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styleslistic · 2 years ago

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How It Turned Out - Harry Styles Fic Part 2

Part 1 features Y/N’s interview on Howard Stern, he’s a bit of a bastard. This part follows what happens when its published, including Harry and Y/N messaging for the first time, and Y/N getting a bit of revenge.

(speaking of which we’re obviously just pretending that Y/N wrote Wet Dream instead of Wet Leg lol)

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Today, Y/N’s Howard Stern interview was being published to YouTube. She was equal parts nervous and excited. Stern’s questions had been pretty uncomfortable, but she felt good about how she handled them and was pleased that she’d embarassed him a bit.

Watch Now: Y/N on The Howard Stern Show

Comments:

@/ynfan “god Howard Stern is so rude!”

@/ynfan2 “why am I not surprised that he fetishes queer women! he barely asked about anything except that song and harry”

@/ynfan3 “pahahaaa she really said you seem like you’d be bad in bed

An hour after her interview with Howard Stern was published, Y/N let herself switch her phone back on. Watching her phone, waiting for the first comments to arrive underneath the video would’ve been torturous. But now, the first swathe of comments had been posted, she allowed herself to have a look. Happily, her fans agreed about Howard’s behaviour, and thought her responses had been pretty great.

@/harryfan “omg her defending harry like that even tho they’ve never met”

@/harryynfan “she said she collabs with people if they have a shared experience, i feel like being interviewed by howard stern counts as shared trauma, so single released when?”

The comments about Harry Styles were equally nice to see, there were times when their fans seemed to pit them against each other, but the large overlap between their two fandoms seemed to be loving her defense of him.

After allowing herself a little time to reply to some fans, she closed the app and turned off Do Not Disturb mode. Instantly, her phone buzzed with notifications, despite having most of them turned off (she couldn’t afford to be notified every time someone tweeted about her after all). Most she could ignore, but one in particular caught her eye.

Instagram Message from @/harrystyles:

Well this was unexpected. She’d expected, naturally, that he’d end up hearing about her interview, especially since he’d been interviewed by the same man. But she hadn’t thought it’d be this quick. Before her brain could start worrying about whether she way about to be told off by a fellow musician, she clicked the message to open it.

Harry: Hi, I just watched your interview with Howard Stern. I hope you’re doing ok, it took me a whole week to recover from mine.

Y/N: Hey, nice to hear from you! I’m just glad I managed to hold my ground a bit, he was really trying to wear me down.

Harry: Ha, yeah. You definitely did better than me on that front. I feel like he walked all over me in my interview with him

Y/N: I watched yours to prepare me, I can’t lie. He was notoriously rough with you. Don’t beat yourself up about it though you got your point across to your fans in the interview and that’s what’s important.

Harry: Cheers, I appreciate that.

Harry: Listen, I just wanted to thank you for defending me. I know it must be super annoying always being asked about me, so the fact that you still stood up for means a lot.

Y/N: No need to thank me seriously, the mans a bigot!

Y/N: And hey, there are definitely worse people one could be compared to :)

Harry: Well, I wanted to thank you anyway. I really admire you and your work.

Y/N: You flatterer, haha.

She was relieved that he didn’t think she’d overstepped by defending him. It made her feel even more confident in her little revenge plan...

After the interview she’d been seething with anger at Howard Stern, the industry in general for holding him to such regard despite being such an arsehole and her management for persuading her to go on the show in the first place.

As musicians are wont to do, she channeled this outrage into a song which she recorded on the spot in her garden, so she wouldn’t forget it. After showing it to her agent, not thinking much of the song, she was persuaded to release the song on her Instagram feed. It would probably never be a single, but she was known for posting unfinished songs and covers online from time to time, so it would hardly be out of character. She’d been surprised that her agent had agreed to it, as the song quite directly referenced the interview, but her agent was just as pissed off about it as she was.

She opened her messages to Harry back up.

Y/N: Now listen, how do you feel about revenge

Harry:... I feel I should be worried

Y/N: Well its not revenge against you, it’s revenge against King Bigot himself.

Harry: In that case be my guest.

Y/N: Check my insta page in two mins

Instagram Post:

Caption: The other day I was messing around and wrote a song called Wet Dream... iykyk

Comments:

@/ynfan “holy shit”

@/ynfan2 “she really said go die pls howard”

@/ynfan3 “I can’t believe she referenced the interview so explicitly, she’s crazy, i’m in love”

@/ynfan4 “she said keep your wet dream away from me you big perv lolllll”

This time, the comments started raking in before people would even have had a chance to listen to the full song. Including the man himself.

Instagram message from @/harrystyles

Harry: I can’t believe you

Harry: Wait that sounded bad, i meant that in a good way. That is the most hilirious/brave thing i’ve ever seen wow.

Y/N: I really wrote it in a fit of rage

Harry: Well it’s incredible. Like, the message is obviously spot on, but it’s also just a complete bop

Y/N: I aspire to only create bops, so i’m glad you think so

Harry: haha I think I write too much sad shit for that to be the case for me

Y/N: Idk i think between us we’re doing pretty well at nailing the sad bop niche

Harry: Maybe you’re right.

Y/N: I usually am.

Harry: I’ll bear that in mind. God, that song is going to me stuck in my head for weeks now, I swear.

Y/N: Well it’s nice to know you’ll be thinking of me!

And that was part 2! Working on part 3 as we speak!

#harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles fic #harry styles #musician!y/n #how it turned out

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funnyexel · 2 years ago

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Give Yourself To Me

August Walker x Black Female Reader

A/n: As promised I have provided a toe-gripping story (according to me) please read the warnings below, enjoy and don’t be shy to leave some love on this post

Warnings: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Consensual Non Consent, Cry Fetish, Fear Kink, Rough Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Foul Language, Name Calling, Stalker Behavior, Kidnapping

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You don’t remember. You can’t even if you tried. You simply woke up in his house one night. Your life, if you even had one, was all a blur. “Who are you?” You hesitated your words as you watched him from your corner. “I’m your boyfriend.” He said and you questioned it. “My boyfriend?” You took a deep breath and moved out of the corner, little by little. “I can’t remember you.” You frown. “I’m sorry…” Taking some steps closer to you, he sighs. “It’s okay.” His deep voice echoing around the room, he makes sure not to touch you. “What’s your name?” You ask him, wanting to rekindle what you once had. “August.” He replies, looking down to you. “I like your name.” You smile at him and he opens the door for you. Walking out the room with him, he walks you through his house. Showing you the living room, kitchen, bathrooms, his room and everything you needed to see. It was all one story so it shouldn’t be too hard to remember where everything is. “I’m not going to make you sleep with me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He says to you as you both look at his room through the door frame. You smile to yourself at his thoughtfulness.

A few nights in and you get to know him more each night. “Its probably annoying to hear me ask the same things over again.” You say, leaning your head on the couch. He shakes his head. “Its…” He paused, looking for the right word. “Refreshing.” Your eyebrows, scrunch together and you scoot closer to him. “How?” He turns off the tv so you both can talk without background noise. “Hard to say. It feels nice is all I’m saying.” He says, towering over you even while sitting. Sitting in each others invisible bubbles, you feel so close and warm. Your hand rested on his arm, easing your busy mind. His blue eyes captivating as you stare into them. The silence prompts him to hold your cheek. His hand rough and cold, yet you still leaned into his touch. Leaning down, he kisses you. Tenderly, his lips peck yours. Probably not wanting to rush you into anything, but you showed him otherwise. Moving your hands to hold his face and open your mouth to carry on the kiss.

That kiss was the only one you both shared for weeks. In the moment it felt right. It didn’t lead to anything, just a cute kiss and you functioned as normal. But when you would fall asleep in his presence, whether that be on the couch or in your room, he would be in your dreams. It was weird and you told him about it. He looked a little surprised when you would describe it to him in great detail. “That’s some dream.” He says and that would remind you thats all it was, a dream. Even when he would get rough and rowdy with you and not in a sexual way. Him pushing you around in your dream, made you distance yourself from him a bit. What if it was your memories coming back in the form of a dream? He noticed and you expressed your concerns to him. “Y/n, baby, do you hear yourself?” He leans on the kitchen counter and you shrug. “How am I supposed to compete with a dream? Your imagination is getting the best of you.” He shakes his head at you. “But August, its scaring me.” You fold your hands in front of you. “You’re being too sensitive. Its just a dream, there’s nothing to be scared about.” He picks up your chin as you begin to look down. “I’m offended that you’re painting me as someone who’d hurt you.”

“I..It wasn’t me, its the dream-“ He interrupts you as you try to justify your thoughts. “And that dream was yours. Unbelievable.” He moves to the other side of the kitchen to continue looking for food to eat. You stand there on the verge of tears. He was right, you were being too sensitive about a dream. A fabrication of your mind. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” You smile through a few tears as he ignores you. “August?” Tapping his shoulder hesitantly. “I’m sorry about the dream, it was insensitive of me.” You look at him and he kisses you on the cheek, smiling back at you. “I’m glad that you realized your mistake.” Its crazy how you didn’t recognize anything wrong with this conversation. Things only got worse from here. As more and more dreams flooded your mind every night as you went to sleep, you pieced things together. “Tell me!” He raised his voice at you and you flinched, refusing to speak anymore. Clearing his throat, he takes a deep breath. “You’re getting me upset but I’m calm now.” He says and your lip quivers. “I…you kidnapped me.” You whisper softly. His face oozes with frustration as he moves to get off the bed, you run. As quickly as your legs can possibly take you, your hands shake uncontrollably as you try to open the front door. “I tried to be nice but you don’t want that.” He says, grabbing you by the neck and dragging you.

“But I am pretty relieved because my patience was running so thin with you.” Your struggling is drowned out by his words as he walked you to the kitchen. Letting you go, you take a much needed breath and he pushes you against the counter. Caressing your shoulder, he yanks off your shirt. “August!” You yell, your hands racing to cover your exposed chest. He’s nowhere near stopping as he tugs on your shorts. Ripping it with his hastiness as he pulls them down your waist. Pooling at your ankles. You huff in frustration. Doing everything in your power to look away from him, he grabs your chin and with the straightest face. “Look at me.” He states, pulling your panties aside and sticking two fingers in. A shuddered breath leaving your lips. Your hands shifting from covering your breasts to unknowingly squeezing them. Even as its so wrong it feels dangerously right.

You’re so embarrassed, the wetness in between your legs all over his fingers. You looked to one side and then the other, even the ceiling. Anything to distract yourself from his fingers curling, moving in and out your cunt like nobody’s business. “no.” You weakly repeat, moving your hands from your breasts and doing your best to close your legs. He lets go of your chin and forces open your legs. Leaning down to your ear, he whispers. “Keep your legs open yourself or I’ll tie them.” You look at him as he leans back and open your legs. Taking out his fingers, you muffle a whimper. He glances at you as he lifts you onto the counter and spreads your legs. Plunging his hands in you once more, he puts his hand on your upper inner thigh and squeezes inhumanely hard. Looking down to his hands, you trap a moan in your throat. Breathing heavily as he fingers you faster and to add to the unbearable sexual acts of this man, he uses his thumb on the hand that was gripping onto your thigh to rub small circles on your clit.

No denying that he hit the spot as you held his arm to stop, whining and squeezing on his fingers. “s..stop” You uttered, barely being heard by him. Your unsteady breathing, turned to low moans as you came on his fingers for the first time. He kept going, not stopping or slowing down. Your sensitive core becoming even more sensitive as his circles on your clit become more harsh. “stop…no” You find your voice and warn him as if he isn’t getting what he wanted from you. “Shut up.” He states, annoyed as he stops rubbing your clit and covers your mouth. Leaning you back on the counter. Allowing him to keep you down, you moan into his palm as his fingers violently make you cum for the second time. Uncovering your mouth, you get a grip and he takes his fingers out of you. Pulling you up by your arm, he takes off your panties and wipes off your juices with it.

Putting it aside for now, he slides your shirt to you on the counter. “Put on the shirt.” He didn’t have to tell you twice as you quickly threw it over your body. Taking you off the counter, he bends you over it as your legs shook under you. “Every time, you put on this shirt. I want you to remember what I did to you in it.” He exclaims to you lowly. You gasp as his dick enters you. He uses your panties and puts them in your mouth to gag you. Putting both his hands on your waist as he makes you feel him, every inch of him. Moving one hand up to your neck, he gets a firm grip and squeezes. Making your back arch. You couldn’t help but spit them out when you began to feel light headed. Panting like an animal and when you finally caught your breath, noticing that your words do nothing. You fall apart, crying as his hands cradle your body. It was hard to tell if you were crying because of the force or the pleasure. He groans above you, your sobs arousing him. He didn’t want the sensual feeling to over power his unmanageable urge to hear you cry.

Moving his other hand down to your clit, he rubs on it again. In the little amount of time he’s fucked you, he’s already found one of your sweet spots. Something it would take other men ages to find. Your leg was shaking next to his as you came on his cock, slowly going in and out of you. One moment your squeezing on his whole dick, the next your barely touching the tip. The pleasure it brings to him when you do that, you make it challenging to stay inside of you and he can’t help but like it. Like the way your hole closes so tightly when he slides out of you and makes him have to practically rip you open to get back inside. Your squealing and screaming adding to the sensation. He’s pushing up against one spot inside you, that made you moan to the top of your lungs. It confused you how he found it when you didn’t even know it was there. “didn’t think that was in you” He teases, referring to your moan. “I’d be worried if I had neighbors.” He says as he pulls you up off the counter and flush against his bare chest.

You shake your head, whining as he turns your head by the neck to look at him. You really realize the size difference between the two of you. Your eyes roll back as he fucks you standing up, his arms hugging around your waist and stomach. His hands holding onto the sides of your body. Moving your hands to hold onto the counter, you both look into each others eyes at the same time. Something burns in your chest and intimidates you. Turning your head back, he puts his head beside yours to see you struggle. He watches how your legs shake, making him hold you up as you grip the counter for dear life. At this point, you couldn’t refrain from panting and moaning. He made it nearly impossible for you to keep quiet. Leaning your head back on his chest as you cum again, breathing against his skin. The senseless contact that you made with him, made him groan noisily. You snickered in the slightest, noticing how touch starved he is. Attempting to move a little in his grip but your feet were barely touching the ground, he was genuinely holding you up. Leaning you both over, he slams into you and you exhale, winded. His stroke knocking the little air out of your lungs.

