from his position on his knees to face the false Odium standing tall.

Odium did not answer for a moment, but Moash did not doubt himself in the absence of an answer. He was beyond doubts.

I am your master, Odium said. I am the one who takes your pain, who feels your passions. You serve me.

“I do not serve you,” Moash said.

Instantly the air shifted. Moash fell to his knees gasping as his pain returned to him. Teft…

“Take it back!” he yelled. “I— I do serve you! I’m—” He gasped for air.

Odium merely hummed again, a flat disappointed human tone. I still have much to learn. What was it that gave me away?

Moash could not answer. “Please,” he begged through tears. Everything hurt. “Take it back. I was wrong. You are my master. I serve you.”

No.

“No?”

No. I have no use for you, Odium continued. I cannot comprehend what Rayse saw in you, but to me, you are utterly useless.

What was it that you told Kaladin Stormblessed? There was one path to freedom for him. You had found the better path.

“No,” Moash whimpered. “Please…”

Now you have walked that path to its end. You gave your pain to me. You were almost perfect. Unchained. Only one thing held you back.

Moash shook his head. “I am… I could be unchained.”

But I have no need of you, and so that path is closed to you now. Tell me, will you seek freedom still? How long will it take you to find the other path?

Then the rain began again. Moash was on his knees, cold to his core. Fear lanced through him with each thunder crack.

He was alone with himself.

“Wretched, wretched, wretched…” he muttered under his breath, raking his nails hard against the skin on the back of his neck.

He waited for lightning to strike him. He screamed himself hoarse, begging Odium for it. No salvation came. When the storm began to lessen, he knew what Odium said was true. There was one path to freedom left for him. He had to choose to take it.

But he couldn’t. He summoned the honorblade to his hand, but he could not make himself do it.

When the storm had fully passed, there was nothing left to do. He started walking.

literally how can anyone see moash’s pov and not understand why it’s a better story on every level if he lives and redeems? remember when he grabbed the slave driver’s whip and pulled him down and said “you’re supposed to be better than this”? remember when odium said he wanted moash to recruit kaladin and moash said he would rather kaladin die than be like him and that would be a mercy? remember when he was bleeding out in the snow, struck with all his emotions at once—guilt, shame, fear and anger at himself—unable to cry from his burned out eye sockets? like what about all this makes people say “yea he should just die.” ok what happened to the most important step a man can take is the next one, journey before destination? are you not all buying into odium’s ultimate lie that there’s no more journey worth taking?

[darkdevasofdestruction]

hello! if you’re still taking requests for gangsta could i get some hcs of nic with a hard of hearing s/o? kinda like how they would’ve met, how they interact, that kind stuff. 🥺👉👈 thank you so much!

 Oh yes, I get you with the hard of hearing thing, my senses are so poor it’s become a joke now xD

Though you’re not deaf, your hearing is literal shit, to the point that it’s become a thing you joke about a lot with your friends.

Whenever you’re not fully paying attention to someone speaking, you have to ask them to repeat what they were saying since you barely picked up a thing or two about what they were trying to say.

Still, you’re very easy going and chill about the whole situation, and though you hope it doesn’t bother your friends much, you’re not bothered by it either way.

Whether you know what caused your hearing to diminish from the normal parameters, it didn’t even matter anymore.

You first met Nicolas when him and Worick were chasing after a criminal, and the blond called out to you to get out of the way, but you were listening to music on your earbuds so of course you had no idea what was going on behind you - Until the Japanese man bumped into your side roughly, making you fall to the ground with a great thud.

Not only that, but he got off balance and thumbled too, leaving only the Gigolo chasing after that guy while Nic was recovering from the fall.

 The man, now on top of you, got up quickly and extended his hand to you - Which you took - And he started mumbling something.

And you just looked up at him and blinked in confusion.

Which made him look at you weirdly, as to why weren’t you sketching any reaction at all.

“Can you say that again, please?”

And the man repeated the small word - But you didn’t pick it up this time, but in your defense, it sounded like gibberish altogether and you had no idea why he was speaking so unclearly.

Still, you tried to decipher in your head what he tried to say, and then, with a Eureka expression on your face, you let out an ‘Ohhh!’ sound.

“Oh, you apologised! Don’t worry about it, it happens!” your chill, innocent smile surprised him, but at the same time, he thought it was absolutely beautiful.

And what a coincidence, you though he was very attractive too, and seeing how he was just standing there, smiling awkwardly, you asked if he wanted to go for a coffee, to which he immediately agreed, forgetting all about his mission or his partner.

That was your first date.

Sure, he got a lot of shit from Worick after outright deserting him in the middle of a mission, but at the end of the day, he finally got such a nice date!

A date that’s tragic at the basic function of hearing, just like him.

Worick would tease the both of you a LOT. Just because he can.

But he’s very supportive of the two of you, especially since Nic is finally happy.

Speaking of Nic-...

Though he’s not outright speaking about you, he’s always thinking about you, and whenever he does, he has that dreamy smile on his face like he’s drunk in love.

He’s literally the sweetest man in the world, and though a bit clumsy, he’s such a gentleman.

Always brings you flowers or little trinkets, always finds new stories to gossip about with you, and has the best hungs in the world.

This man is so touch starved that if you start petting his hair, he’ll have a kitten grin and outright melt in your touch, even going as far as to cuddle in your arms.

He always wants to impress you, and the best way to do that is with his strength - So as often as he can, even as a surprise, he’ll pick you up bridal style, or as a piggy back ride and walk with you around as much as you like.

And don’t even get me started on how he jumps around with you from the roof of the buildings and laugh merrily with you because you’re having so much fun and he loves making you happy.

He’s absolutely the best boyfriend in the world, bless his soul, and if anyone dares even look at you the wrong way, they will become sashimi.

Overall, the best thing about your relationship is that you don’t have to worry about not hearing what Nic is saying, because you speak in sign language -

But there are some things that he’s forcing himself to speak out loud, and those are his short love confessions.

