#you did not just read that mwa mwa

[nattyontherun]

More On To Oblivion:

hi-ho, can't sleep so since i've posted the fic already, short as it is right now, i thought hey! lemme just do some explaining for why the fuck it's the way it is?? that way i make my job less hard with the writer-y bits!

(i can't sleep so i'm talking,,,, shhh i didn't say that)

On the Rating:

thinking of changing that, actually . next chapter, so ch3, will be more of the same - build up for the plot at large which is, ngl, a wee bit more complicated than i thought it would be in writing ch1. i don't have a hard and fast, bullet pointed skeleton for every chapter but i've got a very generalized outline of things i want happening... and the fic being rated for Teens feels lacking. no it absolutely is lacking.

would it be disingenuous to leave it at T until the plot changes up enough to warrant a level up? or should i change the rating now and leave everyone to wonder at my justification as the fic (very slowly, UGH) progresses? questions, questions and no answers in sight as yet.

the cast!

unlike in HF where we really did just have like, two MAIN main characters in shisui and sasuke, to oblivion has an ensemble cast🙏 the taggings are listed in order of both how much of the character we'll see in-fic and how much we'll focus on them. where HF was all about growth and healing with minimal outside interference, this fic is... well it has a plot🥹

in one of those oneshots i wrote after HF, there's this scene where shisui rants up a storm at sasuke about konoha, how rotten it can get yk? just, having to live in the village knowing that the truth of your family's murder has been suppressed to keep the peace - when the "peace" used to justify that extermination didn't even last more than a handful of years. this fic directly confronts that. actually, it's specifically because every single character engages in the village whether as the leader, in kks' case, or as proponents to its growth and success post-war, its kind of a necessity that everybody has an opinion about what goes on yk?

i feel like ppl who came into the fic expecting romance and fucking are gonna be disappointed by that sjshsjshshsh there's gonna be SOME of that, but very minimally, and right at the end lmao. fic subscribes to the idea that there is no room for personal growth within self and relationships in an environment in perpetual turmoil lmao

the polycule 💃

it's still happened lmaooooo, like i just get crazier about the idea the more i sit with it! though, i forgot to say in the AN, and i'm too much of a sleepy cat to go back and edit it in, but i meant to mention that kakashisasu(???!!!ship name???!!!) isn't gonna be like a right angle. like... the dots connect in all directions despite how things are playing out rn! 🙏

i will say, however, that development for each relationship on a personal, one on one level, is different between each pairing because yk, they enter the story in different stages of their lives with different agendas and opinions abt each other. kkss are halfway in love already, but kkshs probably need to fight it out for another several dozen chapters before they can even stand to look each other in the eye without wanting to kill smth and that's not even touching shsasu who haven't!! even!! met up yet!!! (gawd what did i get myself into?? lmao😭)

the timeline

woof. the timeline! WOOF! HF had the benefit of sticking incredibly close to just one stream of happenings in a very linear format,,,, to oblivion? not so much. the past, whether it's ten years ago, during the fourth war or even just prior to the fic happening is AS important to the story as the story itself, unfolding. if i decided to tell this fic in a linear fashion, a, it would be very boring and retrace too much of canon and b, it would be very LONG. like staggeringly long, enough that i'd probably tire of writing the fic long before i even reached where we are right now in the fic - there is SO MUCH yet to uncover

what i will say is that canon largely stays the same except for some staple fanons of mine, some seen in HF, and others very specifically for this AU. for the obvs staples, there's madara is final baddie and no VOTE2 so no losing arms for either of my babies - god forbid. the major deviation from HF is that i've reduced how debilitating Ssk's mental health issues (if you will) can be in presenting themselves, though we do have some of it cropping up within the fic if you're the type who reads very line by line. there's also, ofc, the fact that shisui has been ALIVE for all this time - but i'll save all the explaining for that to shisui when the time is appropriate.

but yes, it's because the past matters SO MUCH for how this fic develops that i really saw no other way to progress with it than mixing everything up. and i do mean EVERYTHING. what i will say is that there are certain periods where we can kinda cluster scenes together to form an idea of how all this shit is happening only Now.

war/between canon era: so far we only got one scene from here, from ch2

pre-tribunal, post-war - a LOT of scenes fall here, so it's broken up even further into two periods: 1. while sasuke is incarcerated post 4th war and 2. after he's left incarceration but before the tribunal (ch1 has a LOT of afterward scenes, in particular)

pre-massacre: these scenes will tend to be more kkshs focused so happy hunting for when there's more of them!

pre-trial, present day after shisui appears: this is the main storyline and will be the easiest to follow, go figure!

pre-trial, immediately post-tribunal: i've only written perhaps a scene or two(?) from this period, i don't see it cropping up as much as the others because it's only there specifically for relationship and character building. i'm squeezing a lot of post-canon pre-fic character development in to explain away why some of our faves may be acting a wee ooc, and i can't begin to explain how consequential the tribunal is, personally and politically for all of team seven oh lawd😭

i can't stress enough that i drafted much of the bedrock of this fic immediately after HF,,,, but while my intention (heh, hehe) (translate what the characters before "to oblivion" stand for, okay, its funny i swear!) remains the same as what it was then, my focus has become more... hm, exacting. sharpened.

writing is an inherently personal affair, i think. to write is to put meaning to the thoughts that swim around your head, whether that's by poetry or prose, through the guise of imagery or character work. i write fic because i like writing fic, and wanna be able to read work that satisfies me personally. i've got an itch in my brain and to oblivion has become, essentially, an outlet for my thought process. so if there's anything you find in it that speaks of a very particular kinda way of thinking, shall we say, keep poking at it. i very much am having a conversation with you.

and that's a wrap, i have a shift in seven hours and i desperately need sleep sjsjsshhsshsh

[spoookyb0t]

Can you rank every carry on + character ever mentioned

OKAY ive been thinking about this for too long and i give up ouhh my ranking is under the cut but FIRST i have two things to say ...

numba one i made the list from memory but i Also intentionally left out people like swithin or baz' maid or whatever because ranking everyone irrelevent was driving me crazy bananas.. if i missed someone really important to You or anyone let me know and i'll add them ♥️ kiss

number 2 !! chaosites theres gonna be little spoilers here so if you Really care then get lost 💥💥💥 come back after my live blogs ... which will happen uhhhhhh Soon i promise..

and also others !! if you're worried about spoilers for the simon snow trilogy then get outta here !!

S TIER

Baz

Obviously.. he's kind of the most perfect character to me ever of all time i love him more than rainbow herself. I try to think of Good justification for putting him here like " ohhh he's so well written " and "i think it was really interesting how they made the vampire [ a common object of obsession/affection ] the one who's head over heels " or whatever and although thats all True i'm also just down horrendously bad he's kind of the love of my life

Simon

Obviously he's S tier he's The Main Guy. I don't really have any notes on him either Uhm read baz post again it kind of sums my feelings up also... [ feel free to ask specific questions about these two guys & i'll be able to talk about them better maybe.. ]

Penny

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY I LOVE PENNY !! I'm so glad her and baz are friends that was so lovely to me reading for the first time.. She spends like. most of her school life hearing about how terrible and awful and evil this guy is and then when she actually Meets him she's right about simon being dramatic I like to think that post-carry on she makes fun of simon all tha time for being a big baby about him... she's so smart and i'm glad that although Yes she is the smart one she's also so multi dimensional !! i like when she goes out of her way to be friends with agatha at christmas !! and i like how strong she is in her own opinions !! she's so cool i wish i was more like her it's really obvious rainbow cares about all of them and i really love it

Lamb

Hhhhhhhh i Love lamb he's the best like.. antagonist* of the series to me.... I really really wish wayward son was longer if for no other reason then baz got to hang out with him more. i KNOW people Won't agree with me on this But i really wish they spent more time together !! Baz has gone his WHOLE life with No other vampire " role model " or whatever [ not to mention no other queer people !! [ Well like simon but.. :sifUm: ] ] and i think it would have been really nice for him to make connections Outside of the watford group.. even though Yes he was kind of evil and likely predatory had baz chosen to hang out with him i think it would have been interesting to see baz talk to vampires more... especially ones who knew what they were doing... *unsure if he counts as one because he wasn't the Main one at least.. there's like a big bad and then a second guy I call the villain of all tha books and he was the second guy in wayward son

Shepard

TEEHEE i used to hate this guy i found him sooo irritating but he's kind of lovely im so sorry shepard. I like how baz and penny being big geniuses wasn't enough so they just got. a third guy. who knows more but also can't really Do anything about it on account of the no magic at all.. In awtwb when they revealed he was cursed too i laughed liek Yea Of course you are you can't go messing around with big magic guys and not get cursed this is general fantasy knowledge... silly..

A TIER

Agatha

She's in A tier and i DO feel bad doing this but i Really hate her in awtwb.. I'm so over my agatha hating arc but i think she deserved better. I'm not upset she's a lesbian !! I'm upset at how. Rushed it was.. if that makes sense .. it very much feels like when writing sequels rainbow Didn't know what to do about her character arc but didn't want to leave her alone [ she IS a romance author ] so she just kind of gave her a girlfriend out of nowhere.. i wish she got to run away from magick also !! i feel like carry on agatha would Hate being watford's goatherd and being constantly surrounded by it all. I understand people change but I feel like this would still go against her personal beliefs.. ESPECIALLY after all the shit she went through in wayward son I feel like she'd want a break now more then ever bleghhhhh

Ebb

BOOHOOHOO she's simons mom to me... Lucy would have been lovely but ebb was There for him and I think she deserves everything good in the world..