He scrunches up your shirt, holding onto it as he continues to fuck the shit out of you. He grumbles in your ear, growing accustom to how you squeeze around him. Feeling him twitch inside you, you hope that he’ll pull out. You’d rather not be knocked up by a man that trapped you in his home. Moving your hips against him, your moans get louder as you rub your clit. Having one more climax in you. “fuck…no more.” You plead, sighing as he shoves himself on that spot. Pulling out of you and a wave of relief washes over you. A little too soon, as he lifts up, pushing your shirt up and his hot fluids fall along your spine. You didn’t realize you were holding in a breath as you collapsed. Gripping on the counter to stabilize yourself, you glared at him. Putting on his pants, he looks at your shirt sticking to your back then your eyes. The heat of the sex, made it so you didn’t notice that he was naked, totally skin to skin with you. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” His words triggering your tears. Resting your head on the counter as you sob into your hands. You felt so brittle, weak and used. At least now he might cast you aside and put you out your misery.

“You’re making me want to fuck you again.” He walks over to you, caressing your butt. You jump, squatting his hand away. “Now you want to act scared.” He grabs his shirt from off the floor. You watch his moves carefully and he smirks. “I’m not done with you yet.” He speaks to you in a hushed tone, his hand dusting over your shoulder. Sniffling as he walks away from you. He makes you so much more anxious then he ever did. Now, you anticipated when he would try to have sex with you again. Even when he wasn’t home. The next few weeks was hell on earth. He stuck you in his room to sleep while he was gone. Locking all the doors as per usual, not like you could go anywhere. Being bed written because of how shaky your legs were and when you were able to walk around, you were bored out of your mind. Doing the same routine day in and day out. Your body betraying you some nights as it longed for him. You cursed yourself for the mere fact you were horny for that man.

After six weeks of being away, he came home and to your dismay, still made you sleep in his room. You sat in the living room chair closest to the window, watching the grass grow. Not knowing how to pass the time that feels so endless. He calls your name, angrily in fact. As hurriedly as you can, you go to the bedroom. Standing by the door and walking in slowly, you see him sitting on the bed. Silent as he’ll ever be. You dared not say a word as anything could trigger an outrageous reaction. Lifting up from the bed, he circles around you like a predator would prey. Closing the door in the process. Your lip quivers, eyes glistening as the thoughts of what he’ll do to you enters your brain. “I didn’t touch you yet and you’re all ready to cry.” Fighting to keep your tears from falling, you watch his every move. Feeling him stop behind you, his chest directly against your back. You don’t know what’s going to happen. In your peripheral vision, he leans down and you close your eyes. Two tears falling to your chest and your breath hitching. He kissed you, on your jawline, trailing down to your neck and collar bone. Your tense shoulders slouch, hoping this is all he’ll do with you.

“Close the curtains.” He says. Doing a double take to his words, you make a steady pace to the window. Looking out to the gloomy scenery and drawing the blinds. Making the room darker but light still seeping in. Forcing you against the wall, he pulls down your underwear from underneath your skirt and traces his dick along your slit. Both your hands on the wall as you brace yourself, you realize something. “Not dry.” You plead and repeat. “please not dry.” His silence always scares you. Neglecting your words as he pushes into your pussy dry. You cry out in pain. “no please no.” You wail. He rolls up the skirt and grips on it to fuck you. His hips touching your ass with every stroke he makes. “it hurts!” You put your hand against his chest to stop him. Turning to him full on balling, you look in his eyes. “please, it hurts. so bad.” You shake your head, speaking to him through the tears. He pulls out and you smile in relief.

“I love it when you cry.” He says, examining your face from afar. “When you beg.” His finger glides along your jawline. “Open.” He demands, shoving his fingers down your throat. Making you gag, your saliva piling up on his fingers. Taking them out your mouth, you watch as he rubs your spit all over his cock. “please, not again.” You turn your head to him and plead. He watches as your tears stream down your face. “I would’ve thought you’d be wet already, with the amount of times you masturbated while I was gone.” He turns you around fully and kisses the tears on your cheeks. Your jaw drops. How did he know? “please, I don’t want to.” You sob as he takes off your shirt. He kisses your neck, his hair tickling your chin. Lifting your leg up, he pushes himself inside you. “it wasn’t the same, hm?” He repeats your hushed words to you as he stops kissing your neck to look at you. His hand gripping onto your thigh, giving you more support. His pace starting slow. You huff. “Answer.” He slaps you on the ass and you yelp. “it was.” His smug look deteriorates. Shaking his head to your response, he takes you by the throat. With no regard of your air consumption and speeds up his pace. Slamming into you over and over again.

Whining at different pitches, you hold his shoulder as you feel your grounded leg being lifted up. Taking his hand off your throat and putting your back against the wall, he holds both your legs by his waist. Never stopping. Having no choice but to look him in the eyes, you zone out. Folding your arms around his neck, you moan as he takes you off the wall and holds you chest to chest. Pounding your pussy and stretching you out. Breathing heavily, you hit him on the back. “Put me down!” You exclaim between gasps. He ignores you and slaps you on the ass for being outspoken. Making you whimper and your skin sting. “You like this.” He says to you and you try to ignore it, shaking your head viciously. “I’ll give you one more chance to answer correctly.” He says, letting you figure out the question yourself. With moments of hesitation, you answer him. “it wasn’t the same.” Surprisingly with the truth. You swallow anxiously at his silence, because you know its never anything good.

Gazing at him as he stopped. “are…are we done?” You ask skeptically, if this is all it took for him to stop then you would’ve done it sooner. He sat and laid back on the bed, his feet firmly planted on the ground. Laying on his clothed chest, he let go of you. Sitting up, you look down to him. Slowly you lift yourself off of him, kneeling to get off the bed and with quickness he grabs your wrist. “please…” You tug at your wrist. “Since, it wasn’t the same. I want you to…” He pauses at your sudden array of tears. Your soft sobs and breaths the only noise in the room. “Calm down. Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” He exclaims, his tone matching the circumstance. “Stop crying.” He says sitting up and you try your best to wipe away the tears. “I want you to show me.” As he let go of your wrist it flops by your side. You understand what he’s saying but you don’t want to do it. “August. why? you had no problem doing it before.” You push your body up to his, your hands resting on the neckline of his shirt. He shakes his head as he looks at you. “Either you pleasure yourself on my cock or I’ll use you and I promise I won’t be gentle.” He smirks smugly. Exhaling heavily, you hide your head in your hands. Tears falling through your fingers, your chest heaving up and down. You needed to shed a few tears to accept the situation.

“what…do I do?” You wipe the wet stains with the back of your hand. “Well, for starters, sit.” He demands, moving a braid behind your ear and lying back down. Sliding the skirt off your body you position yourself in his lap. Taking your time to insert him in again. A moan moving past your lips. He stares at your fully naked body as you bounce on his cock. “Thats it.” He hums, his hands resting on your thighs. As you looked into his eyes, you saw tenderness. Something odd, like he’s been craving this moment. You shrieked, your climax biting at you. The eye contact made you feel soft but you looked away, the feeling overwhelming you. Leaning forward with your hands on his chest, you look at the wall and try to keep your hips moving. Seeing your struggle, he puts his hands on your hips and moves them in a rocking motion. “Get up.” You stop, taking a moment before getting up and sitting next to him.

“What’s it going to take for you to stop acting like you don’t want to be fucked.” Curling your legs to your chest, you rest your chin on your knees. “I’m not acting.” You say a straight-faced lie. “If you lie to me one more time, I’ll overstimulate you to the point of tears.” He sits up, looking down to you and you feel smaller. “You get so wet and needy for me. Stop lying to yourself.” Your heart beats out of your chest with his threat of a good time. “August…” You breath out as his hands move up and between your legs. The way he spoke, the fear he placed inside you made you feel hot. Its unsure if its the urge to cum talking or your normal urges. Opening your legs, he automatically laid you down. Eyelids growing heavy as you watch him lower his lips to your clit. A simple kiss sent electricity surging through your body. Licking a line up your slit as a tease, he goes down on you fully. Slipping his tongue inside you and swirling it in devious ways. “mm, fuck.” He knows what he’s doing, he has to in order for it to be this good. Your knuckles whitening from the grip you have on the sheets. He watches as you unravel and he revels in it. Feeling your hips jerk into his mouth, clearly begging for more.

He keeps his slow pace regardless. Seeing as you suffered enough, he sticks two fingers in and it sends you over the edge in seconds. Swallowing all your wetness, he licks you clean. As he sits up over you and his mustache glistens. You moaned as he licked his upper lip. Reaching up, you rub his hair. Its soft nature welcomed you with open arms, rubbing his scalp and attempting to push back the hair thats fallen out of place. No other words needed to be exchanged as he leaned down and kissed you. Hungrily intertwining his tongue with yours. Inevitably tasting yourself. Your arm hooks around his neck and his hand grabs your waist. Leaving no space between you, unlike before. Slithering his dick inside you, you hum into the kiss. Squeezing on him. Breaking the kiss, a string of curses leaves his mouth and you take a much needed breath. “wait..” You put your hands on his chest, hesitantly he stops but still staying inside you. “You won’t hurt me?” You asked him this question in a context that only he would understand. If I love you, you won’t hurt me? He takes a breath, leaning down again. “I won’t…I won’t hurt you.” He kissed your neck sweetly.

Moving his hips into you gently, probably for the first time. “please, don’t hurt me.” You moan and say lowly. You’re taking his word for once, you finally give in. He finally has you for good. No more fighting, no more denying, just loving each other. And all he had to do was eat you out.

You little slut.

#fanfiction #black fanfiction #y/n #black y/n #black girls matter #black girl magic #black women #lemon #smut #august walker #august walker x y/n #august walker x you #august walker x reader #mission impossible fallout #mission impossible franchise #henry cavill

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qsphyxias · 3 years ago

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Could I request a trans gender neutral reader coming out to their partner Nagito?

if you fetishize trans people, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; trans reader coming out to nagito (their partner)

warnings ; trans reader (gender not specified), reader is anxious, mention of panic attacks, some cursing, hugging, a bit angsty, kinda rushed but not really, mention of cancer (don't worry, this has nothing to do with cancer), overthinking

note ; can't believe i posted 3 times today + i wish i had made it a bit more realistic and bumpy but this seems more like a hurt/comfort happy ending type thing.

words ; 0.8k +

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"s/o! what a coincidence, didn't think i'd see you here…! in the kitchen!" nagito smiled sheepishly as he dried his wet hands on his pants.

"what? nagito we... we live together." you furrowed your brows at him, nearly forgetting why you went to the kitchen for. oh, right! you were going to come out. to your boyfriend. about being trans.

ahh, fuck.

you were sure he probably wasn't going to hate you for being trans, but given how you both have never really talked about the subject of gay, trans rights most of your relationship, you were still unsure of where he stood—now, it wasn't like you both actively avoided the subject, but it was with the whole killing game, and all the trauma; there wasn't really a lot of space or time for that.— not to say he didn't know what it was, of course.

surely his opinion on it wouldn't be too bad... right?

"oh, right... i- i'm sorry, my hope, i wasn't sure if living together was something i had dreamt of or had really been happening." nagito laughed at his own foolery, eyes dark with self-hatred.

"nagito, i need to tell you someth-" "anyway, there's something i'd like to-"

you both managed to stop in sync, once you both realized there was something each of you had to say.

you couldn't meet his eyes, summoning the courage to actually convince yourself to do this was hard enough, but now he had something to say too. 'god, the timing! he probably already knows, doesn't he? and he's probably already planned the break-up. of course, he knows, he knows everything! like that time when i took the shoe and-'

"s/o? are you okay? y- you're not having a panic attack, are you?" nagito would be lying if he said this hadn't happened before; he believes his 'aura' sends people straight into comas.

he gently placed his hand on your shoulder and brought you in for a hesitant hug, meeting his hand with his other hand and locking them behind your upper back and neck. he couldn't explain it, but he felt as if he could feel the intensity of your overthinking from where he was standing; being a fellow overthinker himself, he can read all the signs.

normally he would've blamed himself and his luck for the way you were acting, but judging by the way you hugged him back just as desperately, maybe even more; he knew it wasn't that, it was something else.

he hoped to god you weren't going to tell him you wanted to split, or worse, you had cancer.

you gulped down the golf ball in your throat and took a deep breath, as hard as it was to let some air in your lungs. what better time than now?

"nagito, i'm trans." you balled up the back fabric of the army green zip-up, nervous he'd pull away too quick.

your face scrunched up, as if bracing for the impact of his next words.

to your surprise, he let out an extremely loud, relieved sounding sigh, as if he had been holding his breath underwater but no one was timing it. "i'm so glad, i thought you were going to tell me you wanted to break up, hahaha.."

then it hit him that the day wasn't over yet. "... wait- are you?"

comedic relief, phew, just what the doctor ordered.

"no, nagito, of course not!" you let out an airy laugh, pulling away to watch his expression.

he was smiling. you've never been so happy to see him smile— and that was enough to put a smile on your face too.

"i'm so glad someone like you had trusted someone like me with this information about yourself." nagito grinned, his heart feeling full and grateful; it was a bit weird to be feeling this happy, but he always felt happy and worthy when you trusted him with information about yourself, when you opened up just a little to him. it made him feel like he was good enough for you, even if he didn't always feel like he was.

you sniffled, brain falling down from the adrenaline as you soon felt waves of emotion hit you. you felt a bit stupid for feeling so worried; of course nagito would accept you, he's nagito. "sorry- i was- i guess i was a little nervous..? haha." you chuckled sheepishly.

"i'm truly sorry to make you feel like you couldn't tell me about stuff like that, but i guess i can't blame you... i'm me, after all." nagito groveled,—speaking as if being himself was the worst thing you could've ever been cursed with—before smacking himself upside the head.

"nagito..." your smile dipped.

"sorry, i'm getting off-track. i promise i won't do it again." nagito apologized sheepishly, eyes shooting back up from his feet.

his eyes shut for a moment, only to open up again to reveal a sea of all different sorts of emotions.

he held your hands.

