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Kill Licenses
Stargirl was excited! Captain Marvel had just offered to let her fight crime with him in Fawcett. The man was like a big brother to everyone. That included her. He was super nice, was normally the person who first stepped up to diffuse a situation, and overall just a big teddy bear of a man. So it was a little bit a of a surprise when she saw him snap a rapistâs neck like a twig.
Marvel: *drops the body, muttering something about paperwork*
Stargirl: *gobsmacked*
Marvel: *looks over to her for a second before doing a double take* âOh my gods I forgot you were here!â *sounds horrified*
Stargirl: âYou just killed a man!â
Marvel: âI know- I know!â *leads her away from the body* âIâm so sorry you had to see that.â *sounds completely ashamed*
Stargirl: âThereâs nothing to be sorry about. You killed a rapist. Thatâs one less evil in the world, but my question is how are you gonna get away with this?! Cap, youâre gonna go to jail!â
Marvel: âAh⊠Well, no. I have a license to kill.â
Stargirl: âWait, you can actually have one of those?â
Marvel: âYeah, uh me, and most of the other Fawcett heroes have one. Weâve all had them since the sixties and had to get them renewed a while back. Itâs not a bad thing to have for situations like this.â
Stargirl: ââŠCan I have one?â
Marvel: âYes? No? I donât know? You should in my opinion. Itâs a good safety net for if you accidentally kill a villain. You just fill out some paperwork and youâll be safe. Do you want oneâŠ?â
Stargirl: âYes.â *immediate answer*
Marvel: âAre you sure? I mean, youâre a teenager, so you might need a parent to sign or something.â
Stargirl: âWell, I donât have a parent right now, but I do technically have a temporary guardian at the moment.â *eyes him*
Marvel: âNo⊠youâre not seriously suggestingâŠ?â
And thatâs how Marvel ended up taking Stargirl to a secret government base so she could get a kill license. Stargirl got a stellar recommendation from the Captain and passed with flying colors.
As theyâre leaving the baseâŠ
Marvel: âOkay, so we need to lay some ground rules.â
Stargirl: âGround rules?â
Marvel: âYeah, ground rules. Now I know youâre not the type of kid to go around killing people all willy-nilly, but Iâll say it just in case, donât go killing people all willy-nilly.â
Stargirl: âWell, duh, Iâm not dumb.â
Marvel: âI know you arenât. And now onto the actually important rule. Under any circumstances, do not kill around other heroes. Thatâs how Huntress got kicked out of the Justice League after all.â
Stargirl: âI canât even do it around you?â
Marvel: âWell, I guess you could. And I guess you could do it around the other Fawcett heroes, but just make sure not to do it around heroes who donât have a license, okay? I donât wanna get in trouble, and I doubt you wanna get in trouble too.â
Stargirl: âGotcha.â
Marvel: âNice. Now that thatâs out of the way, wanna go for victory ice cream since you got your license?â
A solid four months passed after this incident. The two forgot about it. They were chilling. Then, Courtney forgot that her stepdad didnât know that she could legally kill a villain, fill out some paperwork, and face no repercussions.
S.T.R.I.P.E.: âYOU TOOK MY STEPDAUGHTER OUT TO GET A KILL LICENSE?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!â
Marvel: âNothing! I didnât think it was a bad thing!â
S.T.R.I.P.E.: âSheâs sixteen. She sliced a manâs head off. CLEAN. With practiced precision. She doesnât even have a drivers license! What in hell would make you think itâs a good idea to give her a kill license?!â
Marvel: âOkay, her slicing off someoneâs head isnât my fault. I didnât teach her that, and the guys who gave her the license didnât either.â
S.T.R.I.P.E.: âThen who did??â
Marvel: âI donât know! Maybe sheâs just bloodthirsty?â
Stargirl: âNo Iâm not?â *sounds slightly offended*
Marvel: *ignores her* âLook, the point is, Iâm sorry for not telling you but please, please, pretty please donât tell Batman.â
S.T.R.I.P.E.: âWhy?â
Marvel: âOh come on. Heâs super anti-kill. If you told him heâd have me removed from the Justice League almost instantly.â
S.T.R.I.P.E.: âMaybe you should be removed! You donât just give a kid the okay to kill someone.â
Marvel: âIâm not giving her an okay to do anything. I only wanted her to have it as a safety net. I promise.â
It took a lot of convincing for Pat not to squeal to Batman, but thankfully, they got it in the end. Though, the man still ended up chewing the two out.
Inspired by @helps-the-writing-brain-goâs repost on my We Thought You Died?! post :) Thanks for the inspo!
#billy batson#shazam#dc captain marvel#captain marvel dc#fawcett city#fawcett#fawcett comics#dc stargirl#courtney whitmore#dc stripe#dc s.t.r.i.p.e.#patrick dugan#dc stripey
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I don't recall if it was under the readmores of this version of the thread, or on a different version, but I recall someone saying that each invader must win the battle to gain entry
so
Imagine that a terrifying being has come to conquer earth, and has brought his vast army.
He stops at the doorway in space and calls out for the challenge. He is a clever strategist, and has been studying past battles.
Phantom appears, and gives him the rulebook. The invader flips through it like he's already familiar with the rules, and declares that he is ready.
The battle table appears, an ethereal thing made of starlight and green ghostly energy made solid. The two combatants take their seats, and the battle begins.
Everyone on earth is hopeful but stressed, because their strange protector hasn't lost yet, but any time could be the first. So it's a very tense couple of days as they battle. (there are rules about breaks, if it goes on long enough. They meet each day at a certain time, and battle until another certain time or until both agree to take a break, and then they go away to rest until the next day.)
Finally, after nearly a week of drawn out card battling, the worst outcome occurs: the invader ekes out a victory.
The door to earth opens.
The invader strides through, triumphant. He has defeated earth's greatest protector, and now he shall conquer the earth itself! Come, minions!
His army attempts to follow him. Attempts, because as the front line approaches, the door swings closed again of its own accord.
Phantom, who has not yet left, stands beside the closed door holding another copy of the rulebook.
"Do you too wish to challenge me?"
The invader demands an explanation. He does not like the one he recieves.
"You have been granted entry," Phantom tells him, eyes glittering dangerously with the power of many suns. "You, alone."
"Challenge him," the invader growls at his second in command, who does. Phantom gives the Second the rulebook.
"You have as long as you need to study the rules," Phantom tells the Second. "We shall recess for seven days hence. After that, whenever you are ready, we shall begin."
The second begins to read the rulebook.
The invader had not accounted for any of his subordinates needing to know the rules. He had not instructed them in strategy, not even his second in command.
Under other circumstances, he would simply command their actions, and they would obey without question. Such obedience is a trait he specifically cultivated in his soldiers.
However.
Among the many rules, is that the combatant must win on their own merit. Seeking or accepting outside guidance during the battle is an immediate disqualifier.
Phantom turns to the invader, and steps through the shimmering wall of the barrier to join him on the earthly side. "To be clear," he says, ever so calmly. "You have been granted passage through the doorway. You have not been granted safe passage to the surface of the earth, nor have you been granted protection from those wishing to defend it." He gestures back at the design on the floor on the outer side of the door, a protective sigil which prevents anyone inside it from entering into any combat other than the one taking place on the battle table. "By passing through the door, you have exited the diplomacy zone. You may fight others, but they may also fight you. I may also fight you."
His eyes glint with starlight as he says it, and the invader thinks of how formidable a foe he had been at the card table, how powerful a being he must be to have created this barrier.
The invader considers his second, still in the introduction of the rulebook. He considers the heroes of earth. He considers the small but intimidating figure before him. He considers the size of his army. He does some math.
And then he goes home.
DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game
Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he canât stop a threat that originates on earth (thatâs something heâll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers werenât the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter.Â
Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entranceâŠheâs stopped.
The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his armyâs advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. Thatâs when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon canât get through yet Constantine also explains that itâs not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge.Â
And thatâs when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isnât a King Danny AU though).
And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get throughâŠ.is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game.Â
Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. Itâs like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with PokĂ©mon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and letâs play.
(The most intense card game of the Justice leagueâs life).
After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. Heâs really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely).Â
Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like âawww how cuteâ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they arenât spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.
#dp x dc#my writing#story spark#danny phantom#king phantom#been thinking about this on and off for months now
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Divorced dad!Daniel + âSighing softly at the shell of your ear so you can hear how much you affect themâ -> imagine youâre the first person heâs with after a long time and heâs so vocal when you palm him through his boxers đđŒ
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sweet temptations | d. ricciardo
summary: daniel had been relieved from dad duties for the weekend, so he invited you over for dinner. not long after, youâre on top of him and helping him get offâ something he hasnât experienced in a while.
prompt: âsighing softly at the shell of your ear so you can hear how much you affect themâ + divorced dad!daniel
warnings: 18+ content, post-divorce daniel, handjob through clothing, dirty talk.
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a/n hello lovelies! divorced dad!daniel series finally has itâs first official blurb and iâm so happy with it. thank you to my wonderful anon for requesting, i loved writing this. please let me guys know what you think, i would love to hear your thoughts and would be honoured if anyone wanted to drop into my inbox so we can explore this series together <3
the night was cool, the streetlights of the neighborhood glowing dimly through the thin curtains of danielâs living room. you could count how many times you had been round at his place on a single hand, as he often came to your house, whether that be with or without his kids.
this weekend he was free from dad duties, and he had invited you to his house for dinner. this.. thing you both had going on was still new. it was more than a casual fling, but nothing had been set in stone or defined as of yet.
that didnât matter currently, not when you found yourselves entangled on his sofa, the fingers of your right hand tracing lines up his exposed chest.
danielâs breathing was heavy, his rose-inked hand was firm on your waist, pulling you closer. your left hand trailed down his body, brushing over the hardness straining against his trousers. a shudder ripples through danielâs body, a low groan erupting from him.
âgod,â he breathes as his head falls back, sunken eyes dark and hooded as he gazes up at you, full of need. âyou have no idea what you do to me.â
you smirk at his words, giving him another gentle squeeze. his response is immediateâ a long-drawn moan, his hips shifting toward your touch, craving more. âi think i have a small idea,â you tease, winking as your thumb circles over his hardening cock.
you relish in the whimper that escapes him at the small movement, enjoying the jerking of his hips at any touch. your eyes trailed over him, taking in the sight in front of you. the older, handsome and âquite franklyâ powerful man that everyone seemed to fawn over, was currently beneath you on his worn down sofa, cock straining as he moans for your touch.
you lean on your right hand, using it to ground yourself as you move closer to danielâs face. you place a line of soft kisses from his chin, up his jaw and one final kiss on top of the freckle that resides under his ear, before moving your lips up.
âbut still, tell me,â you whisper, biting on the bottom of his earlobe and gaining a soft gasp from him before continuing. âtell me what i do to you, daniel.â
a deep flush creeps over danielâs cheeks, but he doesnât shy away. instead, his right hand moves to your face, nudging it until youâre both eye-to-eye. his dark eyes were clouded with desire and need, staring deeply into you.
âevery time you touch me, itâs likeâ i donât know,â he stammers, voice quiet as he tries to gather his thoughts. âitâs been so long since someone made me feel like this. itâs like im re-experiencing everything all over again, like this is all new to me,â he explains, licking his lips as he stares at you, waiting.
you lean down and press your lips into his, capturing him in a slow kiss as you let your fingers work him slowly; palming him through the fabric of his trousers. his reaction was instant, another low, guttural moan erupting against your lips; and it sent heat pooling in your belly.
âgod, youâre so sensitive,â you murmur against his lips, pulling back and pointing your head down to watch. you press your hand a little harder, and are rewarded with a twitch beneath your palm.
daniel nods quickly, head tilting to the side so his lips are against your ear. you bite your lip while he pants into your ear, swallowing thickly before sighing softly. âyeah, youâ you have no idea,â he stammers, hips bucking up into your hand again desperately. âplease.. donât stop.â
your fingers found the button of his jeans, and another shaky breath escaped him. you tilt your head back up to look at him, and his eyes meet yours with a look was half-desperation, half-anticipation.
âis this okay?â you whisper, wanting to double-check he really was okay with this. despite his eagerness, you wanted to make sure.
any doubts you had were shut down in an instant as his hand grabbed your face, pulling you closer to capture your lips in a fervent kiss. âmore than okay.â
your hand makes its way into danielâs jeans, cupping his straining cock through his boxers. you give him another squeeze, enjoying the warmth in your hand now you were closer to his cock than before. the sound that escapes daniel can only be described as pure, unfiltered relief. âohâ oh my god,â he chokes out, his voice straining as he stretches his head back against the couch.
you could feel him pulsing beneath your hand, the heat building as you continued. you were drawing needy sounds from him that made your own heart race, desperate to hear more. the sight before you was one you wanted to memorize, so you kept your eyes trained on his body the entire time.
as you kept stroking him through the thin fabric of his boxers, you bit your lip as you listened to the string of soft moans fall from his lips. his head was writhing from side to side, hips shaking and jerking almost uncontrollably as the pleasure started to truly overtake him.
he tried to get into somewhat of a rhythm, focusing on trying to grind his aching cock against the palm of your hand. another deep groan escaped him as his body started to tighten, and you knew he was nearing the edge.
you move your face closer to danielâs again as your lips ghost his own, his eyes opening as he tries to keep them trained on you. you can tell that daniel wants you to lean in that inch closer, connect your lips and kiss him hungrily again.
but you donât.
you keep your lips brushing his own as you continue to stroke him, eyes boring into his own. daniel gets bored of your little game fast, and leans forward to capture you in another kiss. he kisses you like his life depends on it, tongue grazing your bottom lip slowly before slipping it into your mouth. his hips continue to buck into your hand, thrusts becoming more hurried.
âcome on, daniel,â you murmur against his lips, pulling back. you lick your lips before taking you bottom lip between your teeth, squeezing his aching cock and sighing. you move to his ear again, kissing just behind it before whispering to him. âlet go for me.â
danielâs body shuddered, his breath hitching as his whole body went rigid, and with a final strangled moan, he did as you said. you could feel the heat and dampness through the fabric as daniel finished, his head falling back against the couch while squeezing his eyes shut, riding out the waves of pleasure as small whimpers and groans escaped him.
you continued to cup him through his boxers, your thumb slowly rubbing against his softening dick through his boxers. when his breathing was starting to even out, his eyes opened slowly and he lifted his head to look at you. you slide your hand out from his unbothered jeans. you wink at him, licking the slight wetness off your thumb which causes a low groan to come from daniel.
daniel uses his hands to push himself up, back resting against the armchair before moving one of his hands onto your waist, and pulling you into him. you rest your forehead against his own, and daniel takes it upon himself to place a soft kiss onto your lips.
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Day 3: Belonging
@azrielappreciationweek
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Azriel loved his family.
He loved his mother, but rarely saw her. He refused to bring her any danger when he knew she couldnât protect herself.
He loved his brothers. Even though he has had different arguments with both of them lately, he loved them.
He loved Amren, Mor, Feyre, Elain and Nesta.
His entire family gave him joy.
But he was missing someone. Someone that was just his. His mother had never been able to raise him. Rhys and Cass were friends before he came along. Rhysâ mother was exactly that, Rhysâ. Mor chose Cass and all the Archeron sisters had mates that wasnât him.
He was always the second choice.
He knew they loved him back and did their best to include him, but they would never prioritize him over their mates. And he understood that, but it wasnât enough.
He needed to be the first choice.
Thatâs why he loved you more than anything and also why he chose to keep you a secret.
He knew his family would never take you away from him, but he hated the thought of even sharing the amazing relationship the two of you had with others.
You had now been dating for two years. And it was the two most amazing years of his life.
If he had a bad day, you were there to hold him. If he had a good day, you were there to be happy with him. And if he had a normal day, you were there to make it perfect.
He had lost count of the days he had come home to a freshly cooked dinner and your smiling face.
You loved to cook in your free time and even though Azriel often urged you to let him help you in the kitchen, the answer was always the same: âI love to cook, Az. Itâs my way of unwinding.â
So he let you have the cooking and he did the dishes. It worked for the two of you.
âAre you even listening?â Rhysand asked him.
Mission, Illyria, two weeks, female training
Thank the mother for his shadows.