Natasha

no Big justification here except I think she is lovely but Also she hurts my heart to think about because baz is convinced she'd hate him and i Don't believe that to be true.. it really really sucks that he will never know though I think he deserves the closure and I hope he gets visited sometime down the line and she tells him otherwise..

Davy

AUGH my favorite part about him is how his story is told backwards.. like at first he just seems like a neglectful paternal figure to simon and then you realize his personal ambitions/motives for everything he does and you go crazy and then HE goes crazy and oughhhh ... davy is so cool.. he does Suck though a little bit but i think he was the best twist villain* there Could have been.. A tier though because I'm still not over ebb

Lucy

She's lovely.. it always breaks my heart that simon didn't realize he was getting his own visiting in carry on boo hoo hoo .. I also like how agatha saw her as a sort of inspiration, it's neat that her whole story is " oh !!! i want to be my own person out side of simon !!! " but one of her biggest inspirations is his mom and she doesn't know , theyre all connected...

Lady Ruth

AUH she's Lovely .. I really love any type of family magic / blood magic / whatever so I found her quite delightful.. Even though opening up awtwb for the first time and seeing her chapters i went !! who is this !! i Do wish everyday that Simon figuring out his family was handled differently, I feel like it would have taken more time than it did BUT I understand awtwb was quite long anyways..

Mordelia

putting her here is Very self indulgent i will admit, BUT i think about her and baz together a lot I think he would be such a good older brother..

B TIER

Nicodemus

the reveal him and ebb were twins was CRAZY but ultimately he was quite useless and I feel like he could have been more interesting !! I want to know what drove him to become a vampire who told him that was like . an option !! did he come up with it !! what happened....

Dev & Niall

I wish more was done with them.. I feel awkward putting them anywhere higher because theyre so Nothing but i like to think baz eventually invites them to start hanging out with the rest of the group and they become close with everyone, shepard Especially [ they find him fascinating.. spending so much time when they were young spent dealing with magickal politics that it's nice to talk to someone that. Wasn't around that ] but idk in canon they aren't really anything at all.. i do Not ship them though.. i know a lot of people do but i dont really care about them together..

Daphnee

She's a good step mom ! Just ignore the bit where she abandons her kids because she's convinced she can get better at magic !

Fiona

She used to be higher in my books and I wish i liked her more but she's less important to me now... I think it's ok it worked out this way though because she's shown early on as kind of a Cool role model for baz, and it is evident she cares about him a Lot.. BUT when it comes out in wayward son that she Knew what the tape recorder would do .. and even in carry on when she encourages him to take stuff for the sake of it.. its very obvious she's manipulating him because he's a child and looks up to her and idk.. I dont really care for her

Margaret

I think its funny how she assumed simon was more dragon then person.. I also think its funny that they all got kidnapped like theyre kind of having the worst road trip ever of all time .. I don't really think this was necessary BUT Simon is kind of a pathetic loser here and I get a little dizzy if im being honest so its worth it

Mitali

I'm glad she became headmistress after the mage I think she's so smart and I'm happy for her YAYYYAYAYAY But also she's really strict I think I'd be scared of her eek !! not much going on with her outside of this..

Smith Smith-Richards

Uhm to be honest writing this he's just . unmemorable. I will admit awtwb is my Least favorite of the books but smith is just so nothing to me... I think the idea of a " new chosen one " COULD have been really cool and I remember the First time I read it I thought he was neat but my hang up with awtwb is it seemed like the mage plots were second to making sure the couples had happy endings and I simply don't remember him being super cool or interesting.. i DO remember that he promised to Share his magic with people which i thought was really interesting i looved every approach to this.. treating magic like a fluid or whatever OUGH i really love the carry on magic system i get dizzy thinkign about it

Pippa

I'M FOREVER GREATFUL THAT BAZ GOT TO APOLOGIZE IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME ............ I was fairly confident she was just going to be a plot device in book one and just run away from magic bc of the whole no voice thing but when baz got to Talk to her in awtwb I was so happy ouhh...

Professor Minos

minotaur <3

Minty & Ginger

I'm glad Agatha has normal friends she tried so hard to separate herself from everything and I wish it worked out for her. I know they were at two separate points but WHATEVER grouping them together

Malcom

homophobe 🙄 jk uhmm hes whatever.. single dad for a while and he did a pretty good job so i think B is fair …

C TIER

Niamh

she is So nothing and i find her so irritating and i just dont like her i dont want to talk about her :thumbs down: C is probably a bit harsh I'm sorry I haven't read book three in a while

Braden

He's the worst of all the antagonists like agatha was just going on vacation why was she kidnapped by trust fund guys shut up. He's so annoying the now next is so stupid I hate him I see why people hate wayward son when this whole plotline exists Besides does it ever even get RESOLVED ??? It does but stupidly Ugh he's so irritating

Gareth

rolling my eyes

Micah

Broke Penny's heart BOO HOO HOO

[kxsagi]

hihihi!!! i was wondering if you could do a pt 2 of the bride's polaroid's but with rin, yukimiya, and any other characters u would like!! thank u mwa mwa :33

“𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐”

a/n: i'm glad that people are liking pt. 1! ofc i had to deliver pt. 2 and thank you for being patient 🤍

ft. itoshi rin, yukimiya kenyu, shidou ryusei

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧

he’s suspicious the second your maid of honor walks up to him with a sly smile and an envelope tucked behind her back. “she told me to give this to you before the ceremony,” she says, and rin takes it reluctantly, side-eyeing the bridesmaids giggling in the corner like this is a setup. 

because he knows you. and he knows that when you’re nervous, you get impulsive. he can already feel something unholy waiting inside that envelope, so he opens it slowly, heart thudding. 

the first thing he sees is skin. a lot of it. his entire body jerks like he’s been electrocuted. 

“what the fu–” he whispers, snapping the envelope shut like the polaroids personally insulted his blood pressure. he blinks at the floor, stunned, trying to reboot his brain. then he checks again, just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. nope. you’re definitely wearing that lace thing he told you he liked in passing once. only that lace thing. maybe less. 

he flips to the next photo and feels his soul leave his body. 

now his hands are shaking. he glances around, panicking. no one can see this. no one should see this. it’s a sin. he’s already planning to burn it and also guard it with his life. rin tucks the envelope inside his suit jacket with such urgency, you’d think it was a state secret. 

someone asks what it was and he glares, cheeks red. “mind your business.” 

later, when he sees you walking down the aisle, veil soft around your face, looking all angelic and innocent, he narrows his eyes. 

you are a menace, he thinks, heart racing. but also, you're his menace. 

and someone help him, he’s never been more in love. 

𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐮

when he’s handed the envelope, yukimiya thinks it’s a letter. a sentimental note. something poetic and sweet. so he opens it with this soft smile, already rehearsing the romantic things he’ll say to you after reading it. 

then he pulls out the first polaroid. 

and promptly forgets how to breathe. 

his eyebrows shoot up, lips parting in genuine awe. oh. oh, you didn’t write anything, you posed. posed in that lingerie set he half-jokingly sent you a link to two months ago. except now it’s not a joke, it’s very real, and he is officially the luckiest man alive. 

“my goodness,” he whispers, blinking at the photo like it’s the eighth wonder of the world. 

he’s quiet for a while. just taking his time with each polaroid. handling them like they’re priceless artwork. he’s not even thinking indecent thoughts, he’s just floored by you. by how beautiful you are. how confident, how thoughtful. it’s the most intimate kind of present. and it’s for him. 

when he finally looks up, his cheeks are flushed and there’s a dreamy glint in his eyes. “she really did this for me,” he says, to no one in particular, sounding absolutely smitten. 

one of the groomsmen teases him and he just laughs, all flustered. “i’m marrying the most stunning woman on the planet. i’m allowed to gloat.” 

he tucks the envelope into the inside pocket of his suit like it’s sacred and keeps checking it every few minutes, like he needs to reassure himself that it’s real. later, he pulls you into a quiet corner after the ceremony and leans in, voice low and warm. 

“those photos were dangerous,” he murmurs against your ear, brushing his lips over your cheek. “you’re not sleeping on our wedding night, you know that, right?” 

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢

the moment one of your bridesmaids slips him the envelope, shidou’s grinning like he’s just been handed a lottery ticket. “what’s this, huh?” he drawls, already shaking it next to his ear like it’ll talk back. “a secret mission from my sexy bride?” 

he doesn’t wait. he never waits. just rips it open right there with zero shame, surrounded by his groomsmen, a few cousins, and, unfortunately, your grandma. 

he pulls out the first photo. his jaw drops. 

“OH HELL YEAH,” he shouts, holding it up like it’s his new prized possession. “SHE’S TRYNA END ME BEFORE THE CEREMONY EVEN STARTS!” 

the room goes silent for a second. then erupts into chaos. people laugh, someone gasps, and your grandma clutches her pearls. but shidou? he’s thriving. flips through the photos like a guy watching a fireworks show. each new picture gets a new reaction – whistles, groans, straight up kneeling on the floor at one point. 

“this woman is gonna be the death of me,” he mutters dramatically, lying on his back like he’s been slain. “what a way to go though.” 

he clutches the envelope to his chest and looks up at the ceiling. “i love her,” he sighs. “she’s a freak and she’s all mine.” 

some poor relative tries to walk past and accidentally glimpses a photo, and shidou just shrugs. “don’t look if you can’t handle greatness.” 

he pockets the polaroids like a dragon hoarding treasure and proudly announces, “these are coming on the honeymoon. framed. maybe laminated.” 

and when you finally see him at the altar, he winks at you like you just told him a dirty secret. 