"s/o, you being trans won't ever change how i feel about you, you're still you, and i'm still unworthy of being with you; i'm just so happy you told me about this, s/o. the bravery and courage you have to come out like that and be so vulnerable in front of me, is truly astonishing and so, so generous... thank you for trusting me with this s/o, i feel like i've just witnessed pure hope. it's beautiful, isn't it? truly..."

nagito spaced out, murmuring on about his mini hope-rant. ah, he promised he wouldn't!

you gently shook him back to reality, trying to catch his eyes once again. "uh, hold on- come back, nagito. wasn't there something you wanted to say earlier?"

"oh, i guess i can't really stave it off any longer, huh?" nagito beat around the bush before finally spitting it out, "i accidentally paid some sketchy guy for what i thought were ceramic cups, and instead got, like, 11 ferrets. somehow. haha."

⊱───── ❝ 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴! ❞ ─────⊰

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just-pineapple-responses · 4 years ago

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Just curious, how many shower thought (response) blogs are there? I just dived into this side of tumblr (not gonna make any posts its fun to read though) and I'm already losing my mind

Well there is

The. Literal. Sun.

Plasma...

S p a c e

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT

The void. It shall consume ALL.

A typewriter incase anyone wants to write their will before they die

Also some ink, not related to the typewriter

Also some words, I wonder who'll use them

A hat with no maker and a maker with no hat

The pen is mightier than the sword. It just so happens that this one is evil. Luckily I can summon multiple

Anyone order some coffee?

Ooo, an author

The literal embodiment if of fanart

A fork, nom noms

B҉ r҉ o҉ k҉ e҉ n҉

Soap

Soap(for hair)

Toothpaste

🄵🄰🅄🄲🄴🅃

Towel

Bath mat

Washcloth

Bathtub

Bathwater

𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓

Bubblebath!

One (1) bath boi

Some M͓̽o͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ (anybody got some strong disinfectant?)

Nvm, the mold has already caused a plague (gettit?) (although user misspelled it)

Nevermind, there's already a parasite here

Mirror

Door!!!

Some curtains

A denim jacket

Blackout

Rainbow

✨ Magic ✨

*Tree poses to assert dominance*

Coconut

(obviously me)

I think popeye dropped a tin of spinch and it became sentient?

Tost

Hummus. dip tost?

Criss Cross applesauce

Wibbly wobbly Wibbly wobbly jellyo

Mmmm océan s o u p

Some poison, a great addition for my soup

Smol bean

Potat

Shower magpie who I haven't seen in a while

Bird (brain)

Frog(×2:Electric Boogaloo)

An axolotl!

Ferret

*looks at smudged writing on hand. Squints. * a raccoon

Stinky bastard man (I just had to put the two next to each other)

Rat.

Becometh crab 🦀 (x2: Electric Boogaloo)

Nya~

Edgy Nya~

Tripod of dog

Brain

Nina i found one of your neurons (if you understand this reference, good job you)

A rotted brain, keep it away before it infects us all, I only have 2 braincells left

Did... Did someone drop their spinal cord?

The almighty binch

The titanic

Narrator

Water based introspection

Existential crisis

Dumbass

Also a pacifier (get it because they're also called dummies and their name is dummy)

A foolish thought to say a sorry sight join the shower community (as you can tell we did Shakespeare in English so many times i pretty much can recite everything lady macbeth said)

ADHD

Ominous

Anonymous

Anxious 🥺👉👈

Some edgy bastard

A person of culture I see (although obsessed with tweed for some reason)

1 Dapper boi

Sarcastic

nice

All smiles and sunshine

HAPPY! (why isn't there yellow 😔)

Affection (Derogatory) (I'm sorry I just felt like it)

~Petty~

Idiot

Disaster

Chaos and Order

Comebacks

'vanishing'

Defences

Threatened

Op is on drugs

All the F s

And F-general

Get out of the shower

Shower responses

Dry

The horny and the simp

Shower sins

Thower shoughts

I take quick showers

Shower thots

Last responder *countdown music*

You have shower thoughts?

Your shower thoughts are stupid

Wtf shower thoughts

Another shower responder

Just shower responses... responses

Response shower

NO SHOWER! only thought (×3)

Mmm, showery

Penny for your thoughts?

Hello darkness my old friend...

Llawyer

Beepbeep

Prussia

Haywire!!!

furry OwO

A Pigeon got in through the door, who left it open?

I'm feeling devious

You're looking glamorous, let's get mischievous, and polyamorous

Gay is stored in the ass

Gay

Trans

*opens door and walks through with you exaggeratedly* Fellas we got the whole LGBTQIA+ community right here

Enby

Hahaha gender go brrr

Lesbian

Lesbian-thot

Lust

Someone who thinks it funny to clown around

Joker (derogatory)

Haha straight

Dead inside

Some supervillain idk

News. Literally a shower news style responses

I cannot believe that I forgot Her Greatest Majesty, the Queen. All Hail Royal

Isaac newton?

M megamind?

Fiftieth

Crackhead

Some Phoenix Wright kinnie

What is a Dean Winchester and why does he have a tentacle fetish?

Well well well, if it ain't a homestuckian

Did someone kill/rob The Doctor or something, their TARDIS was left behind and its blocking my pretzels that I left in the shower

Mined crafts uwu

Well well well, if it ain't- *accidentally makes eye contact and is then killed by some unknown shadowy creature holding what seems to be some sort of cube of dirt*

GOTTA GO FAST

Mishamishamishamishamishamishamisha

Gen Z and ready to throw hands with OP

Not puki

Nom noms

Dip dap

Kensa

B͓̽u͓̽n͓̽g͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ..........

Someone broke their space bar or something

It's time to d-d-d-d-d-dshower

The magical deity of sleepovers

DON'T FALL ASLEEP. NO MATTER WHAT THEY TELL YOU-

The muffin man genuinely left drury Lane for this

Txmblr

Moonlit nights on a winters day, stars glimmering gently

A child?

🟥

The fae. Just all of them. Every single one.

Crocus? (What on earth does that mean)

*sings* baba blacksheep have you any wool? Because if not you will be killed (this fits the tune perfectly. If not I have failed in everything)

The theatre itself is here... Somehow

Ahoy-hoy

boo

REEEE- *epic geometry dash gameplay to DanTDM's old intro music*

Yardale, not to be mistaken for riverdale and differs to lawn ale or front porch ale or even meter ale

I'll finish this list later

It's gonna be a long one folks

I'm including a ones that haven't spoken since ages ago because

Boy howdy there's new ones tell me who I'm missing now

Please stop thank you very much this is too many i keep having to add to this any new responder must kill a responder to continue the purge shall claim y'all as I will win i recently started watching Danganronpa

Seriously though everyone after mirror must have a battle royale it's too much i doubt all of you will even last longer than today also happy birthday me -dated:28th- do you even realise what sort of commitment you've made to sell pieces of your soul for entertainment and ability to make such epic retorts each and every post?! I sacrifice many souls DAILY to be throwing such bangers into this stuff y'know?

We have a tap guys we can finally wash our hands of all the blood of our enemies

Seriously though who left the door open I don't want a Pigeon pecking at me (the mishapocalypse got them lol)

So many responders so little time before the end of the world

If I'm missing someone please tell me very thank

There are not enough colours for me to assign a different one to each person 😔 also, wtf is on there twice on purpose

WorldHealthOrganisation IS MISSING (note: you may have a joke in place of name or under a category of names)

So there's lore without me?

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT *moth noises*

Okay now there's alternate timeline versions of responders for the benefit of myself they ain't going on the list bud

There is an incorrect role play blog quotes blog and I am crying. Not of laughter. Just wiuwhdhsjhshjxjabjsjdhdjsj

If any new people join I will go back to causing shower wars for the sake of killing you all I'm done I have snapped my laptop is updating 3 times in a row

I will commit crimes.

Does being a shower responder or role-playing seem encouraging to people to join this "community"? Because I'm pretty sure it's the latter

#ShowerThoughts blogs #Asks #As you can see I'm trying to organise in order of inanimate to animal to concepts to water else #*whatever else #And now rp blogs wow

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onewithnomightypowers · 3 years ago

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Old Habits

pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader

summary: Old habits come back when you meet an ex lover after a long time. Conversations feel like you never stopped talking to them. Sometimes you have to see them one last time to say goodbye like you mean it but most of the time it doesn’t go as planned.

warning: drinking

words: 2.1k

a/n: could be read as part 2 of last kiss but is a stand alone. got a bit poetic at the end. hope you guys like it. and as always, love reading your opinions/reactions. also asks are open. (gif not mine)

masterlist

'@tomholland2013 posted a story'

She picked up her phone to open Instagram. Yes, Y/N still had notifications on for his account even after they were broken up for months. Classic Tom.

He posted two of the same picture on his story. No one understood how that would happen almost every time, not even the people working at Instagram to whom they contacted about the glitch.

Tom had his hair slicked back, standing in a white t-shirt next to Harry, his brother, giving a million-dollar smile. They were holding a clapperboard together. There was text on the picture too, 'day 1 let's go!!' She smiled to herself. Just because they weren't together doesn't mean that she wasn't allowed to feel happy for his achievements. Even though she wishes to know all these big things from Tom himself she is, unfortunately, left here, watching a small part of his life flash in front of her for less than thirty seconds.

"Are you listening?" Hope, Y/N's date said.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. You were saying?" Y/N placed the phone back where it was resting, next to the cold wine bottle.

"You seem distant," they said.

When she 'met' Hope (she only really met them 30 minutes ago), Y/N wasn't looking for love, just sex, and that is what online dating specializes in. She hoped Hope knew what they were signing up for, sexual intimacy and nothing else.

"It doesn't matter does, does it? We both know what we are here for. Why not just cut the chase," Y/N replied.

It was early in the morning, the sun had yet to shine in its full glory. Y/N could only think of the first time she stayed over at Tom's old apartment but then she turned her head only to find Hope's naked body next to her. Her heartbeat accelerated with the realization that he was not hers anymore. Being in a foreign environment didn't help her growing anxiety, twisting and turning her intestines.

It's been four months, her feelings for Tom refuse to quit on her because she knows she could never quit on them, on him, even if he has. He probably has already found someone else in Canada, she thought. She didn't want him anymore but she still needed him, one last time just to teach her stupid heart how to say goodbye.

Y/N wore her clothes and picked up her shoes, going on a trail to find Hope's door to get out before they wake up. Climbing down the stairs, she took out her phone from the back pocket of her jeans.

'5 new messages from Sam' 7 hours ago

Sam: hey

Sam: ik it's late

Sam: I am going for a run tmr morning @6

Sam: do you wanna come?

Sam: will go to the new coffee house near my house after that

Y/N texted him back

Y/N: I'll meet you at the coffee place

Sam: come fast. already here

Sam and Y/N were standing in the queue to place their orders. “You look especially shitty today,” Sam said, running his right hand through his sweaty hair.

“I haven’t been home yet,” Y/N reasoned her appearance.

His mouth formed an ‘o’ shape. The person in front of them left the queue, they moved towards the counter. “One hazelnut latte, double shot with skimmed milk,” Y/N gave her order.

“And you?” the cashier’s question directed to Sam.

“I’ll have a matcha latte with oat milk”

Sam turned to Y/N, “Harrison got me on matcha, and now I can’t go back to coffee”

They paid their dues and moved over to the barista counter to collect their order.

“So, what were you doing last night?” Sam inquired.

“I was on a date, it isn't a big deal though. Just had some needs to take care of”

“Oh, was it any good?”

“It was fine. I was distracted the whole time. Saw Tom’s story about halfway into the bottle of merlot. Couldn’t stop thinking about him”

“Seems…sad. But you know Tom is coming back for the Christmas weekend, I think. He might attend Harrison’s Christmas eve party”

“One hazelnut latte and one matcha latte,” someone behind the counter screamed.

“That’s us,” Sam raised his voice.

Harrison had a bucket inside his house, under a sign that said 'drop your tracking devices here' with an arrow pointing to the bucket. Y/N dropped her phone on a pile of roughly fourteen others. Debating whether to see Tom's face was something she wanted or not made her late and not very fashionably.

The house was decorated with empty liquor bottles along with red and green streamers from one wall to another. Everyone was drunk in their best dress. There were no signs of Tom yet. Y/N took a deep breath, walking towards the kitchen to get herself some liquid courage to help her socialize.

The kitchen was rather scarcely populated. Empty glasses were lined up next to the sink. Are they clean or used? Bending down, Y/N opened the refrigerator to see if Harrison had any chilled wine. No luck. "Hey," a familiar voice was heard.

She looked up at the familiar stranger.

"Hey Tom," she smiled. The refrigerator light falling on Y/N made her blush visible.

She grabbed a half-cut lemon placed in the egg tray.

“How have you been?" Tom asked leaning back on the kitchen counter, observing her movements.

Y/N walked towards the sink to grab herself a crystal glass hoping for it to be clean. "Just busy with work these days"

"I heard you got a job at Condé Nast, is that true?" he took a sip from his beer.

"Well, you heard right. You are looking at their new senior brand manager for digital", she said proudly.

Tom hugged her from the side she was holding a knife to cut the lemon for her gin and tonic. "That's great darling! You always wanted to work there"

Darling. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering like the first time she met Tom.

"I saw your story the other day. You started filming your script, right?" she dropped the lemon in the glass.

"Yup, it was a long time coming," he grabbed the knife she was using and washed it without even knowing. He was so used to Y/N never washing utensils after using them and, he would always have to clean up after her.

"Congrats on that babe!" The word 'babe' just slipped out of practice.

Y/N grabbed a Bombay Sapphire standing still on the marble slab. The blue of the bottle shinning even in the dim-lit room.

"I missed you," Y/N made eye contact, screwing the cap back on. A long, silent pause.

I miss you too, so very much

She cleared her throat, "so, how long are you staying?"

"Going back Monday morning"

She opened a can of tonic water.

"Are you seeing someone?" Tom asked.

"Wouldn't you wanna know" a smirk on her face grew. "I've been out on few dates, nothing serious. What about you?"

"Met this girl online, dated for a bit but, she wanted something I couldn't give to her"

Y/N scoffed, "did she have a foot fetish or something?"