âYou want me to spend two weeks in Illyria making sure the females are training,â he answered with a neutral tone. âI listen, but isnât this more of Cassianâs expertise?â
He did not want to leave you for two weeks. In only one week was your two years anniversary and he had planned something special.
âCassian is going on the same mission, but heâs taking half the camps and youâre taking the other half,â Rhys explained. âSpending a month every time we have to make sure the females are training isnât going to work, so we are trying this solution.â
He only nodded.
Even though he hated to miss your anniversary, he just couldnât let Rhys know about you just yet.
âThank you, Az,â Rhys answered. âCan you start tomorrow?â
It had been two weeks without Azriel. A week since your anniversary. And even though you knew why he wanted to keep you a secret, you still hated the fact that you were alone on your anniversary.
So to say you were excited for him to return was an understatement.
You were almost blooming in happiness. You had made his favorite dinner and dessert and made sure the food was ready for nine oâclock. He said he would be back at nine oâclock.
But then it turned nine fifteen and then half past nine and then ten and then eleven.
You knew Azriel well enough to know that he would have let you know if he knew he would be late.
But you had gotten no message.
So you started pacing.
And cleaning.
You ate without him. You read your book. You knitted. And you took a bath.
And finally, at three oâclock in the morning, you heard the door to your house close.
You basically ran towards the front door and were immediately met by a wall of shadows.
They embraced you, looked over your entire body for injuries and pulled you towards their master.
âAz?â You asked carefully.
âIâm sorry for coming home so late,â he answered with a tired voice.
The shadows had now pulled you so that you stood only half a meter away from Azriel.
His leathers were ripped and his head was heavy.
âWhat happened?â You asked him with a gasp.
Before he could answer you had already slipped on your shoes and started dragging him out the door.
âY/N,â he said and tried to hold you back. âIâm fine.â
You stopped in your tracks.
âAz,â you started with a sigh. âLove, you canât even stop me, a female half your size, from dragging you to the clinic. I think we both know youâre not fine.â
He let you win the argument and went along to the clinic. He walked worriedly slow and every now and then he let out a painful whimper. He even had difficulties holding his wings up from the ground.
You had just gotten to the clinic and sat down in the examination room, when you felt his hand go limp and looked up to see his eyes closed.
âAz?â You asked and shook him carefully. He gave no reaction.
You didnât even think before you ran out of the room and found the closest healer.
Three healers rushed into his room and started working. They healed many small wounds and a bigger one on his back, before they bandaged some of the deeper ones.
You couldnât look away from his face. He looked so peaceful, it felt so wrong knowing he was harmed.
âHeâll be okay,â one of the healers said to you. âYouâre Y/N, right?â
You looked up at the healer from the chair you sat in. She knew about you? You didnât think Azriel had told anyone about you.
âHe usually asks for you right after waking up,â she told you as an answer to your confusion. âIâll have to contact the High Lord. Heâll want to know his shadowsinger is safe.â
You nodded at the healer and spent as long time as possible beside Azriel, holding his hand and cuddling his hair, before you went back home, alone.
If he needed you to be a secret, you would be.
Azriel woke with a deep breath.
âY/N?â He asked aloud with a groggy voice.
âAz?â
He couldnât hold back the disappointment in hearing his brotherâs voice and not yours.
He opened his eyes and was met with both of his brothers nervous stares.
Rhys handed him a glas of water and Cassian helped him sit up, even though he didnât need help.
âYou scared us there, Az,â Rhys said. âYou had poison in your blood.â
Even though he heard Rhysâ words, he simply couldnât understand what he was talking about.
The only thing he remembered was shadow walking home to you. He remembered making sure you were okay and that you dragged him to the clinic without even a hug or kiss.
But where were you now?
Y/N?
Home, safe, worried
His shadows saved him from going mad from worry.
âAz?â Cassianâs voice pulled him from his thoughts. He looked over to his brother. âWhoâs Y/N?â
Azriel struggled to not show his surprise and confusion. How did he know about you?
âYouâve been muttering that name in your sleep,â Rhys explained and Azriel understood that they already knew who you are. âWeâre sorry if you havenât felt like you could tell us.â
âYeah,â Cassian agreed. âWe havenât been prioritizing you and weâve hated ourselves for it. Hope you can forgive us and let us have a new chance.â
Azriel didnât know how to respond. He felt seen and understood. It felt nice. He felt ready even though he dreaded having to explain his feelings.
âY/N is my girlfriend,â he started to explain. âWeâve been together for two years now and I didnât want anyone to know because-â
âWe understand Az,â Rhys interrupted him. âYou wanted her for yourself. You donât need to explain unless you want to.â
Relief grew from his body.
But he knew he wouldnât feel okay until you were in his arms.
âCan one of you maybe get Y/N and bringer her here?â He asked carefully.
âWhere is she?â Cassian asked as he jumped up from his chair and got ready to leave.
You woke from a knock at your door. It had been a long and anxious night not knowing how Azrielâs doing and you hadnât realized you fell asleep.
Another knock made you sit up in the couch.
You knew it wasnât Azriel, he had stopped knocking ages ago.
But you had a good feeling and went to open the door anyway.
âHello,â a large illyrian male you realized had to be Cassian said.
âHello?â You answered confused.
âThereâs an awake shadowsinger that really wants you to come visit him.â
You had to hold back a squeal when you realized Azriel had told his family about you. And you immediately got ready to go to the clinic.
Cassian walked in front of you into the room and then pulled the High Lord out so that you and Azriel could be alone. It was absurd.
âHi,â Azriel said.
His voice made you melt a little and you rushed towards him to give him a hug and kisses.
âDonât ever do that again,â you said as you kissed his entire face. âYou scared me.â
âIâm sorry,â Azriel answered and moved to embrace you as well. âYou know Iâll always come home to you, right?â
You nodded into his chest.
âI donât like being away from you,â you whispered. âI think we belong together.â
Shadow started playing with your hair as Azriel became more and more relaxed.
âI know we do.â
Dividers by @cafekitsune
#acotar#azriel#azriel fanfic#azriel x reader#azriel x y/n#azriel x you#azriel shadowsinger#azrielappreciationweek2024#azrielappreciationweek
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the "losing all my innocence in the backseat" lyric is so geto waitttttt đ©
sneaky link geto who's like that guy who haunts the narrative of your love life
âą· pepsi will never thrive without coca cola. (he ain't shit) geto suguru ê fem-reader.
+ love, âsu: PAUSE THE CHAT đŁ! geto would def stalk ur very much directed tiktok reposts and reply to them with âu miss me huhâ (no beta #writtenassoonasigotthisask)
s-link!suguru who just wanted some quick comfort. he didn't need a nagging girlfriend who'd bother him about his whereabouts, certain messages, or even the not-so-hidden circular bruise at the side of his neck, a little under his ear.
in his eyes, you were â no, you are the perfect match for him. you're everything he's ever needed. you used him the way he used you; one and done. no more, no less. both equally needing the sense of relief and relaxation without pushing for deeper meaning.
s-link!suguru who obeyed the âno kissingâ rule. to him, kissing is intimate â it's pure. the intentions of a kiss (in his view) are always romantic and genuine, two things that he's long been stripped of. he also avoided eye contact during the moment. it made him feel vulnerable, like he was ready to give up the persona and bask in your love.
again, you never opposed. if that's what he wants then sure. it's not like you were hoping for anything deeper. ignoring the sting in your chest, you often buried your head in the junction of his neck to shoulder â sometimes biting on his skin to deter yourself away from tears. you don't love him; it's just in the moment. that's all.
unlike what s-link!suguru believes, his friends collectively agreed that he's slowly falling in love. why else would he be aggressively tapping through your instagram stories? why would he swipe to reply with âwho the fuck is thatâ if he isn't your boyfriend?
a monkey who doesn't see his own tail won't recognize his own mistakes, a saying his friends often preach â much to suguru's dismay. he doesn't know where it came from nor why they use it, but he's heard it from time to time.
the men can be heartless, but they have no tolerance for suguru intentionally hurting someone as sweet as you. you've met them, they met you, and s-link!suguru's hand never stopped lingering on your body. ânot her boyfriend,â he said.
s-link!suguru eventually acknowledges that he's falling â head first, too. this is against every rule he laid out at the beginning of... whatever you two had going on. so, he didn't hesitate to slowly go no-contact with you.
it was easy to say the least. muting your chat, silencing your calls, skipping your posts â too easy. almost as easy as the first time you let him through your barriers. but he hadn't anticipate your immediate move on. when you finally confirmed that he's beginning to ghost you, you moved on.
did you jump relationships? no, but you did post more revealing outfits and âclubbingâ stories.
his bottom lip suffered tremendous damage once he saw what you've been doing. is he angry? upset? jealous that you're in a dress he specifically pointed out that it'd âlook hot on youâ during a walk together?
it didn't take long before nailsbytrish457 kept viewing your profile. they were within the first few viewers. at first you were weirded out by it â a random account keeping daily tabs on you? time to private your profile.
for some reason, you didn't bother to private. instead, you were set on blocking the account and the other accounts it's attached to. your following count went down by 2. odd, right? why would su_geto be blocked as well if you only blocked nailsbytrish457?
s-link!suguru who gave up the non-existent fight and called you. he didn't care â you were going to deal with him whether you had the energy to or not. minutes into the call, arguing about the fact that he shouldn't be bothered until you hear a car pull up in your driveway.
baffled, you'd say âyou're not fucking serious.â
he'd only reply with âopen the door.â
in between the cursing, yelling, middle fingers being thrown up every now and then, you found yourself straddling his lap, digging your nails into his neck. you want to injure him â badly â but your mind can't seem to stop replaying the flashbacks you desperately tried to turn into lost footage.
s-link!suguru who cracks a cocky smile knowing he got his way, per usual. it's always like that. you know it too, but you can't seem to do anything about it. at least, he's a call (and an argument) away if you need him.
you're familiar with the warning that your love life will crumble if you don't get him out of the picture permanently, but how can you if he's so consistent yet irregular in your life? he's there, he's not. he's with you for a week, he's ghosting you the next.
a push and pull game you're too tired to care for.
andddd thats it bc im out of ideas đ§đœââïž idk how situationships go i've yet to experience real romance in my life BYE. i literally stole my friends' experiences n stories for this #inspo #shoutouttotheirls
#. ae-generated: jujutsu kaisen#i havent heard the term sneaky link in years omg#OMG THAT ONE SONGGGG#geto x reader#geto suguru x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x fem!reader#geto suguru angst#um.#no smut but suggestive. why isnt there a suggestive tag.#jjk headcanons#jjk scenarios#geto headcanons#geto scenarios#geto x you#geto x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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forgive me, for i love being bad for you.
sanji x reader (ft. platonic!zoro)
summary; everyone agrees that you and roronoa zoro are like two peas in a pod: cool, unbothered, hitting pubs on the regular. everyone, except your boyfriend sanjiâwhoâd try anything to distract you from your visibly chaotic lifestyle. even visiting a potion shop. or: sanji needs to get out of his head in four acts.Â
contents; angsty vibes, lowkey love triangle, miscommunicationâą, abandonment issues, drinking, sex pollen, a little dubcon tbh, piv, oral sex (both receiving), facesitting, multiple orgasms, creampie, college/modern!AU, witch!sanji, jealous!sanji, afab!reader, wc: 7.3k (wheezes), mdni. spooky carnival is still in town, go catch it if youâre in for a bad time.
masterlist.
i.Â
Zoro sets his glass back on the table with a forceful clink. Thereâs liquor rolling to the corner of his lips.Â
âI still donât get it,â annoyance hangs from his voice as he speaks. âHow the fuck you put up with him?â
Your reflection looks back at you from the amber in your glass.Â
âHeâs sweet and he cooks for me,â you mean it. Despite Zoroâs lack of trust in your newfound romance, slightly taking to repulse, Sanji has been nothing but a dream to you. Resting his cheek on yours as you were watching some movie you borrowed for the night, swinging hands as he took you grocery shopping. Everything about him buzzes with the type of comfortable affection one meets in magazines, or in Christmas commercials, and youâre sure to fall harder for him by the day. âHave you taken the time to cook for someone you dated?â
âYeah?â Zoro washes the accusation away with another sip. âYou into cooks?â
âApparently.â
ââs he a good cook?â
A smile, prideful. âNothing but a wizard in the kitchen.â
âChrist, youâre even starting to sound like him,â he teases further. âPutting random words together and expecting to make sense.â
âHeâs a good cook, Zoro,â you tell him again.Â
Thereâs a pause.Â
âNo kidding.â
At a loss of what to say, you clumsily try to fill the silence.
âYeah.âÂ
âAs long as you like him or whatever,â defeated, waving his hand. âJust keep him outta my sight, will you?â
âDeal,â you say, downing your drink as you do. Bitterness lingers on the roof of your mouth, throat burned and numbed out. Suddenly your mind wanders somewhere else. âCare for another round?â
Zoroâs smirk is sly, devilish. âNow thatâs more like my language.â
So you get yourselves a second refill that turns into a third, and a forth, until thereâs no more use to bother about keeping count. Your surroundings seem to start whirling for a second. You close your eyes, then open them. And everything gets back into place.
On the day you met him, somewhere around campus, basking in the sun like a stray cat on trim lawn, you and Zoro hit off immediately. Scruffy hair, bomber jackets, eyes looking like heâs about to fall asleep any minute, Zoro is the type to never dwell on things for longer theyâre worth. Always a guy of instinct, speaking truths others might opt to stay away from. On the other hand you have a knack for chaos he easily complements, so for over a year now heâs been a good and loyal friend to you, your time together something neither of you would regret or give up on.
Heâs the one who introduced you to Sanji. Now itâs clearer to you that Sanji had most probably asked him to. Neither of them expected it when you agreed to go out with him, âItâs just a fucking date, chill out. Free meal you know?â; and to your own surprise, your heart skipped a good beat when you saw him that night.
Sanji. Annoying, perverted, absolutely fucking delusional Sanji, lighting up a cigarette in front of his car. Light fell nicely on his rings as he kept a hand around a flower bouquetâthe pretentious kind, with a wrapper and ribbon and all. Red button-up, black jeans, coat. Heart-warming smile.Â
Everything about the scene felt like something taken from those really sugary rom-coms you and Zoro make fun of when drunk. Yet somehow you admired Sanji for putting in the effort. His hand quivered on the door handle, âYou look sensational, my dear.â Adjusting your seat belt, you told him that he didnât look so bad himself, and by the pink crossing his face as you did, you deduced he might not be used to having flattery thrown his way.Â
At dinner he told you he was raised in a small restaurant down east, and that they sold soy wax candles and herbs right next door. Wiping up your mouth with a handkerchief, you tried to come up with a quip around it, âAnd you stocked healing crystals and runes as well, right?â But then he just propped his hand in a palm, a wide smile blooming on his face that made you unsure whether he was playing along with the narrative or simply felt happy to talk about his past. âSometimes we did, yeah. But we were more into the culinary side of things.â
When, a couple days later, you told Zoro that you and Sanji had spent the night together, he didnât hesitate to let you know that he thought it a bad idea. He warned that Sanji was weirdânot in the sense that he had a wandering eye or spent a rent-worth on cigarettes. He was simply weird. Fingers drumming on wood, âCaught him mustering some nonsense crap to a jar once. Like he was enchanting it or something.â Soon you were reliving the conversation you had on your first date. âYou mean heâs, like, Sabrina the Teenage Witch?â Zoro didnât catch it. âWho?â he said, and you waved him off. âNevermind.â
The sneer he wore back then was similar to the one he makes now, seeing the blue light of your phone fill the room with a notification.Â
âItâs him,â you say, fingers instinctively hovering to your lock screen. Neither can you help looking at the hour displayed in blinding white: 01:51 A.M.Â
Zoro keeps himself from rolling his eyes. âTell him Iâm bringing you to your dorm.â
You text; the reply comes in a beat.Â
âHe asks if you even know where my dorm is.â
âOf course Iââ Zoro clicks his tongue. Then he snatches the phone from your hands and presses ârecordâ. âOf course I know where to go you jackass,â he snarls, throat pulsing.Â
Taking your phone back, you check the message popping in not long after. âHe says heâs coming over.â
âFine then. Whatever.â Itâs low. He sounds irritated. âLetâs pay and weâll wait for your princess outside.â
And thatâs exactly what you do; take care of the bill, grab your jackets and throw yourselves out. Feeling the crisp air on your cheeks, you realise youâre so much drunker than youâve felt inside. Youâre light, feathery, persistently on the verge of being blown out. Concrete flounders around you and you have to put in some additional effort to maintain your balance. Time becomes harder for you to register or something Zoro has just said made you cackle for too long because here is Sanji, your sweet boyfriend Sanji, parking his car not too far away from your forms. You can tell he put on himself the first things he saw in the wardrobe. His hair is slightly disordered, his step heavy as he rushes to your direction.Â
âEvening Angel,â Sanji chirps, pulling you into a hug, and you cannot help but dig your nose into the soft fabric of his hoodie, closing your eyes, glad to finally have something to lean your weight onto. His tone drops when he looks at Zoro. âMosshead.â
Zoroâs hands are sunk into his pockets. âTold you I got everything under control.â
âPardon me if I didnât believe you.â Sanji is sardonic. âLooking at the state of this slump, seems like I was right not to.â
âNot my idea to come here, bitch,â Zoro drones. His breath fogs the air as he speaks. âNext time get your head outta your ass and listen to people before running your mouth.â
Some of Sanjiâs cologne still hangs from the soft fabric. âThis was the only place that allowed us to play cards,â you say against his chest.