“you’re in so much trouble later,” he mouths. 

and he absolutely means it. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[hitomisuzuya]

HI SUZUUU, love ur writing always mwa, can i pls have a reader who always bares her neck during sex and scara is at first confused, but then he gets the hint that she wants yo be marked up, thank you!!

scaramouche x fem! reader. smut. biting/marking. creampie.

i blushed when i read this request ngl.

there has always been this peculiar habit of yours that scaramouche never could quite figure out. he is usually quick on the uptake, especially when it comes to you, but this for whatever reason just didn't connect with him.

even when he is fucking himself so deep inside you that he can barely think, you always without fail expose your neck to him. even when he is gripping your hips, fucking you stupid from behind, you made sure your hair was uncovering one side of your neck.

your neck is such a vulnerable area. why would you willingly expose something so fragile to him?

because he knows it's coming, scaramouche is anticipating it. truthfully, he always has even if he didn't entirely understand it. it sends such an erotic thrill through him, and it went straight to his cock.

you look so helpless caged in by his arms underneath him, a soft meel keening from you as his cock starts to stretch your pussy apart. so submissive tilting your head to side a little to show him your neck. it's almost like you want him to..

oh...

scaramouche laughs shakily as he bottoms out. "i get now," his cock only aches more having come to the realization. he moans as he pulls out halfway, only to bottom out again a little harder than before. "you enjoy submitting to me."

don't be too hard on him. he is used to brow beating people into submitting to him. it threw him when you oh so willingly did so. he always just thought he was overwhelming you so much while he was fucking you, moaning like a slut about from how good he was fucking you, that you just didn't fight it.

"it's all i have ever wanted to do," you manage between a moan as his cock kisses your sweet spot. he somehow felt even harder than he had been before. it was peculiar thing you couldn't explain. you even tested it by tightening your thighs and rocking your hips up a little into his cock.

the egotistical smirk on his face was quite frankly one for the ages. "is that right?" scaramouche licks his lips, and leans his head down. "you know, i have always thought this pretty skin looks way too unmarked. i can't have fuckheads trying to take what's mine," his tongue flicks out a long your pulse.

your breath hitches in your throat in anticipation, making his cock throb inside you. "if you wanted me to bruise that pretty neck of yours, you should've just asked," he realizes just how badly he has wanted to mark you the moment his teeth start to sink into your skin.

it would show everyone who you truly belong to.

scaramouche felt composure crack away from him. it sure didn't take long for your moans to rise in octave as his teeth sucked and bit at your skin, squirming underneath him and twitching as your walls squeeze snugger around his cock. he shudders as he thrusts, gathering a handful of your hair in his hand to hold your head in place.

his mouth moves with a purpose. he needs these bruises to be deep, he can't help himself. the closer he moves to your throat, the dizzier with love he is. you are trusting him so much letting him bite at your throat.

the sensation of his teeth on your skin only makes you wetter. you writhe underneath him, putting a hand on the back of his head to press his mouth onto your neck. "harder, please! it feels so good!" you cry out as your clit swells and throbs more, moaning like you have just gotten something you'd been deprived of for years.

scaramouche moans as his cock pulses cum inside you, moving his mouth right next to your throat. "don't you worry," his tongue slides across your throat, soothing your inflamed and already purpling skin, "they'll all see who you belong to."

[hotteokyu]

Ice on her Lips

Synopsis ~ Gifted with the curse of immortality, you are the northern princess that each kingdom desires to grasp. You hide within the northern army as an infamous general, fighting for your kingdom's treasure with ease... until a soldier from the east kingdom, whom you can never overpower, discovers your identity. The water is warm, but his lips are warmer, and you suddenly never want to return home. Even if you give your greatest enemy your sacred gift, you wish to stay in his enchanting hold.

Pairing ~ enemy!seonghwa x enemy!princess!reader

Word count ~ 5.3k

Genre / warnings ~ historical-ish, fantasy, romance, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, enemies-to-lovers, violence, war, blood, suffering, reader has white hair for plot, kissing, outdoor / semi-public sex, underwater play (?), the cave makes his soft noises really loud, he tries to gain control but he's a mess, unprotected sex, they almost get caught, oral sex (female receiving), hand job (hardly), he cums on his own, he cums untouched once, they're very mean (´‸`), desperate sex, just read it

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ! ! !

a/n ~ please enjoy! mwa ᯓᡣ𐭩

     You fight for your kingdom. You fight for its treasure which thousands have fallen to protect. You fight for your precious life, and that is why you are regarded with the highest rank and greatest respect.

     Because you fight for the kingdom’s treasure. 

     Because you are the kingdom’s treasure. 

     Your men don’t know you’re the princess that they are meant to die for. Your enemies don’t know you are not the general they desire to kill with every fiber of their being and dignity as a soldier. 

     It is your greatest amusement, watching your enemies fall at your feet with such hatred in their glare at the one thing they desire so greatly.

     You are the princess of the northern kingdom. Your skin is cold as frostbite, but warm blood streams healthily throughout their vessels. Your hair is white as the snow leopard which hides deep within your icy soul. You are a beauty, and you have the one thing all men wish to obtain. Immortality. 

     Although that term is very misleading, it is more or less true. You are gifted with everlasting youth and health until you die by a sword to your frozen heart. You have the ability to give any one being your gift. 

     Your northern kingdom wishes to let you live as any princess would until you pass peacefully. They believe immortality should not be brought upon any man or woman. Again, they do not realize it isn’t quite immortality. Nonetheless, the four kingdoms are at constant war, fighting to obtain the princess or protect the princess from the wrong hands.

     “Where are your men?” 

     You don’t turn your head, your eyes focused on pulling your warm gloves over your bruised hands. You recognize his voice, the man whom you happen to come across at least once a week in battle. He’s a general from the east, dressed in complete black from his long, bunned hair to his horse. 

     “I’m on vacation today,” you say softly, leaning back on your hands as you peek over at him. “Didn’t you hear? The princess died. Fight’s over.” 

     He huffs a laugh, smiling as he glances over at the entrance to the cave you’re resting in, sitting atop your beautiful white horse. 

     “Your men are missing as well,” you point out, eyeing the entrance. There’s no commotion or presence. He’s alone.

     “I came here to rest,” he says.

     “I doubt that,” you sigh. “Did you follow me here? Think I’d undress? Per-”

     “I think it’s time one of us dies,” he interrupts. “Men are falling at our sides and yet here we stand unharmed. We must fall alone for the sake of what will come of this war.”

     You tilt your head. How virtuous. “And what if you fall?”

     “So be it,” he answers confidently. “But I will not.”

     “I don’t think you understand why I’m so good at what I do, Park Seonghwa,” you whisper. Your tiny voice echoes throughout the cave, and your footsteps bounce from the walls as you dismount your horse.

     He comes down to your level, his boots clacking softly against the wet rock. He towers over you, but he doesn’t look so intimidating off of his stallion. He reaches out and taps your helmet curiously.

     “Is it this?” he asks. “You hiding something under there?” 

     You smile softly. “Let’s fight to the death,” you say. “Then we’ll find out.” 

     Seonghwa overpowers you with his pure strength, but you have an immaculate technique to counter. He’s good with his sword, but he’s so predictable. It’d almost be boring if not for his constantly trying to run at you and put you down. What kind of strategy is that? It’s pathetic. I guess he’s trying to use your weakness, but, really, let’s be serious. 

     But brute strength and better technique do balance out a little more than you’d like. It’s been hours of back-and-forth jabs and deep slices, and you’re both bleeding puddles onto the rocky cave ground. You’re panting, bent over as you clutch your trembling arm. You’ve lost your sword at this point, your fist curled tight as if you could deal a punch on this man while you weren’t about to pass out. 

     Seonghwa isn’t much better, but he’s standing tall, his sword snapped in two at his feet. He’s dripping streams of blood from his limbs, but he puffs his chest out in a laugh. He takes a trembling step forward, his expression remaining calm despite the tremors of his limbs. He reaches out slowly, and you can’t find it in you to stop him.

     As your helmet crashes to the floor, the metal clanking and echoing aggressively until it rolls to a stop, your hair falls into its natural place, covering your face from his faltering gaze. His fingers gently touch a strand, slowly following it to its tip without disturbing its soft delicacy. 

     “You understand now?” you choke out, trying to hide your fear. Seeing what you desire most practically in your hands could drive a man mad. Fuck technique, he could take you right now, and you won’t be able to stop him. It’ll all be over. 

     “I understand,” he says quietly. You lift your head in choppy, trembling movements. “Your kingdom does not understand your gift’s beauty, so they have thrown you to the one place where you can die.” 

     You clench your jaw. He’s hardly holding your hair between his fingers with any determination, but it feels like a tight leash. You can’t back away. “You don’t understand, then,” you say.

     “Princess.”

     Your leg shoots up to his face, and he grabs your calf, a deep scowl running over his soft features. He pushes your leg away, but you push harder until he slams into the ground. He grips your hair, pulling you with him with a harsh tug, and you immediately slam your hands into his throat, sitting your knees on the deep slashes on his arms. You dig your broken fingers into his neck, his eyes wide and arms useless. He grits his teeth, desperate to breathe as he squirms under you. His eyes never leave yours, his pupils contracted to thin slits of livid warning. As you eye the shards of his sword, preparing to end this once and for all, you hear a roar of footsteps coming from outside the cave.

