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𝐅 𝐀 𝐖 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐓 𝐇 - CH 3 - KIDNAPPED BY ONE DIRECTION

MINORS DNI 18+ FIC

You’ve always liked the idea of having a dominant partner - BDSM was something you’ve read about, watched videos about.

Something you made Pinterest boards and aesthetic tumblr posts about when you were 18 and curious, the idea always sounded nice, but you’ve never done it in practice, not really. Sure you bought fuzzy handcuffs at a gag gift store once, but that didn’t really count.

You’re still a virgin.

You’ve always had that chronically awkward, workaholic type of vibe that made typical dating near impossible at worst and frustrating at best. Normal dating apps have proven fruitless and agitating. So poor curious little you talked yourself into making a fetlife account. You weren’t looking for true love, but at least you could get laid.

DM Request from: 10:13 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Hello, Fawn.”

College was for new experiences after all.

CW: BDSM heavy/centric fic. Safe, Sane & Consensual. Miguel is your professor, but you both don't know that. Age Gap (Y/N is 23, Miguel is mid 30's)

TAG: @slut4oscarissac23 @iamtheprincess227 @haveclayeveryday @junehasnotbeenfound @thedevaxer @bunnibitez @kodzuminx @neteyamslovrr @cl3stevu @miguels-cock-piercings @dumn-little-bunny

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 2

8/19/24 7:05 AM - WebRigger2099 - “Look at you, little Fawn; so delicious. You make me want to hunt you down like a wolf and tear that cute outfit off of you.”

You didn’t really hear what Aurora mentioned despite your reaction - did she know Dr. O’Hara? She did have a tendency for weird nicknames. She called Taylor “TayTay'' once and you swore you’ve never seen them so mad - they’d yelled something about Taylor Swift? You think? You weren't sure - you were way more focused on the fact that your professor needed to pull you aside for… something.

Your thoughts immediately went to the worst case scenario.

Did you accidentally plagiarize one of your papers? You’d seen videos of plagiarism checkers catching lines used in obscure fanfics before, could that have happened to you? Or did you completely flunk something and he was merely giving you a heads up before dropping you from his class and alerting the dean?

You never did get the opportunity to talk. Aurora seemed intent on talking his head off, and before the older man could get a word in, she had rushed everyone out of the classroom, chittering away like a parakeet. You didn’t particularly want to have a conversation with your least-favorite professor, so you quickly told him you’d speak to him on Wednesday about it. You tried to convince yourself that you were content with being ignorant to whatever problem he had with you for the weekend.

But even when you were loaded in the back of Aurora's 2012 Subaru Forester you couldn’t get your mind off it, not fully. Not like you had a means of distraction either, you kept opening telegram and then closing it.

Because you were the tallest in the group, you always got the window seat…at least you wouldn’t have to worry about anyone in the back looking over your shoulder at your phone screen.

“Off to the shore now. I’ll make sure to take pics :3” - Fawnteeth - 8/19/24 12:05 PM [Read]

Your fingers were practically flying across the small screen as you chewed on your bottom lip. In a way it felt awkward messaging him, desperate for attention you hoped he would reply - you saw the indication he read the message instantly, but no reply came. You settled with scrolling instagram, he’d reply eventually.

He was an adult - he had a life.

Just like you.

You had a life, right?

Totally.

After a thankfully uneventful drive from NYC to Ocean Grove's beautiful beach and cozy little town. It was early enough that the beach wasn’t completely packed, blessedly, leaving plenty. You helped Kore and Taylor unpack the car, being the only one who could carry the umbrella. So you tugged it along as you saw Aurora with her girlfriend Cerice.

The two met by accident at one of the many cheap bar stands that littered the shore. She was a lifeguard and Aurora had somehow flirted herself out of getting scolded when she was caught running with two margaritas in hand.

(She may have been a short little thing but damn if Aurora could drink.)

The two were inseparable when they got together, always attached at the hip. You swore Aurora would drive the three hours there every day if she had the time. Honestly, you found yourself occasionally wishing for something like what they had - their relationship was enviable with how affectionate they were, even if it made Taylor roll her eyes sometimes with how sickeningly cute they were.

But you never really saw yourself as relationship material anyways, and besides the closest thing you had to a boyfriend was an old man that had made you cum with a bluetooth toy a couple times. You didn’t know his name, and, really, you weren’t even sure if it counted as a situationship, and he was currently leaving you on read…

(was he seriously that technologically inept? you knew he was older, but he had to know that leaving people on read was, like, insanely rude.)

As always, though, an impromptu beach day meant attempting to build a sand castle with Kore, Aurora, Babette and Cerice while Taylor acted weirdly dad-like, scoping out the beach, commenting on the tide and mumbling about sunscreen and adjusting the ‘god damn umbrella, christ’.

They had a thing about skin cancer. It was the ginger in them.

After you helped build the foundations, watching Aurora and Kore collect sticks and colorful shells in order to decorate the sandcastle which was still just its foundations. You settled down on a towel and pulled your phone out of your bag. You used your bag as a pillow, shaded under the umbrella as the day passed by.

You shouldn’t be thinking about college right now, nor what Dr. O’Hara was going to chat with you about. It didn’t matter that you had an essay due Monday and a report due Thursday. You’d get it all done the night before in a grind of glorious procrastination as you did on most assignments that required your attention for more than an hour.

You wished Web had replied. It was strange that he hadn’t; usually, he was pretty quick to get back to you, but the fact that he had left you on read was strange. Maybe you’d do something to get his attention.

You opened your phone and realized that your boobs looked great at this angle. Snapping a picture, you shot it Web’s way. He didn’t open it this time, but you could see that he had the app open before promptly closing after he got your notification.

Weird.

You ended up taking a nap listening to Aurora, Cerice and Kore chat away about the sand castle. You’d look up every so often and see Babs in the distance on her large pink colored donut floatie, and assumed Taylor was somewhere nearby.

In the end, you all walked the boardwalk, got ice cream at the little corner shop and collected seashells and sea glass. Babette found a red sea glass piece and you all freaked out at how rare it was. You all took pictures to post to your instagram stories, and Aurora made some offhand comment about her “Uncle Miggy” liking a post from a few weeks ago.

Overall, it was a huge relief to get away from the rest of your life. A tiny vacation, in a way. You kept checking Web’s messages… but again, you saw he had seen your photo but hadn’t replied.

Maybe he was busy.

After you had showered away sand and salt, moisturized and dressed in your favorite pajamas - an old t-shirt and loose sleep shorts - you pulled up the Canvas app. Nothing was due tonight, so you were good to cuddle up in your bed, pull up a movie, and relax.

For a moment, you just stared at your phone. Were you desperate enough to text Web again? After all, this wasn’t normal. He always replied or said he was busy and would get back to you. He’d typically even shoot a ‘ busy next few days’ as a warning, not just… leave you high and dry like this. .

Did you upset him? Was it something that you did? Or - maybe he had some kind of emergency in his personal life? With how old he was, surely he had family, right?

You went back and forth, if you messaged him again, that would be pretty pathetic. But everything about this situationship of yours was pretty pathetic if you thought about it for too long. He had purchased you, a girl he had just barely met, over 200 dollars in sex toys, and in exchange he had seen almost every inch of your body.

Save your face of course, you’d even gotten lazy and let him see your tattoo a couple of times, he said it was pretty, and “fitting,” whatever that meant.

You gave in and messaged him again.

“Heyy just got back home u up?” - Fawnteeth - 8/19/24 9:23 PM [Read]

You watched that message for hours, anxiously switching between Telegram, Tiktok, Instagram, and even Pinterest. You couldn’t even remember the last time you opened Pinterest, but you were desperate for anything to keep you distracted. Time seemed to crawl, and soon it was nearing 1 AM -

and he still hadn’t replied.

You told yourself you were being silly, that there had to be a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why he wasn’t responding to you. You did your best to convince yourself, but you couldn’t ignore that gnawing feeling in your gut that something was deeply wrong.

Maybe you should visit a doctor about getting you a prescription for anxiety medication…

You fell asleep waiting for his reply - the anxiety alone wasn’t enough to keep you up later than 2 AM. When you woke up and were conscious enough to register last night, you quickly scooped up your phone and scrolled through all of your notifications to find… that he had left you on read, and never replied.

It just wasn’t like him. Something was clearly wrong.

The feeling of dread returned and went straight to your stomach again. You couldn’t bring yourself to get up yet, it was only 9 AM, and you didn’t have class till noon anyways. You sunk back into the comfort of your pillows and allowed the weight of your weighted blanket to crush you. You didn’t want to distract yourself, you just wanted to lay there and wallow. So you didn’t bother with the nervous routine of checking all of your apps and allowed yourself to wonder what you did.

You opened your phone against your better judgment, reading over the last few texts you sent him.

(Did he think you were trying to get out of meeting up with him?)

“Hey, hope you’re okay. Not like you to not let me know if you’re gonna be gone.” - Fawnteeth - 8/20/24 11:53 AM [Read]

Did he find someone better than you? Prettier, smarter? Easier to get along with? Dread was where your mind went to first. You couldn’t come up with a logical explanation as to why this was happening. You knew you’d felt better once Web actually answered you, for fucks sake. But until he did it seemed that you were nothing more than a spider caught in a web of your own insecurities and anxiety, and no one had yet come to your rescue to cut you free.

Minutes turned to hours and soon the alarm you set yourself went off. 10:30, you needed to at least shower and get something in your stomach before you went to class. You couldn’t allow yourself to skip just because the internet man you’d grown attached to had decided to ghost you. You were pathetic, but you weren’t going to be that pathetic, no matter how much you really wanted to. Thankfully, all your other professors were way nicer than Dr. O’Hara.

You showered, ate oven-heated chicken nuggets with Taylor and made yourself at least somewhat presentable. You hated how much you craved Web’s attention and care - it was stupid how a man you barely knew had reduced you to this.

You looked at yourself in the mirror before heading out, you looked like shit, you knew that. Deep eyebags a clear indicator of a lack of sleep, your hair was still a bit damp from your rushed shower and you were pretty sure you hadn’t completely washed your conditioner out. It was up in a disgustingly messy bun, so it's not like it mattered anyways.

You tried to navigate the day as you typically would, aching for any shred of normalcy as a welcome distraction. You were halfway through one of your classes when you had to rush to a bathroom stall to have a silent panic attack. You were wiping your tears with the shitty paper-thin toilet paper when you decided to just head back home, consequences be damned.

On the subway back to your shared apartment, you took out your phone and sent a quick message to the group chat.

“Went home early, when all of you are back could you be as quiet as you can please? I’m sick and not feeling well :( ”

You dropped your bag on the floor and kicked your shoes off into some uncaring corner of the room. The moment your head hit the pillow and you were curled up comfortably, you were out like a light. You weren’t sure how long you were asleep, but when you checked your phone It was about 5 am. You had a few notifications, the expected feel better soon wishes from your friends, some Instagram notifications, but nothing from Telegram. You didn’t bother checking it, you knew that the Read in italics seen underneath the last message you sent would only mock you further. Your roommates had at least done what you had asked, the whole place was quiet and still. They were all probably still asleep.

You didn’t bother to shower, instead crawling back into bed and watching Supernatural. You didn’t even like Supernatural - but you watched three episodes straight and fell asleep in your sweats on your bed with the sound of Dean yelling lulling you to sleep.