âAha,â he flattens his hand across your back. âAt least tell me you played for money and bled this loser dry. Tomorrow will get yourself something pretty with stupid mosshead pocket change.â
âYou done talking?â Zoro says through gritted teeth.Â
âYeah,â Sanjiâs lips press into a thin line. Heâs slowly urging you towards the car. âWeâll be off in a beat.â
âWe didnât play for money,â you tilt your head to look at him, trying to match his steps as you distance yourselves from the pub.Â
âWhat a pity.â Between wry and affectionate.Â
You raise a loose fist in the air. âTill the next one, Zoro!â
âSee ya daredevil,â Zoro shifts his weight from one leg to another. âTuck your princess in and give him a sweet goodnightâs kiss, yeah?â
âFuck you,â Sanji heaves, closes the door behind you.Â
On the way to your dorm, he doesnât ask about how many you had or lecture about being aloneâwith Zoroâlate at night. Why would he? Heâs aware this is a part of you, and heâd lie if he said he doesnât melt watching the glimmer in your eye and your lips curling into a wicked smirk each time you tell him how much fun you had. Though he does worry about you, sometimes, when you willingly throw yourself in all kinds of dangerous shenanigans. Seeing your head slipping down the backrest, silently Sanji casts a spell on your eyelids to make sure you sleep unbothered until tomorrow morning. Tucks some strands of hair behind your ear, yet his eyes are still fixed on the road, and his hands are both rested on the steering wheel.Â
Normally, he wouldnât have been so exhibited with his magic had you been awake. But for now he takes the liberty to carry himself as if he were alone or in the company of the shitty bunch at the Baratie that taught him the craft to begin with. Foliage and plains and cottages move remotely in his wingspan while he continues to think of you. Your smile, your laughter, the nonchalant way you coil your arms around his own to show you around the places that you have so many stories to tell about. To him you are a bundle of new experiences and joy, something pleasant and airy he wishes to emanate himself someday. Always honest, always so easy to approach. Dandelion seeds whirling loosely in the wind.Â
But the one thing he cannot seem to take his mind from is that having a bent for partying also means having a bent for Zoro.Â
Lazy, shabby, perpetually absent-minded Zoro.Â
His hands tighten on the steering wheel.Â
Sanji has never really liked the guy, for reasons he doesnât have the time or energy to list. Tolerance is perhaps too much to describe the compromise heâs willing to take; but he attempts it, for your sake. Because no matter how he tries looking at things Zoro adds something to this life of yours he certainly doesnât have, or doesnât know how to make up for. No matter how well you fit in his arms, early in the morning with sleep still heavy on your lashes, throaty voice narrating a dream so bizarre it plucks a laughter from his lips, the nights will always be reserved to someone he wouldnât even bother to understand. Because he doesnât want to.Â
Window rolls down; he lights up a cigarette.Â
Moments pass. His car stops by a pair of victorian-esque gates he doesnât take long to recognise. He carries you on his back all the way to your dorm room, putting to sleep everyone he stumbles upon as he does; he isnât supposed to be here, and certainly you arenât supposed to return this late at night. Heâs thankful you chose to sleep in the bottom bed. With this thought in mind he arranges your pillow and places you under the covers, slowly, gently almost like you were made of glass. From his tote bag he picks out a flask and a piece of paper he scribbles on: âfor your hangoverâsanji <3âÂ
ii.
The sun bleeds through stained glass in dazzling shades of pink and blue and yellow. Wind chimes, cluttered shelves. Dusted books. The air is thick with the smell of wood and incense. Sanji picks at the fingers that he keeps tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. He isnât allowed to smoke in here, but fuck does he need a drag. Light catches across the variety of bottles and jars lined up in front of him, all displayed in eye-catching colours and labelled in alphabetical order.Â
Would I? He tries his best not to pick up the light blue piece lingering a little too at hand not to be a work of fate. Should I? Sanji kisses his teeth; he takes the thing into his palm.Â
Thereâs a piece of paper attached by lace ribbon. Writing is dainty, yet small and hardly intelligible.
Truth shows itself in wicked colours;
betrayal, freedom, promise.
For they who shall drink this wicked brew
take a night in their belovedâs embrace.
Is their bond seen pure and true,
the Garden sees no place for others.
Like the first lovers on EarthâÂ
runaways from Eden, they shall be.
Sanji takes a deep breath. Flips the flask on all sides, reading and rereading, biting his inner cheek. Itâs not like he doesnât trust you. He does, with all his heart. And yet he cannot help but shamelessly wonder: if Zoro hadnât introduced you, would you and him have ended up together? Does he stand in the way of something which is meant to be? âIâm pathetic, fuck.â
He tastes blood.Â
Talking to you about this is out of the question, since that would mean admitting Zoro is a better match for you. Plus, honesty is one of the things he admires about you. Heâs sure you wouldnât cheat. To bring this up would only lead to conflict and the sort of disappointment heâd rather choke to death than see reflected in your eyes.Â
âThis shit is ridiculous.â
The flask makes a frail sound as Sanji throws it in the basket. Stomping the floor with his foot, a cold sweat bobbing at his nape, at checkout heâs greeted by a gorgeous woman dressed in a velvet dress and speaking with a faint voice he doesnât care enough to pay attention to. Thereâs a black cat sleeping on a shelf behind her.Â
âIs this everything you needed?â she asks, carefully placing the goods in a paper pag.Â
Sanji drops some cash on the counter and leaves without saying a thing to her.Â
iii.Â
âWhat do you think, my dear?â Sanji asks you on the other side of the table. The potion he bought a week ago forms a bump inside the pocket of his dress pants.Â
You want to be sure of your answer, so you take another forkful of your food, still steaming hot and methodically arranged on the plate. Itâs good. No, itâs tremendously good, better than you imagined it to be.Â
âSanji, this is incredible,â you say, not allowing yourself the time to fully swallow. âAnd Iâm not only saying this because I like complimenting you.â
âIâm glad to hear that.â His face brightens, a mix of pride and the unpretentious joy he takes from cooking to other people. However he still looks to be preoccupied by something else you never find the right timing to ask about.Â
Embarrassment hitching up your throat, you drag your fork across ceramic. Sanji stays silent for a moment; his plate is barely touched. In hopes to escape the tension, your eyes wander to look at his curtains, his shelves, an enframed picture with a gruff old man and a much younger Sanji cheerily holding out a slice of lemon cheesecake. The apartment is small, but tasteful, with decent flooring and a rent anyone your age can afford. White walls, light blue cushioning. A closed balcony where he grows basil and rosemary.Â
You are going to sleep over tonight. Itâs not that you've never done this before; have dinner together before deciding on a movie youâll never get to watch because his hand grips on your thigh a little too tightly and your knee presses itself somewhere too bold to go unnoticed. But something feels different now, you cannot quite tell why. He feels different. With his avoidant eyes and stuttering words and index finger that frequently climbs to scratch an eyebrow.Â
âIf you wanted to break up with me you couldâve chosen a cafĂ©, you know?â you hear yourself saying, arms folded.Â
âWhat?â His chair scrapes the floor; he tries not to cringe from the sound. âNo, no.â It's ferm. It's rushed. âWhy would you think that?â goes unsaid.Â
Fingertips digging into the table, Sanji doesn't know how he ended up on his feet. He takes the opportunity to take the seat next to yours, plate and cutlery clanking along as he does. âNo one's breaking up with anyone, sweetheart,â words fight their way through the knot in Sanji's throat.Â
Sanji shoves his fork in his food which now looks less parmigiana and more like something a primary school kid would make for their art class assignment. Fuck, adding wasted food to his trainwreck fog of thoughts is the last thing he wants for tonight. After he swallows it down, his tone finally relaxes.Â
âI was actually thinking of proposing something, now that weâre soon to move up to dessert. Something I'd like us to try,â he says.Â
It registers quickly. âLike in bed?â
âIt might sound a little weird, though.â Sanji avoids meeting your eyes. His chest rises and falls in a disjointed rhythm as he tries his best to empty his plate.Â
âI like weird,â you say, propping your head on a fist, curiosity pushing your mouth a little higher.Â
He cannot help but mimic your smile. âWell I bought us something.â
âYou did.â
âYeah, I did.â Not wasting any more time, he pulls the flask out of his pocket, displays it on the dinner tableâclear liquid bottled in cerulean crystal, ribbon unfastened and label removed. Your eyes widen. âI was doing some grocery shopping, and stumbled upon this,â Sanji explains.Â
You take it in your hands, blinking, carefully not to damage the contents. âIs this an aphrodisiac?âÂ
âYou can call it that,â he says. âIt stimulates the senses, so everything should feel a little more intense than usual. I know I havenât been necessarily adventurous with you, dear,â looking into his plate, then at you. Inevitably he starts thinking of Zoro. âThought maybe I can start from somewhere.â
Your hand reaches his. âYou donât have to go out of your way for me. Youâre perfect for me, yeah? And I have fun with you. Lots of it, actually.â
âI knowââ heat rising in throat, he reaches to loosen his shirt collar. âI mean, youâre perfect for me, too, hell I cherish each and every moment we spend together. Kind of felt intrigued to experience this with you, is all. However itâs definitely ok and understandable if you donât feel comfortable doing it.â
Inspecting the flask in your hands, you give it a second of thought. You know the kind of shops Sanji frequents: equipped with dust and smoke and mysteries. The between-buildings types you have asked about before, and received a response either too vague or too straightforward to be taken seriously. Even still, trust has never been an obstacle. You trust Sanji; he has trustworthy eyes and a soothing voice that feels like a kiss on oneâs eyelids. Heâs good to you, always has been, when he cradles your face in his palms and calls you his sun and moon and stars, stardust dripping from his eyes as he assures youâre the best heâs had.Â
âDoes this have any side effect or some sort?â you look up to search for his gaze, and like pulled by a magnet Sanji returns it.Â
âNo,â he says. âWears off in the morning. Like nothing happened.â
If you donât end up running to Zoro, that is. Thereâs a sinking feeling in his stomach as the thought snipes through his mind. Heâs not sure how to feel about lying to you, either. But maybe itâs for the best; if it turns out he isnât your meant-to-be after all. Â
Decisive, âFuck it. Letâs do it, then.â
Sanjiâs smirk fades out the anxiety. âIn this case our next course will consist of one more secret ingredient.â
Feet swinging, tapping against the floor. Walls drifting apart and closing in. Moments have passed through you like sequences from a dream, and you fiddle with the sleeves of your sweater as Sanji sets the dessert on the tableâtwo delicate things, like they were long intended to play the highlight of your night, light pink and beautifully decorated with dried rose petals and pomegranate seeds. For a minute you marvel at Sanjiâs attention to detail, the love he puts into any dish as he turns them into something special and palatable.Â
âBaby,â your laugh is a casual play at fragrancy Sanji takes in with a one-sided smile. âThereâs no way I can run my teaspoon into this.â
He takes the seat to your right. âThe real deal happens when you taste it, sweetheart,â he says, reaching for a teaspoon of his own, strands of blonde hair brushing one cheek as he does.Â
And when you eventually do it, run tableware through moulded cream, you relish the sweetness that melts on the roof of your mouth. Sanji asks if you can tell the other thing apart from the dish. You say no, I donât, do you? I think itâs the pomegranate, he acts like heâs uncertain even though youâre sure it shouldnât take more than a few seconds. I only used some as decor. But here itâs rather pungent, not that Iâm complaining. Childâs play. Halfway through your tasting, a second question comes.Â
Do you feel anything?Â
I donât.Â
Do you?
No.
Sanjiâs heart clutches in his chest. Heâs impatient, laughable even, he knows he is, since spells like this should take longer to surface. Three times he mouthed the chant and the potion gracefully vanished into steam as it poured down the servings, no drops left. By the look of that, Sanji might at least expect something to happen. Either bad or reassuring.Â
Yet you stay your familiar comfortable selves even after youâve eaten the whole thing, carrying on as such when you help himâat least attempting to, he never lets you lift a fingerâclean the table and watch him washing the dishes from one of his counters. Sleeves pushed to elbows, fingers sunk into the sponge, hair pushed into concentrated, concentrating eyes. Water rolls off his wristsâdrip, drop. He tells you something, but you cannot hear him. It hovers towards the ceiling and in the back of your head, a muffled sound engulfing you not less like the numbing feeling of being underwater. Shamelessly you ask him to repeat.Â
Okay, maybe you do start feeling some way.Â
Sanji turns off the tap. A crushing silence.Â
âI was wondering if you thought of something to watch tonight,â he turns to look at you, and stops.Â
He cannot tell if itâs your eyes, suddenly looking bigger, or your collarbones, stretching in and out in anticipation, wet lips looking wetter, slightly parted as you breathe, but he feels helplessly drawn to you, like youâve been tied up by some invisible rope that keeps rolling up, more and more, thinning the space between your bodies. Air catches in his lungs as he lets himself be torn apart by his awe and not knowing what to do with it.Â
Just as indiscreetly you wrap your eyes around his shoulders, his chest, his biceps, looking so much more strained under his shirt. Watching him make a step towards you, it seems like his eyes have gotten brighter, cheeks catching a faint tinge of pink, and you have to fight the impulse to dip a hand under your sweater and see how those long fingers of his would feel on you.Â
Your fingertips bite into the front edges of the counter. âNot yet, no,â you say, a little disconnected from yourself. Sanjiâs scent is an intoxicating mix of rosemary and sandalwood. âGuess weâll have to browse and see what comes our way.â
âSure. Weâll look.â Stepping forward, Sanji is the most relaxed heâs felt in days, his limbs and shoulders so much lighter as he moves, comfortably numb in the absence of a thought which has weighted on his back like a fiend draining him of his life force. He knows he has been waiting for something tonight, an answer, you calling a name he cannot bring himself to remember, and yet his mind is blank with nothing but the image of his lips crashing on yours.Â
His presence radiates need, and it sends an electric shiver down your spine as he comes closer to you, fingers running over your knuckles. When your eyes align with his, you find it impossible to look anywhere else. So you sink into the blue and drown. Sanji leans further in, and his breath is sultry against your earshell as he speaks.Â
âFuck knows whatâs happening to me, dear,â he says, a hoarse sound that makes your thighs squeeze together. âBut please tell me youâll ride my face before anything else.â
But he sure knows whatâs going on. He put a spell on you; or something along these lines.Â
Your body moves by its own as you push forward, biting your bottom lip, pressing your chest against his. âWant me to fuck your mouth, pretty?â your tone echoes the urgency of his request.Â
His lips trail down your ear and across your neck. Suddenly your legs are wrapped around his torso. âOh, and even more,â he tells you. âI want you to cream on my mouth so much that youâll never find any other to please you just as good.â
âThen why am I not in your bed yet?â It comes out more desperate than it should. Without realising your fingers have unfastened at least two of his shirt buttons, and now they seem to cling onto his collar for dear life.Â
Something flares in him; powerful, primal, which he hasnât been aware heâs had before, sliding a hand under your hips and picking you up before slamming his lips against yours. The kiss is deep, all tongue. You return it with closed eyes and a breathy moan that pulls Sanji in a frenzied daze. Hands curled at his nape, you lose yourself in the taste of nicotine and pomegranates as you let him carry you past dim lit walls and into the bedroom. He doesnât bother to turn on the lights. When he hurls you in bed, itâs with a deliberate movement, careful not to bruise you in any way but not the less forceful altogether.Â
Then you take care of the rest of his buttons and belt, and he moves his focus to your pants, tugging them off while your mouths canât gather the resolve to leave each other. Your fingers rake themselves through his hair. Smoothing the skin under your sweater, his hands stop to flatten around your breast. As Sanji presses his weight on you, it becomes impossible not to notice how fucking hard he is, greedy and throbbing against your soaked panties. Heâs at his most unbridled tonight, and yet he touches you with the ritualistic devotion of a priest, mouthing syrup into your ear like lighting candles on an altar. The full moon spills in her light through the window, blue and delicate, and for a moment there you are sure Sanjiâs contours have caught a prismatic glow, colourful flashes whirling in your vision, wavering around him like some sort of aura.Â
After he breaks away, you are still tied together by a thin thread of saliva. He pushes your panties aside, and your back arches when he slides a digit, and then a second one, into your slit. Thereâs lust in his eyes, the kind youâve never seen on him before, drinking in the sweet faces you make while his fingers press in and out of you in circling motions, rubbing your clit just so sweetly as he does.Â
âLook how wet you are, dearest,â he mutters, more to himself than to you. âAlways such a lovely mess for me.â
âI want you, Sanji,â you say, aware that you cannot hide the way he makes you feel by looking at him alone.Â
Itâs you, Sanji.