Whether he says ‘I love you’, ‘You’re beautiful’ or ‘You make me happy’, he will always, without fail, speak it out, and make sure he has your face cupped in  his hands and share a tender eye contact so he knows his feelings are properly shared.

[whiskehorange]

so I neEd to see how brahms and pyramid head would react to their S/O like- having a......wet dream 👉👈 and their S/O is making it very obvious, like they’re moanin and groanin in their sleep and everything 🥺 omg my request is kinda weird I’m s o r r y 💕 I absolutely love your writing though please keep up the work and make sure to take care of yourself 💕

Brahms

This is absolutely not the first times Brahms has heard you doing this, but every single time he hears you whimpering in the night he creeps up real quick to watch your body twitch slightly in your sleep

It gets him hard immediately, wanting to know what you're dreaming about so badly, wanting to step into the room and touch your body so badly to relieve you and himself for the night

He does hold off for a while before finishing himself off to your sounds before gently waking you, hoping that you'll sleepily want to finish your dream. Oh what a coincidence, he's right there rock hard and ready to go, how convenient!

Brahms takes advantage of your wet dreams often, seeing as it relieves his want to still stealthily watch you even though the two of you are together. On good nights where he can keep his hands to himself he'll lie next to you, listening to your moan right into his ear as he attempts horribly to keep his composure

It's not fair that you get to have these types of dreams without him and he's bound to tease you about it later

Pyramid Head

He's always rock hard, but right now he's extra rock hard. He's boulder hard

There is no need for him to sleep, so when he does hear your whimpering and pleading he comes bounding into the room thinking that you're either pleasuring yourself awake or attempting to get his attention

Pyramid Head makes no effort to start going to down undressing you as he comes to, helping you fulfill that dream of yours with something much more memorable and real

Keeps a very close eye on you when you sleep now, standing over you like a damn hawk just waiting for a single moan, a single groan, a single anything that way he can wake you and take you to town if you know what I mean

To be honest, he's jealous that you get to have dreams like that so half of the time he stops them the moment he notices you having one so that you can reenact them out on him. Look he feels left out and just wants to be involved

[celestialking]

can we have more poly!sap and punz? same dynamic as candlelight? 🥺👉👈

A blurb for you ♡

◇ NSFW◇ Minors/Ageless blogs DNI ◇ You will be blocked ◇

Warnings: Just some soft sleepy sex, 

Sapnap was exhausted. He wanted nothing more than to just curl up with you in bed all day long now that he was back from the UK. Of course, he greeted Dream when he got back giving him a hug one that was from both him and all the others that were there, but he needed you. To his surprise however, your room was empty. With there being only one other place you could be he grabbed his car keys and left again. Dream had a knowing smile on his face as he watched the brunette pull out of the driveway and fly down the street. You on the other hand had no idea about the Texan rapidly approaching your location. 

It was late so Punz and you had cuddled up in bed, watched anime for a bit, and had now ended on this activity; Punz lazily thrusting his cock between your thighs. He was pressed up against your back slowly rocking into you, your thighs covered in his pre cum which make a slick noise every time his hips moved. You were both sleepy and lazy, enjoying this intimate yet soft moment. Punz's lips brushed over your neck making you shiver slightly. Every thrust of his cock brushed right up against you perfectly. 

The sound of keys and a door opening made both of you freeze. "Where are you fuckers?" A voice called out. 

You both relaxed hearing Sapnap wander down the hall to the bedroom. A grin spread across his lips as he saw what the both of you had been up to. "Make room," he said kicking off his shoes. You raised an eyebrow but wiggled to make room for him. "Mmhm between, I want between," you rolled your eyes at his demands but moved for him, Punz's cock slipping from between your thighs. 

Sapnap hopped into the bed, squirming between you both. He sighed happily at the feeling of the taller behind him pressing against his back. 

"Welcome home," Punz mumbled pressing a kiss to the back of Sapnaps neck. It wasn't enough though. 

"Cmere honey," Sapnap mumbled. 

You scooted back closer pressing against his chest, you could already feel his hardon pressing against you. Now he was where he should be, Sapnap decided. He let his fingers dip between your thighs just as Punz's cock slipped between his thighs. This is heaven in Sapnaps mind; pressed between his lovers, lazily getting off, listening to their breathy pleasure-filled noises. Nothing could be better, except maybe when both you and Punz had finally cum crying out his name. 

Sapnap turned to let Punz clean the bit of your cum off his fingers before moving to wipe off Punzs' from his thighs. You were the first to come down off your post-orgasmic bliss realizing that he had not yet cum. 

"Wait what about you?" You asked causing Punz to sit up slightly. 

"Don't care," he mumbled already half asleep. "Just wanted to feel you guys," 

You and Punz glanced at each other frowning. "I'm not okay with that," Punz said. You agreed before Sapnap rolled onto his back. 

He muttered something that neither of you could hear, which meant it was an insult, but watched as the Texan attempted to pull off his shorts. 

"Hm?" 

"Suck, please," 

You both chuckled, Punz moving to yank them down. Punz shuffled down the bed more taking Sap's cock in his hand, slowly stroking. "How was the UK?" you asked brushing your hand through Sapnap's hair. His hat had long been removed letting you play with the hair horns he had going on. He shivered under you practically purring. Your nails scratched against his scalp gently before brushing through it and tugging softly. 

"Was good," his sentence was interrupted by a soft moan as Punz wrapped his lips around him. His hips bucked slightly surprising the blonde. 

"You wanna tell us about your trip?" 

"Less talk more suck," Sapnap whined shaking his head. 

You hummed in response before moving down to Punz slightly. You brushed some of his hair behind his ear softly before pushing Punz's head down to take more. 

Sapnap let out a broken moan at feeling the tip of his cock press against the back of Punz's throat. You then began pressing gentle kisses on his cheek moving down to his neck, your hand gently gripped his throat, his hand holding yours there. 