Eventually, you woke up with sweat sticking to the back of your neck. You felt gross and it made you shiver. It was 11AM and you knew you had classes. You convinced yourself to take a shower, but forgot to eat. You ended up getting coffee and a bagel on the way to class.

It wasn’t a very good bagel.

But hey, you did ace your first test in calculus - take that, Dr. O’Hara. You were good at math.

You messaged Web again when you took the subway back home.

“Did I do something? I’m really getting worried.” - Fawnteeth - 8/21/24 5:28 PM [Read]

He was getting your messages, reading them clearly, and yet he was choosing at this point not to reply. You were truly getting ghosted at this point, and the realization that Web was probably not ever going to respond to you hit you like a brick to the head. You tried not to cry on the subway, you did not want to be that girl who cried on the subway over getting ghosted on Fetlife.

When you got back to your apartment, you once again shed your shoes and outdoor clothes, and crawled back into bed. You ignored everyones concerned looks and mumbled to Aurora that you were fine and just tired when she knocked on your door to check on you. You appreciated the gesture, but you did not want to talk to anyone right now, and you didn’t have the energy to deal with Aurora's animated personality at the moment.

Despite the exhaustion you felt, you couldn’t sleep. The silence of your room was deafening, and the complete lack of message notifications you were getting only made you want to cry. You let out a shaky sigh as a few stray tears dripped down your cheeks. You weren’t in public, you were in the enclosure of your own room with only a few stuffed animals as your witness. You could cry now, this was probably the best place to cry.

Yet despite how badly you wanted to, how you wanted to scream and sob and fall apart until you were a heap of sweat and snot on your bed, you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything more than shed a couple more tears. You didn’t eat dinner that night, you felt like if you tried to you’d just puke it all up.

If Web knew you weren’t eating, he’d scold you, maybe even punish you. You wished he would, punishment, no matter how painful it was and how sore it made you, was better than this. You wanted to go into your messages, confess to every skipped meal, missed shower and late bedtime, to put it all in writing in the hopes of getting some kind of reaction from him, even if he was busy. Probably busy with some new girl that he was talking to that had bigger boobs than you and a cuter pussy. He was probably telling her to write the praises and sweet words meant for you on her body.

You felt like throwing up.

You were being completely pathetic now, you knew that. But now you were too sad and too hurt to care. Maybe if you bothered him enough, you’d get some kind of response. Closure maybe? Taylor told you when you broke up with your last boyfriend that you deserved closure, so this probably wasn’t any different

“I do want to meet up, if that was a problem… I’m not trying to lead you on. Please” - Fawnteeth - 8/21/24 11:45 PM [Read]

You doomscrolled for an hour before you turned your phone off completely and went to bed.

You woke up to your alarm, feeling like shit just like the past few mornings. You forgot to shower again, and planned on skipping breakfast before Babs stopped you and pushed a protein bar into your hands. You ate it to make her happy, and it did help a little, even if you hated the peanut butter flavor.

As much as you wanted to skip class again today, you knew you couldn’t. You had Dr. O’Hara’s class today, and he would be the least understanding and sympathetic to your problems. He’d probably laugh at you and tell you to grow up. That the “real world” didn’t make accommodations to the hurt feelings of a stupid girl.

Asshole.

You walked into his classroom with Taylor on your heels, but before you even had the chance to set your bag down at your non-assigned assigned seat, Dr. O’Hara stopped you. “Stay after class. I’d like to have a word with you.” You felt tears burn in your eyes as you barely managed to whisper out a “yes sir” before you found your seat. Taylor raised an eyebrow at you, concerned, but you just shook your head, wiping your eyes and looking down at your shitty laptop’s keyboard as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d cried this much.

You had completely forgotten about him wanting to talk with you. It was probably about your academics, and how you’d somehow fucked up unintentionally and ruined your life yet again. First it was your Fetlife dom that you clearly had strong feelings for, and now you were going to get kicked out of college for plagiarism. This was it! You’ve completely ruined your life and now you were going to be stuck working retail for the rest of it with horrible hours just to be able to afford to keep a roof over your head. Next all your friends were going to tell you that they hated you and are kicking you out.

You couldn’t pay attention in class, you didn’t even make a single note. Dr. O’Hara was a horrible professor, and Taylor would give you their notes anyways. You could see the way their eyes occasionally flicked to you, concern and scrutinization mingling into something that almost resembled pity.

You stayed in your spot after class had finished, with Taylor telling you to text them whenever your conversation was over so they could walk you to the Subway. They never did that - while Taylor was always protective, they seemed hesitant to actually be personal and one on one with people. God, you must’ve looked like a wreck then. Once everyone had cleared out, your professor turned to you. “Come to my office and wait outside, I’ll call for you once I’m ready to see you. This isn’t a classroom conversation.” His voice was cold - was it colder than usual? God, you felt nauseous.

You nodded, wringing your hands, and walked your way over to his office. Peeking inside the window, it seemed cold and empty, save for the man himself. There was not a single personal item or degree on the wall - it felt like a shell, really. Was this not his usual office? You tried to remember if he had office hours listed in his syllabus, you didn’t think he offered them. You sat down in the plastic chair outside the room, clutching your bag as you dug your nails into the well-worn material.

As he sat down, Dr. O’Hara mumbled your name, formal and cold, and god, it felt like he was mad at you. You practically tiptoed into the room as you shut the door behind you with shaking fragility. You were a good girl, all things considered. The only time you had ever been called into an office was to congratulate you on your scholarship. Of course, you totally squandered said scholarship by doing what your father wanted and going into nursing , but that was neither here nor there.

(Even if he was still upset with you at the new development.)

Now he’d be laughing at you - you were already failing classes. So much for success and proving him wrong. You hoped when you were older, maybe in your thirties, that you could go right up to your father and prance about his office, singing “I told you so’s” from the heavens themselves. Now your life was over, and within a week you were sure to be homeless.

You felt cold sweat on your neck, forcing you to fiddle with the tag of your zippered sweatshirt as you sat down in the plastic chair before Dr. O’Hara’s desk. You found yourself staring at your sneakers, double knotted and slightly stained.

Did you already fail? Did you fuck up your most recent assignment? Did whatever plagiarism checker he used ping a false alarm? Your mind rushed to a thousand possibilities.

Dr. O’Hara cleared his throat, causing you to jump out of your thoughts. You looked up at him. He looked… nervous? You had never been close enough to really see his features, he looked older, wide flat nose, pronounced cheekbones, dark messy hair. His dark brown eyes were staring you down.

…Was he waiting for you to speak? Did he think you knew why you were here? The silence was worse than any scolding he could give you.

You were a talker. You’d always been a talker. The amount of times that you’d been told to shut up in your life was more than you could count.

So, of course, you talked .

“I-I don’t know why I’m here. I hope it - I promise you I'm trying as hard as I can. I both work and do school full time. If it’s something with my recent assignments I- I don’t know . I’m trying. I.. I have a habit of using really big words that sometimes come up with plagiarism checkers that the college recommends you all use. It happened last semester with one of my roommates - er. They didn’t have anything to do with any of my assignments. They’re not even in the same major -”

“Slow down. You’re not in trouble,” he interrupted, eyes tired as he lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

You paused your rambling, staring at him almost dumbfounded as you grip at your sweatshirt. “W… Why am I here?”

He looked like he was weighing something in his head as he stared at you, dark gaze thinning and lips pressing thin. With a big exhale, he let out whatever inhibitions had been holding him back.

“Does the phrase ‘Fawnteeth’ mean anything to you?” His words were blunt and emotionless, face turning to stone in an instant. You couldn’t read him, but you weren’t very good at reading faces anyway.

You felt all the color drain from your face, veins turning to ice. You were frozen, terrified, a deer in the headlights. How the fuck did your professor know about - that. You had used ‘Fawn’ as an online alias since you were a teen, yes. But Fawnteeth was something that you only used… on Fetlife. You know - where you were anonymous . You were supposed to be anonymous!

…Did someone tell him? The college board? Not even your roommates knew you used that website. You only spoke to three people on it - and even then, only one regularly. Or… you had, before Web ghosted you.

In your panic, you couldn’t put any answer together that made any sense.

“I… If anyone has sent you anything. I am so sorry- I don’t know how. Oh my god . I’m so fucked .” Your hands grabbed your face, fingers sinking into your flushed cheeks as you tried to look anywhere but your genetics professor.

“You’re not in trouble,” he reiterated, though the words seemed almost as painful as they were awkward rolling off his tongue, “I just needed to - we needed to -”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes as he spoke, so you stared at his hands.

His… oddly familiar hands.

(Despite the fact that you’d never been close enough to see his hands.)

You heard him talk, but it was like listening through water as you just stared at his hands. As you visualized the last time you saw them wrapped around - oh god.

Your eyes darted up to meet his, and he looked…concerned, brow furrowed and dark eyes wide. You tried desperately to speak, but your words caught in your throat.

His hands were Web’s hands. The same scar on his knuckle and webbing of veins that made them look out of those black and white thirst trap BDSM aesthetic tumblr posts you used to reblog on tumblr.

This was not what you had imagined when you agreed to meet up with your weird…online situationship dominant.

Distantly, you heard Dr. O’Hara - Web - say your name, still coming through your head like water, distant and muffled.

This had to be some sick joke. You trailed your hands from your cheeks to cover your ears. You swear you’re going to hurl.

Were you having a panic attack?

Probably.

You took a moment to breathe into the silence, thankful that he seemed to take the hint and stop fucking talking . You could just leave, pretend like he never.. You two never…

This had to be a sick joke. Unless he hunted down one of his future students… but… You hadn’t even signed up for his class when he messaged you. No, this had to be some horrible accident. Some horrible, horrible accident. You did NOT sign up to fuck your teacher.

Especially not… Him. Anyone but him.

Finally managing to compose yourself, you took in a shaky breath, hands dropping from your face to your lap. Forcing yourself to meet his eyes, you balked at the sight - he looked terrified . Not ten minutes ago, you would’ve found some sick joy in it, but right now…

You couldn’t find the humor.

“Web?” Your voice cracked, upset and heartbroken. What else could you say? Ask? What could you do ?

You watched Dr. O’Hara tense up, breathing through his teeth. He ripped his gaze from you and placed his hands, palm down on the table.

This could only happen to you. Only you would somehow sext your fucking teacher for months. You could never have anything easy or normal. He couldn’t have been some banker, or a stupid sexy jock librarian.

“Dios mío…,” Dr. O’Hara rumbled, voice deep and low. You watched him lean back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.

He was Web. Your horrible, awful, asshole professor that you had spent countless nights bitching about was the man you had sent pictures and videos of your whole pussy swallowing up a dildo to. This man had seen you cum before he’d seen you get an A on one of his assignments.

Oh god.

You spent a solid thirty seconds in the most painful, humiliating, awkward silence you’d ever gone through in your entire life. This was worse than when you dropped out of nursing school, when you broke your arm learning how to skate in front of all the popular girls in middle school, when you’d been turned down in front of a crowd by your middle school crush. It was worse than anything you’d ever experienced.

(You wished you had died right there.)

Unfortunately, God was not intending to strike you down right then. Maybe you could pray to Zues and he’d throw a perfectly aimed lighting bolt right between your eyes. You’d seen on Tiktok that some people prayed to the greek gods, maybe one could grant you a favor and-

Your thoughts were interrupted with the door being swung open, another one of your professors waltzed into the office like he owned the place. Professor Parker - most of his students seemed to call him Peter - burst open the door, phone in his hand held out to Dr. O’Hara.