     You grunt, throwing yourself away from him and sprinting further into the cave. You hear him cough and gasp, stumbling pathetically behind you as you escape into the darkness.

     You’ve been hiding behind a waterfall for hours. It’s cold, your clothes soaked in blood and mist from the splash of the water. You’re far from the cave, having found a small hole to escape from. You’re hidden carefully where no one should find you. 

     And you don’t know what to do.

     You’re cold and hungry. You’re too cautious to go out to find food. You’re too injured to move much anyway. You’ve wrapped up your cuts with strips of fabric from your clothes, but that’s all you can do. Your satchel is back with your horse. You think you should call for help. But… What if Seonghwa was right? Your kingdom had always expressed their hatred for your gift. You had wanted to be a soldier since you were young, but… normally kingdoms don’t let their princesses go to war, do they? 

     You sigh, resting your head against the damp rock behind you. “I don’t know,” you mumble, gazing out through the gentle stream of water at the entrance to the cave. 

     You hardly hear the gentle rustling of the flowers beside the pond, but you quickly scoot yourself deeper into the darkness when you see two black boots appear. It’s Seonghwa.

     “Are you kidding me?” you say through tightly gritted teeth. 

     He’s standing there, but he doesn’t look like he sees you. He looks calm, eyes gazing at the soft ripples of the water. His hair rests gently against his neck, wavy and thick, almost reaching his shoulders. He runs his rough fingers through the top, ruffling it lightly. He won’t see you. He’s off guard now. He’s alone. 

     You sit up slightly. He’s alone, off guard. You should kill him. You look around with your eyes without making any sudden movement. There’s hardly anything around you. No loose rocks or sticks. It’s all just… You spot a sharp rock from you. He’ll definitely see you. There’s no way you can reach it without him seeing you. Anyway, there’s no way you could muster the strength to crawl over there. You’re involuntarily limp. You should just pray he leaves. Don’t get into a fight. 

     But you eye him and start to panic when you spot him dipping his bare feet in the water, his shirt gone, and his hands working at the strings of his pants. How did he get undressed so quickly?? Is he seriously going to bathe in the middle of his enemy’s land?? 

     He pauses, though, and you nearly breathe a sigh of relief, your shoulders releasing their tension slowly. His muscles and scars flex as he turns slightly, his head tilting back into a small roll, stretching his stiff neck. He looks tired, his lips parted softly, eyes closed gently. He’s certainly doing better than you, but you definitely made him too weak to fight for a while. He lets out a soft sigh, and your ears perk up at the sound, the slight vocalization of his low voice rumbling gently through his chest. 

     “Princess…”

     Your ears fall, your expression blank. You don’t breathe, don’t think. 

     “Let me treat your wounds,” he says, tilting his head forward as he eyes the stream of water protecting you from his view. Or perhaps not. 

     But you remain still. Why would you go out? Even if it’s petty, you won’t give up. Even if it’s useless, you shouldn’t just hand yourself over.

     “Or will you watch me undress and bathe like a pervert?” he asks, and it gains him a scurry of trembling legs against the slippery cave floor. 

     You’re not just giving yourself to him… He’s going to heal you, and then you’ll run away. You won’t fight him. You won’t let him take you. You’ll run far…

     You can hardly climb down onto the soft grass, and you land harshly on your hands. Your arms fail to prop you up, so your face lies against the fluff of the damp green. He’s slow and cool as he walks over to you, kneeling beside you. He doesn’t touch you or say anything. He gazes at you for a second, your white locks stained by the puddles of your blood. Your bandages have done nothing to stop your bleeding.

     His fingers graze your hair before he lifts your head slightly. You groan, your head pounding as he lays it atop a soft fabric. 

     “Just lay here,” he says quietly. “I will take care of your wounds.” 

     His touch is so delicate. As much as you want to push him away, you want to pull him closer and have him caress your poor body like this forever. As much as you want to run away, you want to sink into the grass and fall asleep to his gentle breaths. 

     Your eyes open drowsily, hardly able to roll back into place, as you’re surrounded by warm, gentle water. The lake envelops your stinging limbs, and it numbs the feeling that you’re so used to. It should enhance the pain, and yet you feel weightless, skinless, boundless, yet still calm and sleepy. 

     “I used an ointment from the east,” he says below his breath, so quietly. “It’s very efficient,” he takes a soft breath, “and it’s lovely.” His voice is beside your ear, and you know his body is touching yours in familiar, intimate ways. But his voice is enchanting, lulling you to a hazy clarity of calm. “Are you hungry, princess?” he asks.

     One of his arms wraps around your waist, which is bare, as his skin directly slides along yours. Your cushion is his lap, but that is clothed as it should be. As he reaches for a basket along the grass beside the water, his chest leans further against your back. You gaze down with a warm, slow breath. Your chest is covered. He’s a kind monster at least.

     “Here,” he says, holding a container of fresh water up for you to take. Your hands tremble but can hardly move. Your head tilts to the side in a weak frustration. Your head is so fuzzy. It doesn’t hurt any longer, but you can’t seem to take control of any of your movements. Perhaps you’ve lost far too much blood. “Princess,” he whispers, and you hum in weak acknowledgment. With a sigh, he brings the container to your lips, but you can hardly form any shape with them, and the water flows quickly to the pond beneath the target. He takes it away with a soft grumble. Then, he brings it to his own lips, takes a small sip, and his other hand lifts your chin gently.

     His lips barely touch yours, just slightly to open your wide enough for the water to pass through. When he leans away, his fingers close your jaw, and you swallow weakly, your brows knitted together in relief as your horrible thirst is finally starting to be quenched. 

     He takes another sip and repeats, his head tilting slightly in something you would hardly call a kiss. But as you swallow, the sharp pain in your throat begging for more, your useless fingers claw gently at his side, and he pauses in his tracks, his eyes searching for what’s wrong. You can’t speak. You need more. He needs to hurry. 

     Your head trembles as you lift it slightly. “M-more,” you mumble. You should just drink it yourself. Fuck, you need more.

     He hurries to take another sip, and you meet him in the middle, smashing your lips against his. His body lifts a little as you push forward. You swallow the water quickly, and he tries to go away, but he’s going too fucking slow. Your lips move desperately against his, your throat burning with need.

     “P-Princess,” he gasps, turning his head away quickly. He grabs the container and takes a larger sip, bringing it back, and you’re on top of him before he can turn completely. Your wounds are healing fast with this lovely ointment, and your hands can finally move as you grab the back of his neck and pull his lips down onto yours. There’s more this time, and you swallow hard, pushing your tongue into his mouth to find whatever you can before he has to leave again. “There’s-” he gasps, “no- more-” 

     Your fingers slide through his damp hair, soft and thick against your rough hands. He’s curled over you, your back arched as you pull him desperately closer. Fuck, you’re hardly even thirsty anymore. His taste, his gasps, his vulnerability, and his kindness. You need more. As your fingers slide through his hair, he groans softly. It probably feels good. Someone like him has never felt such love, such care and affection. You want to give it to him so bad. You should repay him for his kindness. 

     You break away, panting and flushed. His eyes are hooded, his lips puffy as he leans toward you. His cheeks are a light pink, hair disheveled. What a beautiful sight.

     Your lips find his jaw, feeling it clench as you trail soft pecks down to his neck. His skin is soft here, untouched. You nibble lightly on the skin and listen to his gentle shiver as you give kitten licks to ease the sting. You graze your teeth against him as you open wider, teasing the skin as you press lightly down. His hands slide across your thighs, squeezing them as he lifts his chin a little more, giving you more access. 

     Thumping footsteps make both of you jump, and a deep, obnoxious voice calls out, “Seonghwa!” He pushes your head harshly under the surface, and everything else is muffled for you. His hands quickly gather your hair and hold your strands tightly so they won’t float everywhere.

     You open your eyes slowly, listening intently to the voices above. Seonghwa is looking behind him, speaking, but you can’t make anything out. You won’t die or anything, but, if you run out of air, you’ll pass out. You really don’t want to deal with that right now.

     Pressing your lips together tightly, you lower your eyes to his body to occupy your mind while you wait. Fuck, his bare, hard chest and defined stomach sitting right in front of you... He should really thank you for this body. Fuck, he’s beautiful. Really, it’s because of you he’s had to train so hard. 

     His… oh…? You raise a brow as your eyes land on his crotch. He’s wearing black briefs, his thighs thick and hard, but not harder than his cock. The bulge is big and hard to miss, straining against the fabric. It doesn’t leave much of anything to the imagination. The tip is outlined, the shape of him defined in detail just for you. How is he so worked up from a few innocent kisses? 

     You glance up, and he’s taking his sweet time talking to those men. You’re going to run out of air soon, but this fucker doesn’t care, does he? He thinks because you’re immortal you can just sit under water like it’s nothing. 

     You huff, a small bubble of air floating to the surface, and you grab his cock. He jumps, his hand tightening around your hair and pulling lightly in warning. But you don’t let go. He’ll get them out of here, or his dick is gonna fall off. 

     It’s heavy in your hand, though still covered by the fabric. You wonder how thick it’d feel out of the water, just resting in your hand. You wonder how he’d sound if you gripped it hard and stroked him until he came with a pathetic whine. You swallowed hard, feeling it pulse in your grip. 