"That's right, you just lay there and look pretty, we'll take good care of you,"  

[clone-whore-99]

Troublemaker

Chapter 13: Waste of Time

The Bad Batch x f!Reader

Warnings: If you thought the angst had stopped then you were sorely mistaken, Crosshair being himself, ignoring boundaries, playful teasing, guns, self-doubt, chaos thoughts, Reader still got plenty of issues LMK if I missed any

Authors Note: Writers block? ✔ An unusual busy summer? ✔ Several mental breakdowns? ✔✔✔ This chapter has spent more time in the closet than I ever did. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, but I still hope you enjoy it ❤

If you like it, please do let me know by liking and commenting and maybe even reblogging, it would mean a lot to me 🥺👉👈 Oh, and if you want to, you can show some support by buying me a coffee ❤

Arriving at Kamino

Work, Armor and... Clones?

Let It Out

You Shouldn't Have Done That

Talk About It

The 20 Questions Game

Crosshair 🌶

Echoes of the Past

The Fight

A Nice Change of Air

Sore Muscles 🌶

Heavy Rain Weights the Mind

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep. You and Crosshair had been talking together for hours on end - well, mostly just you, Crosshair mainly made grunts in agreement or lack thereof. But every now and then he would chime in on the conversation, adding his own twist to it or possibly completely changing the topic.

It had been so nice, lovely, cozy. You made a mental note to thank Wrecker for creating such an atmosphere. The cold from the window contrasting the warmth of Crosshair’s body. The sound of his slow heartbeat in rhythm with the droplets of rain hitting the glass. Crosshairs slow and gentle caressing touch.

You vaguely remember the dark sky turning completely black. And maybe your dad coming back from work, though it could’ve just been a dream.

What a shame such a wonderful night of sleep was interrupted by a rather crude way of waking up.

A hand placed on your shoulder gently shook you awake. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We’re late.” Crosshairs grumpy voice sounded.

“Hmmm, late for what?” You hummed, not ready to open your eyes or move from the comfy spot against the clone.

“Breakfast. The others are already waiting for us in the cafeteria.”

You thought for a second, before nuzzling in closer. “No food, only sleep.”

“It’s gonna be like that, huh?” You could actually hear the eyeroll in his speech. Then you were roughly pushed to the side and the warmth encasing you moved away.

Though you wanted to be annoyed at the rough handling, you were just too tired to care. You snuggled back up against the cushions and made a pouty face towards Crosshair.

Finishing putting on his armor, Crosshair rested one hand on his hip while looking down at you. “You coming?”

“No,” You pouted. “No food, only sleep.”

A heavy sigh was the last thing you heard, before the blanket covering you was ripped away and a pair of hands grabbed around your waist. You didn’t even have the time to fathom what was happening, as your world turned upside down.

You screamed in shock. You started kicking and hitting and pulling yourself out of his grasp, without any luck. You demanded to be let down, bargained for your release, promised you would stop complaining.

Crosshair didn’t listen. He just kept walking with you hanging over his shoulder.

“Quit yelling, you’re making a scene.” He said after a while.

“Then let me down!” You demanded again.

He didn’t. At least not until you reached the others in the cafeteria. Then he put you down on the bench, ordered you to stay put and headed towards the buffet.

You scrunched your nose at him. “I’m not a soldier, you can’t give me orders,” You yelled after him, at this point not caring whether or not you were causing a scene. Afterall, you had already gotten everybody's attention by your entrance. 

“I can restrain you,” Crosshair loudly replied, not caring what others thought, like usual.

“Unbelievable,” You grumbled, leaning against the table and resting your head in your hand.

“Very believable,” Tech corrected, with his classic index finger raised in the air. “You should’ve picked up on Crosshairs usual behavior by now.”

You glared at the genius clone. “I know, it’s just a saying.”

Hunter chuckled. “Rough morning?”

“No…” You sighed, already missing being asleep by the window. “Not until Crosshair decided to toss me over his shoulder.”

A cup of caff was placed in front of you, along with a tray of the usual boring food they served on Kamino. “I gave you the chance to come willingly. You should’ve taken it while you could.”

As you were about to reply with some snide comment, Echo chimed in on the conversation. “I take it as the two of you have made up then?”

“Well,” You looked down at your food in a shy manner and shrugged slightly. “It’s kinda hard not to, with the cozy little nook Wrecker created. Thank you,” You smiled at the gentle giant, who in return rubbed the back of his neck in a shy manner. 

“Eh, don’t mention it. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to relax and be comfortable!” He roared confidently.

“That… Is two things, Wrecker.” Tech corrected.

Wrecker instantly shot back by pointing at the goggled clone and yelling: “You’re two things!”

Techs facial expression turned into a rather rare sight for the clone - one of confusion. “That doesn’t even make any sense,”

You laughed at the brothers usual quarrels, Techs constant need to be right and Wrecker being, well, Wrecker. However, you decided to change the topic before it could get out of hand. “So, what’s your plans for today?”

Tech was the first to respond, already looking through his datapad. “Well, since the medics have confirmed my suspicions about Echo’s sense of balance, I can finally go further with my work on his cybernetic. Hopefully that would mean we can soon, erm…” 

Before he could finish his sentence, Tech looked up at you and saw the hurt in your eyes. You just nodded at him. “That you can soon leave again. I know. I guess that means Echo is going to spend the day with you?”

Echo let out a low, awkward groan. “I guess. He only really needs my head for measurements and all that, but it’s a good time to keep up with my studies on their battle formation.”

“I’m thinking about hitting the shooting range. You wanted to come with?” Crosshair sounded next to you.

Before you could reply, Wrecker let out a loud: “Yea I do! Been too long since our last mission, I’ve been itching to blow some things up!”