“Oh. My. God. Miguel. You will not BELIEVE what my baby sitter just sent me.” Not even looking at you, he strode in, pajama clad and scruffy bearded. It was like you weren’t even there, and your jaw snapped shut, teeth clicking with the effort. Dr. O’Hara’s eyes widened.

“You know Mayday? My pride and joy? Your godchild? Look at her. She got cake and it's all over her little face. Hah! Babies don’t know how to eat cake. It’s so adorable…” He chuckled, waving his hand in a relaxed gesture before he noticed that you were also in here, very panicked and on the verge of crying. You… and Miguel having the worst day of his life from the look on his face.

“Uh.. Did I interrupt some-”

“ Nope ,” Dr. O’Hara said quickly, slapping both of his hands down on the desk. He turned to you, eyes wide. “I will continue this conversation with you later.”

Dr. O’Hara raised his brows as if trying to tell you to act normal . You blinked once. He said your name - all formal again. Prof. Parker leaned on his chair, still holding the phone in his direction. Eyeing you with confusion, the ganglier professor frowned, head cocking to the left. Curious.

You needed to play it cool. You wished you exploded on the spot. You’ve seen videos about spontaneous combustion before.

That would be really nice about now.

You squeaked and stood up. “O-Okay Dr. O’Hara I will see you. Next… Class. Later.” You turned on one foot and practically ran out the door.

This was not at all like the sexy TeacherxStudent college romances that you had read on wattpad in middle school. But knowing your luck, your life would turn into a version of “Kidnapped by One Direction” next - you already had the messy bun part down of being a Y/N.

But hey, at least you knew why Web ghosted you now. You kind of wished that it was a prettier, younger girl with better boobs and a cuter pussy, not this. This wasn’t the kind of closure you wanted.

So. You went to your next two classes and then promptly went home and laid down face first on your bed until you heard the phone ping. For a moment you considered not checking… but you groaned and picked up the phone. It was Web. Dr. O’Hara.

5:10 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Hey.”

“ ...Hi. ” - Fawnteeth - 5:12 PM

5:10 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how else to approach you about this.”

“ I can imagine ” - Fawnteeth - 5:12 PM

“ please tell me for the love of god you didn’t know ” - Fawnteeth - 5:12 PM

5:12 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I only found out Monday. Your tattoo. You don’t normally have it showing.”

“ oh ” - Fawnteeth - 5:12 PM

5:13 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I didn’t mean to make you worry before, I was just trying to figure out how to respond.”

“ ghosting me was not the way to do that ” - Fawnteeth - 5:13 PM

5:13 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Would you have preferred I told you who I was over this chat? I wasn’t sure it was you. Not fully.”

“ I guess that makes sense ” - Fawnteeth - 5:13 PM

5:13 PM - WebRigger2099 - “If it wasn’t you you would have said that name doesn’t mean anything to me and I would have messaged you back right away on here.”

“ ok ” - Fawnteeth - 5:13 PM

5:13 PM - WebRigger2099 - “This wasn’t what either of us expected.”

“ sure fucking hope not ” - Fawnteeth - 5:14 PM

5:15 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I promise I did not intentionally try to woo one of my students. There’s like… 20 different colleges in NY. Thousands of students in each of them.”

“ I have the worst fucking luck on the god damn planet ” - Fawnteeth - 5:15 PM

5:15 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You’re telling me. I finally find someone that agrees to my rules and waits patiently for two months before they even meet and this happens.”

5:15 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Look, you can block me, I would honestly expect that. I’m sorry again.”

“ is this what you meant by continuing the conversation? ” - Fawnteeth - 5:15 PM

5:16 PM - WebRigger2099 - “If you want I will help you transfer out to a different class. Afterwards, we can mutually block one another.”

“ I don’t want that. ” - Fawnteeth - 5:16 PM

5:16 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Then what would you like? I want to make this right by you, the last thing I want is for you to feel like I’ve thrown you away.”

“ I’ll be honest, I’m not entirely sure what I want. ” - Fawnteeth - 5:16 PM

5:17 PM - WebRigger2099 - “That’s fine. But I’d like to speak about this again with you, in person. It’s wrong to have a conversation like this over text.”

“ I would appreciate that, please. ” - Fawnteeth - 5:17 PM

5:17 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Okay just… Somewhere private. I don’t need to be raising questions meeting up with a student outside of class.”

“ I think that’s kinda obvious. Where? I don’t want to see professor parker again. ” - Fawnteeth - 5:18 PM

5:16 PM - WebRigger2099 - “He has a bad habit of coming in at terrible times. Highland Park, tomorrow at 5pm?”

“ ok ” - Fawnteeth - 5:19 PM

You turned your phone off for the night, you saw you got another notification from Web, but you didn’t bother reading it. Maybe you should have -, at least then, he’d be the one left on read this time.

#miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara smut

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bichambered-reservoir · 2 months ago

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What does swwh mean?

Also your art has really pretty colors <3

I’m not very familiar with the v,ore community so I don’t know a lot, I used to be uncomfortable with it due to sexual themes, but learning about a non-sexual side of the v,ore community is nice.

I’d love a run-down about some of the terminology, for someone who doesn’t really know anything

Sure thing! Swwh stands for swallowed whole! It was my attempt to make an alternative name for v,ore exclusively for nonsexual purposes, both for the safety of those who enjoy vore sexually and nonsexually (so, minors/nsx enjoyers out of main tags, and nsfw accounts out of minor/nsx accounts!) - the other one's "e-a/t" or eaten-alive trope.

Another one is extreme cuddling, which is a term exclusively for nonsexual, safe/nondigestive/nonfatal v,ore, which i find to be a very endearing term for it. Unfortunately there are now a lot of sx accounts using this term, (and not everyone knows about the latter part of the description) though it doesn't hurt to keep posting under it, obviously. The newest one is vorarefixation, I believe.

There was also the term vescor and vittle made by the same coiner of "e-a/t," as an alternative to "predator and prey" respectively. This one I haven't seen too much, but it might still be around.

Also, same here! I used to not like v,ore in any capacity but then I saw art that forever changed my brain chemistry to see the wide, wide possibilities for portraying intimacy. And was even more surprised to find a nonsexual community for it, especially on tumblr! - I thought I was just gonna have to keep this shit to myself forever.

Also, thank you for the compliment on my colors!!! This is an artstyle I use almost exclusively for the type of content on this acc. I draw neon frames on a black background and fill it in, and the whole artstyle is also sort of reserved for romantic/intimate situations (I'd love to draw this, but: i imagine that if a character is swooning/in love, the neon frame appears and they turn into the artstyle). I also used to do an anticipatory thing where I would sort of imply I was gonna draw something via posting just the squares on the black background with my friends, so the artstyle got dubbed the "suspicious squares."

#love mentioning the suspicious squares. my FAVORITE #bichambered-reservoir #ask #nsx vore #extreme cuddling #swwh #e-a/t

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Carlos Sainz and Oscar piastri on a Bugatti and rolls Royce and Acura. 1B -09, 18, 27, 32, 36, 40.

Carlos is dom on both.

Oscar is sub to both.

Sorry if it's too long you don't have to write. Your prompts were intersting and I got a messy plot in my head 🤭

TAGS : Carlos Sainz/Female Reader/Oscar Piastri, Dominant Carlos Sainz, Submissive Oscar Piastri, Leaked Sex Tape, Body Worship, Reader is a Celebrity, Pregnancy, Power Imbalance, Baby Fever

DIALOGUE : "Wait, you’re famous?" + "Remember your safe word, I’m not fucking stopping" + “You wanted to be seen? You wanted to be caught? You’re so fucking turned on right now”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ# link

FOREWORD ────── had an idea go into my head as I was writing this. idk if this was the messy plot u had in mind but I hope it was still enjoyable !! if the link doesn't work it might be because i had this on queue. but it's just on my acc nonetheless. hope it's still good !!

#— in in in in .#carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainx x you #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you

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yutasbimil · 2 months ago

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End Game

gryffindor!beomgyu x fem!hufflepuff!reader ft. slytherin!jaemin | txt ft. nct dream ff. ✦ (8/8) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, smut cw: friendship/love, bestie-lovers energy, frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, jealousy, tension, slow burn, unrequited love, love triangle, hurt-comfort, eventual smut lol, break up, eventual happy ending, FLUFF!!! ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 3.9k

do not repost © yutasbimil (2024)

Yumi and Beomgyu are now alone, everyone left already and their group study session has concluded for the week.

“Are you done blabbering over it?” His eyelashes flutter, looking at her in a teasing manner. “Kiss me.”

With his eyes so beady looking intently at her, Yumi had to tap his shoulders in protest. Beomgyu kept her chin up using his finger to keep her eyes from straying away from his.

With him looking at her eyes ready, Beomgyu additionally caresses her hands to soften her.

Was that what that look meant all this time?

Yumi shakes her head, as if it cannot be helped but to listen to his request.

Instead of immediately adhering to his request, why not tease him a bit?

With Yumi landing her nose on his, brushing it against his as she nuzzles close to his figure.

The warmth is following along with a fuzziness in her chest.

This is far different from when they were “just best friends” to now that they are a couple, at most, she’s the one still getting used to this. What am I even thinking?

Her mind had been wandering loosely lately. She's blushing over these nonsensical things. And this is just her admiring this blabbermouth yapping over some of his interests, looking oh so handsome.

Beomgyu squeezing her hand signals her attention back to him. This has been a usual scenario for the past week.

Yumi’s mind drifts off as she’s still in a haze that they’re together like this. He has been the safe space for her to vent out her thoughts so smoothly that everything else around them keeps vanishing. It is as if she keeps entering a garden full of butterflies, many enough to drift her away up the clouds.

He holds onto her arm to pull her gently close to her. Beomgyu has been the anchor grounding her back into ease.

“What? Is my handsome face distracting you again?” Beomgyu glides his hand across his chin.

Has she been staring again? Gosh, she lets out a huff, the knitted brows hiding her flushed face.

Another slide of sneak attack of Beomgyu teasing slipped through her daydreaming, making her snap at him.

“Aish, shut up,” she rolls her eyes, pushing his face away with the whole of her palm. How could her best friend make her this flustered? Heol.

Beomgyu just chuckles, his teasing still high with its win rate.

“Make me,” he puckers his lips, licking it in an obnoxiously overdone way, so far polar from attempting to look ‘sexy’.

“Aish, Choi Beomgyu,” she exasperated, Yumi jokingly slaps her hand over his cheeks before pulling it close, squeezing her hands on both his cheeks.

“What nohw?” His face is scrunched up and his voice comes off a bit muffled. He’s sure he hasn’t done anything for the last minute.

Yumi just stays silent, admiring his stupid little cute face for the nth time before kissing him in the least attractive way.

Serves him right.

But it makes her heart flutter at how placid he kisses back in that second.

Oh how quick her attempts backfire.

“This idiot,” she pouts. “What do I do with you?”

He puts out his tongue, holding her arms placed on the sides of his face. “But this idiot is yours, till we reach the grave to annoy you.”

“Since day 1 huh?” Yumi goes on to squeeze his cheeks once again, Beomgyu shrugs his lips forming into a pout as he’s thinking. Who knew that he was capable of doing so?

“Not quite likely, maybe… the first week?”

Yumi hits him with his teasing, making him laugh.