     Feeling newly frustrated, you look up, and he’s still talking. What the fuck is there to even say? You grit your teeth and grab the band of his briefs, pulling them down until his cock slowly comes out, floating to hit against his stomach. He pulls more harshly on your hair, and you groan. It doesn’t hurt underwater. Everything feels numb and weightless. It just tickles a little. Maybe it’s because you’re losing air, and your head is feeling foggy, but you want to push him further. You want him to hurry, but you also want to torture him just a bit. 

     You wrap your hand around him, your fingers almost able to touch but not quite. He’s so hard, twitching in your hold and shivering as you slowly glide your hand up to the tip. You watch his stomach tense up at every subtle movement. He sinks a bit further into the water as your thumb brushes over the slit. He’s throbbing at this point. Maybe being watched is getting him off. Maybe he likes the thrill of possibly getting caught. 

     You stroke him slowly, feeling every vein and unique shape, mesmerized by how his entire body shudders when you do something he likes. Fuck, you want to hear him. He’s so stern and confident, but, look at him, he’s trembling just for you. 

     You stroke him a little faster, your air running thin quicker and quicker and time moves fast. He grabs your wrist, and suddenly, you’re lifted from the water. 

     You gasp for air, coughing and taking long, deep breaths. He pats your back as you grasp his shoulders, wiping at your eyes as you try to see again. Fuck, your head hurts. That was close. You really thought you would pass out there. 

     “Fuck, Seo-” He grabs your body and lifts you over his shoulder. Your upper body hands against his back as he holds you there by your thighs. Your wet hair dangles into the water, floating along the surface like a spider’s web. “What are you-!”

     He grabs the waistband of your pants and pulls them down, discarding them somewhere, and suddenly your ass feels very fucking cold. You squeak pathetically as his hand digs into your flesh, his fingers slipping slightly into the wetness of your core. 

     “Since you seem to like games like this, we should keep playing, right?” he practically growls. You feel a thick finger slowly slide through your slick, and you shiver. It slips through your soaked lips and teases your hole before moving away completely. “Who knows who might come and see us, princess?” he says, his voice low and thick with anger. 

     You try to spout something back, but he slams two fingers into your hole, and a long, pathetic moan is all you can utter. Your legs try to spread wider, but they can’t move, and it makes everything so tight. Fuck, he’s ramming his fingers against your walls, and you tremble, your moans airy as you struggle to breathe and absorb the pleasure at the same time. 

     “Someone could be watching right now,” he says. “Maybe it’s your men. They’ll watch their great general cum on their enemy’s fingers.”

     His teeth graze your side before biting down on your flesh. You whimper, his every word and- No, no, what the fuck are you doing? You let him have his way as soon as he gave you something good. You groan as you reach into the water and search until you find his cock. You grab it tightly, and his pace falters.

     “Princess,” he warns, but both of you stop as soon as you hear a slight rustling in the woods.

     Your body is slammed into the water, and he follows right behind this time. He urges you to swim toward the waterfall, and you get there before him, pulling him to the surface quickly, and his hand wraps around your mouth as you go to say something. 

     “I swear I saw her come this way!” a young man shouts. “Look! She must have been here!” He must be pointing to Seonghwa’s bag, which was beside the river.

     Seonghwa is pressed against you, your back to the rock path which you had been resting on before he found you. The cave is dark and silent as you both listen intently. 

     “She’s most certainly been captured,” a deep, nasty voice declares. You know that voice all too fucking well, and your eyes grow wide. The king. “Follow the river to the northern kingdom. It is where she must be!”

     There are too many footsteps to count as his army does as they’re told. Everything goes silent again, and you release the breath you didn’t realize you’ve been holding. You should have called out for them, but it hardly even crossed your mind. Why? 

     Turning back to Seonghwa here, you don’t even care about going home.

     Neither of you even question it. You don’t care.

     He lifts you onto the rock and spreads your legs, your hips right against the edge. His warm breath fans over your thighs as he gazes into your eyes. Your cheeks are so hot despite the cool air against your wet skin, and you lean back onto your hands with a soft sigh. You watch as his gaze fixes on your pussy, a low groan tingling your ears. 

     One of your hands comes to his head, your fingers tangling in his hair as he kisses your inner thigh softly. His lips press against your slick, and you whimper, biting your lip as his brows lift at the taste of you. His eyes roll to a close, his tongue licking a thick strip from your hole to your clit, and you tremble, your ears twitching as the wet sounds of him against you are enhanced by the cave walls. 

     His hands grip your thighs as he sighs, his lips moving like a kiss against your pussy, his tongue flicking your clit and tasting your sweet slick desperately.

     “Fuck ngh~” you whine, your hips grinding against his tongue. “S-Seonghwa, Seonghwa~” Your words are airy and slurred, your eyes shaking as they roll to the back of your head with every suck and lick against your clit. His breathing is getting heavier, and you notice the lack of one of his hands on you. “Seonghwa, Seonghwa, sstop, I’ll h-hellp yoou,” you mumble, pushing his head away, but he doesn’t move. His lips move faster, his tongue burying deep in your hole, and your back falls to the rock, your legs trembling as he fucks your soaked hole with his tongue. “Hhwa, Seonghwa mm~ Hwa, llet me, pleease,” you beg, feeling his rhythm pick up, the heat and pleasure building quickly. “No, no,” you whine, a tear slipping down your burning cheek. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, Seonghwa.” You grind your pussy against his lips as your body trembles in pure ecstasy. You let out a desperate moan as he flicks his tongue over your clit, riding out your orgasm until you’re limp, shaking under him. 

     “Good girl,” he mumbles, leaving a peck on you as he backs away.

     “Shut the fuck up,” you growl, grabbing his hair. You sit up, closing your legs with a huff. “Fuck me. Right now.” His eyes grow a little wide, and you quirk a brow. “What’s wrong? Did you already cum?” He doesn’t answer, and you tug on his hair harder. “All on your own?” You laugh in disbelief. “Get out of the water.”

     He climbs onto the rock, and you push him onto his back, straddling his lap. Suddenly he’s so quiet. Suddenly his dick isn’t a hard, throbbing mess. You scoff, gripping him and pressing your pussy against him. He groans, his brows furrowed as you grind slowly. 

     “That wasn’t very nice of you, Seonghwa,” you spit, humming softly at the little bits of pleasure your clit gets. “Especially toward a princess.” You feel him growing harder in your grip, and you smile. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” 

    He’s silent, his soft breaths the only answer.

     “Of course, not,” you say. “Cumming all on your own. I didn’t even get to see your pretty face.” You reach out and push back the little hairs covering his eyes. You grab his chin harshly and pull him toward you. You smash your lips against his, grinding your hips harder as you feel him grow stiff. He whimpers against your mouth, his hands grabbing your hips and trying to still you, so you drop him with a huff. He groans as his head hits the floor, but before he can recover, you're lining his dick up to your hole. 

     “P-Princess,” he whimpers, his eyes rolling back as you sink onto his thick cock. Your lips puff out as you stifle a moan, his tip rubbing just the right spot, so deep inside you. You place your hands on his chest, your head hanging as you get used to the stretch. 

     “Y/n,” you whisper, afraid your voice will fail you if you try to speak. “Say my name,” you whine, “please, say my name, fuck ngh~”

     His cock twitches as he suppresses the need to thrust into your tight, soaked hole. “Y/n,” he gasps as you lift your hips slowly and drop back down. “Y/n, y/n, princess, do that again, fuck~” 

     As you lift your hips again and slam them back down, you collapse onto his chest with a soft cry. You let your hips do the work, your mouth devouring his as you fuck yourself on his cock. His hands grip your hips, pushing you down faster when you lift up. He wants to melt into you, this feeling making his entire body shudder with pleasure. His cock rubs against your walls and hits you just right, and you’re literally drooling into his mouth as you moan his name. 

      “Y/n, Y/n! Y/n, baby, you’re so tight,” he moans. “Are you gonna cream on my cock for me, princess? Come on, I know you’re close.” He plants his feet and grabs your hips, thrusting up into your pussy as you slam down. He picks up the pace and your head falls to his chest, your body limp as he fucks you desperately. “Come on,” he begs. “I’m gonna cum~” He hiccups. “Together, baby, come on, please~” He bites your shoulder as he tries to stop his moans, but his voice only gets louder as his thick, warm cum fills your pussy. Your eyes roll back as you feel him stuff you full, but it’s just not enough to make you cum. You can’t see his beautiful face. 

     So you lift off of his cock, his cum spilling out of you quickly, and you straddle his head, sitting your pussy against his lips. You watch his hazy eyes spill soft tears as he laps at you, drinking his own cum and your sweet slick. It doesn’t take much as he fucks you on his tired tongue, your pussy grinding on him at your own pace, for you to cum, whimpering and gasping as your body shakes with bliss. You watch him tremble as his cock spurts again, his face contorting beautifully just like you’d wanted to see. 

     You sit beside him and admire his beauty, completely limp on the rocky floor. He’s wet with tears and cum, and his stomach is messy with his release.

     You lean down and lick from his stomach to his soft cock, cleaning his cum off of his body. He shivers gently until you’re done, and you lay beside him.

     Your clothes have all dried, the sun warm against your skin as you both lay in the grass. There’s a comfortable yet questioning silence in the air. What now?

     “I don’t think I want to go home,” you say, gazing at the thin clouds and gentle sway of the trees. 

     Your answer is obvious. You want to live freely. But you know there’s no possibility of that ever happening. You know, whether you go home, where you’re resented for your gift, or go with Seonghwa, where you are desired for your gift, you will never be free. 