You chuckled at his sudden reaction. You weren’t sure if Wrecker knew the question wasn’t meant for him, but you liked the confidence in his reply. “Sure, it’d be fun. Plus I kinda wanna see Wrecker in action, blowing things up and all that.”

Crosshair did not look amused. It was pretty obvious he had hoped for you alone, but he wasn’t going to admit that in front of his brothers. Especially not after you admitted you wanted Wrecker to come along.

Your eyes landed on the leader of the group. “What about you Hunter?”

“Hmm?” The soldier was caught off guard, clearly focused on something else, but you couldn’t tell what. Then his face lit up in realization. “Oh! I, erm, I’m probably just gonna stay back and help Echo with his studies..”

Though you had no certain proof or reason to, you had this weird feeling that Hunter was avoiding you. Which was crazy, obviously! He was just busy, that’s all. So what if he was always away, never really spent too much time alone with you, always seemed to try and keep some distance from you? It was all just a coincidence, you were worried about nothing, really. Afterall, he had just spent a day training with you. It might’ve been while his brothers were cheering him on and most of it was spent with him avoiding your punches and throwing you to the ground, but surely that meant he wasn’t trying to avoid you, right?

Something sharp pushed up your chin and pulled you out of your thought process. 

“You aren’t listening, dollface.” Crosshair said annoyed. He had been explaining to you how to disassemble and reassemble a gun, insisting it was just as important to know as how to shoot with the gun.

You jerked your head away from the toothpick. “Yea I am,” you lied in defense, crossing your arms.

Wrecker was standing behind Crosshair, looking for some explosive he could use in the training facility. He wanted to find the ones that made the most impact, excited to show you one of his greatest loves. 

The three of you had agreed that when you needed a break from shooting, he could go blow things up and you could watch.

Realizing your eyes had shifted over to the man behind him, Crosshair now grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger and forced you to look back at him. “No, you’re not. You’re distracted, which will get you killed on the field.”

You grabbed onto his wrist, trying to pull the grip on your face loose. “Well, then it’s a good thing I don’t belong on the field, huh?”

Crosshair cocked an eyebrow at you. “I thought you wanted to come with us?”

This made your eyes light up, excitement filled your body and you could barely contain it. “Does this mean I can go with you? If I learn all of this!?”

“No,” The cocky bastard replied. “But it’s still good to know.”

Before you even had the chance to think of some clever remark, Crosshair grabbed your wrist and pulled you in front of him. He stood with his chest against your back and used his hands to guide yours, so you had no chance but to learn how to disassemble and reassemble a gun.

After having repeated the action a couple of times, he stepped aside when the gun was disassembled.

“Alright,” He began, leaning against the table with his arms crossed. “Put it back together properly.”

Your mind instantly drew a blank. You knew this. He literally just showed how to do it, several times. But something about the way he was looking at you and expected from you, made you completely freeze up.

With shaky hands hovering over the different parts, you began mumbling to yourself the instructions he had shown you. 

Sighing loudly, Crosshair placed his hand in front of you with a semi-loud slam. “You still weren’t paying attention?” 

“N-no, I was!” You stammered, shocked at the obvious annoyance. “Paying attention, that is. I was paying attention.”

“Then you should at least know the buttstock goes into the receiver. It’s the most obvious part of it.”

“I know!” You shouted in defense, not sure why this made you feel like you were being interrogated. “I know, it’s just… I don’t do well under pressure and you keep staring at me and it’s really unnerving and…”

Wrecker interrupted your sudden rant of excuses to Crosshair: “Ah, let it go, Crosshair! It’s not like she’s gonna need it anyways. Just get over with the shooting already, so I can show her where the real fun is!” 

His large hand landed on your back in what was probably meant as a supportive clap, but instead ended with knocking all the air out of you. Wrecker really had little-to-no control over his strength around you.

Crosshair grumbled a bit in response, before finally caving and reassembled the gun again. It was the same model as last time. You knew he was a sniper, but it was still odd for you to practice with a sniper rifle. Wouldn’t a smaller gun be more convenient for you to learn?

The start of practice wasn’t much different than last time. Crosshair pulled you into the range, turned on the still targets and waited for you to make the first move.

Fine.

You took the position he had shown you last time and used the fence for support. But you barely managed to put a finger on the trigger, when a hand grabbed your shoulder and aggressively adjusted the butt of the rifle against it.

Angry, you glanced up at the sniper next to you, who wasn’t even acknowledging your existence. Instead he was busy looking at the targets.

For some unknown reason, the fact he actively avoided looking at you made you feel more uneasy, than when he was watching your every move. What did you do to make him like that?

Trying to push away the thoughts and that weird feeling in your stomach, you leaned into the scope and lined up your shot. And like last time, you missed - though not as horribly as your first time ever shooting.

Weird. You were certain you had positioned yourself right. You hadn’t been expecting a bullseye already, but at least be within the vicinity of the target.

Determined to prove that you weren’t completely useless - that you actually had learned something last time - you leaned even closer to the scope, only for a sharp pain to hit your back. The kind where you instantly knew you had done something wrong.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Crosshair stated the obvious, rubbing salt in an already sore wound. 

Bitter and kinda hurt about Crosshair's sudden change in approach to you, you stood up straight and threw out your arms in defeat. “You don’t say, Captain Obvious!”

If your hostile tone and sudden change in body posture had any effect on Crosshair, he didn’t show it. His face was unreadable, all except the small twitches of the toothpick between his lips. “Have you listened to anything I’ve told you so far, or has all of this just been a big waste of my time and energy?”

That caught you off guard - something you were nowhere nearly as good at hiding as the man standing before you. His annoyed demeanor and the inability to read his expressions made it sound like he thought spending time with you was the waste. But that couldn’t possibly be it, could it? He always tried to be around you after all. No one who thought you would be a waste of time or energy would do that… Unless they thought they could gain something from you.