He goes on mocking her, pointing at her even though she’s got him at the palms of her hands. Quite literally he’s at a disadvantage with his face and big mouth scrunched up as he’s laughing.

She perked a brow at him, grimacing. “Is it that funny?”

He switched up immediately to a straight face. "Nope."

Weirdo.

Yumi scooted closer to him, positioning herself on his lap, and wrapping her legs around his waist. Her eyes furrowed, glancing downwards with her mouth in a pout. “You still owe me lots, Pabo.”

“In what ways do I have a sum to pay, hmmm? Explain it in full detail, princess.”

“Hearing you blurt out pet names doesn't suit you, doofus.” She quickly palms his face once again, but this time, his hand catches it, putting it over his shoulder.

“Ahhh, I bet this responds otherwise.” Beomgyu starts stroking her panties, Yumi flinches in surprise, hitting him in the shoulder. Not that direct—

He quickly grabs her by the waist to not let her lose her balance. She tumbles a bit. Even so, her sass wasn’t shaken off. “How much are you throwing away?”

At that, his intrusive thoughts came into his consciousness. He loses his grip on her arm, pretending to make her fall.

“Aish! Choi Beomgyu!” She grabs onto him in panic.

“Your life…” Beomgyu fools around once again, lifting his leg so she goes the other direction. His other arm is readily hovering over her back to support her.

“Ya!”

He kisses her speechless, quickly melting away the energy of her legs and body to fight back. These are the types of interruptions she didn't know would stir off her annoyance coming from this man.

At least that’s consistent between us.

“I'll prove you wrong-er by making you more wetter.”

“Your grammar is decreasing my attraction to you by the minute,” she scorns, rolling her eyes sideways. But for a moment or two, it shifts upwards as he attempts to reach below her skirt.

Her breath hitches, making her squirm in place as he strokes lewdly close to her clothed core.

“Ya…” she protests, already feeling breathless. “You're playing dirty now, are you? Striking at my most vulnerable state.”

“You spreading your legs like that on my lap puts you at a disadvantage. Also, the moment you chose to place yourself on my playing field.” He lifts his legs once again to remind Yumi that he's got her wrapped around his fists. Also by the firm squeeze of his hands on her waist, he makes sure it’s etched on her mind.

Yumi just buried herself by his neck, hiding her ever-growing blush on how they've been a bit playful to her liking.

It's too obvious how she's been hot and bothered since earlier.

“We're getting sidetracked, we still need to catch up on some topics.” She’s about to lift her leg off his lap but he puts her back in place.

“Nuh-uh, don't bring that up after provoking me.” His glare is darker in comparison, breath near hers is a bit hotter. His voice is low and slow as his lips form a smirk. “Finish what you started, Lee Yumi.”

Beomgyu puts her palm by the bulge of his pants. She swallowed hard, now realizing how dry of a desert her airway was on how much her throat was craving to quench her thirst.

“How about we both talk about that owing stuff now and settle it, hmmm?” His hands are now roaming in dangerous waters, planting seeds of heat in the free spaces of her skin. “Does this cut it?”

“Let's just get to the point,” she scurries, her impatience quickly dissolving her mask. It tore down further as Yumi just felt his lips nibbling her neck.

Fuck it, she wants to go straight to the point.

And straight down she goes to undo his pants, quickly going down on her knees in-between his legs.

Beomgyu lets out an illicit gasp, a streak of red further obvious across his face as his clothes continue to come undone.

This was a sight much fantasized about and a thought very much avoided by Beomgyu to even touch while he fists himself on some cold nights. He doesn't want to see his best friend this way but now that he got the right, per se, it was quick for Beomgyu to accept his fate.

“Yumi…” He fists her hair, reminding every bit of himself to maintain control of his touch.

He quickly melts to her touch as she palmed his clothed erection, breathing a bit too embarrassingly heavy as his labored breath grows fuller with his cock sprung free for the cold air to brush openly.

Just one touch and he's all in shambles like this.

“I-I'm still not up for the part, so don't criticize me much on my blowing.” She murmurs, but it quickly loses meaning as her hot mouth sinks into his shaft.

“I don't expect you to be but, uhhh, it's you, Yumi, so I know it will feel.... fuck, fucking good in any way.” He bites his lower lips, hissing a bit.

She moves her tongue more, gobbling his dick. His noises are turning more into a series of groans at her every touch.

Yumi leans her cheek by his shoulder, releasing his erection with a pop. “You flatter me too much.”

“Anything for my princess.”

Yumi blushes at his endearments, trying all her might not to admit to his face how greedy she is to hear more of that. But it’s too late with her evident blush and eagerness to pleasure his twitching cock. She can’t help but give in more as it seems to ask for her strokes and care.

“Is there more of where that came from?” she inquires, wrapping her free hand on his shaft, stroking it along the glides of her hot tongue.

Beomgyu lets his eyes answer, softly stroking her hair, not a stray hair left unattended in his care. Beomgyu’s eyes land on observing her pretty face, especially now how fascinated he is seeing her pretty lips wrapped around his hard cock.

It twitched harder as his thoughts strayed on how wet she might be underneath her clothed sex, and how he would be eating her up later.

Oh, he's excited for his turn to make her feel damn good. I’d make sure she’s choking up her words so that only syllables will spill out.

Beomgyu scrunches her hair, holding back any force that may hurt Yumi. He gently fists to pull her scalp, just enough to her liking.

“Ah… ah, oh, shit.” She licks and sucks a sweet spot of his hard-on, his shaft dancing with her tongue. In this divine view, he could see how her mouth slid and slurped at every bop, he flinched as she swirls her tongue across his sensitive shaft.

Fuck, on how inexperienced she said herself to be, this might be a crime of deceit on how fucking good she's taking him in.

“Are you sure this is how you see ‘mediocre’?” Another hiss off Beomgyu’s lips transpires. “Fuck, ha-Yumi, you're a natural.”

“That's gonna boost my morale to do more,” she smirks, at that, she muffles some more taking him whole in her mouth and dips in, sucking harder.

Beomgyu had to hold onto nothing but the surface of the chair he was sitting in. Yumi is just back, deep in the back of her throat with his dick, licking all around and doing him good.

“Hmphh—” He felt his palms sweating as he was near his release, Beomgyu’s lips quivering along a sexy moan, the beads of sweat followed by strings of his release.

Some that spilled off her mouth accidentally sprayed over her face, landing by her cheeks. She sighed in satisfaction, licking off some of the excess in her body and swallowing it.

Beomgyu kisses atop her head, catching his breath.

Yumi stands up, making his hair kimpy. She kisses his forehead aggressively.

It isn't a common sight to see his forehead as he’s always the type to keep his bangs down. She pouts, letting her thoughts be voiced out. “Why don't you show your forehead more? Your eyebrows are a great asset, you know.”

“Oh? You want girls to trample over me?” Beomgyu lays out the ‘consequences’ of her request, pushing his hair back. It is followed then again with a smug smirk. “I wanted to keep its peak glory for your eyes only, love.”

Yumi cringes instead of being impressed. “I swear to god I'll shave your head bald.”

“Enough of that, I'm done waiting.” Beomgyu quickly brushes off her insult, and he makes her sit down.

“Said the one who can wait for as long as he can?” Yumi says teasingly, spreading her legs mindlessly at Beomgyu’s accord.

He firmly makes her stay put, laying a finger on his lips. “Shhhh… I am not that person I was yesterday, I want you now.” Beomgyu looks at her intently, pushing his hair back that makes her heart skip a bit, adding an attack to her core as he licks his lips attractively. “My turn.”

Beomgyu lifts her up to adjust her, she yelps as he spreads her legs wide open, His fingers followed by lifting her skirt up. She shudders at the cold air hitting her bare skin along his cold fingers squeezing her inner thigh.

It’s not too soon that her buttoned shirt is undone, with Beomgyu slowly planting kisses down her neck and chest. She felt herself heaving her breath ardently at Beomgyu’s lips nibbling on her bare chest.

“You wanted this last time…” he emphasized, his other hand cupping her other hand as if remembering the last time they left off. While his mouth and lips are busy, sticking his tongue out as he swirls it around at anything but her nipples.

She grows impatient as he licks the sides of her boobs.

“Gyu…” She’s getting more hot and bothered, grabbing his other hand for any other sense of stimulation. He pinches her nipple in acknowledgment.

He lets out a smirk seeing her evident frustration. He quickly diffuses her annoyance as he gives in, licking her nipples, sucking onto it to hear her pretty sighs.

With another series of licks and sucks, he releases her boob with a pop, after leaving a light mark from his impulsive bite of her soft skin.

Yumi looks extra greedy at this point.

“Now it's your turn to evaluate me,” Beomgyu says, there’s no room left for her to respond as he quickly reveals the string of her pleasured juices stretched, glistening to expose her as he pulls down her panties.

It made his pupils dilate a millimeter wider seeing how very wet and heated she was.

She flushed in defeat, holding a yelp back. No use hiding it even on how much she holds back her hands to cover her wet core.

Beomgyu instructs her to keep her hands on the table to support herself as he starts licking her. Again, he starts out direct, spreading his tongue flat and wide, then thinly to hit her sensitive buds at every stroke. She heaves in a sigh of pleasure as he pleases her nerves in every spot.

“Ah, ohh… uh, hah-no… more…. aah—” A string of vowels weaved in the room, along her hands brushing through Beomgyu’s weft of hair as he devoured her further.

Yumi calling out his name fans out his desire more as she grabs him by his head. He pulls onto his strands— just anything to grab hold of as she’s turning more into a mess. “Bo-Beomgyu…”

She cannot stay still as she squirms at his techniques, simultaneously attacking her clit and wet core with his tongue, piercing and spreading it with him changing his pace.

“Wait… Ah.” She lets out a cry as he inserts his finger, the boney digits stroking and shaping her tight walls, it creates more lewd noises as he moves it in and out of her wet pussy.

The way he twists and turns his tongue was a foul play, making her legs buckle at every slurp and random suck he does to her clit and pussy.

She can’t get hold of what the hell he has in mind, Beomgyu was always unpredictable. But his way to surprise her isn’t something she would complain about.

“Uhh-ha…. shit, ah! Ah… that’s a good spot.” She clings more onto his hair.

Beomgyu curves his finger, reaching the back of her walls like a switch turned on that made her mewl. Seeing her reaction, he slurps in more, making her wet core dripping in pleasure and his saliva.

Her eyes roll back further as he dips his face more onto her moist and heated sex.

Yumi no longer cares about how loud she is, he's so fucking good he deserves to be cheered on. “That's so good fucking good Gyu. More…”

He listens and follows through, relentlessly attacking her senses as she’s getting lost deeper into bliss.

Beomgyu pulls away but doesn't let his hand rest as he fingerfucks her, keeping his gaze locked on her as he leans in to kiss her ravenously. Their tongues danced as she tasted herself and his saliva into this sweet mix of their kisses.

“Let me come, please.” She thrusts her hips, her body begging for some sense of release, her eyes also plead as he’s staring her down. But he has something grander in mind.

“Patience, princess.” Beomgyu pulls away, carrying her to move her into a different position.

It momentarily felt empty for Yumi as he slipped out his fingers and tongue, dialing back some of the progress of her close release.

Beomgyu grins, tickling Yumi’s ears as he breathes near her ear. “Let’s move to the next act, hmmm?”

Yumi’s eyes are so lulled and clouded with lust that she’s just left there filled with anticipation. “Just do me however, loverboy.”