Your voice echoes in his heart like water dripping in a cave, let it melt inside him with something close to relief. He wants to thank you; and yet he cannot tell exactly what for. What he does instead is pull you into another kiss, less vicious and more affectionate, keeping you close with a hand flattened on your nape.Â
The more you kiss him the brighter the room looks. Spectral rainbow fading behind his form.Â
âCould you shift your hips for me?â Sanji eventually suggests. âLet me taste you, honey.â
It doesnât take long to figure out what he means by that. Like a thing of habit, you let Sanji take your spot on the bed, then climb your way onto his face. You take yourself a moment before starting to move, but all wariness disappears the moment he drags a flat tongue across your slit. His voice vibrates into your core as your taste has him mumbling seared praises against your folds. Further you drop yourself on his mouth, and more he laps at your pussy, wet and desperate, coaxing you those sounds that fill the room and blend in with the moonlight.Â
Sanjiâs tongue has always managed to make you shiver. But this time is different, because you can feel everything; nose and beard and lips, drenched in your slick, white-hot as they rub themselves against your favourite spots. You can feel it when his eyes close and open, taking his time to savour the moment, and when he lets out a pleasured sigh to let you know how grateful he is to be allowed the luxury of tasting you, there is a delirious sensation rushing from your heat and climbing to your back like an electrical shock. It makes you thrust your hips harder against his mouth, call out his name with the urgent solemnity you didnât know your voice could be able to reproduce.Â
Looking at the way Sanjiâs lower body tries to helplessly grind against nothing, cock straining in the confines of his boxers, bulging and stained with precum, you come to realise he must be feeling the same as you do. Oh, but Sanji revels in seeing how sweet you can be for him, and how good he can make you feel when he eats you out. He doesnât mind the pain as long as he gets to lick you off his chin after heâs done. Never someone to dismiss your pleasure over his own. And yet.Â
As his mouth diligently works on the heat that is now building in your stomach, and your movements pick up in pace to reach the high, you cannot help not to stare at his cock, thrusting the air to catch up with your rhythm. Hands running a touch across his stomach, you lick your lips. Sanji moans into you when you lean down to tug at his boxers.Â
âAngel, whatââ you hear him saying.Â
Not allowing him the time to protest, you press yourself onto his face. âIâm so close, please,â you inform him, in a voice you donât recognise. âPlease donât stop.â
So he doesnât, running his tongue around your clit, not letting a single drop go to waste. Youâre almost there.Â
âGood goddess, fuck,â he huffs, feeling your hands on his balls, and shortly after your mouth kissing him at the tip.Â
He comes that instant; let heat shoot in your mouth and down your throat as you wrap your lips around him, swallowing and licking off everything you can. There is something wrecked in his voice as heâs taken through his crescendo, something like a prayer sent to an all-mighty, and even then he continues to kiss your folds and drag his tongue across you until you come to climb a peak of your own. With Sanjiâs taste lingering on the roof of your mouth, tears begin to well up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you call for him, over and over again, enveloped in pleasures you never thought that existed.Â
Only when youâre brought back, a panting mess, you realise Sanji remained just as hard as you left himâsomething only that weird sex drink couldâve made it happen. You take the opportunity to lift your hips from his mouth and better adjust yourself at his crotch; he starts shifting awkwardly the moment you do.Â
âThereâs no need to, really.â Sanji is hesitant as he looks down at you, lips red and goatee still soaked with your slick.Â
âBut I want my meal,â you say, already licking at the tip. âItâs only fair you let me have one too.â
Heâs having a hard time saying no to you; but how can he, when you talk with that voice, and when you look at him with those pleading eyes that reflect the gates to Heaven and more? Your mouth takes a little more of him, hot tongue trailing up and down his cock, and his eyes roll back into his head in visible defeat.Â
Sanji runs his fingers through your hair. His tone takes to yearning, âSo my precious darling is hungry, huh? Cute and silly for my cock?â
âMhm,â bottom lip rolling up, wetly.
Half smug, half dazed. âThen itâd be cruel of me not to keep you fed.âÂ
Deeper you push your mouth around him, until heâs twitching in your throat and you start to gag. Sanjiâs thumb finds your cheekâplease donât do anything you donât want to. But you wouldnât stop. You cannot stop. Not when you get to hear the whimpers he makes as your lips press around the skin ever so slightly, when you look up at his heaving chest, his parted lips, pushing out a broken exhale, the eyes that now flood with wavering reflections of the moonlight and tears threatening to wet his lashes.Â
âOh, my angel.â Itâs coarse, struggling for air. His eyes shut close. âMy sun, my everything. Yeah, like that. So fucking good.â
Hands coated in spit, you reach to give his balls a gentle squeeze, continue to fill your throat. Once praises have started to spill from Sanjiâs mouth, they donât stop, and they touch a point at which the words feel like no more than babbling, trashed and incoherent, with his hair blown in both of his eyes. His hand sometimes runs to his forehead, other times he uses it to caress your face and pet your hair, but no matter what Sanji stays loud in letting you know how good whatever youâre doing to him feels.
The moment he sets both of his hands on your head, you know itâs because heâs getting close. With a fearful thrust of his cock into your mouth a growl leaves him, and soon after his second release spills down your throat, warm, somehow sweet. You swallow; his chest expands and contracts in attempt to catch his breath.Â
Specks of light dash off Sanjiâs lips. Pulling you at his level, he clashes them against yours into yet another kiss, sloppy and greedy as he runs his hand down your curves, sinks his fingers into your skin. The touch sears everywhere it reaches; and you cannot do anything but melt in his arms, let yourself be moulded by this growing need that somehow can never quite satiate you.Â
âHope you donât think you wonât be rewarded for that,â Sanji breathes into your mouth.Â
Your lips rolling to his jaw, you say, âHope you donât think Iâve had enough of you.â
âIâm here for you to take,â with a quivering hand Sanji squeezes your pussy. âWill always be.â
His fingers send a delightful shock throughout your body. Something close to a moan tears from your throat. âYou're such a whore for me, Sanji.âÂ
âCan you blame me?â Sanji rubs his tip against your inner thigh. âDarling, please look at yourself.â
âFor the love of godââ wet and breathless against his ear. âDonât make me wait any longer.âÂ
Your impatience endears him, has his heart beating so much faster than it already does. Still he starts slowly, pushing you onto the pillows, taking his time to relish your expression as he lifts your legs and lovingly sets them atop his shoulders. Sanji almost laughs at himself, because even under the influence of this potion that brings out anything wild and viscerally troublesome he has in him, nothing delights him more than getting to unravel you with the same care one deseeds a pomegranate in the kitchen.Â
Placing a kiss on your calf, he croons, âSay, sweetheart, what about you? Who do you crave for just so?âÂ
Not wasting a beat, âYou, Sanji.â Itâs you.Â
He could get off by these words alone.Â
âAnd what do you want from me?â he starts to coat himself in your slick, pressing the tip on your clit every now and then. âDo you want me to fuck you, maybe? Fill you up and call you beautiful?â
You can only nod, legs coiling around his neck in anticipation. âYeah, yeah. Please fuck me.â
Then you can feel him burying himself into you, and it rips a sound from your mouth as soon as he does. Your hips lift to increase the friction. You accommodate him easily, trembling under him and through the persistent knot in your stomach that has you wanting for more.Â
When he bottoms out, his voice is low, hypnotic. âLike this?â
âLike this,â you echo, drowning yourself in the wild glimmer flaring in his eyes.
Fingers dug into your legs, his temples sweaty, Sanji pulls out, then drops himself back in, each motion steadier than the other. Wet sounds fill the sheets as your bodies coil and flatten together like nothing matters in this world but you and this moment and the moon capturing your contours in ethereal glow. Nothing, no one. Sanji speeds his hips, chest flushed and sweltering. Usually youâre not as permissive with your sounds as he is, but tonight they seem to just pour themselves out of your mouth, every sigh and moan and whimper, sugar waterfalls thickening the air as Sanji moves you into each thrust.Â
âAh,â you hear him say, a man aflame. âRefresh my memory, would you, angel? Who did you want to fuck again?â
Through an exhale, âYouââ a pause. âOnly you.â
âYou feel so good,â he whines, collapses with a slapping sound. âSo sweet, so perfect for me.â
Blue and pink and yellow; just as vivid when you close your eyes. He goes in deep, deeper, and your thighs are shivering against his torso.Â
âYeah? You like that?â legs tightening their grip around him. âLike it when I take you good and confess?â
âMore than that,â Sanji is breathless. âMakes me insane. Youâre making me go insane.â
You wouldnât admit it, but you know how it feels. To have your sanity run scarce by a voice telling you how faultless you are, that no matter how you see yourself you will always be a cosmos in someone elseâs eyes. If anything, you should know this better than anyone else, the maddening feeling of being fed honey and sugar glaze as your thoughts are pressed against body heat. Lost in his trance Sanji picks up the pace, and thereâs a wet, debauched mewl that overrides even the careless crash of your skins.Â
Lip caught under your teeth, âWant to, mhâwanna hear another confession, baby?âÂ
âWhatâs on your mind, my sweet?â Sanjiâs lips ghost over your calf.Â
âThink Iââ with a thrust your eyes are hurled to the ceiling. âFuck, I think I love you.â
Vulnerable.Â
Suddenly his chest drops against yours, a chance for your legs to flatten across his back, pulling him the closest you can. His fingers interlace with yours as he sinks into the crook of your neck.Â
Reckless.Â
The pace doesnât slow down, but you can very well tell itâs become sloppier than before. A lost rhythm. When you look at him again, you are quick to notice the dampness pushing at the corners of his eyes.Â
âI love you too,â glad to finally word it this way. âI love you so much.âÂ
Then he continues to rut into you, shaky voice fogging your neck the moment your nails pierce into his back. Your hips thrust themselves up, desperate for tandem. Heat erupts inside you. Another peak youâre yearning to chase.Â
ââm gonna come, âm gonna come,â you tell him, cheek brushing over his hair.Â
âLet go, my dear,â in a frail tone. âLet me hear you.â
With a squeeze of your hand Sanji fucks you the way you need him toâviciously.Â
He could try. He could at least try to make you fall so hard for him that you will keep your words even after the spell wears off.Â
You pull at his hair, mean and senseless as a sudden burst of pleasure tears through you. Your lips move without being able to hear the words. There mustâve been something you said, though, youâre sure there was, because Sanjiâs soon chasing after, hung on a mournful vowel, flooding you through his end.Â
The moon soaks into your bodies.
iv.Â
Sanji wakes up with tinnitus. He blinks, once, twice, waiting for the specks of colour before his eyes to rearrange into furniture. The next thing he recognises is your breathing, small and lukewarm on his chest. Instinctively his arms wrap themselves around you, and thereâs a long exhale when they do. Youâre naked, both of you. His head becomes heavy with flashes of last night, lips pressed together, bending sternum, and soon they are replaced with the sound of a name he thought he couldnât remember. Sentiments he thought he discarded.Â
He thought he would lose you.Â
But you are still here.Â
Before knowing it, his arms are shaking, and like heâs done many times when he finds it impossible to contain himself, he covers his eyes with an elbow.Â
He starts crying.Â
Muffled, subtle, more worried about waking you up than about having to figure out an excuse for his tears. Droplets roll off his cheeks and onto his collarbone. His chest jerks up and down in a pathetic staccato. He wishes he were someone with more control over his emotions, sometimes, during moments like this. But he isnât, and he cannot change, just like he cannot be many other things.Â
A soft rustle beneath the sheets. Arms squeezing his torso.Â
âSanji, hey.â The words come out rasp, still filled with sleep. When he doesnât answer, thereâs a thumb wiping across his cheek. âWhatâs wrong, baby?â
âIâm sorry,â is all he can manage.Â
Warmly, concerned. âSorry for what?â
âIâm sorry,â he hiccups again. âIâm so sorry.â
Because he doubted you. Because he cannot fucking stop doubting himself. Heaven knows heâd tell you all these things, were he a braver man. Instead thereâs only one thing that seems to be coming out of him, a broken record.
âIâm sorry.â
You wouldnât want to pressure him. Without saying anything else you keep Sanji in your arms, squeeze him tighter as his tears blend with your hair and your fingers move to soothe his frantic shoulders. Salt pours on his bottom lip. Sanji accepts the comfort despite his better judgement, burying his face into your neck, trying to focus on the sound of your breathing. You stay like this for a while.Â
There are so many things heâd want to tell you; the kind of things that eat through his guts and tear him apart. Silly images of him taking you to the Baratie, teaching you the way around potions, topping your hand as you sign your name in blood and knowledge, are you to feel rebellious enough.Â
And he will, one day; talk to you about everything heâs ever seen and touched. Now, however, he closes his eyes and hopes you will somehow catch a flicker of all the love he has in him; everything that makes him foolish.Â
by far the longest thing i've written in years & it's a boring au. now excuse me but i need to go lie down for a while.
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hiiii, i love ur writing so much, u capture the slytherin boys perfectly chefs kiss đ and i was wondering if u could do 69 or ab/thigh riding with any of the boys?? heehee đ€ if ur not comfortable with that thatâs totally ok, js wanted to ask and see
thanks!!
Hide and seek- T.R
(tw: thigh riding, 69, ab riding, overstim, praise, slight degradation, prey+predator mindset)
first of all thank u smmm, annnd okay sooo how about both.. hehe >:)
you see, tom was a man who was into many things. some, usual, and some well.. deranged?
he wasnât the type to immediately get into sexual relations upon getting together, but believe me once heâs there, thereâs no going back. he watched over you constantly as if you were his prey, ready to be taken over by him, your main predator.
and when i say predator i mean it, once hes got you youâre his and thereâs no getting out, he will literally eat you out the second heâs got you. he loves playing this special little game, one where you run, hide, and he seeks. now it seems easy, the castle is huge thereâs no way he could catch you.
not to mention the fact that you two only play at night- prefect privileges.
youâre running, heart pounding against your chest at the thought that any given moment tom would snatch you up and youâd lose your game, though thatâs what you really wanted. the adrenaline starts kicking in when you hear echoed footsteps from another hall, attempting to sprint away as quietly as possible failing miserably; hearing the footsteps getting louder and closer.
no thinking necessary you ran out of the castle and it was pitch black. peeking behind as you were running you caught a glimpse of tom chasing after you- this time you did think but only for a split second before running towards the forbidden forest not looking behind at all and rushing throughout different bushes and passing creatures.
finally stopping for a second to take a rest and catch your breath you slid down a tree and sat breathing heavily. you closed your eyes for a second and as you were getting up you heard a twig break. looking behind you there stood tom smirking. you had two options in this part of the game, surrender and have some mercy, or the fun option, run more and whatever happens.. happens.
obviously choosing the fun option you immediately ran for your life in the opposite direction of him and swerved around trees trying to offset him from your trail, to no avail you heard twigs breaking behind you after youâve thought youâve gotten away.
stopping for a moment you realized there were no more breaking twigs, or any noise at all for that matter. you looked around worried, there was not even the sound of a cricket. all you could hear was your breathing, until you felt warm sporadic breathing over your left shoulder. abruptly turning around you were stopped by strong arms. âcaught you doveâ
even though you knew it was tom, even though you knew he wouldnât hurt you, your heart was practically beating through your chest. you could never imagine what he was going to do to you whenever you lost this specific game, even if youâve never actually won.