A huge knot formed in your stomach at the thought. One so big you could barely breathe - barely stand from just the weight of it. You tried to push it away, tried to rationalize it, tried to do anything to keep it from growing, but the seeds of doubt had been planted and wouldn’t budge.

“Well, sorry I’m not an expert after one time.” You finally replied, your voice sounding more defeated than angry. To make up for the lack of anger in your voice, you threw the gun at him. That’s when another thought popped into your head.

“How do I know you’re so good? So far I’ve never seen you shoot a gun before, you might just be all talk for all I know.”

Crosshair didn’t bite the bait that attempted to anger him. Instead, he just turned to face the targets again, clicked a couple buttons to make them move so fast you were struggling to keep up and lined up a series of shots.

It was over before it had even started. Everything had gone by so fast you could barely keep up and nearly got dizzy from just trying. And once it was over, Crosshair got the target cards and showed them to you. “Does this answer your question?”

In the middle of the card he handed you, he had perfectly shot the first letter of your name. You could barely keep up and he had managed to kriffing write with his shots. You couldn’t help but to just stare in awe at it.

Quick glances from the card to the clone, you finally found your voice again. “I hope you don’t expect me to be able to do this… Cause that’ll happen once Mustafar freezes over.”

“No,” Crosshair scuffed, his voice matching the annoyed look on his face. “But I expect you to listen when I talk to you and not to waste my time.”

“If you think I’m a waste of time, then why even bother being around me?”

You pushed the target cards into the chest of the sniper and turned to walk away, with that weird crippling feeling once again taking place in the pit of your stomach and making breathing harder than usual.

You never got far though, as Crosshair quickly grabbed the hand that had previously held onto the cards and didn’t let you walk away.

“I’m not in the mood, Crosshair. And I already told you, I don’t like it when you toss and pull me around like I’m nothing but some doll you can just play with.”

If Crosshair heard that last remark, he didn’t act on it. Instead he pulled you to lean against the fence separating you from the targets and caged you in with both of his arms on either side of you.

Desperation and panic rose in you and your eyes darted around the room, hoping to find some help or a possible way to escape your sudden cage.

“Why would I think you’re a waste of time?” Crosshair asked, ignoring your obvious discomfort and pitiful attempt to flee.

One hand holding onto dear life on the fence, the other found home on Crosshairs chest as you used all the strength you had in that arm to push. “Crosshair, I’m serious! I don’t like it when you do this! It scares me, so please just let me go!” You half-shouted the last part, hoping somebody nearby could hear you.

“Y/N,” Crosshairs voice was softer than usual and his muscles began relaxing around you. His hands left the fence and came to a rest on your cheeks and his forehead came in contact with yours. “You’re not a waste of time. That’s not what I meant. I brought you here to help with your anxiety -”

“- I -”

“- Don’t have anxiety, I know.”

You let out a soft chuckle.

“You were the one who wanted to come here again. I thought it was because you wanted to learn how to properly shoot. But if you don’t want to learn, then this is a waste of time - time that we don’t have plenty of and can spend on other things. But you, you aren’t a waste of time. Understood?”

“Yea…” You nodded slightly. “You know, I think this is the most you’ve ever said in one go, while talking to me.”

With his usual, annoying smirk, Crosshair lightly nudged your shoulder and said: “Don’t get used to it, Dollface.”

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[mammonprotectionsquad]

hiiii! I wanted to request (if still can) something from the soft sentence starters 🥺? ("your hair is sticking out. cute") w/ saeran 👉👈 thank youuuu

Aaah this one is so cute for him 💕

Uhm... It was my first time really writing something for him and I went more towards GE Saeran (or at least tried to?) so, I hope this doesn't suck and you like this 🥺

If anyone else would like to send a prompt as well, here's the Soft Sentence Starters list 😊

"Your hair is sticking out."

GE Saeran x Reader

It wasn't always easy to wake up before Saeran. As much as he had to catch up on getting enough sleep, breaking out of an old rhythm was not exactly easy. So most of the time, he was the one to get up first. Either staying in bed with you, or getting up to prepare breakfast. And when you complained about him not waking you, he only smiled and told you that it gave him the perfect opportunity to spoil you. 

Like he didn't basically do that on the daily anyway... 

But the days where you did manage to wake up first? You took full advantage of them! Even if it was difficult to leave bed and not just end up watching your boyfriend's peaceful expression when he slept, you tiptoed out of the bedroom and as quietly as possible closed the door behind yourself. 

For a moment you listened, just to be sure you didn't wake him up, but when there were no sounds indicating anything of the sort, you headed straight into the kitchen.

It was the first time in weeks this actually worked and you were set on preparing his favorite breakfast. Which was why you immediately got to work. After turning on some music on a low volume, you gathered all the ingredients you needed for cooking, occasionally humming along to a few songs. 

If you were lucky, you maybe even had the chance to turn it into breakfast in bed...

At the same time you tried to decide which flowers you could pick for him, to put in a vase. Yes, Saeran regularly made the most beautiful bouquets for your house. But you've remembered a few meanings of the flowers he grew and thought it might be a sweet gesture to tell him in another way how much he meant to you.

Before you could put that into motion though, you heard movement from the bedroom, followed by the sound of naked feet padding across the floor. 

Even if it did spoil your plans and the surprise, you couldn't even begin to complain when you looked at Saeran. The sight you had was way too adorable... 

His hair disheveled, eyes only half open in his sleepy state, and nearly tripping over his own feet on his way over to you. 

You immediately turned towards him, arms open and once he was close enough, you wrapped them around him to hold him close and he buried his face on your neck. 

"Good morning~ Did you sleep well?" The only answer you got was a hum in affirmation, followed by pleased noises as soon as one hand rubbed his back and the other one carded through his hair in an attempt to smooth it down a bit.

A futile attempt and you couldn't help but chuckle at how his unruly curls always seemed to bounce right back into their previous, chaotic form. 