     “You were right. What you said when we had our duel.” He quirks a brow. “They sent me out to die.” 

     “Shall we just kill the northern king, then?”

     You whip your head toward him, his smile teasing as he gazes at you. 

     “You’re joking,” you sigh, turning away. 

     “I’m not.” He sits up with a small grunt. “Let’s take over the northern kingdom.”

     “Hell no,” you spit, propping yourself up on your hands. “Seonghwa, you're an eastern general. I’m not starting shit with you.”

     “So what do you want?”

     He looks at you silently. There isn’t a word in his eyes, and it forces you to think. What the fuck have you been doing your whole life besides killing to protect your fucking immortal gift? And the northern king refuses to use it. He wants you and your gift dead, but… what do you want? 

     “I want the fighting to stop,” you say. “I want men to stop dying for their greed.”

     “What do you want, princess?” he asks again. “Forget your gift. What do you want?” 

     You glance down at your clothes, dirty and old. A man’s clothes which you never really wanted to wear. The thrill of the battlefield is what keeps you moving, but you’ve always desired what could’ve been without your immortality. 

     “Shall we?” you mumble, gazing up at Seonghwa. “Shall we just kill him?” 

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[coyle-and-co]

franco did always have such a mouth on him

au ramble beneath the cut because it’s my blog and i get to post what i want (it’s super long)

if ! you have noticed there are two versions of dolly that i draw, one with the gas mask and long, shaggy hair and one without and more refined

that’s because i have two separate aus for my ocs !! Howler and Gas mask Dolly are post!murkoff, which takes place with in the canon of outlast trials so not very exciting i know

pre!murkoff is where i get DEVIOUS because i am incredibly attached to pre!m Dolly HAHA

Pre!Murkoff dolly is a washed up speakeasy jazz singer preforming at one of the many casinos owned under Franco’s “business”, not like Dolly’s aware of who Franco really is outside of his moniker of “il Bambino”. He knows of him, knows his reputation but he’s never seen him before and doesn’t really give a shit about him as far as he’s concerned

However…! One night franco actually happens to be there at the same time as Dolly preforming, and he gets all googoo eyed because in his mind there’s a really pretty broad up on stage singing the blues to him, it’s not love at first sight because all Franco wants to do his have Dolly put his heel through his throat

Of course, Franco can’t do anything normally and gets a bit pushy about getting dinner, and Dolly’s broke so thinks he could just steal his wallet or flirt him into paying his rent. Franco is unaware that he’s on a date with a dude, and is just happy someone seems interested

Franco does eventually find out Dolly’s not female and he’s mad about it but mostly that he didn’t figure it out. Despite the fact they can’t actually stand each other most of the time they’ve grown so used to being in each others presence that they don’t like being apart

Salvatore comes to visit Franco, since in this AU they do have connection it’s just minimal. Basically he got wind Franco’s been seen with the same “woman” (hah) repeatedly. Franco rightfully panics because oh my god what if his father finds out he’s seeing Dolly? What if he finds out Dolly’s a man? Franco blurts out that they’re getting married that’s why, and Sal just looks at him like he doesn’t believe him and tells Franco he pities Dolly

Franco convinces Dolly to actually marry him, but there’s no wedding, no reception, just a trip to the courthouse to sign a few documents. They’re legally married, and they hate each other

because i hate allowing gay people to be happy they do not say “i love you”, they argue day in and day out over things that wouldn’t matter, Dolly throws Franco out more times than he can count. But they know every fine detail about each other’s behavior and lives. Dolly even fully accepts Franco’s manchild-ness, though he does get disgruntled at times

Eventually it all leads to one massive argument and Franco calls things off and storms out, because well, they don’t love each other, but those few days apart suck was and they can’t be away for long. Franco goes back to Dolly’s rundown apartment and lets himself in since he never did change the locks.

Dollys got no make up on, curled up in bed tear stained, and ends up sobbing at Franco about how he genuinely does care for him, can’t picture spending his life with someone else, how he wants to grow old together - but he doesn’t say i love you (they never do they both die and never utter i love you)

Franco blue screens for a bit but it does help their relationship at least somewhat

okay ramble over if u read all of this ily mwa mwa

[rsventhesecondd]

headcannons , ┓

• →  Featuring . Hiragi Toma as your FUBU  !

☁️┆ ⤿ request by  @anon :3 ༺  ╰ ღ WBK :  requests open  ╯🦢

• HIRAGI TOMA as your fubu — headcannons ! •

warnings . contains nsfw , degrading , pet names , semi-public sex , fluff , all characters used are aged up to 18 , f!reader + not proof read yet . note . some parts may seem rushed or ooc in other peoples opinion. english isn't my first language, so please bare with oncoming vocabulary or grammatic mistakes.  ๑❛ᴗ❛๑ authors note . this is slightly rushed since I'm in the midst of my exams , and I feel bad for making you wait for too long :( so I decided to work on this !! And I wasn't really sure about the layout, but nevertheless— please enjoy reading !

fubu!hiragi , who always has a mouthful about being punctual— and when you do show up just a few minutes late than your 'scheduled' time, get ready to have your ears ringing from his 'you're late' , 'how many times have we talked about this' – causing you to roll your eyes. He's never really gonna let this go, isn't he? Not atleast without a kiss.

"You're 4 MINUTES late!" Hiragi said, looking at his watch. "Damn, 'm sorry? Kotoha needed help" You said, panting from the running you did to get there as fast as you can. He deadpans, his gaze now lingering at you; eyes softening up ever-so-slightly at your state. Ah, he just realized. He never really cared or asked about the situations or reasons about people being late before giving them a mouthful. But somehow, during the times he's spent with you— he finds himself being more understanding. "You really-" he says, slightly pausing. "Just.. try to be more punctual next time." "And—" mwa , you pull away with a subtle smile of victory. Well, too bad now you're getting pulled in for more.

fubu!hiragi , whos health issues suddenly fade away when he's doing it with you. His stomach hurting? That's the least of his worries. He'll just devour a whole pack of gaskun 10's ; but right after he devours you.

"Huh? What're you worried about?" He says with a somewhat offended tone as you asked him if he took his daily dose of medication. You wouldn't want him in pain just for your needs. But who do you think you're talking to? "I'm taking my most effective medicine over here." He added, teething on your nipples.

fubu!hiragi , who can and WILL use you as a stress reliever. He'll complain about how those 'little rascals' won't listen to him, he'll complain about Umemiya being a pain in the ass, he'll complain about this, about that; his pace growing rough with every complain he cusses out— with you only spitting out moans in response, you can't even understand half of what he's saying. But who cares?

"S' fucking annoying." He said, his hips slightly moving up an angle that hits just the right spot. "F-Fuck! Hiragi-" You moan out, saliva dripping down your bruised lips. "Can't even begin about that little brat Sakura is. " — he pulls out mid sentence , then going all in with a rough thrust. Those small attempts of your protests mean nothing; not when you're both feeling this good.

fubu!hiragi , who says that you'll need 'extra training' as punishment because you kept getting late during his time. Not on purpose obviously, I mean– who would want to get punished by someone like him?

"Hah.. look at you, you're getting turned on by this, aren't you?" He mocked , roughly pounding you against one of furins graffitied walls. "So desperate for my dick that much? You wanna get punished that badly, huh?" Hiragi added , pressing his index finger against your clit. "Answer my question" You nod furiously as your head lies against the cold concrete. "Need to be punished. S'badly please.."

fubu!hiragi , who has girth— 8 inches long , 8.57 when hard . 4.21 inches wide, cleanly shaved , circumcised , and has a real veiny cock; going over from his balls to his tip, and when you flatten your tongue against it– he just cums. But no way he's ever gonna admit that.

"Fuck." He muttered out, biting his lips unconsciously as he tried to silent his groans out. Can't have people knowing that one of furins strongest kings get humbled over something like this.

fubu!hiragi , who just gets so turned on when he sees you gagging on his cock. He just might go off with the state you're on.

"Shit, you feel so good" He says, his hands roughly tugging on your hair– gagging you as he went off with his bitter load. He better remind himself to throat fuck you every now and then; he thought to himself

fubu!hiragi , whos eyes widened when he got caught making out with you by Umemiya. Quickly blabbering a bunch of unreasonable excuses, but of course Umemiya wasn't hearing any of it.

Well, this leads him to blame you. Because why the hell would you press on to him that nobody would go there when it's literally where most of the higher ranks go. THE ROOFTOP. You better get ready, because he's mad.

"Is this what you want, huh?" He said, roughly pounding at you with a fast pace. "You want to get fucked hard?" — he added before giving you a mark on your neck. "Think it's so funny that I got embarrassed?" Well, goodluck with that.

sincerely , raven ! requested by— anon :3

[lelengerine]

bnd taesan + cheers to youth by svt!! ><

͙͘͡★ echoes of you

song prompt. “we both got pressured into joining the same ridiculous club at the campus fair, and now we’re stuck planning an event neither of us signed up for.”

pairing. club mate!taesan x reader

tags. college au, one sided pining (or is it??), gender neutral reader, mostly fluff only for this one, lmk if i missed anything hehe

wc. 0.9k words

notes. aaaa this is my first time writing for bonedo >0< a big thank u to anonie lovie pie (mwa mwa) for giving me the opportunity to swoon over taesan while creating this <3 i hope u enjoy reading and happy cb dayy (stream i feel good!!!) 🥺 likes, reblogs, and feedback are very much welcome!