âyou know, running into the forest like that.. not very smart of you. i think someone might need a bit of a punishmentâ. his hand met your throat tightly wrapping around it, whispering a charm that brought you back to his dorm. âhow the fuckâ you breathed out suddenly dizzy. âwatch your toneâ he slapped your ass harshly pushing you on the bed.
âstrip for me dollâ, his voice was deep and seductive his words making you hypnotized doing exactly what you were told. removing your skirt slowly looking up at him with your fuck me eyes, followed by removing your shirt giving him a smile. âi have no problem ripping that shit off hurry up.â no hesitation you threw your underwear and bra across his room revealing yourself completely.
âmm you get hotter and sluttier everydayâ he breathed out walking towards you unbuttoning his shirt. though your boyfriend didnât look it, he was hiding a raging six pack underneath that white button down. absolutely toned to perfection you stared in awe, as you did everytime he took his shirt off. âcan i touchâ you looked up at him reaching for his stomach.
he smirked slapping your hand down âactually, youâre going to do something for me.â he laid on the bed and looked over at you, âyouâre going to ride my abs, just like the slut you are dollâ his smirk only growing wider at your visual embarrassment. âwhatâs wrong? i thought you loved them..â he chuckled mockingly in amusement.
your face was an indescribable color of crimson and you couldnât even look him in the eyes as you straddled yourself over his stomach and brought yourself down onto his abs. âspitâ he nodded towards your pussy not even looking back up at you, doing as you were told you spit down onto his abs lifting yourself slightly so it could roll down underneath you, lowering yourself back down.
his hands met your hips harshly and began grinding you back and forth onto his abs, to your surprise your clit was being perfectly stimulated dragging over his abs your wetness now mixing with the previous spit as low moans escape your mouth. âi knew youâd like this shit whoreâ he slapped your right breast causing a loud moan to leave your mouth âi need you tomâ you cried out desperately for his dick.
âwell dick is only for good girls who surrender for me, someone didnât surrender.â he pushed you off of his stomach and shoved you on his thigh, âget yourself off for me, and maybe, just maybe iâll let you have dickâ his eyes darkened waiting for your next move, wanting any chance to fuck him you began moving your hips chasing your high just looking at him.
you desperately moved yourself back and forth leaving a slick spot of wetness on his school pants that heâd yet to remove. your eyes trailed up and down his body- scanning his abs admiring how shiny they look covered in your arousal. balancing yourself onto him your hand landed onto his raging boner. it felt like a complete fucking rock. and you absolutely needed it. just the thought of it alone made your immediately reach your high. moaning for him as he watched you carefully.
he reached his fingers down to your pussy sliding them under and pushing them inside the pleasure making you moan even more before he abruptly removed them taking them into his mouth âso delicious doveâ he smirked. âi think overstimulation is the perfect punishment for your forbidden forest incident.â he pushed you off of him and onto the bed, getting off the bed and dragging your legs to the end. he bent down and his head dived into your pussy.
he shook his head back and fourth licking and twirling his tongue all over your clit you could feel another high coming and you didnât want him to stop no matter how much the pleasure hurt. just when you were about to cum he shoved three fingers inside of you pumping them in and out at a harsh speed. you were unable to control your own reactions drool ready to spill from your mouth as you moaned like there was no tomorrow.
you tried to keep yourself from cumming, you didnât want to give him the satisfaction of it. he sucked and twirled his tongue around your clit licking up and down all while fingering you expertly. he knew every spot that made you feel pleasure and had no problem finding new ones. everything finally took over and you couldnât hold back.
even when you screamed âiâm cumming oh fuckkkâ- he didnât stop. tom curled his fingers up and began curling and un curling them all while pumping in and out of you, his long slender fingers hitting your g-spot perfectly. he suddenly stopped. removing all fingers and his face from your pussy. without any words he got back on the bed and smirked. âever done six nine before, loveâ he winked dragging your ass to his face and immediately going back to eating your pussy.
through your moans and undeniable pleasure you tried your best to remove his throbbing boner from his pants, most of it springing out of his boxers you took what you could in your mouth and began bobbing your head. âfuckkâ he took a break from your pussy leaning back and groaning lowly. you swirled your tongue around his tip multiple times before taking all of it and leaving it there for a second.
you were about to keep going when his mouth began to suck harshly on your swollen clit. your moan barley escaping over his dick in your mouth the vibration itself gave him pleasure, he continued abusing your clit, slapping your ass over and over before you bobbed your head more. you were a moaning mess gobbing on tomâs cock, spit was all over yours and tomâs body.
managing to get one arm to his dick you pumped the base of his shaft and sucked only the tip, attempting to give him a taste of his own medicine. you knew he wouldnât last long if you did this. just then he began thrusting himself up into your throat fucking your face all while eating you out. at this point it wasnât only a game of pleasure and overstimulation, but it was a game of you trying to breathe while he attempts to catch his own high.
his thrusts were harsh and your throat would surely be bruised by tomorrow but oh my god did it make you want to cum. and so you did, you came hard, loud, and well, you squirted all over his face. the noise that left your mouth was almost demonic-yet heavenly to him as the pleasure truly became too much. and with that you felt tomâs cum shooting down your throat making you gag at the harsh impact of his thick cum.
âgood fucking girl.. fuck y/nâ he sighed heavily pulling you off of him and bringing you on top of him, âi love this gameâ you sighed catching your breath.
this was so fun to write tbh not having to come up with my own ideas is great LMAO
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Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (3)
Summary: He ruins what you had...
Pairing: Lumberjack!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, Ari being a douche for a moment, sad reader, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy scare, mentions of being unemployed, money problems (implied), remorse, we love Bear
This story is part of my Lumberjack Tales masterlist
Catch up here: Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (2)
A/N: I added the first details of the following request to this part.
Your days off flew by faster than you wanted. Ari and you spend every moment together, lots of cuddling and sex included.
Before you knew it, you called your boss to quit your job. Ari told you more than once that he wants you to stay â forever.
He seemed to be adamant about keeping you around. And you, well you, wouldnât want to leave him, his cabin, and Bear for all the money in the world.
It was the first time in your life that you got the feeling you found your haven, a place where you belong, and are wanted.
âAri,â you call for your lover and maybe future boyfriend. âBaby? Do you want to join me for a walk? We could take Bear too.â
Ari doesnât answer. He came back from another grocery run half an hour ago. Ari didnât say much. He simply carried all bags inside, and even ignored when Bear nuzzled his leg.
Assuming he had another encounter with the, in his words, annoying town folk, you snicker. Ari just hates having too many people around. You donât know what happened, but he likes staying to himself â hence the cabin in the middle of nowhere.
A minute passes by, and another without a word from Ari. You sigh and decide to help him unpack the groceries. Winter is close, and Ari wants to restock his pantry.
âAri?â You walk inside the kitchen, smirking as Ari is busy cleaning the counter. Last night you had sex on it, and you didnât have the time to clean it yet. He huffs and snatches your panties from the ground to throw them into the trash can.
âShit everywhereâŠâ He mutters, still not looking at you. âEverywhereâŠâ
âCan I help you?â You step closer to Ari, to hug him from behind and rest your head against his back. âWe ruined it together. Let me lend you a hand.â
âChrist, can you leave me alone for five minutes?â He raises his voice, making you flinch. âIt feels like youâre breathing down my neck all the time. Sometimes, a man needs time on his own. Youâre suffocating me! Why are you so clingy all the time.â
You stiffen and immediately drop your arms. Stepping away from Ari, you feel like someone punched you in the guts. Not days ago, he told you again that he wanted you to stay forever, and now, Ari is telling you he hates having you around.
âAlright,â you try not to choke on the tears welling up in your eyes. âIâll leave you toâŠcleaning.â
Ari huffs when you run out of the kitchen, and upstairs. He believes youâll give him space and come back down later to join him for breakfast.
Bear whines as he looks at his owner. The Estrela Mountain Dog dips its head to watch its owner angrily scrub the kitchen counter. âNot now, Bear. I had a shitty day. My fucking ex-wife called, that blood-sucking bitchâŠâ
âShoes, pants, wallet,â you sniffle while throwing all of your belongings into your backpack. You wipe your eyes and choke out a sob. How could you believe Ari wants more from you than sex? Of course, heâs already bored and wants you gone. âThatâs all.â
Ari left the house to go for a walk with Bear some time ago. This way, you donât have to say goodbye. Youâll just sneak out and find your way back to civilization and loneliness.
Grabbing your backpack, you sigh. For a few weeks, you believed you found a home. Now you know better. No man can be trusted. Especially not the kind looking like he came right out of a wet dream.
You slowly walk out of the room, not looking back. If you turn around, youâll break down and cry. Thatâs the last thing Ari wants, a whiny and desperate woman clinging to him. Maybe he even believes after you quit your job for him that you are after his money.
Shaking your head, you decide to not think of him any longer. It was great while it lasted. You had a great time and awesome sex. Youâll remember your time with Ari for what it was â a late summer fling.
âY/N? UhâIâm back. Listen,â Ari jogs upstairs to apologize for his earlier outburst. He was angry after hearing from his ex-wife after so long. The last thing he wanted was to yell at you. âBaby? Iâm sorry for yelling. Itâs just thatâŠâ
Ari stops in his tracks. He gasps when he finds the bedroom empty. âY/N?â He rubs his scruffy chin. Something is wrong. All of your clothes are gone. Even the ones you carelessly dropped to the ground when you jumped at him to suck him off last night. âBaby?â
Bear trots inside the room. The huge dog whines loudly as you are nowhere to be found.
âDo you think sheâs shopping?â Ari asks his dog. He furrows his brows as Bear lies down, and whines again. âFuckâŠnoâŠfuck!â
Sitting down on the bed, he buries his face in his hands. He screams your name, angrily stomping his feet. âI fucked up big time!â
Ari aimlessly drives around the area. He searches his property, every inch of it. In town, no one saw you, and youâre not answering your phone.
âBear, I donât even know where sheâs living,â Ari hits the brakes hard when he sees someone walking along the road. He cranes his neck, only to see the cashier from the store in town wave at him. âNot her.â
He slams his hands on the steering wheel, cursing himself for ruining the best thing ever happening to him. âSheâs gone, and itâs all my fucking fault.â
The first days back at your old place felt wrongâjust wrong. You missed Ari's scent and his voice. You barely slept, not only because you felt like your heart got ripped out, but also because you found yourself in desperate need of a new job.
How foolish of you to quit your job for some guy you met not weeks ago.
âFucking idiot,â you call yourself a needy and stupid bitch. âOnly because his dick was good, you fucked up your career and will lose your apartment. Loser bitch. This is so typical of you.â
Four weeks have passed, and you feel numb. Not only did you not get your job back, but youâve got another problem, and your time with Ari left more than a bad taste in your mouth.
Hot tears run down your cheeks, realizing you took too many risks by giving in to the charming and sexy man. Again, you tell yourself that you shouldâve known better.
âBear, come on,â Ari urges his dog. He finally found a trace of you. It took him almost six weeks to find out more about you, and your life. All he knew was your name. Nothing else was important while you were still around. Ari told himself, he could ask questions later and enjoy the blooming relationship you built. âWe got to find her.â
Bear barks as Ari tugs at the dog leash. He sits down and whines loudly. âStop making a fuss, you big beast. We have a job to do. Get up.â
The Estrela Mountain Dog remains where heâs seated. âWhatâs wrong with you?â Ari shakes his head. âWe finally found her, and now you keep me from going to her?â
Ari huffs as his dog jumps up. Bear wags his tail and barks loudly. The dog suddenly starts running to chase after someone.
âBear! Wait! Wait up!â Ari runs after his dog, dodging people here and there. âYou stubborn beast. WAIT!â
Bear suddenly stops. Jumps at someone, making Ari yell his dogâs name louder.
âNo! Stop attacking people. What are you doing?â His heart stops for a second watching Bear nuzzle your belly. The huge beast is whining for your attention as you carefully pat his head. âBear, you beast found her!â
While you crouch down to wrap your arms around Bear, his owner steps closer. He watches you pat his dog while trying to find the words to apologize.
âThere you are,â Ari huffs. âYou must love watching me chase you.â He steps closer to grab Bearâs dog leash. âWe will discuss your behavior on our way back.â
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â You get back up to glare at Ari. âYou wanted your freedom and silence back. I gave you what you wanted.â
You turn to leave, ignoring Bear whining louder. âI didnât want you to leave. Y/N, I was having a bad day and yelled at you. Iâm sorry.â Ari puts his hand on your shoulder, but you shake it off. âWe couldâve talked things out, but you just ran. I needed weeks to find you. How could you just leave me?â
âHow could you treat me like an intruder and a liability?â You snap at Ari. âAll the time you told me to stay, and I believed you. I quit my job for you, only to get kicked out!â
âY/N, I did not kick you out!â He growls. âYou left! I came back and wanted to apologize, only to find you gone. I was scared to hell and back! Do you know how many nights I asked myself if you are still alive?â
You shrug. âYou have a life to go back to, Ari. I suggest you enjoy your solitary, and Iâll take care ofâŠâ Biting your tongue, you look at the envelope in your hands. âWhatever.â
âY/N,â he whispers your name when you are about to walk away. âPlease. Letâs go somewhere else, and have a coffee. We can talk and fix this. It was all just a misunderstanding.â
Ari looks around the area, frowning as his eyes drift toward the building you left.
âThereâs nothing to fix.â You want to walk away, but Bear blocks your path. âBear, no!â
âA doctor?â Ari sucks in a breath. âY/N. Baby, are you sick? Fuck.â Ari wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck. âHow do you feel? What is wrong with you?â
You take a deep breath and say, âIâm pregnantâŠâ
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Can I request drift (idw/lost light) having an opposite personality, daughter? With said daughter being with him since he was deadlock?
First of the MTMTE cast to have a daughter with the opposite personality!
Hope you enjoy!
Drift with a daughter with the opposite personality
SFW, Platonic, Angst, Familial, Cybertronian reader
MTMTE
Deadlock found the little sparkling while wandering aimlessly through the gutters of the Dead End.
The poor thing was struggling around in a deep puddle of oil, whirling and chirping for help.
Drift immediately went over and scooped her up from the puddle and placed her down.
Using some cloth and thinner pieces of scrap, he managed to get most of the gunk from the little oneâs vents and cleaned most of the excess oil off her.
Drift: âThere.â He feels a bit proud he managed to help someone out, even if it wasnât much. The sparkling stared at him with wide optics and curiously chirped at him. Drift looked around. Drift: âWhere are your guardianâs atâoh?â The sparkling was attempting to hug his pede. Drift: âOh! Iâm notâLittle one Iâmânow go on now.â Drift gently pushes the sparkling away from him. The sparkling looks a bit confused before waddling right back to him⊠but not before tripping going headfirst back into the puddle. Drift quickly grabs the sparkling from the puddle again. She blinks as Drift once again cleans her face. Drift: âYou need to watch where youâre going, little one. Now go and this time the other way.â Drift gently pushes the sparkling in the opposite direction. The sparkling chirps at him sadly before waddling sadly away. Drift spark clenched. This was for the best⊠Right⊠SPLASH! Drift: âOh sweet Primus not again!â Drift picked up the sparkling in the cloth, but this time made no move to put her down. Drift: ââŠI guess youâre stuck with me⊠At least until your guardians arrive.â The sparkling chirps happily as she snuggles up into his chassis.