"What's so funny?", his voice was quiet, still a bit raspy from sleep, and you could feel him pout against your skin. 

"You hair is sticking out. Cute... And it refuses to get tamed", you exclaimed, still giggling. 

Saeran slowly pulled far enough back to be able to look at you, with his lower lip still sticking out and it only made him look even cuter. Something that should've been illegal for the sake of your poor heart. 

"First I wake up alone and now you make fun of me." 

"No, babe... I'm not making fun of you. It's really cute", you were quick to answer and cupped his cheeks in your hands, getting on tiptoes to be able to brush your nose against his. "And you only woke up without me because I was trying to make you breakfast in bed." 

His expression immediately softened, the pout disappearing, before he leaned in to steal a soft kiss. You knew there were still times where he thought he didn't deserve things like that, but you were always set on reminding him that he deserved all the love, care and happiness in the world. 

"You don't have to do that, my love..." 

"I know, but I want to. It's nearly done now, so how about we crawl back into bed together, then?", you suggested, as you turned back towards the stove to make sure the food wouldn't burn. 

In the meantime, Saeran wrapped his arms back around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder and the feeling of having him so close was always soothing to you. 

He didn't need to say anything to let you know that he planned on staying with you until breakfast was done, refusing to let go of you, until he absolutely had to. And honestly? You had no problem with that at all.

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[polyghostfacehours]

hello it's bloodybrahms/bb! congrats on 3k!!!! and ooooo this event is so clever???? cuz i totally get wanting to celebrate it but also not wanting/being able to take new requests - lowkey wanna steal it 👀

but about me! im painfully shy 🥺👉👈 and i get flustered easily - call it quirky, call it an anxiety disorder, just don't call me late for d-

i'm very introverted, would rather stay in than go out - and i have a few very close friends rather than a large group of casual friends. not to be a basic bitch but *slams my myers-briggs down* INFJ - that should give you a good amount of info. i'm a very empathetic person, i /do/ scream if a stuffed animal falls to the floor, i /do/ pick worms up off the sidewalk and put them back in dirt, i will not apologize. im a hopeless romantic, and touch starved to death so i'm very affectionate in a relationship; main love languages are definitely physical touch and words of affirmation (and sending heart emojis). i love to write, play vibeo game, and i'm a stress baker - and since im usually stressed, im /usually/ in the kitchen making cookies babeyy. i dont usually add physical descriptions but i am a short short bitch and i think that could lend itself to hilarity.

can't forget the negatives! sadly im very stubborn, a bit spoiled, insecure - sometimes to the point of distrust, and overly sensitive to the point of being easily sad or angered. im trying to work on these things but alas i am only human 😔

thank you for doing such a fun event!!! slap a lil 🥺 emoji on that spectrum for me, and make it romantic pwease?

no pressure if you don't want to fill this out - just once again congrats on the big follower milestone!! <3 💞🥳

- bb 🥺

hypERVENTILATING BC I LOVE YOU. OML Im such a fan of your works wtf. Your poly!ghostface stuff fucks me up and gives me life and I STILL go back to them.

Anyways, romantically, I feel like you match a more with Stu! It's pretty close to being dead center, but there's just things in here that had me going: 'Oh yeah, Stu would EAT that up.'

- You're quirky. And I mean that genuinely, not in a 'lol so quuuirky' kinda way. Stu would find an absolute kindred spirit in you. You put some worms back in the dirt and he'll ask why and you tell him and he's just listening with rapt attention like 'I c, I c'. Scream when a stuffed animal falls over and he'll scream right along with you even though he doesnt know why. Like, Stu has this cool frat boy, popular surfer dude kinda thing going in public, and I hc that privately he's just like a weird ass fuckin kid, man. So being able to be his more weird ass self? You make him feel less constricted.

- Your love languages are what I feel are Stu's as well. Physical Touch is his main one, the more you cuddle and make contact with him, the more he feels loved. Words of Affirmation are a big one too: Stu either get's clowned on a lot or is seen as an absolute dick (which he kinda is tho NGL lol), so you talking him up? Nut.

- A stress baker S.O sounds like an absolute dream to Stu. Like cookies, tarts, brownies, etc? For free?? Out of nowhere?? Has he died and gone to heaven? Did he just not survive Woodsboro?

- Billy also doesn't have a large group of friends. He'd appreciate that whenever he nags with you, it'd end up being in a more one on one setting rather than a group. It'll do wonders for his view on you, and the more you get solo time with him, the more he'd be endeared to you. Especially since you're a writer.

- I think the only point of contention between you and them is the fact that you and Billy are both really stubborn. Stu is more go with the flow tho, and you could much easier convince him of something that Billy. If you're poly with them tho, prepare to fight over getting Stu on your side in an argument lol, Billy is good at hooking Stu with carefully placed words.

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[love-toxin]

excuses; makoi azumako.

request: “Could I get King w/ a f!darling who is extremely petite and submissive/shy? Pwease? 🥺👉👈”

warnings: smoking, PDA, public groping, manipulation/gaslighting, excessive cursing. 

words: 903

Walking out on the streets together was one thing, your boyfriend's arm slung over your shoulders and his eyes freezing anyone in place that dared to come more than a few feet towards you. The night brought out all the creeps and stalkers, not to mention the wandering eyes of those who wondered what you were doing in the arms of a yakuza. But somehow, it got even worse when you cut through an alley to meet up with his so-called "brothers", all of whom Makoi insisted were the best men you'd ever have the pleasure of meeting.

What a big, fat, terrifying lie that was. 

"Ain't she a cutie, huh? How'd King snag such a pretty lil' princess?"

One of the closest beside you reached out to brush a lock of hair from your face, only for the group of them to snicker and laugh when you recoiled and buried yourself deeper under Makoi's arm. He hadn't mentioned that most of his friends were well into their thirties and forties, with only a few being even close to his own age. The majority was overwhelming so you couldn't exactly compare, but having a group of grown men ogle you and tease your boyfriend about how good you must look under all those clothes...it felt like you were living one of your darkest, deepest nightmares, and you wanted out. 