"No, Y/N. She wanted love, not my feet" they both laughed.

"On that topic..." Tom calmed himself, "...I was listening to this song a few weeks ago and, there was this line, 'the smell of your hair reminds me of her feet' and it made me think of you"

"I reckon," she took a sip of her gin and tonic.

"No, seriously, I really related to that line. No matter how many people I hook up with, it will be hard to find the type of intimacy I shared with you. I still relate to it"

"I hate going on walks alone and having faceless dreams," Y/N blurted, lacking a proper reaction.

"You're still the face of all my fantasies," Tom confessed.

None of them knew what to say next. Anything they thought of saying now included walking over the blurry line of exes to lovers.

"You look pretty"

"Classic me, had a glow up after getting my heartbroken"

"You always looked this pretty. You are beautiful," Tom assured her. The 'heartbroken part did not sit well with him. He already felt guilty for taking a job across the pond which was a great opportunity for him to grow but was only possible by severing his ties with Y/N.

It had just started snowing on Boxing Day. Tom was alone in his cold home, boiling a pot of ramen noodles. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of the burning stove with the pot on top.

Tom: *attached photo*

Tom: I come back after months and my family leaves me alone with no food

Y/N: you should add a poached egg

Tom: Thanks. I shall.

Tom: I think I made too much ramen for me

Tom: do you wanna come over and share?

Her indecision was visible by the coming and going of the gray dots. Then finally, Tom could tame his anxiety by her simple reply.

Y/N: sure.

There was a loud knock on the door. Tom put two bowls of hot ramen on the dining table and went to open the door. Behind the door, Y/N was standing with her hands inside her brown checker coat. There was dust of snow sitting on her shoulders. Her braided hair was made by the most anxious hands in town.

The door opened and, Tom’s hands flew to take Y/N in his arms. They hugged like little kids hug their parents after being away from each other, for them, an eternity. It did feel like an eternity to them too but, they hadn’t forgotten each other’s touch.

“I parked my car at the church, couldn’t find any spot here ‘cause of the snow," she pulled out.

“The snow seems to be gaining momentum.”

Y/N hummed in agreement. She took off her coat and hung it in the Holland’s coat closet.

“Come on, the ramen is getting cold,” she followed tom into the kitchen.

They sat adjacent on the wooden table in comfortable silence. Tom used chopsticks and, Y/N used a fork. Only the occasional noodles falling in the broth were heard, along with the gushing of wind.

“It’s really spicy for me,” Tom said.

“Yeah, I can see your ears turning red.”

She still remembers

Y/N raised her hand to cover her mouth while yawning.

“Since you made the food, I’ll do the dishes,” she got up, grabbed their bowls, and walked over to the sink.

Wearing the gloves, she turned to Tom, “it was quite tasty”.

Tom gave her a smile.

She spread the soap on the dishes and turned the tap on. Tom pushed his chair back to get up.

“Have you made any friends at your new job,” he jumped and sat on the counter next to Y/N.

“Yeah, sort of. Kyara works there too so, I have just made her friends my friends,” she washed his chopsticks.

“That’s good. Have you talked to Emily after the wedding? She told me they are planning on adopting.”

“They invited me over for dinner when they got the approval from the agency. Kyara made this amazing Hyderabadi biryani, it was her mum’s recipe so, it was obviously better than the restaurant”

“God! You and your love for Indian food”

Y/N removed her gloves, “I should go. Thanks for the ramen, by the way”

“Are you sure you can go out in this weather?”

“Yeah I think," she started walking out of the kitchen.

Tom grabbed her hand. “Stay”, his voice was like cotton.

Y/N turned and made contact with his pleading eyes. She moved closer to him. “Please”, he said. They both were inching in to lock their desperate lips.

Y/N did not notice when she had fallen asleep talking to Tom. Their naked bodies were covered by the white comforter. Her eyes slowly opened to a boy with brown eyes and messy hair looking at her.

“I like it when you sleep. I love watching you sleep”

She chuckled. “That’s a bit creepy, don’t you think?” She had a sleepy voice.

“You look so serene, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I could stare at you for eons”

“But love, I'm only here till the snow settles,” she caressed his cheeks.

“Then the cold shall frost our limbs," he leaned in to kiss her.

tags: @elios-timotea

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #spiderman #marvel fanfiction #marvel #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spider man #spiderman x you

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o-chinelo-da-luisa · 3 years ago

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I posted 29 times in 2021

16 posts created (55%)

13 posts reblogged (45%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.8 posts.

I added 2 tags in 2021

#tumblr birthday - 1 posts

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Longest Tag: 16 characters

#tumblr milestone

My Top Posts in 2021

That was the day I discovered my two main fetishes

Well...some of my fetishes came to me even before I know what sex was.

First one, I was in a flower shop which belonged to my mom’s friend. I went there every day after school. She was sweet lady, from another generation, a few years older than my mother, strict on values and perfectly able to enforce discipline if she had to.

She watched me until my mom come to pick me up from work. While she worked on the flowers; I stood there doing my homework and then playing around the store. She let me do anything there, except going into the warehouse where the gardening tools and supplies. Between scissors and chemicals that forbidden place was the perfect storm for a ten year old

But you are guessing right… as the forbidden fruit it’s the most desirable, specially for a kid, I couldn’t keep myself out of there.

When I went inside, between all the junk, came close to my attention a pair of garden sandals, beautiful, blue and full of dirt from working the land.It was summer and was too damn hot inside that storage unit. When I got close, started to smell something cheesy… and got stronger as walked through. I realized that odd scent came from her shoes, and don’t know why, I couldn’t get away and it didn’t bothered me. Actually, I liked… so much that I stuck my nose in there

After a while there, she came looking for me and saw me in the shed. She was so angry, like I never seen her before. She rushed inside, yelling “I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME HERE. IT’S DANGEROUS”, as she ended that sentence, she violently grabs and twists my ear, dropped my shorts and my underwear, picked up the sandal and gave the most vicious beating I ever took.

Even though tears crawled over my eyes, she kept going, smacking me, time after time, with that motherly spelling spanking. Honestly I didn’t hear much of what she was spelling, between the sting in my butt and my screams; I wasn’t very focused on the words. She didn’t stop until my knees failed and made me fell on the floor.

Then she picked me up by me ear; she touched my face with the sole of the sandal and said “If you tell anyone next time will be much worse”. But wasn’t already feeling like telling someone about that. I was embarrassed...ashamed, but, at the same time, I never felt so alive.

I didn’t tell anyone, I went there every day, but I made sure my behavior was spanking deserving, because every reason was a damn good reason to be spanked by her.

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“No, bit*h boi! I’m gonna let the nice officers from the coast guard watch while i spank your bare bottom... maybe after I finish, they want to come aboard and have their way with you”

23 notes • Posted 2021-03-05 21:54:30 GMT

Clever, yeah. So very clever... If you weren’t driving like an assassin, you’d probably have spotted that piece of junk in the middle of the road and wouldn’t have to replace your flat tire. Now that’s another 30k bill for your ‘toy’. If I listened to myself, I’d reach for my shoe and give you the roadside spanking you so richly deserve for risking our lives! But now we’re late for Mum’s lunch. So you had better be the nicest son in law ever wether you want the backside blistering that awaits you ,the second we’re home, gets even worse.

23 notes • Posted 2021-02-20 13:56:08 GMT

#Summerfeet equals tanned ass 👡

28 notes • Posted 2021-07-01 14:57:25 GMT

Slipper(y) when wet!

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i-did · 4 years ago

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I would like to hear more of your opinions on fandom depictions of Neil, if you don't mind! Your post made me realize some things I wasn't even aware of when reading aftg fic!!

Yeah sure I have a lot of thoughts on this. I think this is an overall fandom issue and not just an aftg fandom issue, but the feminization of neil as well as the ironing out of his personality to make it more palatable is definitely a thing.

I've noticed in a lot of fics hes a lot friendlier, a lot less distrusting, and a lot more oblivious. I also noticed the amount of demand for vixen neil, and neil in dresses and skirts and crop tops, neil crying and being vulnerable isn't a challenge on traditional masculinity because andrew and the other guy foxes don't receive nearly the same amount of demand.

There is heavy emphasis on people wanting not just neil but andrew to be softer, and while that's okay, it's important to remember the moral of aftg is that trauma makes some people hard, and intense and not traditionally likeable, and that those people aren't broken and don't need to be fixed. So when people just, ignore that and make andrew and neil a lot softer, neil always sitting in andrews lap and other things, lots of expressions of PDA, and other out of charter moments, it erases the idea nora was trying to convey.

I've stated before about how the fandom also often doesn't mention body hair but when it does its andrew having facial hair and neil having less typically, but also there is usually emphasis on andrew having a deeper voice than neil, who sometimes gets written almost as whiney and petulant or pouty.

-nsft text below-

I also think there is an overall lack of understanding of mlm culture in fandom which is largely a women's space. I won't go into detail here but how pwp is written (especially a lot of the trans andrew or neil ones) are not with a mlm gaze in mind, after all if it was proper gay porn then only mlm would be turned on by it, but the consumer in mind isn't mlm at all, both because the authors are almost always not mlm, but the readers aren't as well. There is emphasis on neil being more vocal and whining, mewling, whimpering, and moaning, all common in how straight porn treats the woman, while andrew is emphasized in being a lot more quiet, maybe grunting and groaning.

Lingerie is not common in gay porn outside of fanfiction, jock straps?? Thats a thing thats a huge thing, but in all the pwp I've seen of them in their exy gear I haven't seen it mentioned before, not a cup or jock strap or anything like that.

Neil is also the one being put into the lingerie and there is emphasis on him feeling pretty rather than handsome and him being petite and slim rather than a bulky athlete

There is also an overall lack in realism in preparation and dynamics that are physically impossible or unsafe but thats a whole other thing.

This is just off of the top of my head, I can get into the fetishization of trans andrew fics another time thats a whole other thing, but yeah this is just my unprepared thoughts and observations I've noticed.

Fanart also tends to lack the men having bulges, i respect trans hc but i have possibly never seen a flaccid penis in running shorts neil is wearing. They don't go away they sit there and take up space.

-end nsft text-

I have more to say when it comes to the dealings with trauma in fanfiction but for another time. I also have a huge rant about how fanon deals with the race in fics, both nickys canon race as well as the fanon everyone else's race

Overall, people can write what they want to write, and fiction is fiction and i cannot stop anyone from doing anything, and people can interpret the characters how they want. But when writing fiction, the authors own biases can slip though, the charters are written by them after all. An author who writes a torture scene isnt someone who has done that, but an author who writes let's say nicky as even more predatory, slutty, stereotypically gay and "ayeyeyye" in fanfic is unknowingly being racist and homophobic.

A person existing in real life fitting steryotypes is one thing, I've been told like once a week that im stereotypically gay since I've been alive, and have been under a lot of fire for being both "too mexican" and "not mexican enough" but an author who is not mlm and is white can still fall into these pre conceived notions they don't realize they have. There is no such thing as a real life queer couple being heteronormative, but someone else writing one can be because they're not real people, they're characters.

Why does this dynamic appeal to you? Are you projecting? In what way? Why do you think x character is more passive and y is more aggressive? Are they like that in canon ?

When quarantine started I threw myself into aftg even more, but quickly became depressed and felt gross and watched, I felt lonely as an mlm and isnt white in a dominantly white wlw/wlm fandom. Most of tumblr is queer white women dominant tbh, in the same way its American dominant, and fandom is like that too. I still have a hard time talking to my friends who aren't mlm about fandom stuff sometimes because I will tell them something bothers me and I'm not sure they understand or take it seriously. I was so depressed because my personal escapism was making me feel worse.

My depression has gotten better since then, but I still get very uncomfortable with the word "twink" being applied to not just neil, but now any queer man, especially when not said by someone mlm.

Okay I'm gonna stop here lol this was a longer ramble than planned. Ah. Don't cancel me don't twist my words I swear I don't care what others do this is just my observations

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #the foxhole court #tfc #andreil #fandom politics #ask #mailob #fandom psychology

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limeade-l3sbian · 2 years ago

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I wasn't interested in having sex with her because I was currently dating a man who I also loved and I didn't want to cheat. he said he was fine with us sharing a bed and kissing, but I knew he wouldn't be fine if I slept with her. I was in a very vulnerable place because I had just left abusive parents and I really needed someone, but I didn't want to cross that line.

'kay, I don't wanna be an asshole anon but it sounds like you were using her. That doesn't negate her own shit, don't get me wrong, but if you're just messing around with this woman knowing it wouldn't go anywhere while you have a whole man you are actively in a real relationship with then I can't even pretend to rationalize how that sounds.

I'm sorry about the situation with your parents but that doesn't really excuse using this woman to fill what was missing. If you said you became obsessed with her and would kiss and sleep in the same bed but it wouldn't go anywhere and you didn't want it to, it sounds really fetish-y. Like you and your boyfriend were getting something out of knowing you were with this woman. She was wrong to force herself on you, regardless. But I'm gonna need you to know that the way you went about things was wrong too.

If this was a one time thing where you were just fooling around and you've never felt anything for another woman before or since, then it sounds like you're straight and just wanted to experiment.

Edit: meant, bi. Got the woman here mixed up with another post.

#ask

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icollectyoursins · 4 years ago

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Ecto/Slime!Kakyoin x Fem!Reader

@themainheroinechan asked: “I’m in the mood for Kakyoin and tentacles so Ecto Slime/ Ecto Gell Monster!Kakyoin? Like always, Spicy”

I’m always a slut for tentacles, so this was a delight to write. At first I was like, yeah, tentacles! Easy. And then I was like... what if... eggs?? So, this kind of went “off the rails.”

A walk through the swamp would have been a great idea... if you hadn’t accidentally ran into a very horny (albeit gentle) swamp uh- creature. The being explained that it needed some help uhmmm-delivering it’s eggs which you hesitantly agreed to, but honestly, it wasn’t the weirdest thing you had agreed to! But, then things got a little out of hand and now... you’re kind of stuck.

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: Making out, light nipple play, slime tentacles, breeding (eggs), ovipositor (the thing the eggs come out of/ the act of laying eggs in someone or something (in terms of the fetish)), light dub-con at the end kinda?, I guess this also counts as pregnancy kink... oops, goo used to keep the eggs in.