What was he doing?
Drift barely had enough as it was to support himself and now, he had a little sparkling!
âŠBut he buckles up a bit and tries working odd jobs to at least get more credits for some kind of energon for the sparkling.
He was grateful that the little thing was quiet and not that fussy.
Though her curiosity and slight clumsiness were the downside.
Drift is looking around for his sparkling. Drift: âLittle one! Little one where are you!? I really need to name herâŠâ He hears some chirping and frantically looks around him. A rock falls on his helm. Drift: âOW!â He looks up and feels all the energon draining from his frame. The sparkling was sitting on a rusty guard rail a couple feet up in the air. Drift: âHow did you get up there!?â Drift pulls a stray crate and stands on it trying to reach her. Drift: âHey little buddy, come here. Come to papa buddy!â The sparkling chirps before the rail gives in. Drift manages to catch her just as the railing came down. He frantically looks at his sparkling, who was thankfully unharmed. Drift: âOh thank Primus⊠you really scared me there buddy. Buddy? Hmm⊠thatâs sounds nice donât you think?â Buddy chirps in agreement.
As the years grew on, Buddy matured much quicker than Drift would have liked it.
It seemed that one minute he was holding her servo as she nervously tried her first transformation.
The next she was carrying him to safety after a couple of mechs decided to beat him to a pulp for not giving him the rest of his circuit booster.
She often scolded him about taking those⊠enhancements and telling him the damage they could cause.
Buddy manages to messily wield a bit of scrap metal onto his arm. Drift winces a bit. Buddy: ââŠThis wouldnât happen ifââ Drift: âI laid off the boosters. Buddy how many more times are we going to go through this?â Buddy gives him a slight glare. Buddy: âEnough times to see when that message gets into that thick helm of yours⊠I donât know how to fix you if youâŠâ Buddy grunted a bit, not even daring to say the last thing. Drift gives her a reassuring smile. Drift: âHave I mentioned I have the best daughter a mech could ask for?â Buddy smiles a bit. Buddy: âNot too often⊠but that still doesnât mean Iâm forgetting about the boosters.â Drift: âScrââ THWACK! Drift rubs his helm. Drift: âBuddy!â
Buddy was a scrapy youngling when Drift nearly overdosed on speedster circuits and engex.
She remembered cradling his glitching frame, crying for someone to help her.
Was pushed and nearly beaten by some thugs who wanted Driftâs frame, before the famous officer Orion Pax cuffed them.
Buddy tried to stand up and protect her father by trying to shield his body with her frame.
She was utterly terrified but ready to fight for him.
Was surprised when the officer kindly told her he knew someone who could help her and Drift.
As frightened as she was, Buddy decides that any chance of saving Drift was worth the risk.
She makes it very clear that Drift needed more care than she did and would refuse until Drift was okay.
Thankfully Ratchet was able to get Drift stable and moves on to help Buddy.
Ratchet starts patching up Buddy. Ratchet: âI take it the mech I just fixed is your guardian?â Buddy: âHeâs, my dad.â Ratchet: âHmmâŠâ Buddy twitches a bit. Ratchet: âYou got a question kid?â Buddy hesitantly nods. Buddy: âWhat are those tools for?â Ratchet: âThose help me see better into a bots smaller crevices.â Buddy: ââŠDo you think you can teach me how to save a bot from overdosing?â Ratchet stops for a minute. Buddy: âI just donât know if he might do it again and I want to be prepared for it.â Ratchet looks at the youngling who had determination and slight twinge of fear in her optics. Ratchet: âI can teach you how to better hide some of the boosters and the warning signs, but I canât teach you the proper procedure.â Buddy looks down a bit. Ratchet: âNot because I donât want to, but because it is a difficult procedure to do, near impossible without any prior medical knowledge. If you come to me with at least some sort of certification you can do some healing besides a standard patch job, then weâll see.â Buddy smiles at him with a new look of determination. Buddy: âThen⊠can you tell me about that tool?â
Drift is glad to see Buddy okay.
He brings her close as they start to depart.
His audial ring a bit with what the doctor had told him about starting a new life and to watch for his daughter.
Buddy makes sure to remember the location of the clinic.
Ratchet is surprised to find the youngling back.
She wants to help him, help others like he did with Drift.
Buddy couldnât exactly go to school or medical school, so he was the next best thing.
Ratchet makes her work for it.
Constantly randomly asking her random questions about certain parts of the frame of a Seeker, to names of certain tools and what they are used for.
Buddy makes him proud by putting the work in.
Drift doesnât notice Buddyâs absence.
He had taken up more tasks and jobs that were taking even more time than before.
As much as Buddy loved Drift, she did wish he was home more.
Those were peaceful moments where they would staring into the sky and see how many constellations they could spot.
Buddy soon stops coming by the clinic, which worries Ratchet but there are other things he needs to worry about now.
As much as it pains himâŠ
What happened?
Drift had brought Buddy to one of Megatronâs rallies.
There was supposable going to be some free energon at the event.
The pair is surprised when the leader of the movement himself came to them.
Megatron asked Drift if heâd like to join.
Drift accepted seeing a new opportunity in life, maybe a better one for him and Buddy.
He was even given a new name, Deadlock.
Buddy didnât like the name, but never voiced it.
Megatron kindly turned to Buddy and asked her if she wanted to make a difference, to help bots less fortunate to find a voice.
Buddy was onboard with the idea of helping others.
Just like doctor Ratchet!
They became Decepticonâs that very day.
Being a youngling, there wasnât much Buddy could do but do odd little jobs or be a messenger.
She showed promise in the healing department, and given that the Decepticonâs were short on medics, thoughts on teaching her the ropes didnât seem too bad.
Buddy was taught by engineers and other doctors around the base.
She quickly rose up to the occasion once the injured started arriving.
It would take a couple more years before she officially was given her doctorâs title.
This happened around the beginning of the war.
Deadlock started becoming this infamous bounty hunter.
Buddy did not like this deadlock persona.
He was rude, snappy, and at times even cruel.
The pairs paths crossing was rare.
The only time they would be in the same room for more than a minute would happen whenever he was sent to the medbay.
Deadlock refuses any medic besides Buddy to see him.
She would feel flattered if the injuries he came back didnât hurt her spark.
Buddy is patching up Deadlock. He hisses at some of the sparks. Deadlock: âWould it kill for you to be a bit gentler?â Buddy: âWould it kill you to be more careful out there?â Deadlock stays silent. Buddy: âThatâs what I thought.â Deadlock: ââŠHow are the exams coming along?â Buddy: âI passed those exams⊠6 months agoâŠâ Deadlock: âYou did?â Buddy: âIâm a doctor now.â Deadlock chuckles a bit. Buddy swears she hears Drift for a second. Deadlock: âLook at you. I would be proud if you could be a bit gentler with your patients.â Buddy doesnât say anything as she finishes patching Deadlock up.
The first time he snapped at her, she gave him the silent treatment, a bit in shock that he did that.
Deadlock would later apologies by managing to snag a couple of new tools for her to use.
He would be gone for an unknown number of times, but Buddy found herself trying to cherish the time that she did have with Deadlock.
Deadlock was the last thing she had left of Drift.
Soon enough she stops giving him the silent treatment when she patches him up and continues to scold.
Buddy was tired of seeing her loved ones and friends get hurt all the time, there was some part of her that hoped that nagging enough would get them to be more careful.
It never happened or worked too well.
She hated losing her patients to this war, she hated losing everyone to it.
But the only thing she could do now was do her job.
This was not the future she thought when she stood in front of a smiling Megatron.
Soon enough Buddy was given a promotion.
As Megatronâs personal nurse/doctor.
A doctor that also became a therapist of sorts when heâd started ranting about Prime or the recent battles or just about Starscream.
Given the recent attempts on his life, Megatron saw fit to have someone trusted to care for him.
Buddy just so happened to be the least likely to betray him on his list of medics.
Also least likely to do something other than heal his frame.
Buddy was patching up one of his pedes from a nasty mesh wound. Buddy: âIf Iâd have to guess⊠this was Starscreamâs doing?â Megatron: âNot entirely.â Buddy: âHow so?â Megatron: âI do not believe that is part of your concern.â Buddy gives him a tired look. Buddy: âYes, silly me, a doctor asking her patient how they got hurt. Silly me for wanting to make sure I am healing it properly.â Megatron: â⊠I trip down the stairs.â Buddy blinks. Buddy: âYou what?â Megatron: âAnd in falling I kicked Starscream in the face causing him to retaliate.â Starscream on a nearby berth: âHow do you think I would have responded!?â Skywarp laughs by his side, âplayfullyâ slapping the Seeker. THWACK! Skywarp was now on the floor groaning as he held his helm. Buddy has another wrench in her servo while not taking her optics off the wound. Buddy: âDonât touch my patients like that.â Megatron: ââŠHow is it that you never decided to join your faââ Buddy gives him a sharp look that surprisingly shuts him up. Buddy: âIâd rather fits the bots that I see, not dismantle them.â
Buddy began to see Deadlock a bit more too, no surprise him being one of the few mechs in the warlordâs inner circle.
Though not much was said between the two.
It wasnât personal, but there wasnât a lot of time between the pair given oneâs job being outside the base taking bots out.
While the other spent most of her time in the base patching up the wounded.
It would be a simple miscalculation that would cause a major shift in Buddyâs life.
Someone had breached the information of the location of Megatronâs base.
It was compromised and they all needed to move.
There was a rapid panic through the troops as they tried to move everything before the Autobots would arrive.
Buddy was in the med bay trying to get patients to safety when the first shots were heard.
She only had two bots left.
There was an explosion knocking her back.
Waking up, Buddy quickly realized that she was pinned down by some of the debris.
The doctor struggled to move when a blaster was shoved close to her faceplate.
Buddy freezes staring at the blaster. Spark pulsing too fast. Suddenly the blaster was yanked back. Buddy just stared dumbfounded at the red and blue mech. The scene seemed strikingly familiar to her. Buddy: âOptimus Prime.â Optimus looks down at the medic before it clicked. Optimus: âBuddy. It has been a long time. I see you made yourself a medic.â Buddy: âDoctor actually sir.â Optimus chuckles a bit before he starts to get some of the debris off her. There are some bots arguing against the action, suggesting leaving her there. Buddy stiffens a bit at the thought of being trapped under the rubble alone in the dark. Buddy: âSir, if I may. I am a doctor and word around is that you need more medics. Allow me to help you.â The Prime looks at her confused. Optimus: âYouâd willingly leave your side of the war to join the enemy?â Buddy gives him a serious look. Buddy: âI joined this cause in the promise to help bots and make a better place for Cybertron⊠I have been deceived sir. I am disappointed and to say I am furious is an understatement.  I canât think of a better way to get back at the Decepticonâs than taking away a good medic who knows where the secret compartment of data slugs of the location of the next base are.â Buddy was hoping that the data slug would be enough to persuade the Prime. Optimus looks at her with surprise and slight suspicion. He finds no sign of lying. In a single kick, he manages to get most of the debris off Buddy. She now noticed she was down a pede thanks to the explosion. Optimus gently picks her up. Optimus: âLead the way, Buddy.â A couple hours later in some remote location⊠Deadlock gets a call. Deadlock: âYes Lord Megatron.â Megatron: âThe base was compromise. We are moving to the next base of operation in the South quadrant.â Deadlockâs optics widen a bit. Deadlock: âThe entire base?â Megatron: âThe Autobotâs took no prisoners. Anyone who was in the base has been massacred.â Deadlock is silent. Megatron: ââŠYou have my condolences on your loss Deadlock.â The call ends as the Decepticon screams into the silent night.
Buddy was brought into Autobot custody.
She kept a stoic face on meeting the other Autobotâs.
Buddy knew well enough that these bots did not trust her, not that she would blame them.
The only reason she was alive was because she was a medic.
After a fresh coating of paint and change of insignia the doctor was finally allowed in the medbay.
Her façade almost completely dropped seeing Rachet there.
Buddy had long come to the terms that he had offlined at some point in the war.
Her spark warmed seeing her first mentor had survived this long.
Ratchet was surprised to see his former student in front of him.
Under Optimusâs direct order, she was to always stay by Ratchetâs side unless under dire circumstances.
Buddy knew this was for the team to get used to her, but the thing she cared most was seeing how her mentor managed to stay online for so long.
The two would eventually sit down and talk about the past and why she was a part of the Decepticonâs even though she had different views.
Ratchetâs spark clenched a bit hearing one of the biggest being her father staying.
She truly thought if she left the Decepticonâs earlier that he would not last long.
But now⊠call her cruel but she did not care where he was.
It wasnât like Deadlock would look for her.
It was thanks to Optimus and Ratchet that Buddy would get integrated fast into the group.
A lot of the bots thought Buddy would soften up Ratchet considering she was younger.
They were so wrong.
Buddy might as well be known as Mini Ratchet because she acted JUST like him!
Buddy finishing the final patch work on Sunstreaker. Sideswipe and Bumblebee were on the berth next to them, wrapped up and waiting for one more look over. Buddy: âAnd what was going through your processor when you and Sideswipe decided to take on the Elite Trine alone? And to bring Bumblebee, of all bots as back up? No offense Bumblebee.â Bumblebee: âNone taken.â Sunstreaker: âIn our defenseââ Buddy tightens her grip on his armor making him wince. Buddy: âTry again? Sideswipe: âWe had it under control.â Buddy gives him an unimpressed look. Buddy: âYes because nothing says that you have it under control than sitting in themed bay with injuries that could have been avoidedââ Bumblebee: âAww, you do care.â Buddy huffs and continues working. Buddy: âOne more peep and its lights out for you.â Sideswipe: âYeah, like youâd hurt a poor defenseless mechââ THWACK! Sideswipe was knocked out on the berth with a wrench on his chassis. The other yellow mechs stared at her in shock. Buddy just continued her work. Ratchet enters the room. He glances at Sideswipe. Ratchet: âHe couldnât stop running his mouth?â Buddy: âTo be fair I gave a warning.â Sunstreaker: âAre you sure that Ratchet isnât your father?â The young doctor tenses up. Buddy: âAnd thatâs nighty night for you.â She presses a pressure point and watches the mech crumble on the berth. Bumblebee makes the right decision and lays back down.
Buddy hadnât exactly introduced herself to Drift.
She remembered hearing about Deadlock defecting and going by Drift once again.
She also remembers waking up in the medslab with a concern Rodimus by her side.
But any opportunity of meeting him Buddy had to stop herself.
It was too painful.
Too many whyâs and hurting for Buddy to handle.
Ratchet was very admitted about having her go and meet him, that he was nothing like Deadlock.
She still refused to.
The young doctor knew that if she met this new mech and didnât see any sign of Drift...
Sheâd rather avoid that as long as she can.
Timeskip to Lost Light boarding⊠Buddy was accompanying Ratchet to the med bay when Drift and Rodimus turned the corner. Drift stopped dead in his tracks staring at her. Ratchet continues into the medbay, completely unaware of the inner turmoil Buddy was going though. Buddy mentally and physically steeled herself up. Buddy: âCaptain Rodimus, Third in Command Drift. What brings you two to the medbay?â Rodimus: âBuddy you can lose the title thing.â Buddy: âIâm just being polite Captain.â Rodimus raises an optic at Buddy. Buddy: ââŠFine. How does Roddy sound?â Rodimus puffs his chassis. Rodimus: âNow thatâs better! Anyways, Drift and I were just doing the last walk around the ship. Youâve met Drift, right? You know he defected too?â Buddy and Drift just stare at each other. Buddy: âI am well aware of who Deadlock was.â Buddy pretends not to notice Drift wincing a bit at the sound of his previous name. Buddy: âNow, if you two excuse me, I need to make sure everything is secure and ready for quantum leaps.â Buddy returned back into the medbay sitting close to Ratchet. Rodimus shrugs and continues his walk with Drift who had yet to say anything. Rodimus notices his friendâs silence. Rodimus: âYou okay Drift? Did you and Buddy have some sort of history?â Drift: âRodimus⊠that was my daughter.â Rodimus: âOh just your daughter, I thought youâwait what!?â
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Finally Let Off his Leash
I had a sweet boy come to me with a little problem.