꒰ m.list | event m.list ꒱

the clubroom had long since emptied of sound. outside, dusk had slipped its way across the windows, smudging the sky in shades of violet and rust. golden light flickered at the edges, curling around scattered paper lanterns like a last breath before evening settled in.

the room was lived-in—not messy, exactly, but softened by hours of motion. poster paint dried in streaks along the tables. a brush sat forgotten in a jar of murky water, petals of torn masking tape scattered like confetti near the base of a drying banner. the air smelled faintly of paper, sweat, and lemon soda.

taesan sat on the floor, legs folded beneath him, fingers knotted around the wires of a stubborn string of lights. his back ached, his hands were stained with paint and dust, but he didn’t mind it, not when you were still here, sitting just across from him, your eyes half-lidded with fatigue, hair a little messier than it was that morning. you weren’t even talking anymore—just resting in the hush between things, letting the silence stretch. 

it wasn’t awkward. if anything, it felt like something sacred, the kind of quiet that didn’t ask to be filled. he found himself glancing at you more than the lights. noticing the way your shoulder curved as you leaned back, the soft concentration in your brow even when you weren’t doing anything at all.

he didn’t mean to notice, not at first, but somewhere between the spilled paint and your offhanded jokes, he started looking forward to this part of the day—when most people had left, and it was just you and him and whatever tasks you hadn’t finished. and lately, it had started to settle into him—this feeling he didn’t know what to name. something soft, but persistent.

“do you need help–” you offered as your eyes watched him, voice light in the hush.

“no,” he replied without looking up, but his tone wasn’t dismissive in the slightest. “it’s simply become a matter of my pride now.”

you smiled into your shoulder, stifling a laugh from escaping you. “that’s what you said fifteen minutes ago.”

“yeah,” he muttered, a strand slipping between his fingers, “but now i’m emotionally invested.”

that gained him a quiet snort from your end, the kind of sound that didn’t really fill a room but stayed close, hovering between you like a shared secret.

the fairy lights eventually gave in—a sudden unraveling, easy after hours of being impossible. he held them up in triumph, pretending it mattered more than it did, because he didn’t want to admit he just liked the way you looked at him when he was focused. like he was doing something worth watching. 

“what are you looking at me for?” you muse, raising a brow at the boy. “want a prize or something?”

“please, since when did we have the budget for that?” he retorts back in the same manner, pushing himself off the ground to plug in the lights.

the bulbs blinked to life one by one—soft pinks, honey gold, a deep, dreamlike blue. the room transformed in seconds, colors brushing over your features like watercolor bleeding across paper. and he just… stared. not in an obvious way, or at least he hoped not, but he let himself look, just for a moment. just long enough to feel something tighten low in his chest.

he blinked away too fast. focused back on the wires in his lap, pretending like his heart hadn’t stuttered.

the room settled again, quiet and warm and low-lit. you shifted slightly, arms hugging your knees now, and he could sense the sleep behind your eyes. he wondered if you were waiting for him to say something. he wasn’t even sure what he wanted to say—or if he even had the right to want anything at all.

still, the words left his mouth before he could think them through. “are you walking back alone?”

you glanced over, a flicker of surprise glazing your features. “yeah. why?”

“i could walk you.” it came out more casual than he expected. almost steady. but he knew it wasn’t casual. not really. you tilted your head, your face half-shadowed by a drifting paper lantern. “that’s sweet. but you don’t have to. you’ll just get back late.”

he opened his mouth—to insist, maybe, or just to stall. but your tone was final in that quiet, kind way you always spoke when you were protecting someone else’s time instead of your own.

so he nodded. too quickly for that matter. “right. okay. yeah.”

you stood, brushing off your jeans, swinging your bag over your shoulder with the ease of someone used to moving on. “i’ll see you tomorrow?”

he looked at you then, really looked. the light hit the edge of your cheek. he wished he had something more interesting to say than yeah, but his mind spoke before he thought about responding with something else. “yeah. i’ll be here.”

you offered a smile in response—small, honest—and stepped into the hallway with the turn of your heel. 

the door clicked shut behind you and he stayed sitting, the wire still wound around his fingers, the room still aglow with borrowed light. everything felt oddly suspended, like something had almost happened but didn’t. or maybe he just imagined it—that slight shift in the air when your eyes lingered on his face a second too long.

he let out a shaky breath. rubbed the back of his neck. the warmth in his chest hadn’t faded. if anything, it had settled deeper.

maybe he’d walk you next time. maybe he’d ask again. maybe.

but for now, the lights were still on, and your laughter still echoed in the corners of the room, and that was enough.

[mt-oe]

*rubbing my tiny arms menacingly at you, making a threat*

I just read ur new Mizu x reader. Pls write about the phone s** part toooo 🥺🥺🥺. About mizu receiving steamy pics of reader during meeting or smth 🥺🥺🩵💓💓

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Hey dear!

*is threatened, just kidding

Thank you so much for the request! I had so much fun writing this one and I hope you and your tiny arms will have as much fun reading it www

Part one here! link <3

Hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

warning/s: not proofread, smut (mdni!), solo, guided masturbation, cursing, implied afab reader

6:02am (Friday)

Fucking finally. It was Friday. Just one more day to get through and she can finally lounge around with you uninterrupted, watch a bunch of shows and movies the two of you listed down to watch on the weekends, and go cafe-hopping as you told her you wanted to do.

No rude, clutch indecisive, stuck up clients. No boring meetings. No calls suddenly demanding her to go to a site on her lunch break.

Just you and her.

She had woken up early as usual to get ready to go to work as per her usual routine which consist of breakfast, a cold shower, and dressing up. No skin care routine. Okay, maybe a bit of moisturizer and sunscreen. She couldn't risk being scolded by you. Mizu moved quietly to try not to wake you up. Occasional glances were thrown at your sleeping form, admiring how peaceful you looked this morning.

Looking over at your pretty face became part of her routine now, observing your expressions as you slept. Sometimes you look disheveled, sometimes drool dripped down the side of your lips. Today, you were exceptionally pretty, she thought like how she did every morning.

Her fingers worked down her jacket, making sure everything she needed was in her pockets. Her keys, phone, and that cute little handkerchief you attempted to embroider after watching one tutorial. It was bad. Bad but cute.

As her hand reached to grab her helmet, the sound of the bedroom door opening made her look back. Her eyes softened at the sight of your sleepy face as you groggily made your way over to her, bed hair and everything. "Love...leaving already?" you yawned out, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

A chuckle left her lips as she headed towards you with a single nod. "I'll be back. Let's watch a movie when I get home, okay?" she softly mumbles against your ear, nuzzling her head against the of your neck, placing soft kisses down your skin. Leaning closer to her, you chuckled breathily. "I bet you're excited to go to work right now," you joked.

She pulled away with a mildly confused look. "Why would I be?" she asked, bottom lip slightly protruding as her eyes narrowed. You blinked at her, snickering softly, and shook your head. 'She forgot,' you thought, amused at her cluelessness. You contemplated following through, but a promise is a promise, isn't it?

"Because it's Friday," you lied, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She tilted her head to press her lips on yours for a short sweet kiss. A bit of suspicion ran through her head, but she let it go, blaming the edge in your voice on your sleepiness.

Mizu chuckled and pulled away, patting your head. "You're excited, aren't you?" she said softly. "I'll be back before 8."

"I know, I know," you laughed at her, unlocking the door as she buckled her helmet on. "What kind of wife would I be if I didn't memorize your schedule?"

Her hands pushed the visor up, eyes squinting slightly as she smiled at you. "Still a pretty one," she answered, making her way out the door. You stepped out as well, waving at her with a lazy smile on your face. "Stay safe, dummy!" you called, watching her give a thumbs up as she got on her motorbike.

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7:28am

After a long hour drive, Mizu finally arrived at the office. Grabbing the seat, she pushed her bike onto the center stand before unbuckling her helmet. A loud 'ding' sound could be heard as the elevator doors opened. She squeezed in as much as she could, bringing out her phone as she waited for the elevator to go up to the office floor.

As she was scrolling, she suddenly received a notification from you, making her raise an eyebrow. You were usually asleep at this time so this definitely surprised her.

: good luck at work today <3 - sent an attachment - : here's a good luck charm! i love you!

Her heart melted a bit at the notification, thinking it was an innocent greeting from her sleepy wife. She tapped on the notification, waiting for the messages to load so she could see the attachment. Maybe you just woke up randomly and thought of her, y'know? Maybe it was one of those moments when you suddenly missed her and—

oh.

The little smile on her face fell, heat rushing to her cheeks. Her heart pounded as she once again glanced at the attachment as if unsure if her eyes were deceiving her. She immediately brought her phone down, turning her head to look around if anyone in the elevator saw that.

Once the elevator doors opened, she rushed out immediately. Her footsteps heavy, face steeled, eyes glaring at anyone standing in the way. "Is he okay?" her coworkers whispered, looking over at her figure, rushing to an empty meeting room. "Maybe an important client tonight?" they gossiped. However, that was far from what was going on.

Eyes scanned for an empty corner to check her phone again. Spotting an empty conference room, she went inside and locked the door, breathing labored as her hands brought her phone out shakily. She unlocked the device and bit her bottom lip at the attachment you sent her.

It was a picture.

A nude picture. Your nude picture.

She could feel her mouth going dry as her breath deepened, eyes looking over the image with much gusto. Your body laid down on the bed, free from the confines of clothing, underwear placed haphazardly by your side.