Word Count: 2,280

Stuck Between a Rock and a Gooey Place

A hushed whimper fell from your lips as a soft and surprisingly sturdy hand wrapped itself around your own, pulling you towards the slime-creature. Kakyoin smiled sweetly at you, silently reassuring you while you stepping into his green puddle. Your clothes had already been discarded, neatly set in a pile on a rock near by.

He brought you closer, holding you in his arms while he gently kissed across your collar bones and shoulders. A warm, tingling feeling sprawled across your body leaving you wanting more. You cupped your hand around his face before bringing it to yours, kissing him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he leaned in more. Whatever you were feeling was amplified ten-fold for him.

It felt as though everything was lit on fire; a full body burn and you were the aloe. It took everything in him to not hurt you or push you down, sticking you in his goo, then filling you. That wasn’t what you agreed on. You said you would help and he was more than grateful for that, but the more you kissed him; the more your hands explored his body the less control he had.

Kakyoin felt himself deepening the kiss, though he wasn’t entirely sure he was the one in control. A hand came up to cup your breast, smoothly rolling a thumb over your nipple. You let out a mix between a gasp and a moan which sent a shiver down his spine. His lips fell on your neck again, lightly sucking a bruise into it. This time, your moan was more confident; louder.

His eggs churned within him. He couldn’t resist anymore, every fibre of his being was urging him to mate you. He’d be gentle, of course. Why would he want to hurt the mother of his children?

“Please,” he begged, soft, gooey body melting into you, “I need to-”

His sentence was cut off by a whine as you wrapped your hand around his member, leaning back into his puddle and spreading yourself for him. You were like a delicious buffet laid out before him, begging to be devoured, hand slowly pumping his length. He was on you instantly, kissing and sucking where ever he could, lips wrapping around each of your nipples before returning to your own.

Kakyoin wasted no time lining his length with your entrance, spreading his warm, lubricating across your folds before teasing his tip against you. You removed your hand, wrapping your arms around his neck instead, lightly running your fingers through his “hair” (you weren’t quite sure what he would call it, but it looked and acted like hair). Your cunt began to tingle from the liquid he had spread on you, sending messages of lust straight to your head.

You broke the kiss, looking down to where the two of you were almost connected. His cock was different than any you had ever seen before. It was long and ribbed with a larger-than-normal opening at the end where it tapered. It seemed to ooze a sticky substance which you assumed was the same stuff he rubbed on you. He followed your gaze, breath hot on your face.

“Do you like what you see?” He whispered. You bit your lip, nodding. The “cock” twitched against you. “Good.” He breathed, capturing your lips again. The goo-puddle around you seemed to get warmer as you felt it writhe beneath you. You would have cared if you had been in any other scenario; with anyone other person, but you didn’t care. Something wrapped around your legs, pulling them open more while his hand came to your breast.

“Don’t move,” Kakyoin said, pulling away. His brushed over your lips with his free hand, eyes full of love and devotion. “I’ll try to go slow, but...” he trailed off, suddenly becoming concerned, “tell me if you feel any pain, I have something that can help with that.”

You nodded, though you were a little confused. He let out a desperate sigh before his hands braced themselves on either side of you, hair dangling in your face enough to tickle your nose. You giggled, blowing it out of the way playfully, then you brushed it to the side, hands tangling themselves in his hair again. It was that moment that he knew, really knew you were perfect. A picture of you curled in his arms, round with his spawn danced through his mind.

Perfect.

Carefully, he started pressing his length into you, whispering praises as you writhed under him. You had little movement, but still couldn’t help twisting, trying to get used to the slow feeling of his cock filling you to the brim. A heavenly cry left your lips when his tip pushed against your walls, unable to go any further.

As he pulled out a warm, slimy tentacle not unlike the ones around your legs wrapped around your breasts, teasing your pert nipples and squeezing gently. He was almost completely out when he dove himself back in, still careful but faster than the first time. Gradually, he worked his hips to a pace you could both enjoy, moans filling the air.

He attached himself to your neck again, leaving more delicate bruises. Kakyoin willed his puddle to push you into him. There wasn’t an inch of space between you as he gyrated into you. He could feel his eggs turning, slowly making their way towards his ovipositor. And you, with the combined feeling of his tentacles on your breasts, his length sliding against your walls and the tingling substance on your pussy, were also getting close.

Your head tossed back, crying out his name, fingers gripping his hair now. He groaned at the sound of his name on your lips.

“Do that again,” he grunted out. You did, deliberately this time, drawing it out oh, so sweetly. Over and over you called out his name, your release quickly approaching. “That’s it, you’re doing so well. Just a little more. Shhh, don’t worry. It’ll all be worth it.” He whispered in your ear and you were done.

You arched your back, screaming through your orgasm that left your vision white. Kakyoin moaned with you, burying himself deep inside you. You felt a warm, pleasant burn fill your cunt, leaving a delicious numbing sensation in your core. His arms wrapped around you, his body almost melting into your again. He whimpered and moaned desperately in your ear. That’s when you felt something large pushing against your entrance; something from within his phallus.

Eyes grew wide as the round thing stretched you, slowly falling down his length before settling in your gut. You let out a scream, suddenly thrashing in his grasp. Instantly, he began to soothe you, kissing your cheek while petting your hair.

“Shhh, shhh. It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re safe; don’t worry.” He was surprised he was able to form complete sentences. Another moan ripped through both of you as a second egg made its way into you. Tears fell from the corners of your eyes which he gentle swept away with a thumb. “Does it hurt?” You nodded frantically, nails digging into his shoulders. He kissed you while one of his hands moved down to where the eggs rested, massaging soothing circles into your muscles. A third one came as he spoke again.

“It’s ooooohhhkaayy~ uunnhh. Does-ah! Does this heeelppp!” He was panting by the time it got all the way through. That one was bigger than he expected. You were still crying, visibly uncomfortable. In the short amount of time he had, he brought one of his tentacles out of the puddle. “Open your mouth, sweetheart, please. It’ll help.” Kakyoin’s hands came up to cup your face, thumb brushing against your lips while gently easing them open. You saw the tentacle out the corner of your eye and began to struggle.

Another egg threatened to stretch your poor entrance again. He tried his best, but couldn’t hold it back, all he could do was try to soothe you. Your cheeks were littered with soft kisses while you screamed. The round thing rolled almost down to his tip, but then got stuck. While your mouth was open, he ceased his opportunity, shoving the tentacle into it. The end of it grazed your throat as you let out muffled sounds on pain. Suddenly, your mouth began to fill with a warm liquid. He held your face as you choked on it.

“Swallow, (Y/N), please. It will help, I promise.” He was practically begging as tears threatened to fall from his eyes. Seeing you in pain combined with the egg being stuck was overwhelming for him. Soon, though, you were forced to swallow the liquid, favouring air over suffocation. It warmed your whole body as it quickly made its way to your stomach.

Thankfully, the pain started to subside, a numbing sensation flooded over you. While he was thankful, he could feel what would be the fifth egg now making it’s way to his canal. It was going to get stuck, he knew it. Removing the tentacle from your mouth, he spoke again.

“Good, good. I’m sorry that made you hurt, it’ll be better now. Shhh. Just relax.” Kakyoin wrapped all of his goo around you this time, the puddle cradling you in warmth. Another kiss was placed on your forehead. “There’s more, but this one is going to feel un~aaah-” it was coming, tumbling down towards you. “This one is going to be-mm! Uncomfortable, I’m sorry, but ~Aaaah~ we’re almost done, just relaaAAX!”

The egg pushed through your entrance quickly, predictably getting caught against the other one. You whimpered, pressing your head into the walls of the puddle that cradled you. He panted, breath hot against your face. Carefully, he squeezed, trying to push it through to your womb. They moved a little, but not enough. Panic started to settle in his stomach. He buried his face into your neck, whimpering into your skin.

Tired, you reached up to run your fingers through his hair. Whatever you had swallowed was now in full swing, relaxing you to the point of wanting to sleep. He sighed, thankful for the gesture, then tried again, pushing then letting go of the tension until he felt another one push itself through him. Kakyoin mumbled an “I’m sorry” that you didn’t quite catch.

A sixth egg rolled through both of you, knocking into the last one to get stuck, this sent the one closest to his tip shooting through to your womb, stretching you more. The other two followed suit, relieving him of the discomfort from being backed up. The two of you sighed gratefully, but there were still more.

Pleasure started to come back as the seventh made its way to your womb. You arched your back, moaning at the stimulation of the round thing sliding through you. Kakyoin pushed himself up, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips.

“One more, I think. Just one more.” He was exhausted, panting heavily. In a moment of bravery you looked down at your belly, his eyes followed you. You looked about four or five months pregnant, round and plump. A new light was ignited in him. Lips crashed into yours as one of his hands pressed into your stomach again. Fuck, the two of you thought, you looked really good.

Another round egg tucked itself into you and you found yourself getting hot with pleasure again. You hoped there was one more, just one more to bring you to orgasm and then that was it. Your partner moaned again, face scrunching up in discomfort. He looked at your with sorry eyes. His hips rolled into you again, whole body tightening as what you assumed was another unexpected egg plunged through him.

“It’s-ah, hah,” he panted, “issa’nother biggg-one.” His words were slurred with exhaustion. A high, broken moan tore its way though him as it rolled down to your stretched cunt. You felt it against your lips. This was probably the biggest one yet. You screamed with him as it forced its way to your womb slowly. Both of you silently prayed it wouldn’t get stuck again.

Kakyoin’s vision went white as it got caught on his tip. You squeezed around him, testing to see if it would help and by god, did it! He mewled when your walls contracted around him gently, but with just enough force to send the egg surging into you. Your voice cracked as you came again, eyes rolling into the back of your head before falling limp in his arms.

The two of you panted, holding each other close. Eventually he leaned back as you set yourself up onto your elbows. You now looked six months pregnant, stomach distending with his spawn. Slowly, he pulled himself out, tentacles uncurling themselves from your legs at the same time. You felt a small squirt against your folds when he was out completely.

“Apologies,” he said. “Our species does that to keep them in until...” his eyes flicked up to yours playfully, chuckling softly. “You get the gist. Now, lets get you home so I can do something about these.”

His hands brushed over the bruises on your body. You sleepily hummed in agreement, trying to roll yourself onto your feet, but your distended stomach made it difficult. He happily helped you, recalling his goo to form clothing and legs. Gentle hands dressed you, though, your pants didn’t quite fit like they used to. Kakyoin chuckled at how your clothes refused to cover your stomach.

You grabbed his hand, happily following him through the brush and trees to his home.

#now this! this was a good one #a very good bit a writing if i do say so myself #kakyoin noriaki #kakyoin noriaki n/s/f/w #noriaki kakyoin x reader not sfw #noriaki kakyoin x reader n/s/f/w #noriaki kakyoin x reader n/sfw #kakyoin noriaki not sfw #kakyoin noriaki x reader #kakyoin noriaki x reader n/s/f/w #noriaki kakyoin not sfw #noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin prompts #monster prompts #not sfw

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theyanderespecialist · 4 years ago

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MY Winters: Various Yandere Resident Evil 8 X OC Female Ethan (Story Teaser/First Chapter)

Marie Winters, she will do anything for family even make deals with people in obsessive love with her. Anything to get her daughter back.

[Side Note this starts right when Heisenberg catches you this was originally going to be a mini series in the horror and slasher one shot series but it became a story so please enjoy

WARNING This has a LOT MORE SEX And Sexual tension in it!]

Wattpad:

https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/270098192-my-winters-various-yandere-resident-evil-8-x-oc

Quotev:

https://www.quotev.com/story/13860317/MY-Winters-Various-Yandere-Resident-Evil-8-X-OC-Female-Ethan

Heisenberg's Deal

This was going to be a mini series and now it is a full fledged story elsewhere and this will just be the first chapter posted here as a teaser. Stay sexy and please enjoy!]

(no one's pov)

"Fucking creatures.. fucking people, I said don't go back and what does she do? She goes back. Why won't people listen? Why?" Marie muttered to herself, angry but also saddened she failed those people. "..Rose... I'm coming for you.. I promise I won't ever let you out of my sight again.." Marie muttered as she went into the mine, wrapping her hand around a lever..and pulling as she stopped and realized it was too heavy for one hand as she had to wrap two of them, still nothing.

"....you're fucking- god damn it, how am I still alive?" She mutter as she was about to put all her weight in, as she jumped causing it to go down a bit as she groaned before she felt eyes on her.

(wow Marie is..Jesus Christ. Yeah let's hope he didn't see that, I mean Christ embarrassing)

(XD Yup)

"Well well look at you." She hears someone say and she jumps up.

She didn't know what to say, she just stared as he walked out of the shadows.

"I didn't think anyone was left, you must be pretty tough huh?" He asked tossing a cigarette to the ground as metal floated around him.

"Wh-Who are you?" She asked.

(Oh what's that? French? Forigen, exotic woman fetish xD jk

(No wait (SNIFFF SNIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF SNNNNNNIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF) I smell the accent fetish in this man XD He love the french ladies~~~)

He paused then smiled. "Your not a local, Mother Miranda is going love you." He says and knocks her out.

She fell, nearly hitting the ground if he didn't stop her, using the metal to act as handcuffs as he carried her out to the meeting, placing her on the ground as others looked at her.

"Well now..what do we have here?" "Found her in the mines." "Oh my, Marie Winters I see..the question is..what do we do with her." Mother Miranda spoke, but she already had plans.

"Oh give her to me mother..my daughters and I so do love to entertain foreigners.." a woman spoke looking at the girl as a doll checked her out as she let out a groan.

"j'ai mal à la tête.." (my head hurts

He shudder at that.

“She’s awake!!!” The doll cheers

This creature hobbled its way over to her, dripping some mucus on her dress, but was quickly pushed aside. "She's awake she's awake~! And I saw under her skirt--" "both of you shut the fuck up!" The man said

“Silence!” Mother Miranda says. “Since Heisenberg captured her he will decide her fate.”

"wh-what's happening? qui est Heisenberg?" She asked scared, now realizing she had no way to shoot or stab anything handcuffed like this.(Who is Heisenberg?)