He was always expected to be dominant in intimate moments.
He didn't mind it too much, but the assumption that he would be in control and leading the play was getting to him.
He needed a break. He needed time to not think, and let someone else take the reins and control.
This was when he told me that he adored puppy play and just wanted to be a puppy.
I was delighted! I love giving puppies spells to ease their movement into puppy space, so they can shed all those pesky human burdens.
This spell left no stone unturned in letting this puppy finally play and have fun.
The self-taught restraints keeping the puppy inside were stripped away, letting him give in to every little puppy whim. Every bark, every yap, every bite, every chew, every hump, every wag of his tail.
His hands became the soft paws, the need to use those fingers lost in the puppy excitement.
His words faded into barks and yips and woofs. Puppies have no need for words.
A wonderful collar encircles his neck, with a lovely shining name tag on the front.
The cherry on top; any scritches and cuddles and pats I describe would be felt so powerfully that it would be like I was there with him.
After a biiiig stretch from trance, he sounded so happy and refreshed. It plain as day that it had been too long since someone took care of him.
So I wasted no time in letting him of his leash to play.
He immediately melted and was reduced to sweet puppy giggles, little laughs laced with puppy woofs.
We did so many things together, letting him finally be looked after.
We played with a cushion that he was throwing around the room with his teeth.
We practiced tricks! He can give his paws independently of each other, he can bark in 3 different volumes too; whisper, speak, and shout. He can sit and rollover too, he is so clever.
All that play time got him a little pent up so I let him hump his energy out, the cutie.
Then the aftercare came. I gave him so many bellyrubs and pats.
I scritched his haunches right in that tickly spot that gets his leg kicking.
I rubbed his neck beneath his collar.
I rubbed between his eyes.
He felt so fuzzy in his puppy head that he just flopped into my lap.
When we wrapped up and brought him out of puppy space he was just so happy.
Its this kind of happiness that makes me love what I do.
Helping people be themselves.
#saphiposting#hypnodomme#hypnok1nk#hypnotic#trance#brainwash#brainwashing#hypnosis#mind control#erotichypnosis#hypno puppy#hypno pet#bd/sm puppy#puppy sub#gentle domination#gentle fdom#queue#saphi's sessions
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Dancing in the Rain
Prince!Aemond x Female!Reader
Warning: slightly suggestive, fluff
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You strolled through the streets, your hands clasped at your stomach as you marvelled at the street markets; your basket resting in the crook of your elbow, swollen clouds hung overhead, threatening to let loose as you picked berries for your supper later. The vendor smiled as you picked three batches of raspberries, giving him the money and flashing your stunning smile back; your teeth like pearls and shining as you turned back down the busy street. People pushed past you, trying to sell their goods and some running away from the vendors who were too needy. At the end of the road, stood a tall black figure, hooded and guarded. Your skin lighted as you tried to suppress your smile, strutted towards him. You stood, acting unaware, in front of him, falsely taking interest in the armour stall where the vendor was too busy flirting with the young lady beside you. The hooded figure made a small step towards you as you picked up the heavy chainmail, inspecting it for its⊠shininess. Admittedly, you had no idea what you were looking for, you just wanted to play around with him. You turned and forcefully bumped into him, his hands immediately coming out from the darkness and holding your elbows.
âOh! My apologises, sir.â You gasped and looked up to see just his pretty lips that spread into a smile.
âNice try, Y/N.â His voice was smooth. He caressed your elbows with his thumbs as you reached up to reveal his face. His hair was tucked away into a low ponytail, his blue eye looking at you, full of affection and you smiled.
âOh, Aemond. Itâs you.â You smirked. âI had no idea.â His chest broke free a slight, whispery chuckle which made your heart flutter. You loved that sound, he hardly laughed or even smiled but when he was around you, you brought something out of him that he didnât know was possible. He brought his veiny hand to your cheek, you nestled into it.
âArenât you a pretty little thing?â He said softly, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers. âI might have to take you home with me.â He teased, you laughed leaning into his chest, he held you there a for bit longer than needed.
âWhy are you here?â You finally asked, pulling away from him and pushing gently past him to continue on your market path. He hung a step behind you, menacingly taller than most smallfolk around you, people started making way for you now that he was around.
âI wanted to buy fruit.â You rolled your eyes, scoffing, looking back at him briefly to see his joking smirk.
âSeriously, Aemond.â You warned, leaning down to look at the fish that was for sale.
âI just wanted to make sure you were safe.â He said, seriously. You smiled but also felt slightly irritated that he was always looking out for you, always where you were. All because Daemon once intercepted your path and threatened you with death if you wouldnât change your mind and take the knee for Rhaenyra. It was nothing and it definitely didnât threaten you, you were pretty hard headed.
âIâm fine, Aemond.â You handed the vendor some money in exchange for a silverback fish. âIâm flattered but it has to stop.â You walked away from the bustling market street and instead both of you walked shoulder to shoulder towards the river. Away from people, he slipped his arm around your waist, gripping his fingertips into your hips as you bounced against each other.
âJust making sure, my love. Just making sure.â He pressed his lips against your temple, mumbling the words against it. You leaned into his delicate touch, it was always gentle with you, he never once laid his hands on you. He would kill someone first before ever being aggressive with you. Although sometimes he did pull your hairâŠ
The river side was quiet, the stoned pathways silent for their footsteps that fell into a smooth drum together. He kept his arm around your waist, looking over the river, watching the ripples from the ducks and from the boats that had passed them on their way. A few minutes into your quiet walk, raindrops began to fall, you sighed and ducked your head under his cloak, trying to keep your basket dry. He chuckled, pulling you further into his side, his arm strong around you as the rain began to drop harder against your bodies.
âWe need to find some shelter!â You shouted over the drumming of the water falling from the sky. Both of you suddenly broke out into a run, laughing as his cloak bellowed behind him and his toned legs moving quickly under the bridge. You wouldâve ran into him he he hadnât stopped you by holding onto your shoulders, he turned you around, your back against his chest and arms coming around your shoulders and clasping in front of your chest. He leaned his cheek against your head, rocking you gently, you roamed circles around the back of his hands; watching the rain patter and the wind flying around and picking up leafs and swirling the grass.
âThis is nice.â You hummed, you felt a puff of air from his nose as he let out a very slight chuckle. Kissing your temple, leaning you to the right as he applied pressure on it, you stumbled slightly and turned around to face him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his around your waist.
âYour hair is wet.â You said, reaching up and combing your fingers through his messy white ponytail.
âVery perceptive of you.â He smirked, craning his neck and placing a soft whisper kiss on your lips, you sighed into it.
âWhat did you buy?â He nodded towards the basket that had fallen at your feet. You kneel down to collect it and he caught the moment. âI like you down there.â You playfully smacked his arm, laughing, and pulling up your basket to the crook of your elbow.
âIdiot.â You laughed. âI bought raspberries, strawberries, carrots, cheese, bread and fish.â You recited them happily. He hummed, looking down at the basket. âYou want something, donât you?â
âYou know me so well, honey.â He peered at you from the side of his eye, a smile playing on his lips, pulling away the small blanket over your basket.
âJust donât take the strawberries, theyâre my favourite.â You sighed, pulling up the basket so he can roam his hands around the food. He hummed as he chose. Of course, he picked out a strawberry, you rolled your eyes as he inspected the red berry, glistening and ripe. âI told you not to take-â
âAh. Ah. Ah.â He quietened you, looking down at you. âWho said I picked it out for me?â The rain thundered through your ears as he brought his index finger under your chin, tipping your head back. âOpen for me, baby.â You smirked at his hot gaze, opening your mouth seductively and stretching your tongue over your bottom lip. He hummed, again, as he brought the strawberry to your mouth. You crunched down, the juice squirting over your lips and running down your chin as the sweet flavour ran over your tongue. He thumbed the juice off your chin, placing some pressure with it and brought it to his own mouth, sucking on it gently.
âThank you, Aemond.â You said, giggling. He smiled then, properly and looked ahead of you at the rain that was plummeting down on the pavement, the river making a soothing sound as you turned as well; pressing your back against his chest. Suddenly, a burst of energy rippled through your body and you whipped around to face him, taking him by surprise.
âWhatâs got you so excited?â He asked, raising his eyebrows. You chuckled, grabbing his hands and pulling him into the rain. He yelled as the cold water ran down his bare back, you laughed and raised his arms above your head and twirled underneath them. He smiled as he watched you jump, spin and twirl in the rain and ended up joining in. He jerked you towards his body, you collided with him, your hair wet and soggy, falling over your eyes as he placed your hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand. He slowly led you around your pavement dance floor, not keeping his eye off you as you relished in the feeling of your Aemond holding you closely and protectively as he spun you under his arm.
âI love you, Y/N.â You warmed up instantly, crashing your body further into his and wrapping your arms around his middle, your head tucked into his chest. He wrapped his arms around your frame, his chin resting on your head as the rain seemed to make a shield around you because you no longer felt the pelts of water. His arms always made you protected and loved, he had this way about him that made everyone feel on edge but with you⊠with you he made you feel loved, happy and calm. Calm was the best feeling. There was no torment with him, he just kept you close and treated you with the respect you deserved.
âI love you too, Aemond.â
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Can you please make a hector fort fic where he spends all his time with his friends and spends barely time with her. Then they were supposed to go on a date together and she waits for him to pick her up, she waits for 2 hours and goes to social media to see if he has posted anything and sees on his story a picture of him and her girl bestfriend having fun playing games. So she leaves the house with her stuff. When hector comes home he realises what he has done and tries to get back in contact with her but he fails. They don't see each other for a while but he notices her walking on a busy street and tries to talk to her. (ending with fluff please)
You: good morning amor hope training goes well don't forget about our plans tonight I'll be waiting for youÂ
Hector: have fun in class and don't worry I'll be there at 7 as promisedÂ
You: love youÂ
That was the last I heard from Hector and now it's 8:32pm and he's still not here to pick me up. He promised he promised me he'd be here and that he'd make up for us not spending any time together. I should've seen it coming as he's been doing this for weeks he's promised time and time again that he will come over or we'll go on a date and then he never shows up. When I can finally get hold of him he always has an excuse either he was busy or with friends and lost track of time but whatever it is it hurts. I've done so much for Hector I've been there for him since we were kids and I've been there for every good and bad moment of his football career but he can't even manage to show up for one day or just to see me for an hour.Â
We made the jump from being friends to being a couple just over a year ago and for the longest time he was the best boyfriend ever he treated me so well was super attentive and really made an effort to be romantic and take me on dates. I don't remember exactly when it changed I think it happened slowly over time but ever since he's started playing with the first team more he's been busier with training and matches which I understand but what I don't understand is spending every evening with his teammates who he sees all day when he could see me. It might sound selfish but I just miss my boyfriend he's already missed so much like he wasn't here when I was stressed over my big exams and he wasn't here when I got the results and he wasn't here when I needed him most when my mum went into hospital and I was scared and panicking. Just a few months ago he'd never dream of leaving my side during any of those times but now he barely knows they even happened.Â
I text him once then twice then three times then I called multiple times but they all went unanswered. My last resort was to message him on Instagram as I know he won't have turned the notifications off for that but I didn't need to message him Instagram gave me my answer straight away. He had posted on his story showing him out with his friends and my best friend was with them too which was a whole other level of pain. My best friend knows all about my troubles with Hector yet she went out with him and his friends anyway and didn't even bother to tell me. That was the final straw I'm not dealing with this anymore I deserve better I deserve someone who will be there for me, not break promises and definitely not someone who makes me feel like this.Â
My mind was racing but I quickly worked out what I wanted to do so I grabbed my keys and got in my car. Seeing as Hector wasn't in I decided now is the perfect time to go and get all the things I have at his place and leave the spare key I have that he gave me ages ago because I won't be needing it anymore. When I opened the door I immediately saw all the little things of mine there are that makes Hector's place feel just like my own some of my books are on his coffee table and my hair ties on the sideboard by the door. I spent some time grabbing all my things while trying not to cry that I was losing my boyfriend who I thought was the love of my life. Before I left I found a piece of paper and a pen and wrote Hector a note to tell him his I felt and why I was leaving and then put my key with it. Closing the door I felt like I was closing a chapter in my life a chapter I never wanted to close and one that's going to stay with me for a long time but it has to be done.Â
Hector's POV
As soon as I opened the door to my apartment it felt weirdly empty like was something wrong but the door was locked and nothing looked like it has been stolen. Still I had a quick look around and then I noticed a piece of paper on the kitchen counter. Next to it was a key and that's when I realised what was wrong all of y/n's things were gone her books, her hair ties and all of the little things she leaves here were gone and this is her key that's now in my hand not with her like it should be. I knew the note would be from her but I didn't need to read it to know what was going on and what I'd done. I had promised to see her tonight as I've forgotten about the last few dates we've planned but I did it again my friends dragged me out after training and then I got carried away and forgot about the most important part of my day proving to y/n that I will do better. I really didn't want to read the note but I knew I had to I owe her that at the very least.
Dear Hector,Â
I have left my key and taken my things because I'm done. I'm done because tonight we were supposed to go out you promised you'd pick me up at 7 and you promised you wouldn't forget like you have been for the last few months but you did. Instead of trying to prove to me that you love me and that the last few months have just been an anomaly you went out with your friends and my best friend leaving me waiting for you, calling and texting you until I saw your story. I can't do this anymore I love you but I can't let you treat me like this so I'm calling it here. I've really enjoyed the last year or so we've spent together but it's time for us to move on as clearly we aren't meant to be.Â
I love you and probably will for the rest of my life but this is goodbye.Â
Y/n xx
Those words hurt to read. I already knew I fucked up but to see the words written in front of me made it truly hit me how much I'd hurt her. She was the best thing that ever happened to me she was always there for everything no matter what she's been by my side through every up and down and I truly thought she'd be there for everything for the rest of our lives. I wanted her there for every achievement in my career and I wanted to be there for all of her achievements too. She was the one I didn't need anyone else I didn't want anyone else but now she's left me and I don't have my person anymore and I may never have her again.Â
After the initial shock I tried to text her to see if I could apologise but she had already blocked me so I tried Instagram but she had blocked me on there too. I should've seen it coming but it upset me that I wouldn't be able to reach out to her and try and make things right or at least tell her how sorry I am for fucking this all up so badly. She's gone and it's all my fault that's what hurts the most if I hadn't been such an idiot then we'd still be together but no I had to go and ruin things with the best woman in the world.Â
A few weeks later
Life has been hell for the last few weeks I've really missed y/n I've missed having her sat in the stands during matches and I've definitely missed seeing her. She's been in my life for the longest time not just as my girlfriend but as my friend so not having her in my life anymore and so suddenly as well has been really hard. I've definitely not been myself all of the guys keep asking if I'm ok and I tell them I am but we all know it's a lie they know how much I love y/n and they can see how it's destroyed me to lose her. I've tried time and time again to reach out to her but of course I'm still blocked I even text her best friend to get her to talk to y/n but she says she hasn't seen her or had any of her texts answered either so I have no way of telling her that I'm sorry.Â
Everyone keeps telling me I need to try and move on and they're right it's just hard everything reminds me of y/n whenever I go anywhere I see places that we've been on dates to or just places we have memories at. Today I'm going to stop myself from moping about and go for a walk to clear my head as that's what I think I need to be able to move on or at least start to. I decided to go to the nearest park and walk around as it's relaxing and it should be quiet there which is what I need.Â
The park was pretty empty there was a few people around; one couple with their baby an older couple feeding the birds and a girl who was sat on a bench with a book. The girl reminded me of y/n her hair was the same colour and reading in the park is something she loved to do. As I walked closer I realised that it actually was y/n she had headphones in and the book she'd been reading in her hands like she so often did when I went to see her. Seeing her made me stop in my tracks I didn't know whether to go and talk to her or just leave her be but then I realised this is my chance to talk to her and get closure at the very least.Â
Your POV
Being without Hector has been hard I've missed feeling his touch and having him next to me when I sleep. So many times I've wanted to take it all back and run back to him but I know I can't or he'll think he can treat me like that again or someone else and I can't let that happen. Today is Wednesday which is the day that I had free from classes and usually I would spend all day with Hector so I've been sat at home all day thinking about him but I can't keep doing that so I needed to get outside. To give me something to do I walked to the park with my book. I found a bench with a nice view of the trees and the little pond with a few ducks and let myself forget about the real world.Â
I was so in my own world that I didn't notice when someone sat next to me to start with until they sighed which brought me out of my trance. When I looked to my side I think I turned as white as a ghost because Hector was sat next to me with a look of pure sadness on his face. It took a few seconds for my brain to begin functioning again but when it did I leapt up and tried to run away. I'm not ready to face him again not when I've been trying so hard to forget about him and move on I blocked him and separated myself from him so I wouldn't have to do this. Before I could get more than a few steps away Hector placed a hand on my arm he didn't pull me back he didn't even hold my arm tightly but having his hand on me stopped me dead in my tracks. He encouraged me to sit back down so I did and I watched as his hand moved off my arm down to my hand which he held tightly in his grasp so I couldn't run again.Â
"Hector" I started to sayÂ
"No please let me talk" he interruptedÂ
"Ok but you have five minutes then I'm leaving" I said
"I'm sorry and I know move said that a lot recently but I really mean it when I got home and saw the note you left it broke me having all of your stuff gone from my apartment made it feel empty and not being able to see or talk to you has killed me I've missed you so much and I'll do anything to make it up to you" he saidÂ
"How do I know that you actually mean it and that you'll actually change I told you how disappointed I was a million times and every time you told me you wouldn't forget the next time and then you always did it's like I wasn't important to you anymore how do I know that'll change" I saidÂ
"I know I was an awful boyfriend but losing you has taught me a lot I know I can't treat you like that and I'd never dream of doing it again this might seem to much but you are truly the one for me I don't want to ever be with anyone else so please give me a another chance and I promise I'll do better and if I don't I'll let you go" he saidÂ
"Ok but this is your last chance if you miss any date or anything without telling me and giving me a valid reason we're done" I saidÂ
"I'll never miss a date ever again don't worry" he saidÂ
"I can't lie I'm glad to have you back I've missed you so much it really hurt to walk away" I said
"And you'll never have to walk away again I'm here to stay" he saidÂ
He pulled me into his side and leant down to kiss my lips which felt so good as I've missed having him by my side and I've definitely missed kissing him. He let me sit and finish the chapter I was reading before we left the park and went back to his place as he wanted to make things up to me straight away by having a movie date at home which he knows are my favourite. He's definitely off to a good start at making things up to me but honestly I'm just happy to have him back by my side.Â
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The Heart Killers: Character Interviews (Kant/Bison Focus)
So this proved to be super interesting. Let us see what can be gleaned from these brief little interview segments with Kant and Bison.