"M-Mako…"

You clung to his jacket, his forearm bumping against your mouth as he lit the cigarette that dangled between his lips. He took a puff, and the smoke burned through your nose and caused you to cough when he blew it over your head, despite knowing how sick the smell would make you. You weren't sure if he didn't remember, or just didn't care. 

"Huh? Spit it out."

With a free hand, he ruffled your hair with all five fingers--though for him, it was more a show of grabbing you by the head and tugging through your locks even if it hurt. Especially if it hurt. 

"I..I w-wanna go home, Mako...can you please take me home?" 

At that, Makoi's friends shared a few glances between each other, and you didn't understand what they were thinking until you heard a few wolf whistles arise, and your boyfriend yanked you closer to him by the hip. That wasn't what you meant at all, but it didn't stop the blush from rising to your cheeks as you were forced to listen to the lewd taunts of his gang, and it brought tears to your eyes as you prayed that Makoi would just take you home and forget about it. 

How you so wished for that to be the case. And yet…

"I ain't touched you yet, and you're already fuckin' crying. Smarten up, princess."

His nicknames weren't affectionate in the least, they were just another way for him to jeer at you and have a good laugh at your expense. Makoi pinched the bridge of your nose just to grab your attention, and once he got it, you thanked the gods that he bid his cronies farewell and tugged you off further down the other end of the back alley.

Getting away from the other yakuza didn't necessarily mean you were safe, but at least you didn't have to worry about Makoi flipping your skirt up for them all to see, or slipping you some tongue while he groped you just to show off his dominance. Being with those people brought a different side of him out, one that forgoed almost any sense of shame and only cared about using you as a trophy. But deep, deep inside your heart, you felt a twisted sort of guilt upon thinking those things--you loved Mako after all, even if he was a bit...rough around the edges. And rude. And violent. And...

"...I want pork. There's a place down the street that's open."

...Hungry. Whatever had overtaken your boyfriend in that time had passed now, and you jumped at the sound of his stomach rumbling at your side, his appetite enough to cull his mood and draw his interests towards satiating himself. 

"I-I didn't bring my money, Mako.."

It was half an excuse, and half the truth. He always expected you to eat with him when you went out together, always saying one thing or another about it making you taller or some other ridiculous comment. Even if you were a little hungry now, it would be a convenient excuse to get him to bring you home, no matter how grumpy he’d be about not filling his cravings. 

"Fuck off. You're not paying for a damn thing anyways. Just decide what you want before we go in so I can fuckin' eat." 

With that, Makoi grabbed you by the back of the neck and tilted your head up, his lips smothering any and all retorts while the double tips of his tongue stroked your own and drew you into an even deeper kiss. In the dim light of a back alley, in the middle of a crowded street, there seemed to be no place that he wouldn’t remind you who your heart belonged to. He was crude, and a bully, and so full of hot air his head might explode...but he was yours, and that was all you needed to be happy. He was all you needed. 

At least, that’s what Mako told you. 

[oilivia]

hi livi!! i'd like to join your summer camp if that's okay 🥺 preferably a matchup with the haikyuu boys please 👉👈

my mbti is isfp, and if it helps, my signs are libra (sun), pisces (moon), scorpio (venus), and virgo (mars)!

color: burgundy!

for the two songs, i mostly just picked based on the vibe i get >< here's me, and here's the other one!

for pet peeves,,i guess i get really annoyed when someone tries to talk to me/distract me when i'm focused on something? also when i get ignored when i ask a question shksbs about me, i'm pretty introverted. ppl always say i look intimidating but i'm really just awkward and shy,,,i can be really hyper when i feel comfortable with someone though!! and i prefer when people are blunt and straightforward with me, because i can be really dense and bad at reading the situation sometimes;;

i hope this is okay?? ;_; feel free to ignore this one if you don't like it! thank you <3

you sound a lot like me!! I get told I look intimidating, but I'm just shy and a bit awkward and my Bokuto kinnie comes out once I'm comfy! ♡♡ also, i just listened to 'Dance Alone' and it's going right into my playlist~ thank you!

you're going on an outdoor movie date with Sugawara~

"You know, I think coming to watch this movie was a bad idea."

You turn, puzzled as he was the one who suggested it, and while he did his best to pull a sober tone, the teasing look on his face betrays him "I keep staring at you instead."

livia's summer camp ~ mini match-up event

[clone-whore-99]

For the Record

Tech x f!Reader

Rating: 18↑ Minors, I will yeet you into the ocean!

Warnings: Smuttily smut mcsmutterson, no plot, straight into the action, bondage, toys, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, safe word, science, soft Tech LMK if I need to add more

Authors Note: Okay, so I read a while ago what the world record for most female orgasms were. And I got this idea for Tech, which has just been collecting dust until now I have not yet proof read this, since I am tired and I want it out for Tech Tuesday

If you like it, please do let me know by liking and commenting and maybe even reblogging, it would mean a lot to me 🥺👉👈

Sweat covered your bare body in a glistening sheen. Small pools of it had begun developing in every dip your curves made. The sheets beneath you were already beyond saving, drenched in a mixture of sweat, tears, arousal and release.

You couldn't even feel your own body anymore. Or, were you feeling it too much? It was hard to tell, everything had become such a blur to you.

The restraints on your wrists and ankles jingled, as another orgasm overtook you and made your already shaky body squirm in the process.

The noises that left your lips had become nothing but incoherent babbles, your brain unable to think of anything but the extreme amounts of pleasure you were put through.

"And here I thought the most beautiful sound in the galaxy could only be heard in the cave of the singing crystals, but clearly you've proven me wrong." Techs gloved hand lightly caressed your cheek - something that normally would bring you back to reality, but this time it sent jolts of aftershock through your body, forcing another orgasm to come forth before the last one could even subdue.