Heisenberg stood up and picked up Marie over his shoulder. “See you al later.” He says

"where are you going?" Lady Dimitrescu asked as .other Miranda even looked confused. She was expecting him to try and kill her as a show and then have Marie escape only to then run into more danger and somehow survive that..but he just walked out on them.

(Meanwhile.)

"Let me go! Why won't you when answer me?! What are you going to do to me?!" She asked some anger, but once again, the main emotion was something else, this time, fear

“Pipe down.” He says. “We are almost there.”

"where?!" She asked as he didn't answer as she saw..was it a junk yard? No..the building behind was far to big to be a junk yard. He walked in as she still tried to get out as he stopped only just realizing she was moving.

"If you're going to kill me then just kill me! Otherwise let me get my daughter!"

(Oh you know if she doesn't virgin and the mold changes her body to regenerate..then she may constantly be a virgin, in the sense of a hymen, but she's not a virgin in the true sense Because say it with me Hymens do not mean virgin. To me virginity is the first CONSENSUAL sexual penetration. )

(Amen! Even if the hymen tears it does not mean you had your first time! )

“I will let you do that. After I make you mine that is.” He says and carries her to a bedroom.

Well...it was a bedroom, it was the cleanest one...meaning it had been dusted in the last week and the sheets were washed..2 weeks ago.

"Wh-What the fuck does that mean?!" She snapped.

“I think you know dear.” He says

She looked confused before it sunk in when he placed her down, putting the hammer down, making sure she would see it, as a deterrent for running.

"W-Wait no no no no no, no that- I'm just here for my daughter." She said looking up at him scared.

(Heisenberg pov) (Yas Metal daddy

"God I am not going force you." I say sitting next to her and taking my work boots off. "I am going make you a deal and tell you what is going on."

She looked at me. "Y-Your not going force me?" She asks.

"Hell no!" I say. "I may be a shit man but I DO NOT Rape."

She seemed to relax a bit and I take off my hat and push back my hair.

(Okay can I be real for a minutes yeah Heisenberg is not the best guy and will kill someone in his way but I do not see him even as a yandere the type to rape or even force a kiss most of the time. Yeah if he looses his temper he may swat at you hard with his hammer but if it was someone he truly loved I think he would regret it terribly. So he is most likely going to manipulate Marie into sex but he will hold up his end of the deal.)

(Yup definitely, to him it's a show, but it's no fun if the other person isn't enjoying it. And yeah one hit from that hammer and broken ribs)

((Yeah he of course regret it but he still got his issues but he will be the one to nurse you back to health and I also see him the type to work on his anger issues like the next time he gets angry again he punches the wall instead and storms out taking it out on anything else but his darling. like he learned his lesson and now he is trying this guy is one of the better yanderes to have really)

"look, I've been stuck with that bitch Miranda for almost a damn Century. You have any idea how HUMILIATING and DEGRADING it is to be treated like a servant- but I knew, I knew something was up, I'll make you a deal...you act like..let's say a caretaker of this factory, and..in about let's say 1 month we'll see how we are doing. There's a ritual taking place, 6 months from now that involves Rose. You take care of this place..and I'll let you leave and even help you on the way. Deal?" She looked at me.

"O-Okay..."

“Just so you don’t run off we will sleep in the same bed. Don’t worry clothes on you under the covers me on top of them, pillows acting like the Berlin Wall.” I tell her and she nods.

I start to show her around and have one month for her to fall in love with me. Or I am fucked.

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kylosupremeimagines · 4 years ago

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Charlie Barber NSFW A-Z

(Special thanks to @driversmutbucket for lending me a helping hand with this! I think that the things we did with this turned out great, especially what they wrote!)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Charlie loves to bask in post-orgasm bliss with you. Just laying together silently, drawing soft patterns on your skin. If it isn’t in the bedroom/home (which sometimes it certainly isn’t), a post-shag cigarette (a social smoker only since Henry was born) or drink at a bar where he can hold your hand and whisper sweet sentiments in your ear.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Charlie is a breast man. He loves grazing his fingers over your clothed breasts discreetly in public. He loves coming up behind you at home and creeping his hands up your top and just cupping them. When you sleep he will spoon you and cradle your tit. When you have sex his mouth and hands are all over them, kneading, sucking, squeezing and flicking your nipples. He will run his cock over them and between them - almost cumming on the spot if you let him titty fuck you. Charlie doesn’t look in the mirror often, he isn’t egotistical about his looks. His favorite body parts of his own are his hands, how big they look against yours, how one splayed covers a lot of your stomach or your ass. How much of your breast he can fit into his grasp. He is very visual, after all.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) Charlie prefers his cum inside you, your mouth, your pussy, your ass, he doesn’t care. But he prefers not to cum on you, or on himself. A neat and tidy person by nature, this extends to his bedroom preferences, having to clean up cum ruins the post-orgasmic bliss.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He would love to have another woman join you in the bedroom but doesn’t know how to ask, just yet. It’s a matter of time before you come across his pornhub history and figure it out. Maybe he will just leave it up purposely for you to find... E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) As much as any typical guy in their mid-30s. He certainly gained experience when he studied performing arts, before meeting his ex-wife. He knows what he is doing, his confidence growing when you give him feedback. F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) Any position where he can get his hands, or mouth on your breasts. Particularly fond of any variation of cowgirl, on the bed, sofa, chair, floor… G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) It can go either way with Charlie, sometimes you’ll laugh and giggle like teenagers, especially if fooling around in a public or semi-public place. Other times Charlie can be very serious, whispering sweet declarations of love and affection.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) Trimmed, neat and tidy, no fro’s to be found here. I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) For the latter years of his marriage, he felt as if his sex life was lacking, and since then he didn’t get much action as he prefers not to have one night stands with people he doesn’t know. But when he gets to know you enough and grows close to you, as soon as you get involved with one another, he’s going to treat you as perfectly as he can. Charlie will fulfill your every sexual need and desire, making sure that you’re as pleased as can be.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) Charlie had to rely on masturbation for a while, seeing as how Nicole barely - if at all - satisfied him for about a year before the divorce started. And as soon as it did, he couldn’t really rely on others doing it for him. Thus he resorted to masturbation. He’d mostly do it when Henry isn’t with him at his apartment, and will get really into it. Why not treat yourself right? He’d do everything to get into the mood, such as turn down the lights and put on some of his favorite porn. As he’s actually doing it, it’ll pretty much be what you expect.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) Charlie isn’t heavily into any kinks in particular but is partial to switching, age play, light BDSM and breeding kink.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) Not that he’s too mum of a traditionalist, but Charlie prefers to have sex in his bed, or somewhere around the house when Henry isn’t around. It allows for privacy so that you can get as wild as you want, and there’s no risk of anyone walking in on you. M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) You caring for and nurturing his son, Henry, does things for him. Parenting is important to Charlie because his own parents were absent and problematic. When you treat Henry like your own, it makes Charlie want to rip your clothes off and show you how much he appreciates you. Not to mention knock you up with your own baby.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He would despise someone who is too self centered and mostly cares about their own sexual needs, and not his own as well. He thinks it’s only fair to be concerned with what you both want. With that being said, he also doesn’t like when his partner is too demanding of him. Of course he wouldn’t mind if you get a bit dominant, but if you don’t let him have any say from time to time, that’s when he’s going to be turned off. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Oh boy, Charlie loves receiving oral,especially with its unexpected and you suddenly are on your knees and pulling at the waistband of his trousers. He also loves eating you out, how his whole mouth can fit over your vulva and your reactions to his tongue. He is skilled at oral sex, especially once he learns what you like. P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) It all really depends on the mood. Sometimes he will be on the slower side when he just wants to show his love for you. He will cherish every second, being more romantic than usual. Other times when you both really just need it, he will be fast and rough enough to leave you sore in the morning. However, most of the time it will be a good mixture of both.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) Sometimes you’ve just got to settle with a quickie. When it’s needed while either of you are in a rush, then he’s more than happy to do one with you. Even if it’s just quick, he’s still going to be doing wonders to you that will have you wanting more. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) After spending the majority of the few years before meeting you in a rocky, mostly sexless marriage, Charlie was making up for it now. Role playing, different fetishes - he would try it, if it wasn’t for you, you would usually fall in a pile in raptures of laughter (like the time you tried to play teacher/student and you couldn’t keep a straight face when you forgot basic times tables). S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) If Charlie is really into it, then he could go on for a while, no matter how many rounds you want to go for. His desire to satisfy you is more than enough to keep him going in bed. T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Charlie doesn’t really like to use toys on himself, because he can handle good old masturbation when it’s just him. However, when it comes to you, if you have any toys of your own, then he’s more than happy to use them on you. If it’s something common like a dildo or vibrator, he probably would know how to use it. If it’s something a little less common, then he may need you to explain how you like it to be used on you. But no worries, in no time he would be able to get the hang of it! U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He’s teased his son for years to entertain him when things got boring or he wanted to make him laugh, but he can translate that into sexual teasing for you. He won’t ever become too overbearing with it to the point it turns you off. While out in public, he may whisper things to get you in the mood for sex later back at him. Or he’ll teasingly make you wait for intimacy to see how long it takes for you to cave in for it. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) When Henry is home, of course he’s going to try to be quiet as to not lead the boy to figure out what’s going on. But when it’s just you two in the apartment, he isn't’t going to hold back. Charlie will moan with every little pleasure, signifying that he’s enjoying what’s happening. He’ll also grunt while he’s the one pumping in and out of you. He’ll also say things such as “you like that?” in a low voice, just barely loud enough for you to hear. W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) At first, he was worried that he would not be good enough in bed since nicole was the last one that he was intimate with, and it wasn’t the best in his last year of marriage. He was self conscious at first but after the beginning of your sexual relationship, he got right back into it and was more than confident with pleasuring you beyond belief. X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) He is l o n g. Uncircumcised. To be honest he has a really pretty dick, never had you found a penis so blimmin’ appealing. He is the first person you have slept with who has been able to hit that sweet spot. You tell him that all the time, usually in between moans. Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Especially after the time he had been without much sex during the last year of his marraige as well as until he got together with you, he’s going to havea pretty high sex drive for a while. He won’t get too crazy and demand it, but you’ll be having sex at least a few times a week if you can manage it; and boy would it be so worth it to be intimate with him.Z =

ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) After Charlie has satisfied you enough, he will want to hold you close and take in the soft moment after having gone full in with sex. Content himself, he will end up falling asleep as long as you’re in bed together, knowing how well things went.

#Charlie Barber #Charlie Barber Headcanons #Charlie Barber Reader Inserts #Charlie Barber X Reader #Adam Driver

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nikxation · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Interview

I was tagged by @endae <3 I throw this under a Read More since it's a little long.

How many works do you have on AO3?

23 (wow that's so much more than I had thought)

What’s your total word count on AO3

215,893 jesus fucking c-

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Marvel, Miraculous Ladybug, Gravity Falls, Danny Phantom, Star Wars So 5. 5 fandoms

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Top to Bottom: Premiere Night With a Large Popcorn and a Side of Eye-Rolling (Miraculous Ladybug), Tactility (Star Wars/Mandalorian), Tell Him (Gravity Falls), A Matter of Time (Gravity Falls), Catharsis (Gravity Falls).

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to. I think I've only ever not responded to a couple comments, and that's because they either 1) came from a non-registered user, so I knew they wouldn't see my response, or 2) it was just a "Kudos" comment or something along those lines that I appreciated but maybe didn't have the time or drive to respond to. But all comments are appreciated, and I do respond to the majority of them. I like engaging with my readers and letting them know I appreciate them sharing their thoughts about my work.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I mean I straight-up kill Stan in Their End, so that'd probably be up there for that reason. But I still think Tell Him had a certain level of foreboding to it that made it pretty angsty (and as popular as it apparently was).

Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever written?

I don't write crossovers, haven't really found a plot for one that's excited me yet.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I... don't think so... Not that I can think of right off the bat.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have not, but I am... not as opposed to it as I used to be. I still don't think I ever will, but I blame my current affinity for pretty helmeted Star Wars men for the fact that I'm not vehemently opposed anymore. But again, not sure I ever would, but will clarify that if I ever wrote it, it would not be posted through this blog/account because this blog is non-explicit, I would make a side account for it.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah! DaraDjinn (don't know why Tumblr isn't letting me tag her) translated a couple of my GF fics to French a while back! Catharsis, Scars, and I Dreamt of Fire! Was super psyched when she asked me if she could do it!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I'm not very big on ships at the moment (aside from reader insert stuff, obviously, haha), but way back in the day, I really liked FrostIron (Loki x Tony Stark). It was one hell of a dynamic and really popular. Stucky (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes) was a close second.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I'm not gonna say A Matter of Time, I'm not gonna say it and put those words out into the ether because I want to finish it I'm just trapped in Star Wars hell right now, but I'm also well aware of what happens when I latch onto a new hyperfixation, I can't maintain two of them, and I hate that because I really wanna finish AMoT and I know there are a lot of you out there that want me to finish it tooooooooo.

What are your writing strengths?