Immediately, I'm struck by how serious and stoic Kant comes across. He has a very mature aura, and is quite hard to read (which I guess is a plus considering what he gets up to). I didn't expect this, based on how flirty and forward he appeared to be in the trailer, and that makes me wonder if it's all part of a persona he's playing. That the real Kant is more measured and introspective, or whether Bison brings it out of him.
A notable trait that gets mentioned repeatedly is Kant's care for his brother Babe. I believe Khao has made a similar comment about him being family-oriented. It makes a tonne of sense to me as to why Bison would be drawn to a 'family man'; someone who has strong family values, when Bison's essentially been rejected by his own.
"My goal in life is to make sure my brother grows up into a good man. I want to make sure he doesn't feel like he's lacking anything. We're all we've got right now." "I just live day by day, just keeping with my goal which is making sure my brother grows up well." This is so telling of Kant's mentality. Not only does it suggest that Kant is a stand-in parent of sorts, but that he doesn't live for himself. (Which could be something of a parallel to Bison - who is unable to live by his own rules). His goals centre entirely on his loved ones' needs being met and supporting them. This definitely gives provider with self-sacrificing tendencies.
"I feel like my goal is just to make sure my loved ones get to live their dreams. For now, I just want my brother to have a good life. But one day, if someone comes into my life and I love them, my goal would be to make sure they get to achieve their dreams." This again is such a selfless, touching sentiment. The desire to aid your loved ones to actualise their dreams, possibly before or over your own. I expect Kant will be a very doting, nurturing soul. (Lucky Bison).
I wonder if Kant and Fadel will empathise with one another over their respective little brothers, and the sense of responsibility that comes with it. Bonding opportunity perhaps?
The most mysterious thing Kant says is "One more thing I'm not a big fan of is the beach." (The reason is personal). Curious. First has specifically talked about filming on the beach, where they were able to do a lot more improv. Any speculations on the above are wide open.
Now let's move onto our resident Murder Kitten. Bison comes across as a real sweetie-pie based on everything we've seen thus far. He's very animated and expressive. Khao very deliberately uses a softer, lighter vocal register as Bison, which just accentuates this darling image. A real child at heart who wants to make up for a life he didn't get to lead. "I go out, I'm just trying to live outside the burger shop." His childhood dream about seeing the northern lights is just another example of a boy who has daydreamed of escape, and welcomes any excuse to be as far away from his actual life as possible. He also mentions being fond of a stray cat who resides near their burger bar, who he enjoys feeding and playing with. (Note: I need to have scenes of this in the show PURR-LEASE).
Everything about Bison as a person is so at odds with his violent lifestyle, which seems to be a pivotal conflict of Bison's character arc. It does beg the question of what if Bison had never been adopted, what kind of life would he be living instead? And I think this correlates to Kant's desire for Bison to have a new start.
Another note that's we've heard before in the pilot is "I also don't like liars", no doubt foreshadowing the fallout when he finds out Kant did exactly that. I do think it's likely that whatever drives Kant to take the detective job has reasons to do with his brother. He may wish to clear his record of anything untoward for his brother's sake. Based on this premise, when Bison does find out Kant's underlying motivations for doing this, I think that will help soothe any hard feelings.
On a side note - I've seen a comment mention that Kant apparently calls Bison 'kitten' in the novel. ERM HULLO?!! I will allow one spoiler, and that is whether this is true or not. And if so, I DEMAND that it is a featured pet name in the show, because why on earth would you miss an opportunity like that?
#the heart killers#the heart killers the series#THK#THK meta#kantbison#firstkhao#first kanaphan#khaotung thanawat#no novel spoilers pls!#kantbison is going to be a LETHAL combo#every tiny tidbit makes me love them so much more already#kant giving daddy energy both inside and outside the bedroom#if kant does call bison 'kitten' in the show - i'll die on the spot#seriously though first's seriousness here is so distinctly different to sand or akk - closer to alan a smidge but still different you know#just actors doing actor-y things - god bless them
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Iâm loving your theories on the whole BuckTommy (sorry Lou ilu but the name BuckTommy has stuck with me) arc. So I have to ask⊠why do you think people (read: fandom people) are convinced this is the last season? I really donât see ABC/Disney undertaking this big of a show (money and following wise) and being like âyeah weâll put time and effort into this production, but only for one seasonâ
Thank you! Glad you love them, I feel slightly less of a clown when people understand how I think lol. Also - I was rooting for Tevan hard, and even Firefly, but I've accepted Bucktommy and now it has a special place in my heart.
As for your question... I think it all comes to change.
Let me explain. For shows to have a long life, they have to change. They have to evolve. We cannot feel as if we are tuning in to the same thing every week, especially when the same thing has long become boring. I will put Modern Family (my ultimate comfort show) as an example: the whole eleven seasons are of constant change. We are growing with the characters, we are happy, frustrated, sad, whatever, with their actions and choices. And because they are changing, we want to tune in next week to see what will be next.
911 has a severe issue of lack of change. The characters go through these cycles constantly; we said Buck was in a hamster wheel, but the truth is that every single character is in there, too. The writers are somehow unable to find new storylines or conflicts, that aren't what we have seen already, only this time with a new context.
This is partly the reason why so many people, and why a big part of the GA, latched onto Tommy and BuckTommy so quickly - because they were a breath of fresh air, and they felt like the much-needed novelty we were all expecting. If we don't have them, we go to the same repetitive stories - with Buck, but with everyone else, too, to be honest.
And if there is no change... people get bored. There are just so many times you can see Henren on the brink of losing their kids, or Buck trying to find the one (it's stopped being cute, especially when he just had the perfect partner for him walk away), Eddie being unable to move on or forget Shannon (because as much as he's 'better' - has he actually dealt with it?), Madney having either a kid storyline or a Dough-influenced storyline, Bathena having issues with communicating... eight seasons is a long time of this. And unless they change it up, just how much longer can they go? We joke about Grey's sometimes, but the fact is that they are constantly changing.
So. That's partly it.
But (without wanting to make this a whole novel), there were also rumors that some cast was hesitant to continue. Take this with a grain of salt, please, but rumor has it that Peter was kind of ready to walk away a while ago. He even has said in interviews he cannot do this for much longer, as 911 is a very exigent show to shoot. He even wanted Bobby to be killed off at the S7 opening emergency. Angela has also expressed a desire to be on Broadway, so that could also be conflicting. Again, take it with a grain of salt.
And as for ABC - you're right, they bought 911. But with the upcoming spin-off, one can't help but wonder if it is not complimentary but, rather, a substitute. Perhaps they are planning on moving someone from the OG there, who knows. The fact is that they managed to catch the audience's attention with the OG, enough that if they lose it but immediately have a variation of it, they might tune in. And this new show would be cheaper than OG is right now because let me tell you - it ain't cheap, as far as I am aware.
If you want my personal opinion on this - I am 50-50. I think it would be a very weird final season if this was the last, but I wouldn't be that surprised if we find out it is. I can see them going for a ninth season, but I cannot see them going further than a tenth, and that is being really generous. If they prove me wrong and are willing to adapt to change, I will happily eat my words.
PS: I do think if this is the last season, or even if we have it in the next couple of years, they could bring Tommy back (if they haven't yet), as a sort of rushed HEA. Kind of playing with the whole 'right person, wrong time', just bringing it to the right time finally.
Thanks for the ask <3
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hi can you do jake and yn are dating and heeseung is jakeâs best friend and heeseung is jealous cuz he also like y/n and y/n also finds heeseung hot so one time jake and heeseung are on a call both playing computer game and heeseung fooled y/n that her bf is in his house with him. yn come over to heeseung place and heeseung fuck her in front of the camera with jake watching in disgust. and y/n didnât know until theyâre done fucking.
â loved you first
cw/tw: manipulation, possessiveness, voyeurism, cheating, unprotected sex, creampie
Heeseung doesnât feel guilty, not that much anyway.
If he wants to get technical, Jake is the one who broke guy code first. The second he made a move on you, their longtime friendship had soured beyond repair. Sure, itâs true that Heeseung wasnât actually dating you at the time, but all his friends knew about the very intense feelings he had for you. Heâs willing to bet his entire paycheck that Jake only went after you because he knows that Heeseung has always wanted you more than anything.
Maybe thatâs why itâs so easy to set things right.
âFuck, baby,â he smirks into the camera as he bounces you on his cock. âIt feels like youâve never had a cock this big inside you.â
You cry out when his fat tip slams against your sweet spot. Heeseung angles his hips so youâre creaming all over his cock within seconds. This is the second time youâve gushed all over his cock, but the strong hands on your ass keep forcing your hips to move. Not that you mind. Even though you know itâs so fucked for you to do this to your boyfriend, you canât care when his friend is fucking you so good.
âI havenât,â you moan as your pussy tightens around Heeseungâs thick cock. âYours isâfuckâthe biggest.â
His smug laugh only makes your hot cunt clamp down on his throbbing dick harder. Heeseung glances at his abandoned headset on the desk, knowing he hadnât bothered to mute it. Heâs glad he didnât since itâs only fair that your boyfriend hears how much better he fucks you.
âYeah? Want this big cock to cream your tight little pussy?â He coos.
âYes!â You cry out immediately, bouncing harder on his lap. âI want all your cum, Hee!â
Heeseung tosses his head back with a groan. You look so good on top of him, all fucked out and needy. Itâs better than anything he ever dreamt up in his depraved fantasies. He leans back and gives you a smirk that makes your pussy flutter.
âThen work your cute little pussy on my cock. Show me how bad you want it.â
His groan is guttural when you start to move your hips, swiveling them roughly into his. Your nails dig into his shoulders right as your movements evolve into eager bounces. A wet slapping sound fills his room as you work desperately to make him cum. Heeseung smirks as he grabs your bouncing tits.
âFuck. Tight little pussyâs gonna milk me dry,â his voice is ravenous, and it just turns you on even more.
âHeeseung,â you whimper desperately. âPlease.â
Heeseung laughs again, but it only makes you wetter. He tugs on your nipples before moving his hands down your body to caress your smooth skin.
âTell me how bad you want it. How much you need me to fill you up.â
You moan wantonly, completely fucked out and desperate. âWant it so fucking bad, Hee. Need to feel you inside me. Please!â
âThis pussyâs mine?â Heeseung groans, feeling closer ever from seeing you so cock drunk.
âItâs all yours. Only yours!â
Jake feels sick to his stomach.
When Heeseung told him to hop on the game with him, the last thing he expected was to see you there, getting dicked down by someone who wasnât him. As angry and hurt as he feels, he canât look away. Seeing you so crazed and cockhungry is something entirely foreign to him. Youâre normally so pliant and sweet in bed. He didnât even know you could make sounds like the ones youâre making right now.
Itâs all so sick and twisted, especially because his cock has never been so hard before.
Heeseung groans your name loudly when you roughly slam down on his cock again. Thatâs all it takes for him to cum inside you and shoot thick ropes of cum into you. Heâs never came so hard or so much before. If he died right then and there, he would have no regrets.
You slump against Heeâs chest, feeling completely sated as his cum slowly drips out of you. It all feels so good that you donât even care when Heeseung tells you Jake watched the entire thing. Even as you come to the realization that Heeseung implied that your boyfriend left his house early because he was cheating, you donât regret what youâve done.
All you can think about is how youâre going to get him to fuck you again.
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all Karen Wheeler wanted in season 1 was for her children to talk to her and confide in her and feel safe with her, and yeah she had to do Mom Things like say no to Nancy going out with Barb immediately after (which, duh, responsible mom looking out for her kids during a time when it was unclear if Will had been snatched or what) but she desperately wanted to be someone they could turn to, but both rejected her at every turn except when Mike thought Will was dead and after El âdies.â
Then in season 2 is when we start seeing her as more distant from her kids, but I think a part of that is her essentially trying to take a step back or also kinda giving up trying to âpry,â maybe because she thinks she was smothering them before, but she still clearly loves her children.
I actually really like the mini arc she goes on where sheâs a feeling unsatisfied and unfulfilled in her marriage and nearly cheats but then chooses not to and chooses her family (and I truly think that Billy saved her life by fighting off the Mind Flayer for long enough to tell her to stay away from him) because I think it proves how much she loves and cares about her children.
And I really want to see badass Karen Wheeler who goes mama bear mode to protect her children and to find Holly (if Hollyâs the one who is missing) and who Nancy teaches to shoot a gun (if she even has to learnâshe may already know lol). I just think weâll find out that Karen has a lot of mental fortitude and determination and that of course sheâll accept Mike for who he is and who he loves. I think we may even see her watching them knowingly before a confession even happens; maybe even a parallel of the âI want you to feel like you can talk to me about anything,â convo from season 1.
Justice & Love for Karen Wheeler lol
Hi!
Thats exactly it!
Karen has tried to be there for her children multiple times, she had a whole conversation with Nancy about her wants and her dreams, if given a chance she will do the same for Mike.
But the thing is, with Nancy she knew where her daughter was coming from, bur with Mike she's dealing with something else entirely, so her approach is obviously going to be different.
She loves her family, she loves her children and she's trying her best. What stopped her from cheating wasn't just Holly, was seeing Ted holding her and sleeping. So is not beyond the relm of possibility to acknowledge that even if her relationship with Ted isn't the best she still respects him and cares for him, but also shows how much she absolutely loves her children.
And yes, I absolutely want badass Karen teaming up with badass Joyce to keep their children safe is a must, but I also need to see more of Ted before I figure out how to feel about him lmao
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