Her smugness didn’t remain too long as she melted into submissiveness again just by Beomgyu’s look.

She’s now placed on the table, chest pressed down and her back exposed for him to stare in awe. Beomgyu pulls up her skirt, her panties straight down her feet, dangling to the side.

He clasps on her butt cheeks before inserting his member smoothly as he takes her behind. “Ahh—”

With no prior heed, it is something that Yumi didn’t mind as it is what she had been craving since. She’s just filled with desire with the likes of Beomgyu, just him.

“You feel so good,” he groans as the hotness spreads through his senses. Beomgyu grabs hold of her waist, then reaches for her bare chest, stimulating her sensitive knobs as he thrusts into her deeper.

“You… too, haaa… ah!” She had to gasp for air at how his movements increased in roughness, but it was just enough to satiate her growing inclination.

She can feel his hips move, feeling his dick move a bit deeper at every thrust he does. Yumi reaches for his arm, clinging onto him as she asks for more.

Beomgyu was hugging her from behind as he rammed into her, her walls getting tighter and tighter at every dip and fro.

Fuck, she can't help but let her eyes and tongue gouching out on far different everything self compared to how she touches herself on cold nights.

The feeling of his dick plunged into hers is divine.

She's getting lost for words by the second pass.

“Let me… see you. Face, here. I want you, please,” she breathes. She tried with all her might to say that coherently, a bit muffled with moans but Beomgyu understood her clearly.

Her mouth now asks for something other than moaning, craving for his passionate kisses just hovering over her nape.

Embarrassment and the overwhelming pleasure she felt were an understatement of how quick her orgasm peaked at one kiss of Beomgyu. It was all too much for her, but at the same time, his kisses were enough to push her senses to its apex.

In her defense, she had just been extra sensitive since he had been teasing her all day.

It wasn’t long before Beomgyu’s climax followed hers as the stimulating spasm and tightness triggered his peaking pleasure.

He quickly pulls out, cleaning up what he can do as he lets her rest.

“Are you satisfied?”

“You know, I'm not,” her confession was shameless. She hisses with a grin as her climax sinks in further her system. “I want to explore and learn more.”

“You're going to use this study session thing as an excuse now huh?” he chuckles at the possibility, and he shakes his head. “No can do, but you know you don't need to find excuses just ask me directly if you're being needy.”

“Yah, you're the one being needy.”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes. “Says the one that's needy.”

“I'm too poofed to even argue.” She simply plops her body to melt along the table, it’s filled with sticky sweat. Ew.

Beomgyu positions next to her, chuckling. “No need as I'm right.”

“Yeah yeah,” she kisses him lazily, her lips landing by his shoulder blade. She lets herself let loose for a bit before tidying herself up.

They were totally for real now this time, even the group wouldn’t really come up with anything boisterous and something so absurd as them being together. Or at least know what is meant to be done as a joke or not. And doing some cause and effect on a bond between two people is definitely out of the question for some “entertainment”.

Even if Beomgyu is such a prankster, they wouldn’t go as far as to trample over a friend’s boundaries. They have some basic decency and a functioning brain.

So this is far from some senseless prank.

They would just let the magic do its work for these two, no matter how ridiculous they were trying to hide the fact that they were overtly together now.

A doofus for a doofus. A perfect pair.

They’re certainly supportive of this duo.

One thing for sure for Yumi and Beomgyu and something they’ll never dare to joke about is that they cannot pretend nor hide this relationship for too long.

Sooner or later, the group just has to bear with their romantic crap.

It’s even quite amusing for TXT how they act around the group even though it was hella obvious they were hiding it. At some point, they went along with it just for the laughs.

Yeonjun could only roll his eyes, and Taehyun looked like the shocked Pikachu meme when Beomgyu and Yumi finally decided to get their game of hide and seek over with.

“Took you two long enough,” Yeonjun says in the least enthusiastic way possible. Echoing behind him an amused Taehyun. “We were getting impatient really.”

And Yumi swears she even saw some of them handing out sickles and a galleon passed around.

These baboons.

“I’m just glad I’m the one who will be giving you butterflies in the end,” Beomgyu chimes, making Yumi smile. “Till we die then.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s a promise.” Beomgyu puts a hand over his chest, and Yumi is ready to hit him. “You better be or I’ll kill you.”

“Urgh, it’s so annoying even as ghosts you’re a bother.” Soobin breaks off their banter, but he knows this wouldn’t be the last time they get to witness these two’s shenanigans.

Coincidentally also by the end of their school days... They’re just glad the game of cat and mouse has come to an end, with this race of butterflies finding its worthy happy ending. They finally reached the finish line.

With Beomgyu and Yumi as together’s end game.

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chuuyaspinkmotorcycle · 2 months ago

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Fanfic Writer Interview

Thank you to @ohhcinnybuns for the tag <33

How many works do you have on AO3?

Eleven, as of now! There's quite a few I need to update though, haha. I've got more fics in the works, as well as updates for those already published!

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

I Am You and You Are Me (23,152 words), ongoing, T - a crossover, what-if story about the regular bsd world and the Beast world colliding.

2. What's Wrong, Love? (3,946 words), oneshot, T - Dazai knew Chuuya, in and out. The redhead would never cry, always a strong soldier. Yet here he was, shedding tears in Dazai's lap. Something was seriously wrong.

3. Please, Save Me (4,784 words), oneshot, M - Dazai Osamu stood on the train tracks, ready for the embrace of death. And as that moment comes, he truly believed he was going to die. Except... he doesn't?

4. Sleepy Times (2,536 words), oneshot, G - Dazai, the ever-good partner, knows all of Chuuya's tells. And when Chuuya seems like a walking corpse on their drive to a safe house, he's quick to realize the problem. He's got a beyond sleep-deprived slug on his bandaged hands.

5. Burning Bright! (12,449 words), ongoing, T - Chuuya always worked hard in his young life, balancing a part-time job with full-time college. He makes it work. But when his favorite actor (and crush) Dazai Osamu walks into his boba shop to get away from fans? It turns Chuuya's world upside down.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try! I know I've got a few I still need to respond to, but I promise I read them and I appreciate them so much!! I just tend to forget to respond after reading the email notification since Ao3 doesn't have any other notifications after that :')

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

Ohhh it's two and they're not published yet haha. But they had me tearing up writing/thinking about it. As for published, it's Four Seasons (Warning: MCD) or To Be Human (more angsty hurt/comfort).

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

So I have a bad habit of jumping between projects A Lot soooo I haven't actually written many endings, just mapped them out. For published, though, I'd say The Feels or Sleepy Times.

Do you write crossovers?

Apart from IAYAYAM's Beast x Canon world crossover, no. I love seeing art or fics that set the bsd characters into other worlds, but I'm not creative enough for that lol.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I don't think so? I've received spam but nothing like hate.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

In my head~ but I actually will be attempting to start writing it soon! I created a 18+ acc over on twt to explore it as well. When it comes to smut, though, I adoreeeee when it's tender or a first time.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah :') there was a website back in Julyish this year (2024) that stole a ton of works from Ao3 and put it on its own. Last I knew, the site was taken down, though!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep, into Russian! The link is under What's Wrong, Love? !

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. A friend and I have created threads off our texts using both our ideas, but never actually co-wrote them.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

SOUKOKU. I've been here for three years already and I fear there is no escape.

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

I've got a few that are just dumb little ideas, like one is labeled Port Mafia Family Adventures and is supposed to be oneshots in a series of crack shenanigans in the pm, especially when skk were there together. Now that I think about it, it'll prolly get turned into a thread or two on here and twt hehe.

What are your writing strengths?

Uhhhh not fully sure. Lily said I captured teen!Dazai very well in a wip the other day so there's that? Skfdkjsjfs

What are your writing weaknesses?

Staying focused/on track... it shows in my writing imo. I'm also not very good at dialogue and I think I can still get better at descriptions and characterizations.

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

YES. always yes. I want it as accurate as possible, even if people don't know how to read it. It makes it so much more real, especially if, say, the main character doesn't know the language and someone (the villain, for instance) is telling them something in that unknown language. Makes it feel like you're in that character's place not knowing what's going on.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Hmm if it was gonna be anything, it'd be from either fe3h (sylvix + yuri), zelda (zelink), or hq (kenhina) but my mini hyperfixations on those never last long enough for me to write anything </3

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Ooh. That's hard. I honestly love all of them? Like there's none I regret writing, they're proof that I can focus on something and produce it well enough to publish. I also really like all the concepts I've published so far, as well as most of the ones in my wips <33

Tag Time! @hibiscesque @calmlb @altaiiriss @bloodsherry

#fanfic writer interview #bungou stray dogs #skk #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #malaikayaps #tagged randomly #no pressure to do this!#if anyone else wants to do it you should tag me in it so I can read it <3

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ataliagold · 8 months ago

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Drove Through Ghosts To Get Here

For @astrangersummer week 10 prompt ' "I'm a great driver!" ' Title from Drove Through Ghosts to Get Here by 65daysofstatic.

Pairing: Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, very background Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler

Rating: T

W/C: 1227

Tags: Post-Vecna, everyone lives, established Steddie, Robin and Steve are soulmates, learning to drive, mild angst, Eddie is a little shit, heart to heart in the ruins of Starcourt

Summary: During his last summer in Hawkins, Steve teaches Robin how to drive.

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“Ready, Steve?”

Robin’s got the keys to his beemer in her hands, jiggling them as she stands by the door.

“Got your crash helmet, Stevie?” Eddie teases as Steve peels himself off the couch, mournfully now out of reach of the mildly-refreshing airflow of the fan on the coffee table.

“Hey!” Robin retorts, “I’m a great driver!”

“Mmm hmm,” Eddie hums, eyebrow raised.

Steve leans over, plants a kiss to Eddie’s mouth, briefly shutting him up.

“I’ll pray for your safe return, my love,” Eddie says dramatically, flopping himself across the now-free space on the couch.

Steve smirks, Robin rolling her eyes as she stomps out the door towards the car.

Steve had been teaching Robin to drive over the summer, Robin begging him to after the first few lessons with her mom had gone…well, terribly, involving a near-miss with a traffic light and her mom gripping the seat with white knuckles and shaking whenever she got in the car with her.

“Pleeeeease Stevie, I want to be able to visit Nancy when she goes to college and I can’t afford to fly back and forth all the time,” she’d implored him, and Steve had caved within moments.

It couldn’t be as bad as that time with Max after all, right?

It was evening now but it was still far too fucking hot, Steve sweating in his t-shirt – one of Eddie’s, soft and worn - and shorts even as he cranks the car AC as high as it can go.

“Ok so just…remember to take your foot off the clutch slowly,” Steve reminds her.

Robin nods, determined. “Ok. Gotcha. Slowly.”

The beemer lurches, stalls in the driveway.

“Slowly!” Steve barks, slapping a hand on the dash in surprise.

“I was slow!” Robin snaps back, turning the key in the ignition again.

A cackle of laughter from behind them - Eddie in the doorway, having ventured over to watch the show.

Robin winds down the window, sticks her hand out, flips him off.

A little flustered now, she gently places her foot on the accelerator. The engine whirrs, louder and louder.

Steve places his head in his hands.

“Why are we not moving?” Robin asks quietly.

“You’re not in first,” Steve says, pointing at the gear box.

“Right,” Robin nods, “first.”