The two things people compliment me on all the time are the flow of my writing and my characterization. I personally love my writing flow, so I'm super glad when other people seem to like it too. When it comes to writing in-character, it's always a big fear of mine, but then I get comments of people gushing over how in-character things are, so that's reassuring and validating af.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I have one hell of a time with anything action-y (which is why... I don't write it a lot, haha). Fast-paced motion is really hard for me to nail down, especially when I like to hammer down details, so the necessity to get through things fast while still maintaining a clear picture of what's happening??? Difficult af.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it completely depends on the situation, both in the fic and in real life. With respect to the fic, if you're writing dialogue in another language, it better be 100% in-character and not awkward. Like, too often you see people dropping in other languages either to use as petnames or to have a "oh oops sorry I accidentally switched languages" which gets... very near that unrealistic trope and can sometimes even come across as fetishizing??? So, like, it better be in-character and within reason. Bear in mind that if you're writing in another language, you better have a translation readily accessible, probably in notes (which, is still annoying because either you have to scroll down to see what they said, or you have to just keep reading not knowing... which, if you're not supposed to know, then alright I guess, but if it's a full conversation that you're supposed to be in-the-know on, it's annoying). With respect to your real-life situation, if it's a language you are personally not fluent in, you better be finding someone who is to run things by them. You can really ostracize your readers and take them out of your story if they speak the language and you say something taboo or blatantly incorrect because you just used Google translate. So, have someone who knows the language double-check your stuff, make sure it all reads correctly. TL;DR: Be tasteful and smart if you really feel the need to do it. Remember you're putting more work on the readers, so it better be worth it. And make sure you have someone check your work if you're not fluent in the language.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Pokemon, back in like 3rd or 4th grade.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I'm still proud of Catharsis, it was my first real delve into very introspective writing and flow, and it's a way of writing that I really enjoy slipping into every once in a while now. Also a lot of really nice descriptions and metaphors and motifs that I'm still very happy with to this day. More recently, I'm proud of Tactility, more for what it did for me rather than the fic itself. Well, I mean, I'm proud of the fic, it was my first delve into the Mando fandom and it got a lot of positive reception, it was exactly what I wanted it to be and came out exactly how I wanted it, especially in the short timeframe that I wrote it. But I'm just... very happy that I did it because writing reader inserts always felt very taboo for me. I've actually written a few before, all of them PG and very tame for different fandoms, but I've always just been... too nervous to post them? And this was the first one I actually felt comfortable posting and wanted to put out there, and it sort-of let me feel more comfortable with it and encouraged me to keep doing it, which I'm happy about because writing reader insert fics is so fun and I'm glad I feel comfortable enough to enjoy it openly now.

Uhhh I'll tag @bunniesofsteel @anistarrose @3hobbitsinatrenchcoat and anyone else who wants to do it, you can say I tagged you :)

#thanks for the tag rin #this one kinda made me think a little bit not gonna lie #tag games

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.88

Keith was blushing, Lance couldn’t even look at the sign in the window. Together they were standing in front of an adult toy store both feeling out of their depth. It was a moment they needed Curtis. Really, at their age, this shouldn’t be as embarrassing as it was. They could have opted for online shopping with Platt being relatively quick, but without an address to post to, they’d have had to go to the store collect as it was. Holding Keith’s hand, his boyfriend squeezed it firmly

“We don’t have to go in there... I still have the things Lotor used when Shiro and I had to play pets”

Lance shook his head, kind of jealous that Lotor had portrayed Keith as his pet, and very much annoyed that Keith hadn’t had much choice in the matter

“Lotor is a dick. I want whatever we pick out to be comfortable for you, and something that you’re okay with”

“I’m okay with it if it’s with you”

“I know he said I needed someone with me, but if you’re not comfortable, then I don’t want to force you”

“Babe, it’s okay...”

They fell back into silence staring at the door, Lance giving a frustrated groan

“Why is this so hard?”

“Because neither of us have much experience?”

“But they’re just toys... adult toys... God, I feel like such a wuss”

“I’m nervous too... let’s just do this?”

Lance liked the sex they had... He liked it because he felt physically connected with Keith. Keith always took care of him, sometimes a little eager but meaning well

“Yeah... maybe it won’t be so bad?”

Heading into the store, Lance didn’t know where to look. Lingerie clad mannequins made him blush. Did Keith like lingerie? Would Keith like him in lingerie? He was guy... but some of the stuff wasn’t so bad... or as bad as he thought

“Have you thought about what you’re going to wear?”

Lance jumped as if he’d been sprung

“Not really. I don’t know how not to look like me”

“I like the way you look... Babe, you can tell me so shut up, but does your scent really smell that different from a normal vampire?”

Lance nodded. He wasn’t offended by Keith asking. His boyfriend just wanted to understand

“Yeah. I mean, they’ll be able to tell I’m not your average vampire. I guess it’s kind of like maybe going from smelling garlic bread to open the bag and finding apple scrolls. Some might even react... That’s why they want me to choose what I wear carefully. Maybe I should get a wig?”

Walking past a second mannequin, Keith drew his brow. Fingers brushing over the red lace of the bra. Red was Keith’s colour. His boyfriend looked good in red... He couldn’t picture Keith in lingerie

“You could dress like a girl? Is that a thing? I don’t know how vampire society works here... but if they think you’re a girl, they won’t be looking for you when you’re a guy again”

Lance frowned

“I won’t look stupid?”

Keith awkwardly scratched the back of his head. They were as bad as each other...

“Nah... I mean, it was an idea. I don’t know... I don’t know what’s okay”

And Lance did? He hated the vampire community as a general rule

“I don’t know either. I mean, I’m on the outside... Maybe we can choose your clothes and work what I’m wearing to match you?”

Keith grumbled bitterly

“I fucking hate clothes shopping”

“I know, babe. That’s why I want you to find something you like as a well as something suitable. I know that you need to have a collar so I want to find one that’s padded so it doesn’t hurt your neck”

“Lotor had a leather one”

Lance felt a flash of ego. A nasty unwanted bubble of jealousy that Lotor had “owned” Keith for a night. Jamming his hands in his pockets, Lance started walking down the first isle, realising his mistake when he eyed the biggest plastic dick he’d ever seen in his life. Jerking back, he was kind of curious and clenching tightly at the same time. How anyone fitted that up anywhere was a mystery

“Babe?”

“I can’t take my eyes off it”

Pouting out the dong in question, Keith asked the same thing he’d been thinking

“How does that even work?”

With a lot of lube and a lot praying?

“I don’t know... Look how veiny it is”

“The testicles are weird”

“I’m glad Curtis didn’t bring home something like that”

“Do you want something like that?”

Lance spluttered, choking on air

“What?!”

Keith blushed beat red, crossing his arms defensively

“For your heat. I don’t know. I don’t know anything about this stuff!”

“I... you... do you want me to buy something like this?”

He thought their sex life was fine?

“I mean for when I’m not there and you need to... you know...”

“Do... I... should I?”

They weren’t made for this. Defeated by a row of rubber dongs

“I don’t know. I don’t want you to be in pain if I can’t be with you”

Lance wasn’t sure he knew what to do if he was left alone to do that

“I... would it be weird?”

Keith shifted his weight

“Lots of people use them... I don’t know”

“I don’t know either...”

“Do you... want to get something? We don’t have to use it if you don’t want... but... Why is this so embarrassing?”

“Because we’re new to this sex thing?”

“Yeah... maybe...”

Keith seemed deflated. He felt the same as boyfriend. He didn’t know if they were ready for that... He knew he didn’t want to use what Curtis bought him...

“Keith, do you want to try something like this?”

“I don’t know... you’re really hot when you’re into it”

“I’m into it when I’m with you, because it’s with you. We could um... start with something simple?”

“Like what?”

How was he supposed to know? Keith had probably watched more porn than Lance had...

“I don’t know... if there’s anything you want to try, I’m nervous, but we can figure it out together?”

“Where do we start?”

Lance looked around, feeling intimidated

“Lingerie? Do you like lingerie?”

“I never really thought about it...”

“I haven’t either... I don’t know what to find sexy... other than you... and I like you how you are”

Keith snorted, dropping his forehead against Lance’s shoulder

“We’re so fucking bad at this. Maybe we should wait? But I need condoms and lube for home”

Yeah. Most of their stuff was at Lance’s

“Mmm. That’s probably an idea... and if I’m dressing up as a girl, we need to figure out how that’s going to work”

Lance wasn’t committed to dressing as girl... He could... but kind of felt like he’d look stupid... though looking stupid was worth it if it meant protecting his friends... maybe his ego was being prissy?

“We should ask Allura what she thinks...”

“For now let’s find the collars... and see what we see on the way”

Condoms defeated Lance as much as the dongs had. Cock rings made him blush, though he knew Keith had two that he’d had his eye on. Vibrators had Keith curious, Lance suspecting one of them ended up in Keith’s basket. Butt plugs were unnecessarily fancy with their shining silverness and big fake gems... yet again he had the feeling Keith had decided to get one... He was sure why though. Garrison usually had three different brands to choose from. He was happy with having only a few choices because they certainly didn’t have anything of this “ribbing”, “ultra naked”, “glow in the dark”, or “flavoured” business. They went on, did their job, and that was it. Now there was a whole walls worth of condom packaging and a wayward Keith who was supposed to be choosing lube. He wasn’t sure how to size Keith’s dick. Saying it was the perfect size for filling him didn’t exactly give an accurate description. Keith wasn’t small, but he wasn’t like super sized. He was good size. 6-7 inches and thicker than Lance’s. Casting a glance at his boyfriend Keith now had a basket, Lance not sure if he should worry for his arse or not. They’d found the collars, Lance choosing a red and black one with soft red padding on the inside that Keith felt comfortable with. The muzzle was a different task all together. There were all kinds of gags and fetish masks, finally they settled on a PVC mask that covered Keith’s mouth and came up in a Y around Keith’s nose. It strapped over Keith’s head, but was way better than something that might hurt his boyfriend to wear. Plus it had silver press studs and silver buckles so it could be adjusted. Keith wouldn’t drink anything while they were out, just to be on the safe side of things. The lead was a simple chain lead with a black leather handle. Probably below the vampires they’d come across, but he didn’t care.

Watching Keith grab a couple of different lubes, Lance felt his dick twitch, not that he was in the mood, he was now stuck wishing he knew what Keith had in mind for him, yet was kind of excited he didn’t know. Putting them in the basket, his boyfriend glanced around to make sure no one watching. No one was. The woman behind the counter was on her phone, not caring one bit about them. Wandering over to him, Keith had put the lube over the things at the bottom at the basket, Lance trying not to look lest his dick decide to pop up like a pervert

“Did you pick anything out?”

“This isn’t like Garrison, there’s too many choices”

“Do we need fancy? I mean... if you want to try something else, I don’t mind”

“I... maybe? What do you think about ribbed?”

“I think we can try it and see how you feel? If you don’t like it you can use them so we don’t make a mess?”

That was very practical way of thinking about things. Keith wasn’t comfortable with bottoming. Lance would never push in his right state of mind

“Okay. So ribbed and normal?”

Keith grabbed a box of ribbed and two boxes of normal. Lance blushed from the top of his ears to the bottom of his feet, hardly acting cool and mature despite his 44 years

“I think we’ve got everything now. They’ve got coloured contacts here too... I should probably grab a set”

Lance didn’t like it, though Keith’s eyes were a very unique shade of purple. Keith titling his head as he read the expression on the vampire’s face

“What?”

“I just hate the idea of having to hide your eyes...”

“They stand out”

“They’re beautiful. I suppose you’re right, but I hate how un-you you have to be”

“Shiro and I have done contacts before. A couple of times we dressed him up and pretended he was the vampire”

“He doesn’t smell like one. How did that work?”

“We’re still here? Sometimes I think about the things we’ve done and I’m amazed we pulled them off”

That was right. Keith wasn’t a beginner in this business like Lance was. He’d led a completely different life

“I’ll follow your lead. Do you think I should change my eye colour too?”

He still needed a wig

“They’re really blue... maybe brown? I think they’ve got party lenses too”

“Yeah. We can take a look... is it bad that I’m relieved we found the shop the furthered away from where we live?”

“Not really... I’m kind of glad we don’t have to come back”

“Is that why you’ve got so much?”

“I didn’t think you’d want things sent to the house with Matt and Rieva there”

“That’s true. Did you see the werewolf vibes? I thought about getting one for Matt and throwing it at him next time he offers to help with my heat”

“Matt’s so fucking horny, he probably be into it”

“Rieva probably already owns a strap on to deal with him when he’s being moody”

Sharing an uncomfortable look, they both mutually decided silently not to go there, Keith asking

“Ready to go?”

Lance quick to agree

“Yep. I’ll pay. They can reimburse for the clothes... I don’t want the Blades knowing what we get up to”

Keith shook his head, looking at the full basket

“I’ll pay for this. I got carried away”

“I’ve got this. Consider it me apologising ahead of time for treating you like a pet”

And seeing most it would be used on him, he really should be the one paying

“You’re not treating me like a pet because you want to”

“That doesn’t make it okay”

“It’s for the mission”

It was because Lotor was a dick. Turning, Lance tried not to stare at the pocket pussy display. He was sure he didn’t want to fall down that rabbit hole... and why was that flesh light green, was that a thing? He was such a mental prude over all of this

“Let’s get out of here. Any more and I think I might die”

“All the more reason I should pay. I’ll meet you at the car”

They were supposed to look at the coloured contact lenses... Keith seemed to have forgotten in his hurry to hide his purchases

“I feel like you don’t want me to see what you got”

Keith was cute when he got flustered. The way his cheeks dusted red. The way he pouted, but only at the corner of his lips. The way he tried to stand a little taller as if pretending he wasn’t. Lance couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him on the cheek, Keith blushing harder at the display of affection. So cute...

“Okay. I’ll wait in the car, but don’t forget to get the contact lenses”

Keith opened and closed his mouth, Lance nudging him with his shoulder teasing his boyfriend a little more

“Don’t take too long... or I might be afraid you’ve had a better offer”

Something broke in Keith, his boyfriend very stiff as he moved towards the counter without replying. Lance suppressing a laugh. He had the most awkward boyfriend, and he really loved that about him.

Wiped out from their “adult store adventure”, Lance decided Keith needed a break from peopling. Ordering pizza online, his boyfriend had no idea what was happening as Lance parked in front of the pizza place. Heading in, he collected their order, with extra for Shiro and Curtis, plus extra again so they’d be able to have left overs the following day. Carrying out 8 pizzas, three garlic breads and two bottles of coke, Keith��s eyes went wide as Lance carried the lot over to the passenger side door

“Open up”

Opening the door, Lance dumped the pile into Keith’s lap

“What the hell? I thought we were going clothes shopping”

Keith made it hard to be spontaneous

“Just shut up and hold the pizza”

“What?”

Closing the passenger door, Lance jogged around to the driver’s side, happily climbing in and closing the door after

“Lance, why am I holding this much pizza?”