-

All of this had started weeks ago. Tech came up to you, to show you something interesting he had come across on the holonet. It was the galactic record for the most human female orgasms within an hour - 138.

You refused to believe that was actually possible. It was more than 2 per minute! The woman had to have been under the influence of something or had some hyper sensitivity in order for it to be real.

The conversation ended at that. Or, so you thought. A couple of hours later, Tech came up to you again, claiming that he had looked further into it and every article he could find on the subject, stated that the woman had medical professionals around and was tested for all kinds of things before and after the record was set. None of the tests showed signs of her being hyper sensitive, being under the influence or any other reason for her to reach that many orgasms - besides the obvious.

You weren't exactly sure why he was telling you of all people this. Maybe you were the only one who didn't tell him to go away at the time? The only one willing to listen? Still, the thought of someone having climaxed that many times naturally seemed impossible to you.

"Why don't we test that theory? Maybe even try to break the record.." Tech had proposed.

You let out a dry laugh. "Yea? You gonna track down the lady and watch her come over and over again?"

"That... Would be an option. Though, I thought it would be better to start the research with someone closer to me."

It took you a minute to realize what he had meant by that. But once the realisation had hit you, heat spread throughout your body and grew extremely flustered.

Tech waited patiently for you to calm down before continuing his proposal: "There won't necessarily be sexual intercourse, unless of course that is what you wish for. In that case, it wouldn't be with me, since I need to keep a record on everytime you climax. Otherwise, I figured we might be able to reach the objective with a varity of toys... That is, if you're willing to help me with this?"

You agreed. It wasn't like it was going to be meaningless sex or anything deeper, it was purely for science and who were you to deny being part of such an experiment? Besides, you were a bit curious to see how much you could actually climax within an hour.

What followed was weeks of mild torture and Tech always clinging to your side at all hours a day.

It started out simple, Tech had looked up various kinks and turn ons and ran them past you to figure out what you liked the most. He would also figure out where your most sensitive spots were and the ideal way to tease them. He tracked your cycle, your biological clock so he would know not only what days you would be the most turned on, but what hours during the day.

The worst part of it though, was how he refused to let you climax in this time period. He would do all these things that turned you on insanely, only to prevent you from taking care of it.

"The build up should theoretically help you reach more orgasms in a shorter amount of time once we start, mesh'la, so I can't have you ruin the process before it even starts."

It was torture and you had been more than a bit moody in that period.

-

The day finally arrived.

Tech had rented a love hotel on Zeltros and brought a whole crate of tools and toys with him. You wanted to help carry some of it, but Tech declined.

"Save your energy, mesh'la. You're gonna need it."

You and Tech had agreed on a safe word in case it became too much for you. You hadn't thought you were gonna need it, but you might reconsider.

And here you were. Spread out on the sheets in a love hotel, fully displayed for Tech. Hands restrained above your head, legs tied to be held apart and prevent you from moving too much and several gadgets in various places.

Your hips thrust forward as another orgasm hit you, nearly pushing a toy out in the process.

Tech moved to put the toy back in place again and got some of your release on his fingers in the process. He was about to lick it off, when he noticed how your eyes were fixated on his fingers.

"You want to taste?" He asked and hovered the fingers over your mouth. If any of this had any effect on him, he didn't let it show.

You sucked in the fingers, let your tongue swirl around and the sensation of his digits inside your mouth mixed with the sweet taste of your own released, sent another wave of pleasure through you.

Quickly, Tech noted this down on his datapad. He muttered something under his breath, though it was too low for you to hear over your own moans.

Unfortunately, you could barely take any more. Your stomach was cramping up from the amount of times you came, your throat was burning from your nonstop panting and moaning and although the restraints were loose, they still started to hurt against your wrists and ankles.

It had to have been more than an hour already. Was Tech just messing with you by this point? It wasn't like him, but there was no way you hadn't passed the hourmark yet.

Talking felt like an impossible task. You were too worn out, but you needed to in order for it to stop. Crying wasn't going to work, you had already cried multiple times due to pleasure and Tech wouldn't know the difference.

You pressed your lips together and hummed out the start of the safe word. "Mmm..Mmmmee..."

Tech quirked up, then leaned in closer to you so he could better hear you. "Hmmm? What is it, Darling?"

"Mmmei... Meiloo..Run."

You didn't even have to finish the word. Upon hearing the first two syllables, Tech pressed a button on his datapad and everything turned off at once. He instantly got up and freed you from all your bindings and carefully removed every toy and gadget from you.

You whimpered at the sudden loss of stimulation, but still let out a greatful sob for finally being able to relax.

"Thank you for using the safe word cyar'ika, you did amazing. I hope it wasn't too much for you or if it became painful? You did really great though and you were so beautiful and made the most wonderful noises. Is there anything I can get you?"

Tech kept praising you and checking up on you while freeing you. It took you a bit to respond and when you did, your voice was hoarse and low.

"A bath and some water?"

"Of course mesh'la, no problem." Tech cupped your cheeks in his hands and ran a soothing thumb across your damp skin, before picking you up bridal style and carrying you into the refresher connected to the room.

He placed you in the surprisingly soft tub and let warm water fill it up, while he got a bottle of water from the cooler.

After opening the bottle for you and handing it to you, Tech sat on the ground next to the bathtub and lightly caressed you. "Please don't hesitate to tell me if there's anything else you need."

"Thanks..." Stars you were spent. "How did it go, by the way?"

It took Tech a second to know what you meant, but once he realized it, he adjusted his goggles and checked the datapad. "Within the 42 minutes and 16 seconds you lasted, you had a total of 29 orgasms. Not enough to beat the record, but a job well done if I should say so myself."

You let out a tired chuckled. "Guess we're just gonna have to try again another time?"

Techs face lit up. "You want to do this again?"

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