She slams the clutch in again, Steve watching as she successfully maneuvers to first gear, then lets the clutch out painfully slowly, the car starting to roll forward.

“There you go,” Steve says, fighting the urge to grip his seat like Robin’s mom used to.

He glances in the wingmirror. Eddie’s waving his bandana in a delicate hand like a woman seeing her husband off for war.

Steve shakes his head, scoffs a little under his breath, and keeps his eyes on the road as Robin pulls out into the flow of traffic.

“Where should we go?” Robin asks, gripping the wheel tight with both hands.

“Wherever you like. Preferably somewhere without many hazards.”

Robin scowls at him, and Steve laughs.

“I’m kidding, Robs. You’re a lot better than when you first started.”

That was an understatement.

Eddie had joined them for one of Robin’s first lessons, sitting in the back seat and crying with laughter as they’d bunny-hopped down the road, Steve trying to keep calm and give Robin advice while she’d shrieked that there was something wrong with the car.

Eventually, they’d had to let Eddie out of the car to relieve himself after he’d almost laughed hard enough to piss his pants, Steve cursing at him and swearing he’d make him scrub the upholstery if he couldn’t control himself.

After that, Steve was the only one to accompany Robin for her lessons.

They end up in the old empty lot where Starcourt once stood.

Robin brings the beemer to a stop and kills the engine.

Steve glances over at her. Notices the way Robin’s hands tremble a little where they’re still resting on the wheel, the way her breathing has picked up slightly.

“You ok?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Robin replies, her voice tight.

Steve senses there’s more she wants to say. He waits with his window wound down, warm breeze stirring his hair, darkness starting to fall. They’re the only ones here – that was no surprise, what with the invisible heavy cloud that always seemed to hang over this place. Even those who didn’t know the truth about the Upside Down knew that something bad happened here, something unnatural that took the lives of many.

The scorch marks in the concrete were still here. Steve can see them in the low light, the concrete gouged out and charred even more than two years after the mall had burned down.

“Do you think about it, still?” Robin asks quietly, “this place, what happened here, how we nearly…died?”

Steve nods. “Sometimes.”

“I know everything that happened after with Vecna sort of…overshadowed everything else, but whenever I have nightmares it’s about this place still. I’m stuck underground, I can hear you getting hurt but I can’t get to you, and sometimes they drag your body in and I’m just tied up in a room with you lying there…”

Steve squeezes her knee as Robin trails off, choking up.

“Hey,” he murmurs, “we did it. We beat it, Robs, we survived.”

“I know,” Robin replies, bringing her hand down to rest on his larger one. “I just…sometimes I feel like everyone’s moving on. Nancy’s going off to college, the kids are getting older, you and Eddie are moving to Chicago in a few weeks…and I’m still here.” She flaps a hand out the window, gestures at the empty lot around them.

“You can come visit us whenever you like. Hell, what do you think we got a two-bedroom place in Chicago for?” Steve smiles, tries to cheer her up.

Robin huffs out a small laugh. “I will definitely be taking you up on that offer, dingus. Just…do you ever feel like…like everything that happened is just stuck with us now, that it’s a part of us and we’ll never…we’ll never be normal?”

Steve clutches her hand. “Have you ever been normal?” he teases gently.

She slaps his shoulder with her free hand. “Shut up. You know what I mean.”

Steve’s smile fades. “I do. And I think…yeah, it’ll always be part of us. S’not like any of us are ever going to forget it. But I think about all the shit that wouldn’t have happened without the Upside Down, as terrible as it all was. I met the kids, Eddie, you…my life changed completely and a lot of it was honestly for the better. Unfortunately we just gotta…find a way to deal with everything that came with it.”

Robin nods, sits in silence for a few moments before speaking again. “You ever think about those two dumb kids who slung ice cream for a summer and thought that was the worst thing that could happen to them?”

Steve had known even back then there were a few things far worse things than a minimum-wage customer service job, but he understood the sentiment.

He grins. “Yeah, I think about them sometimes. I think they turned out ok, right?”

Robin laughs. Reaches for the key again, turns the engine back on. “Yeah, I think so. Anyway, shall we get out of here?”

“Sure. But remember, slowly.”

“You got it, dingus.”

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#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #platonic soulmates steve and robin #a stranger summer

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rottenpumpkin13 · 6 months ago

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I just wanted to say (bc I saw the problem with ppl being attacked through asks) I genuinely love your posts. They cheer me up. At first I saw your acc bc my friend thought huh strange someone has the same name, age, interest, and pronouns as me and legit asked if it was me. Since being introduced (for context I work a corporate 9-5 job) every time I see notifications of you posting I’m running to see. You’re honestly one of my favorite accounts. I hope you’re doing okay. Taking the necessary rest/recovery.💗

I randomly clicked on a blog that liked one of my posts one day and saw "Elle, 22, she/they" in the bio 😚 I wonder if it was you, because if not we need to make an "Elle, 22, she/they" club immediately because there might be more of us lol

I've gotten my fair share of rude anons this year, but nothing recently. I try not to reply to them both for my sake and that of the people who come onto my blog because they want a mini escape from whatever it is that they're going through, so maybe that's why it's cooled down a bit. People tell me this blog cheers them up, so I take it seriously and try to make it a fun place, and that's what it was for me up until a while ago.

Lately it seems that everyone is having to deal with what looks like one very pathetic person who is so desperate for attention that they feel the need to try and disrupt everyone's peace. It's sad—sad for the person who has such a disgusting personality that they feel the need to do this, and mostly sad for people I care about getting hit with this wave of senseless hate.

And it shouldn't be like this. People should have the right to exist in their safe space without armor and a sword to fight off trolls and people who make fandom uninhabitable. I should have the right to post my stuff without being told to "stop polluting the tags." Person X should have the right to post without fearing they're saying something wrong. Person Y should be able to share what makes them happy without feeling unsafe in their own community. Person Z should be able to enjoy fandom without dealing with drama spurred by hateful people. And yet here we are. The block button is there. If you don't like someone, you don't have to interact with them. Plain and simple.

I started feeling burnt out a while ago, but it has nothing to do with anon hate or anything of the sort. I guess it's a culmination of my irl problems spiralling out of control this year coupled with stuff I've experienced on here ever since I started this blog. I think the only thing keeping me here is people still sending asks (because talking to you guys is so much fun), and the really great friendships I made through this fandom.

Thanks for checking in 💚

#/other

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batmine · 20 days ago

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bro I just saw a nsfw side blog of a jirai who is 15 years old

i dont really care abt nsfw accs or all that in general as long as they don't interact with me

but can we NOT normalize that /lh

I blocked both accs so they probably won't see it but still

please I'm genuinely worried for them, posting your pics as a minor with nsfw tags is not uhhh

how do I say it

icky and not normal

in the most light-hearted way possible

pls stay safe y'all

#sorry I just felt like I had to say it #jiraiblr #jiraiblogging #landmineblr #landmineblogging

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hollow-vvamp · 9 months ago

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Re-intro post.

Name -> hollow.

Pronouns -> he/it. Vamp/vamps if we're close.

Age -> 17.

Gender -> Male.

I AM A FVCKING "ED NOT SHEERAN" BLOG. THIS IS YOUR WARNING. BLOCK, DO NOT REPORT. YOU'RE ONLY HURTING US. I WILL ONLY COME BACK EVERY TIME.

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- I deal with ana [undiagnosed.]

- I have autism [dxd], depression [dxd], and POSSIBLE mild psychosis bouts [not dxd, therefore not confirmed.]

- I will post abt these things. as well as triggering topics such as; trauma and s3lf hrm. I will add proper tws and tag them properly.

- expect to see both rambles about happy shit and sad shit. I'm a human being.

- I encourage recovery, and only will give tips for harm reduction. I may speak about my plans for wl and such, but I will never encourage anyone to do the same. I cannot stop you, but I can do my best to keep you safe.

- If you even feel the slightest of hint of wanting recovery, from anything, fucking take the chance. You deserve it. ♡.

btw if u wanna see me b more than just my ed -> @dy1ng-of-my-own-d3pr4v1ty ☆ plz check it out I wanna have friends on that acc n talk to yall there >:[ /nf

#trans ed #⭐️vation goals #⭐️ ing motivation #⭐️ve #thinspø #@nor3×14 #anor3c1a #⭐️rving #light as a feather #th1nsp1ration

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i-love-gerard-way-by-tobi · 10 months ago

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[[ INTRODUCTION!! ]] <> <> <> <> <> <> [[ INTRODUCTION!! ]]

hello im tobi (but i also go by vord, seraphim, habit AND kowhai) i am a system and have my chemical romance roaming in my brain alongside the beatles, tally hall, and some other fuckers

our mcr introjects might post and image with words idk follow 2 find out lmao

[current fronters](https://pluralkit.xyz/f/uuxygg)

hope people enjoy this account this wont be daily it'll just be Whenever lmao

posts will be signed off ((NOW)) hopefully in tags so

tags hopefully (i dont understand tumblr yet);

#mikey1 ; the 1st mikey, revenge era #mikey2 ; 2nd one, bro is dead for some reason #gerard1 ; the 1st gerard, revenge era #gerard2 ; 2nd one, based on a c.ai roleplay #gerard3 ; 3rd one, ghost of you #gerard4 ; 4th one, foundations of decay #gerard5 ; 5th one, hesitant alien (has memories of mikey dying, possible reason WHY THERES ANOTHER MIKEY AND HES DEAD) #gerard6 ; 6th one, blood #gerard7 ; 7th one, black parade #gerard8 ; 8th, bullets #gerard9 ; Okay you get the deal anyways this gerard is baby your a haunted house era #gerard10 ; based on some janitor.ai roleplay #gerard11 ; pinkish #frank1 ; revenge era #frank2 ; frank iero #frank3 ; leathermouth era #ray ; ray toro #party ; party poison and so on and so forth Ummm yeah follow us we r cool our main is @bluejaywaycoll please follow both accounts we r awesome and swag

!! DNI LIST SO FREAKS DONT FOLLOW US !! - pro-endo - pro-thinspo - icky people - nsfw accs or just post anything to do with nsfw - adults are on thin ice we r bodily minors but as long as you dont try to do anything yucky you r safe

tags May be wack my bad if they r

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perpetuallypottytraining · 11 months ago

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(im the anon that said regression is not nsfw)

oh okay i get it kind of :thumbs_up:

do u talk abt potty training stuff on ur main age regression acc too or is it just this one? cuz if u do i might follow idk hehe

okay, I thiiiink these are the same person? Probably? Unclear. I'll answer both here, for clarity.

1 - No, I don't talk about potty training stuff on my main, not anymore. I moved those posts here a couple of years ago. The only content that's there are maybe some reblogs from other regressors.

2 - Okay, first of all, age regressors did NOT come up with those terms, nor do they have exclusive rights to use them. Those terms have been used by people for, like, ever. Parents calling their kids "little ones", family members calling out "littles, come over here!" to refer to any younger members, the obvious origins of "mom" and "dad" and their variants, and "caregivers" being tied to both people who care for babies, children, the elderly, and those with disabilities.

If anything, age players have more rights to the terms "littles" and "caregiver" in the context that we're using on this site. They're the ones who originated/popularized them. I know this because I was here, on this site, in 2016, when age regressors decided to split off from the sfw age play community, and there was legitimately tons of discourse about who had the "right" to those terms.