“Because I changed my mind. Clothes can wait, right now I want to go home and cuddle up with you”

Keith stared at him as if he’d grown a second head

“But we were supposed to go clothes shopping”

“And you don’t like shopping”

“We can’t blow off getting ready for the mission for pizza”

“One. Don’t insult pizza like that. Two. You’re worn out. I’m worn out. Those dongs are haunting me”

“We said we were getting clothes today”

Lance’s smile faded. He’d thought this was good plan... he’d messed up. He wanted to give Keith a break, but he’d read the situation wrong

“We’ll drop them off to Shiro, then go”

“That’s not what you were saying”

“No, but you want to go... so we can go”

“I don’t know why we need so many pizzas”

Because he’d wanted to go back to the apartment, put on a movie, then not have to move until necessary

“I got extra for Shiro and Curtis”

“There’s extra, then there’s 8 pizzas. You’re not feeding Matt and Rieva”

His heart flopped. He didn’t get why Keith was mad. He didn’t want to fight, but it hurt that Keith was acting like he hadn’t been thinking of him

“Whatever. Message Shiro and let him know”

“What do you mean “whatever”?”

“I mean it is what it is. Look, just message Shiro”

Keith sighed, the sound going right through him. How could get things so wrong? They’d both struggled looking at the range of sex toys available. Maybe Keith was mad he hadn’t been more receptive? He didn’t know how to have a boyfriend. He’d only ever had these feelings for Keith. He’d only ever had sex with Keith and sure the first couple of times were awkward but they’d figured things out together... This didn’t feel like Keith lashing out because he was flustered or embarrassed.

Lance’s mood only feel further as he drove back to near the apartment where Shiro and Curtis were waiting. Keith seemed to be messaging Shiro as Lance had driven. It was his fault for not acting like the mission was important. The Blades needed their outfits as soon as possible, he knew that, but would it have been so bad to take a break for both their sakes? As his eyes met Curtis’s, he knew Curtis saw too much of the mood he was trying to hide, quickly he turned from him, letting Keith grumble his heart out as the pair took the pile of food from Keith’s lap. Staying the night was looking less possible, despite the responsibilities he had waiting a home for him, he wanted to spend more time with Keith to come up with their own strategies and stuff.

Bidding goodbye to the pizza, Lance drove them across town to an upscale shopping centre that catered to the fancier part of Platt. He usually avoided it thanks to the fact he didn’t need fancy. Parking as close as he could get, the sounds immediately started getting to him. Rich people were so out of touch, it made him seem almost normal in comparison. Climbing out the car, the vampire double checked he had everything before walking towards the door, leaving Keith to catch up. If Keith had something he needed to work through, he’d wait until he had. What else could he do? They’d already spent time with Krolia and although dying to ask, he kept his mouth shut in respect. He was the one pouting so hard his bottom lip may as well be dragging, so he was the one who had to get over his mood.

Checking the shopping centre map for changes, Lance decided against following it. Sure, it’d be easier to simply go straight where they needed, but with some of the names these days they could be selling anything. Keith had his nose buried in his phone, Lance feeling pathetic that he was jealous Keith’s attention wasn’t on him. He did know one way to perk Keith up, there was a nice camera store on the second level, even a cranky Keith couldn’t say no to photography equipment. Lance had seen the dozens upon dozens of photos Keith had taken of Kosmo and the park when they’d gone as a group. He’d thought about taking Keith on a kind of tour of the city, yet it hadn’t eventuated yet. There were still plenty of places to visit, he’d just have to be patient and maybe kidnap Keith to the small city aquarium slash zoo... or save it for a surprise date... though Keith didn’t love surprises. As Lance started moving, Keith fell into step beside him... and that’d have to be good enough for now.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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crystaljins · 5 years ago

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Good riddance.

Characters: Jimin x Reader

Word count: 2k

Synopsis: Is it too much to ask for a normal rooommate?

Jimin x reader. Roomates-to-lovers

Notes: The first of my requests to celebrate reaching 1000 followers! This is dedicated to my beloved queenie who always leaves the sweetest asks for me! She requested “Jimin + moving in to an apartment/college!au style “ And this mess of a fic is what she got, unfortunately. I’m not too fond of it myself- I’m battling some mean writer’s block! But the concept is cute, at least.

Warnings: None

“Thank goodness.” Taehyung says warmly through a mouthful of freshly baked cookie. Jimin reaches for a cookie too, savouring the soft, dough-y texture and the richness of the slightly-melted chocolate chips. He closes his eyes in contentment for a long moment. “I’m so glad your crazy roommate finally moved out.”

“She wasn’t crazy.” He says with a sigh. The apartment is clean and smells of freshly baked cookies. He can hear his new roommate humming cheerfully in the next room. After baking some cookies, he had decided he’d do some cleaning. Because cleaning is apparently a hobby for Jimin’s new, eerily perfect roommate. Life is good. No, it’s great. He can’t remember the last time he had a peaceful afternoon like this. “She did move out really quickly, though.”

And he’s glad of it. Good riddance. It’s about time fate cut him some slack! He’s had a string of increasingly bad roommates over the past year and his most recent one was the worst of them. It all started a year ago, when he discovered his roommate of three years had been sleeping with his girlfriend for almost the entire time they had lived together. Needless to say, he had required a new roommate as soon as possible. He lived in a nice apartment but it definitely required a two-person income to meet the rent demands and he wasn’t going to live with that lying jerk a moment longer. Only, finding a new roommate was easier said than done.

The first of his bad string of roommates had been Toby. Toby had been nice enough at first. He never left dirty dishes in the sink and he always checked first with Jimin before using the washing machine to make sure Jimin didn’t need to use it too. He had paid his rent on time too, which had been the priority. Post-graduate students don’t make a lot of money and Jimin didn’t have any income to spare if his roommate was late on paying rent.

The problem with Toby was Toby’s girlfriend. She was a nice girl in small doses. She smiled a lot and always made small talk with Jimin on the awkward occasions he was alone in the living room with her. But she and Toby fought a lot. Which isn’t a huge problem- every relationship has their communication bumps and hardships. But their fights weren’t normal fights. They would scream at each other at weird hours of the night and one time Toby’s girlfriend had gotten so mad she had taken a plate and thrown it against the wall. It had shattered to the point that super glue could do nothing for the plate. And it was a nice plate too! It was part of the set Jimin’s mother bought for him when he first moved to the city for his studies. Needless to say, Jimin had requested that Toby find another place to stay the next morning.

Of course, Toby was sorely missed in comparison to his next roommate, Bertha. The problem with Bertha was that she had a cat. As a disclaimer, Jimin loves cats. He thinks they are sweet and he’s always wanted a cat of his own. But Bertha’s cat was no ordinary cat. No, it was a demon, summoned from hell with a fetish for human toes and a propensity for leaving poo nuggets in inconvenient areas. Cats are supposed to naturally use litter trays! Why the demonspawn, or Mittens, as Bertha fondly called him, reviled the litter tray so deeply is a mystery for the ages. Needless to say, Jimin had tolerated that for as long as he could. But then Mittens had decided he would take a nice bite of Jimin’s big toe while he was napping on the couch one day and Jimin had ended up in hospital. Who knew cat bites were so dangerous? Bertha had offered to move out straight away and had also paid for Jimin’s hospital bills as long as he didn’t make her put her beloved demonspawn to sleep. She hasn’t contacted him since.

He wishes he could say that Bertha was the worst of his roommates but she wasn’t. There was Michael, who had a creepy taxidermy obsession. And Angela, who only washed her hair during the full moon. He doesn’t even want to say what Seungmin was like. There had been no end in sight to his string of bad roommates.

Then you came along. You actually hadn’t undergone Jimin’s usual selection process, which was his first mistake. He had developed pretty strict selection criteria after suffering through so many bad roommates. But you had managed to bypass all of that thanks to your older brother Yoongi. Yoongi is a nice, calm guy. He has helped Jimin a lot in the past, especially during the cheating-girlfriend fiasco. So when Yoongi had mentioned that his younger sister was moving to the city after changing degrees, Jimin had been quick to offer up the extra room in his apartment. By that stage, he had seen the worst of the worst when it came to crazy roommates- there was no way someone related to Yoongi could be any worse than the nutcases he had dealt with this far.

He should have been more careful. You really gave all the other roommate’s a run for their money. You would offer to make him dinner and then set the stove top on fire. His favourite shirt had been ruined in the evacuation. You were hopeless at doing the dishes- he’s had to buy at least three new sets of dinner plates since you moved in. You had broken the vacuum cleaner, clogged the shower drain, smashed a window… You were supposed to ease his financial burdens, not create them! And you just kept inserting yourself into his life- inviting yourself to movie nights, charming his friends so they invited you along to parties he attended. At least he could just go for a walk or meet up with friends when his other roommates grew to be too much- there was no escaping you, however.

Which is why he’s glad you moved out so suddenly! As far as roommates go, you were terrible, with all the annoying and frustrating habits to boot and since he didn’t have the heart to kick you out, it’s better that you left on your own. And without any warning so he didn’t have to stress about you moving out or anything horrible like that. Just… bam. He woke up and you were on the doorstep, bidding him an awkward farewell. He’s glad things ended up like this. His new roommate can cook, never sets the apartment on fire and offered to drive Jimin to work since his car broke down.

“I’m highkey glad she’s gone. She kept ruining our movie nights.” Taehyung continues. “If she made me watch Monster’s Inc. one more time…” Taehyung trails off and shudders at the recollection of your weird obsession with the movie. Taehyung whirls on Jimin. “But I did always wonder. Why did you give in to her?”

“What do you mean?” Jimin asks, reaching for another cookie. He’s going to start putting on weight with the way his new roommate feels a compulsion to feed him but honestly it would be worth it. Taehyung frowns and tilts his head at Jimin. It reminds Jimin of the way Taehyung’s dog looks when it comes across something new and puzzling.

“Well, you could have said no to her at any point.” Taehyung points out. “When she asked to tag along to our movie nights or when she insisted on cooking dinner or even when Yoongi first suggested she move in with you. The whole time, you could have refused. But you let her do it. You knew what the outcome would be and yet every time… you kept saying yes.”

Jimin goes silent at Taehyung’s surprisingly astute observation. The warm chocolate chip cookie, previously delightfully warm and delicious, now tastes like ash in his mouth.

“Would you like to know what really happened?” Taehyung asks, leaning forward with a sharpness to his eyes that wasn’t there before. Jimin shrinks slightly beneath the gaze of his oldest friend.

“N-nothing happened. We just decided to go our separate ways.” Jimin points out, internally cursing himself for his stutter. “It’s just cause she’s Yoongi’s sister. I felt obligated to be nice to her.”

“Cute.” Taehyung answers with a smile. “But also a blatant lie. Jimin, I know what you look like when you have a crush.”

Jimin’s not sure why he feels like his heart suddenly freezes in his chest. A… crush? On you?

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Jimin answers with an uneasy laugh. “I don’t have a crush on her. Taehyung, she turned my uniform shirts pink a few weeks ago because she accidentally left her underwear in the wash.”

“Well, that’s a shame then.” Taehyung says with a dramatic sigh. “I guess her moving out because of her feelings for you was the right move then, huh?”

Jimin blinks a few times and it takes him a second to comprehend what Taehyung is saying.

“Feelings… for me? She moved out like that because… because she had feelings? For me?” Jimin questions and he wishes he didn’t sound so desperate and hopeful but he’s temporarily lost control over the emotions in his voice thanks to Taehyung’s shocking announcement. Taehyung grins widely.

“I thought you didn’t have a crush? Then you shouldn’t care about the real reason she moved out.” Taehyung says smugly and as much as Jimin loves Taehyung, he could honestly strangle him in that moment.

“Taehyung.” Jimin calls warningly and Taehyung actually breaks out in laughter.

“The night before she moved out, she was actually planning to confess to you.” Taehyung explains. Jimin swallows past the dryness in his throat as remembers the night in question.

You had been acting strange all day, a bit antsy, and every time Jimin stepped into the kitchen to make sure you hadn’t set any accidental fires, you had shooed him out.

Of course, true to your nature, the familiar smell of smoke had filled the apartment while Jimin was distracted taking a phone call with his landlord. Jimin, fully prepared for your kitchen mishaps, had rushed in with the fire extinguisher at the ready. Of course, the food you had tried to make had been inedible before it caught fire, but it entered new levels of inedible when covered in flame retardant. You had stared at the food with a weird look in your eyes and Jimin had helpfully suggested you order takeout.

The night had gone smoothly from there and the two of you had watched a movie. You’d bid him goodnight with a smile on your face and the next morning you were packed and ready to move out. Just like that. No warning. You had been smiling and having fun with him with no indication of what you were planning and then suddenly his apartment was empty and dark. And he was forced to admit a horrible truth to himself:

You’re not the worst roommate he’s ever had. No, you’re probably the best one. Not because you’re perfect or because you have no bad habits. But because you’re you. Full of energy and sincerity and affection and the day you moved out you accidentally broke Jimin’s heart. As pathetic and stupid as it is, he had liked you. A lot. And it hurt when you suddenly moved out like that, despite his attempts to pretend otherwise.

“As silly as it is, I think she moved out because you inadvertently rejected her that night.” Taehyung admits, shaking his head. “That’s what Yoongi thinks, at least. It’s the most words I’ve ever heard from him and they were all to insult you.”

Jimin winces, but he has more pressing matter than Yoongi being mad: You have feelings for him. Feelings. For him.

“Did you really say that she’s the biggest pain you’ve ever come across? While she was making you a nice dinner to confess her feelings?” Taehyung asks curiously. Jimin winces when he recalls that yes. He had said something along those lines while in hysterics following yet another fire-related incident. He was going to lose his deposit on the apartment at this rate.

“I… might have… said something along those lines.” Jimin finally admits. His jaw drops as he puts two and two together. Taehyung smiles widely. “Is... is that why she moved out? Because of some stupid panicked words I said while our apartment was on fire?”

“What are you going to do about it if that’s the case?” Taehyung asks. But Jimin is already on his feet and grabbing his coat. He’s out the door before Taehyung even completes his question.

Jimin’s new roommate pokes his head out the door.

“Was Jimin going somewhere?” He asks, glancing around curiously. “Did he not like the cookies?”

Taehyung shrugs and turns to Seokjin.

“He’s just going to have an important talk. Now, about your roommate situation…” He trails away and stares at Seokjin curiously and then warmly at the cookies.

“I have a spare room if, for some mysterious reason, you find yourself homeless in the next few days. I have a feeling you’ll need it.”

#btsboulangerie #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader #jimin fluff #park jimin #writing #1000followersdrabble

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