(who here remembers the chire and the other handful of communities that attempted to exclude anyone who liked the parental nicknames and the usage of the word "little" in their regression? I do. god, do I remember. this is the main reason that a lot of old regression blogs specify that they're "community free regression")

Second, I... don't? Tag anything here as ageplay? Everything here is just tagged with omo tags, then with assorted organizational tags - there is nothing here tagged with agere or ageplay - just posts that use the very vague term of "little" and the other term of "caregiver" within the post itself.

(which, I just feel the need to repeat, is a word that even normies use!! my own parents, aunts, and uncles call me and my cousins littles!!! Outside of that, "Littles" is a shared community term!! Littles and Caregivers, as we use them, originated from Dominant Daddy/Mommy and Little Boy/Little Girl - it's the gender neutral version!! Cg/L! Regressors are the ones who decided to keep it!! Because it's vague!! That's intentional!!)

But, yeah, you're allowed to feel your feelings, and, honestly, the fact that you're uncomfortable with the "playing grown-up" tag is something that I anticipated when I made that tag - that it might make people uncomfortable! But, I've been working on making my own boundaries and enforcing them, while not immediately catering to make other people comfortable at the detriment of my own comfort/space.

This is my blog. People didn't like when I put non-sexual omo on my agere blog because it helped me regress. That's okay, and even I became uncomfortable with it after a while, so! I made this blog! It's not my agere blog. It's my soft omo blog. It's nsfw and for adults only. And, only just recently, I decided to take advantage of those two facts and put some other nsfw posts here. I do not want to make yet another sideblog for the handful of "icky" posts I'd like to reblog, especially when this blog is already here.

A nice thing about Tumblr is that tags are now blockable, so if, for some reason, you wanted to follow me still, you'd still be able too view all my other posts while excluding that specific tag. Or you can block me, if you wanted to - you curate your own online experience, and I'll hold no ill will towards you for making sure that you're comfortable and safe.

As for saying thats someone can't be both an age regressor and an age player? Literally what are you talking out????? Huh???? Do you think that adults can't age regress and slip into the mindset of a child while also being capable of, while in adult headspace, in a consensual relationship, roleplay as a child for sexual gratification??? Those are two different things!!! Ageplay is roleplay, and as such, one is capable of adult things! Agere is someone slipping into the headspace of a child!! Healthy communication with one's partner makes it clear what's okay in one headspace and what's okay in the other!!!

I'm not even an ageplayer and even I know that it's possible to do both 😭��😭 and I just read fanfiction and people's actual blogs!!

As for your sign off, um. Okay? I don't even interact with a.geredips posts and blogs.... even if they're very relevant to me and my regression! Not even with my main!! (I'm also very shy and timid and a bit scared to interact) And, on my main, if people who follow me start breaking people's DNI, I literally softblock or block them - if they can't follow people's boundaries, then they can't interact! I'm just one blog, and I doubt that if anyone wanted to demonize age regressors, they need any help from me - people who deliberately mistag are probably more than enough tbh.

Ageplay and age regression, like it or not, was cut from the same cloth - a cloth made out of a gradient from black to white, with shades of grey all in between. Like a baby blanket! Black/ageplay and ABDL on one side, white/agere on the other, with you and me and my friends and mutuals somewhere in the middle, all spread out across!

Plenty of adults don't think anyone should return to the comfort of childhood things, and look at the whole blanket with scorn and disgust. Cutting off more and more of the blanket, because you think that my grey isn't as palatable as your grey, is not going to change these people's minds. Both of us live in the grey zone, and I personally think that by accepting more of the grey, our baby blanket will be strong enough to handle anything - even and especially people who think our blanket should be torn to shreds.

#im not even an ageplayer.........#i just thought that those posts were Really well written!#ah well.#asks #long post

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ryuichirou · 4 months ago

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New week! Some replies related to recent posts.

Anonymous asked:

Do you happen to have an archiveofourown account? I would LOVE to read any stories you have on your aus --coughs Azul Idia marriage au--

Hehe I’m glad you’re interested in our aus and this au in particular, Anon!! <3 Super happy to hear that.

But unfortunately, the only information on any of our aus is posted here under the tag. We don’t really write them as fanfics, and the stories mostly exist in our heads, with me drawing comics with certain scenes every now and then… anything other than that just requires too much work and dedication. I’d love to make a doujin out of it one day though :”)

Katsu does have an ao3 acc! But almost never uses it, and there’s nothing about our aus there.

Anonymous asked:

Ahh! I just saw your latest FemRook/Vil sketch and muah! chef kiss ! even your sketches are fabulous! You post a lot of that particular night with the dresses/formalwear is there a story going on there or? Does our huntress/hunter just loves to shower Vil in love regardless of what they wearing

(this is about a sketch in the 🔑🔞 acc)

Thank you so much, Anon!! I am very happy you liked it! <3

All of the sketches with them in these outfits are definitely supposed to represent one specific night; I just had a bunch of horny ideas and kept coming back to draw them every now and then lol There isn’t much of a story though: Rook accompanied Vil to some fancy ceremony, both looking elegant and proper, but then things went the way they usually do with these two lol

But the huntress really does shower Vil in love no matter the outfit <3

Now, a couple of asks about the suckers comic….

Anonymous asked:

finally putting some respect on the service and hard work the bottoms provide

Yes! Well-deserved treatment, finally, after all this disrespect.

Anonymous asked:

Love that Vil is not even denying it but is more worried about his reputation.... And how do they know who is the best sucker among them?

As much as I love Idia, those teeth are pointy. He must have lots of practice to be safe

Vil knows he isn’t fooling anyone, I think it’s an open secret that he is the most experienced one… at least in this particular group. Mostly because he is the only one who doesn’t hide that he is into men + kind of has a boyfriend… Like all of it is true but you shouldn’t imply it openly like that! His reputation! 😭

Yeah I don’t think Idia would be upset to learn that he is the least likely to be trusted with a dick to suck lol Despite the fact that I draw him in all kinds of sexual situations, I don’t think he is much of a sucker…

Anonymous asked:

OMG HAHAAH THAT BEST SUCKER AWARD IS SO FUNNY

also specially cause all the characters in that team are in the list of your BOTTOMS lmao

💚

This was such a hilarious coincidence, Anon lol When they showed this group, I said “oh no” out loud because there is no way this isn’t going to be a disaster. And indeed it was…

I can’t believe these four bitches had zero actual progress with their task and instead spent god knows how many hours arguing about who is the biggest sucker out of all of them 😭

A couple of asks related to dark hcs lists posted this weekend!

Anonymous asked:

No one but Lilia knows about it because to Lilia it was an “oops, maybe they won’t notice” moment.

This feels horrifyingly canon. Maybe not with sex per se, but with him doing something to Malleus/Silver/Sebek that ended up really affecting them and that being his reaction.

Yeah, he at least witnessed some of the things that he should’ve paid more attention to but brushed it off either because he didn’t really know how important it was or because he didn’t really feel like doing something about it… Of course, he is a caring guardian and all, but Lilia has his moments of questionable judgment.

Anonymous asked:

ahh you know what i can also see ace hiding deuce away by convincing him he’s just useless without him, and he’s better off at home letting ace take care of him. at least he’s decent at keeping house and helping ace unwind usually with blowjobs almost like a good house wife husband

Yeah, exactly! With how hopeful and hardworking Deuce is, it’s so heartbreaking seeing him losing his determination and accepting this fate… so deliciously depressing <3 All the things that Ace would say would piss Deuce off at first, but after some time, he’d really start believing him. Or maybe he believed it all along and was just in denial about it?

Anyways, Ace knows how to get under his skin…

#replies

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dreamsgazer · 2 years ago

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A Bit Closer

Anon requested this fic (my answer here), and I don’t dislike how this turned out!

Hope you all like it, and if so, please comment and reblog, it’s always so appreciated! If you have a request, feel free to send an ask !

Masterlist | AO3 here

Warnings: swearing, mention of blood, murder

“No.”

“Bro-“ Lemon sighed pinching his nose.

“Absolutely not!” Tangerine reiterated, rebelliously lifting his chin.

“We need her.”

“The fuck we do!” the man hissed back, ice-coloured eyes sparkling with outrage “The last thing we need is a rookie to fuck up with the assignment!”

“I’m right here, asshole!” you pointed out from the couch where you had been sitting for the last ten minutes, done with being ignored by the Twins.

Tangerine scoffed, glaring at you, but you firmly cut whatever foul reply he was going to spit “You are right, I’m not as seasoned as the two of you when it comes to killing people. However, this mission requires someone smart enough and subtle enough and discreet enough to infiltrate that mansion, retrieve the envelope, and get out as quickly as possible. Neither of you can do that without leaving a trail of corpses behind.”

“Hey, come on now!” Lemon’s outraged voice didn’t stop you “Also, your last mission was such a clusterfuck that I’m surprised someone is still willing to hire you.”

This last part wasn’t exactly true, and you were aware that things in Dubai went south well before the Twins appeared in some sheikh’s palace, but you couldn’t hold back your resentment at being treated like an incompetent child by Tangerine.

“Ok, ok, calm down now. Both of you!” Lemon interjected, pressing a hand on his brother’s chest “I would say to try working together just this once. I dunno about you two, but I could use the money.” Tangerine huffed and cursed before accepting, and he made sure you knew he was agreeing only because the job was ridiculously well compensated. You rolled your eyes at that but refrained to underline you all worked that kind of job for the exact same reason. “And I’m no rookie when it comes to stealing stuff and information,” you added tightening your lips, still offended “Just because I stir away from corpses and troubles doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing. Which is why I was contacted as well for this operation!” Despite the rough start, the mission went incredibly well, all considered – sure, Tangerine had to help you at a certain point, but while retreating from the opulent estate, the envelope full of compromising photos of a very prominent political candidate enjoying himself a bit too much was safely in your hands.

The Twins escorted you to the place agreed for the exchange, and an hour after the photos were gone and your trio was a bit richer.

Lemon grinned “Well, I don’t want to say I’ve told you so, guys-”

“Then don’t,” Tangerine huffed, arms crossed over his chest and a frown barely hidden by his Versace sunglasses.

His Twin tutted “But I did tell you two that it was worth a try!”

“Agreed,” you conceded because not doing so would have been both rude and dishonest, especially towards Lemon. Tangerine could go fuck himself, but his brother had been nice to you for the entirety of the mission. You were just too stubborn to admit that Tangerine was there as well, when you needed a quick way out from that party, having heard someone approaching the studio you were in. He hadn’t left the villa until you both could walk away unnoticed, his arm on your back guiding you outside as if you two were just a couple of bored guests at a normal party.

Lemon beamed at your words snapping you back to the present. He had insisted to give you a lift to the airport. It had been a surprise that Tangerine wanted to tag along.

After that mission, you interacted with them a bit more often. You sold the Twins some intel for a task in Bucharest, then accompanied them to a quick negotiation with some gang about a ransom, and once you flew to Canberra to help them deal with a “fucking authentic Diesel” according to Lemon. The Diesel was dealt with before the day was over, and you found yourself patching up both in a tiny safehouse in desperate need of a cleaning. Truth be told, you expected Tangerine to fuss more about your doing when you pressed a cloth against his ribs, but the massive blood loss and possibly some exhaustion made him quiet and almost… collaborative. As quickly as you could you cleaned his wounds and stitched them, noticing for the first time that his skin was warm, and his muscular torso littered with scars and tattoos. Some of them were nice and others had been clearly done after a job. You wished you had the courage to ask him about them.

“For how long have you been doing this job?” you heard yourself asking, instead. An answer wasn’t really expected, but he surprised you “More years I care to remember. Got my first assignment when I was 18.”

Your eyes widened and he almost challenged you to say something. Which you did, and from his expression, it was clear it wasn’t the reply he wasn’t expecting “It must have been hard. But no wonder you are such a skilled hitman, after all.” A beat of silence, and then he snorted “Are you going to make us pay extra for the nursing service?” You looked him in the eyes, noticing a mischievous grin dancing on his face. Repressing your equally wide one was hard “Of course. And if you don’t stop moving, Tangerine, I’ll double the price.” Tangerine’s laugh was unexpected. It was nice and warm, boyish, in a certain way. You scolded yourself for thinking something kind about him. You berated yourself even more in the weeks after that chat when you finally admitted to yourself how enjoyable it had been to have him pleasantly talking to you, and how nice his skin had felt under your fingers.

You weren’t utterly surprised when the Twins recruited you for another mission. Nothing too big, they said, but they needed someone expert in recognising a counterfeit document. You weren’t sure what to expect from Tangerine after Canberra, but it was disappointing to see he had retreated again into his shell, barely talking to you.

You flew from London to Paris, and he seemed lost in thought, leaving you and Lemon to chat and occasionally glancing at him. They had booked an elegant hotel suite near the Tour Eiffel, and you couldn’t contain your enthusiasm about it. The enthusiasm slightly faded after dinner, when Lemon out of nowhere asked you if you ever carried a gun with you. Tangerine and he had already had a first contact with the gang boss who had the document they needed to inspect, and when they returned to the hotel where they left you the Twins were clearly annoyed and wary.

“No,” you replied, pulling your eyes away from the enchanting view of Paris at night “I don’t usually need a weapon, so I don’t have one. As you could see, my style is more… a sneaky one.” “Did you ever hold one, though?”“Of course, I held a gun before!” you replied, indignantly, hands planted on your hips. Lemon nodded “Cool, and did you ever shoot anyone?”

You hesitated and Tangerine scoffed from behind his book. Your cheeks flushed in annoyance and a hint of embarrassment. Lemon was kinder to you “That’s alright, I’d say you have been lucky if you never had to kill anyone. However,” he said while taking out a second gun from his holster “you’ll need to learn. Just in case.” “I thought this was going to be an easy job.” Tangerine’s voice intervened calmly “It will be easier if we don’t have to worry about you strolling around without protection. Lemon has a fucking “bad feeling” about it.” Lemon didn’t seem to care for his brother's sceptical attitude and just nodded in agreement.

You weren’t too pleased that their afternoon meeting risked putting you in a situation where you were going to need protection. Shooting was not definitely something you were eager to do. Killing, even less.

There was a precise reason you had decided to stick with theft, spying, and selling information here and there, and that was because you didn’t think you had in yourself the will to end someone else’s life. Destiny may had forced you in this peculiar field, but you had sworn to yourself you would stir away from troubles as much as possible.

Maybe collaborating with the Twins was a terrible idea, after all. Troubles seemed to like and follow them, and you knew – you feared – it was only a matter of time before you got involved in a situation you were unequipped to handle. Not that it was your intention to say that out loud. Tangerine would probably mock you forever and possibly gloat at finding out you were so scared at the mere thought of shooting. Apparently unaware of your internal conflict, Lemon brought you to the other side of the suite. A good chunk of time passed before he declared his satisfaction after teaching you how to properly hold a gun and keep the correct pose “You are not bad at this. I think you could actually hit a possible target, if they don’t move too much.”

You nodded, not trusting your voice, and handed out the weapon to him.

“Keep it,” he shrugged “just in case.”

Your thanks were sincerely grateful, but you so much hoped the gun wouldn’t be needed.

Except that you ended up needing it. Someone snitched on your trio, possibly one of the many enemies the Twins had made in the field. The meeting set up to allow you to inspect this infamous piece of paper was a trap, and guns appeared everywhere.

Tangerine pushed you beyond a staircase, shouting at you to not move from there, before running to help Lemon. It had been when you thought that the worse was passed that you saw a man getting up from the floor, grabbing a shotgun laying next to him. Your hands moved before your brain could process the thing. One moment that man was aiming at the Twins, and the moment after you were pulling the trigger of the little gun Lemon had given you.

The sound was so loud it hurt your ears.

The man fell on the ground with a sinister thud. The blood slowly started to spread under him. He was dead. You had killed him. Someone was talking to you and you swallowed the bile in your throat, trying to focus on the voice suddenly so close to you. “It’s okay, darling. Give me the gun now, it’s over.” You ignored Tangerine’s voice could be so gentle. He quickly grabbed the weapon from your frozen fingers, passing it to Lemon and not letting your hands go “Good girl. Look at me. We gotta move, alright?” You nodded once, your head spinning, and Tangerine’s free hand cupped your face “He deserved it, I promise. You did well, so, so well.” Unsure of what answer would be appropriate, you followed him when he gently tugged you, his arm resolutely holding you against his side, his body shielding your eyes from keep staring at the corpse on the floor.

Lemon’s smile was as gentle as his brother’s grip around your shoulders when he opened the car door for you “Tangerine is right, you did nothing wrong. You saved our lives!”. The drive back to the hotel was unnaturally silent and keeping your body’s trembles at bay was the only thing distracting you from the thought of what you did.

Lemon proclaimed he needed a shower as soon as you set foot in the suite, and with great surprise, Tangerine didn’t go to his bathroom. Instead, he forced you to sit on the velvety sofa and gave you a glass of whiskey. His hands around yours, he helped you drink a sip of two. It was disgusting, but the warmth it spread in your limbs was welcomed. Tangerine smiled at you, tentatively “I need to shower as well. I suggest you do the same. It… helps, trust me.” It helped a bit, but the echo of the shot was still in your brain and the sight of the dead man planted in your brain when you reached them in the living room, seeing they had the room service deliver a dinner you barely touched. Nobody talked much and you felt their eyes checking every single movement. Lemon called your name “We are sorry things went shit like that.” You nodded, sipping a bit of water “It’s ok, I should have expected that sooner or later – well, it was meant to happen, right?”

That night you couldn’t sleep. Clearly. Maybe crying would have helped, but your throat felt dry and constricted, your eyes even worse. You were frozen in shock and fear. The bedroom seemed too little and the ceiling too close. With a gasp, you threw your covers away and quickly walked in search of fresh air. Tangerine was laying against the balcony’s railing in the living room. You hesitated, but he turned sensing your presence and motioned for you to go to the terrace with him.

“Can’t sleep?” a flicker of light sparked in the night and he lit his cigarette with expert gestures “Want one, love?” You didn’t know if it was his unexpectedly kind voice, or the fact that he used a pet name, or the fact that it felt as if the two of you were the only ones awake in the entire city, but you couldn’t answer, a painful lump of tears forming in your throat. You just hoped that the relative darkness of the terrace was enough to hide your distraught state.

“Perhaps I should go – I should go back inside,” you murmured, clearing your throat and clasping together your shaking hands. It was not a surprise, but a real shock when Tangerine took a step closer to you, his hands gently enveloping yours to steady them. You felt everything at once, your eyes finally swelling with tears, your lip wobbling, cheeks flushed in mortification and a not little amount of pleasure in having him so close, despite everything.

A huge sob escaped your contracted lips regardless of your valiant efforts to compose yourself.

Tangerine paused the tiniest fraction of a second before taking you in his arms. Pressing your face in the gentle curve where his neck met his shoulder, you wept and sobbed for what it felt an hour. Only when your sobs started to slow down enough for you to take a quivering breath, you realized Tangerine’s hand was moving in slow circles on your back, the other one lightly holding the back of your head. You knew you shouldn’t have lingered against Tangerine letting him softly cradle you, let alone closed your eyes focusing on your heartbeats.

Surely, he was going to recover from that moment of weakness soon enough, pushing you away and hurting your feelings. Feelings that you are too tired to hide anymore, at least to yourself. Pressing your forehead against his shoulder, you wondered when it happened, exactly. When did you develop feelings for him? When did you start hoping he would text or call about a job just to have the resemblance of a contact?

You should have known you were heading in that direction the moment you jumped on an airplane to Australia just because he was there. You should have suffocated whatever you felt but you couldn’t, and now your heart was at risk to be broken. You sighed against him. It was stupid, but oh you were so ready to take the risk.

“Better?” His voice was tender, tickling your temple. You straightened your shoulders, gently pushing against his body “A bit, yes. I’m sorry.” His hands slipped from your nape and your back, just to lend on your elbows, not really allowing you to go too far away from him “What the fuck are you sorry for, love?”

You laughed despite yourself at his quizzical face and choice of words, a solitary tear dropping down your cheek with the movement. Tangerine caressed it away with his thumb, following an imaginary path util he could reach your lower lip, slowly stroking it. The fire under your skin roared alive, making you feel giddy and tingly.

He slowly bent over, clearly giving you time to stop him, to walk away as you should have done if either of you had an ounce of common sense.

Tiptoeing, you instead surged forward, quickly mimicking his previous gesture, and grabbing his nape with shaking fingers.

His pleased laughter died against your lips, when you opened them for him, swallowing his thrilled groan, your doubts, the horror of that day. Every caress of his hands had you feel more centred again. Every swipe of his tongue against yours had you moan and push away bad thoughts. You wanted everything he could give you, and he felt so willing to indulge you.

Tangerine backed you up against the wall, keeping you pressed between the marble surface and his body, squeezing you so tight you weren’t sure off where he started and you ended.

“I’m so fucking sorry I pulled you into this mess,” he panted, his lips kissing every inch of your face he could reach “and you shouldn’t be around us. I can’t guarantee you it won’t happen again, love.”

“I know,” you replied breathlessly “I know. But you didn’t pull me, I decided to -”

He kissed you again, almost ferocious and then he breathed his confession against your swollen lips “I did it. Lemon didn’t want to get you involved this time, he suspected something was off before we arrived here. But -“

Tangerine stopped, his moustache twitching with the nervous movements of his lips “I wanted to see you and I didn’t want to simply pop up at your home and ask you out. Couldn’t risk embarrassing myself if you told me to fuck off, could I?”

You couldn’t hide your surprise and he grunted “I understand if you don’t want to have anything to do with me ever again. If I had listened to my brother... but you know how I am, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” you nodded slowly, hands caressing his handsome face “you are stubborn and have the mouth of a sailor, and care for the ones you love more than you care for yourself.”

“A pretty flattering portrait,” he smiled, grasping your wrist and pressing his mouth there.

“What happened wasn’t your fault. Or Lemon’s. You were right to mock me because I don’t usually carry a gun with me. I’ve been naive for too long, for someone working on this kind of job.”

“I wasn’t mocking you. I was laughing at myself, because you are too good for this life, too innocent, and I’m a dangerous man who does terrible things, and I should just tell you to fuck off and never return, you know?”

You nodded “Yes, but I wouldn’t listen to you if you tried.”

“Yeah, I feared that much.”

You hugged him, needing to let him know that you wanted this - him - as much as he did. Things weren’t going to be easy all the time, but you genuinely thought you could build something glorious together.

“Tangerine?”

“Yes, love?”

“As soon as we are back home, you are going to properly ask me out, ok?”

“More than ok.”

He sealed the promise with a kiss. You were in this together.

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