Her eyes tracing your skin, admiring the way it glowed under the sunlight shining through the windows, giving it a softer appearance. One of your arms raised as you held the camera above you, the other hand over your collarbone, framing your breasts beautifully. Gaze travelling down to your nipples, breath hitching at how perked up they were.

Fuck. If only she could ditch work, go home, and run her hands over your skin. Her tongue lapping over the hardened bud, drawing circles and nipping at it. She'd relish the mewls from your lips. Her other hand kneading the opposite breast, fingers ghosting a touch over the bud, pinching it in between and tugging softly, careful not to hurt you.

She'd place kisses between your chest, working her way down, appreciating every inch. Her tongue would occasionally dart out to lick at the places she loved the most, like in between your chest, under your boob, below your belly button, and just above your womb. Lips travelling down until she reached your folds.

Her breath hitched as her eyes travelled to the sight in between your legs. Orbs taking in how your folds were slightly parted, clit peeking out, slightly swollen from untouched arousal. Desire ran through her like hot flashes as the sound of her heartbeat echoed. The urge to run a digit through your folds, rub your clit until you were whining and arching your back, made her hands twitch.

mizu: ... mizu: what is this : i promised, right ;P don't tell me you forgot

Oh shit. She completely forgot about that. Mizu didn't really think you'd actually follow through with your promise. It was a silly deal anyway and admittedly a bit unfair on your end. The only reason why she agreed was for a bit of comedy and the rush of the deal making her imagine things. But her wife was definitely not one to break promises, wasn't she?

mizu: brat mizu: just wait until i get home. : okieee ;>

Goddamnit, you were so insufferable.

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11:47am

"It was a pleasure having this meeting with you," her client said cheerfully, standing up and shaking hands with her. She gave a small nod, face still in her standard emotionless expression, as she stood up to shake her client's hand. "Likewise," she replied, gripping her client's hand firmly before letting go.

After exchanging a few more greetings, the first meeting of the day was finally adjourned. The rest of her coworkers tidied up their papers, closing their laptops, and talked amongst themselves about where to grab lunch. A tired sigh came from her nose as she slipped past the crowd of people and down the hall. Suddenly, a notification popped up on her screen...

: how's work? mizu: first meeting done. mizu: i'm tired. : aww :c don't forget to eat lunch and rest a bit, okie? : here. a little smth to help - sent an attachment - : i love u hun <3 : oh and use ur earphones !!

Her eyes widened at the attachment notification, thoughts wandering off to the picture you sent her earlier. What could it be this time? Another picture? Holy shit.

Her heart raced at the thought, a sudden rush of excitement coursing through her veins. The anticipation making her palms sweat slightly and her cheeks to dust a slight a pink. Hurriedly, she went over to the comfort room and locked herself in one of the cubicles. She paused and remembered your little warning. Quickly, she opened her bag and brought her earphones out, connecting it to her phone before closing the toilet lid and sitting down.

Upon opening the message, the usually stoic woman felt her throat tighten and her breath shake. The first thing she saw was the thumbnail, and that was enough for her stomach to do flips. The image of your naked body facing the camera as you got on all fours, presumably fixing the camera angle, making her feel the heat in her loins. She placed a hand over her mouth, swallowing thickly as she stared at it, tapping on the video.

"Hmm..this is a good angle, isn't it?" you hummed to yourself before slowly making your way back, the bed bouncing slightly as you sat down. The soft plushness of the bed sinking slightly below you. "You're probably still at work. Always such a hardworker, aren't you?" you cooed, reaching somewhere at the side of the bed, out of the camera's view. "Mhm...that's my wife," she heard you whisper, the dark undertone of your voice sending goosebumps down her spine. "I got this a while back while you were at work. Look!" You finally showed the camera what you were reaching for, making her raise an eyebrow, both intriguing and confusing her. A clear bottle with a colorful, fun-looking label. "It's lube!" you said excitedly, showing her the label, the brand unfamiliar to her. "I saw it online and thought the packaging was cute. It's candy-flavored too." Crystal blue eyes watched as her wife opened the bottle, pouring some of the clear liquid on to her hands before rubbing it together. "It really does smell sweet," you mumbled, voice becoming breathier. "You'll see when you get home." Biting her lips together, she watched as you slowly spread out your folds, a low and sultry chuckle leaving your lips. Your lubed up fingers slowly drawing circles around your clit, thighs tensing up and trembling slightly. Soft moans spilled out of your pretty lips, fingers touching yourself like you were made of porcelain. Gentle yet firm, gliding but with just the right amount of friction. She could tell you were trying your damn best to imitate how she did it. Her tongue darted out to lick her tongue as she watched a small bead of slick drip down from your entrance, which was already throbbing and twitching around nothing. She gulped down heavily, imagining what she would do if she was with you. How she'd push her strap inside you slowly, hear the soft satisfied gasp you'd give her when she bottoms out inside you. Slowly, the finger you used to play with clit moved to your entrance, pushing itself inside. She could see your eyes rolling back as you moaned louder, the muscle in your thighs twitching and tensing up. "M-Mizu..look.." you managed to whisper, gasping as you pulled your finger out, showing her the string of wetness connecting your finger and your hole. "It's so fucking wet."

Her own hands traveling in between her legs, pressing down firmly, palming herself. A soft, barely audible, exhale leaving her as the slight friction gave her a bit of relief, but not enough. It was nothing compared to how good you could be making her feel if she was with you.

"Fuck...look at me," you whined, thrusting your fingers in and out in a steady pace. The sound of squelching could be heard with every thrust, making her breath hitch. "Can you hear that?..It sounds so fucking dirty, doesn't it?" She could hear the sound of your hand slamming into your cunt as you moved faster. Her own hands rubbing against her, matching your pace, but not the pleasure. "A-Are you touching yourself?" you said in the video, voice filled with air, as if you knew. "I..I miss you...fuck..I miss your fingers.." you whimpered out. The sound of skin slapping against skin was heard as you slammed your fingers in, sobbing desperately. "It isn't enough..shit...I need you right now.." Her eyes watched your half-lidded eyes, your eyebrows scrunch up in sexual frustration, and your teeth bite down on your lip. Your hands tensed up slightly as you curled your fingers in, moving them in a come hither motion. The climax building inside you became more apparent as the words from your mouth turned into incoherent moans, your hand moving faster as you chased after your release desperately. "I'm such a dirty wife..aren't I?" you moaned out, thrusting your fingers in faster. "You're...working so fucking hard...and I'm sending you perverted videos.." you managed to say, the pretend-shame in your voice lacking any real bite. A soft grunt reverberated from Mizu's throat as she watched your back arch, eyes roll back, and mouth fall open to let out a sobbing moan. Sweet orgasm washing over your body, giving you the release you craved so much. The taller woman's eyes narrowed, observing how your pussy twitched around your fingers, your cum dripping down the digits inserted inside you. Thrusting your fingers in a few more times, your body finally relaxed. The aftershocks of pleasure dying down slowly as you pulled the digits out, panting softly. Slowly, you sat up again, eyes slightly glazed as it squinted slightly from the exhausted smile tugging up your lips and cheek. "I'll wait for you at home. Have fun at work, hun. I love you!"

Oh, if only she could go home and show you what dirty really was.

Throwing her head back slightly, she ran a hand across her face with a heavy groan. She bit her lip and stared at her phone, collar now feeling a bit too tight and hot for her. Mizu could feel how wet she had gotten just from watching the little video you had filmed. Her heart echoing in her ears, throat tightening from the unresolved sexual tension you knowingly made her feel.

mizu: fuck. mizu: you're killing me : don't die! you still have to go home www

She huffed at the playful tone insinuated in your message, not knowing whether to roll her eyes or to be amused.

mizu: cheeky brat.

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5:28pm

It had been a long day for Mizu. Right after your little video stunt, she had to rush to another client meeting in a different venue, driving past the speed limit once again. It definitely had nothing to do with the tempting video you sent. What did you think would happen? That she'd rewatch it? Hell no.

Well okay maybe she did watch it a few more times.

A lot more 'few more times'.

She ended up having to settle for microwaved convenience store meals with how late she was. Thankfully, her last client ended up choosing a small, cozy cafe with only a few people inside. But just as she thought she could take a breather...

: hun : still at work?

Fuck. Damnit. What did you have in store for her this time?

mizu: yes, love. : wear ur earphones :3 mizu: why?

But before she could ask more questions, your name popped up on her screen as you called. In a panic, she brought her earphones out, putting it on, and rushed in the bathroom once again, locking herself in a cubicle.

Finally, she answered your call, her cheeks flushing red as the first thing she saw was your arched back, bare and smooth, while you reached for something behind the camera. Upon hearing her answer the call, you immediately sat up, smiling at her with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"What is this?" she growled, eyebrows scrunching together. "I'm at work." Your giggles filled the air while you showed the camera what you were reaching for, the dildo from her strap, making it difficult for her to swallow. "You asked for this, love. Remember?" you laughed at her.

"Besides, I need a bit of help. Maybe you can teach me how to use this?" you asked, positioning the dildo between your thighs, smooth skin gliding over it erotically. Immediately, she turned her own camera off to get a better view of what was going on.

She knew she shouldn't do this. Her client could come at any moment, anyone could suddenly enter the comfort room in any moment, but her wife was being a little shit and...and...she really wasn't winning this game of mental fortitude, wasn't she?

Mizu gritted her teeth, one hand unbuttoning her pants, slipping it down just enough so she reach under her boxers. "Spread it out," she said in a low voice. A small grin graced your lips at her compliance. In a slow, almost teasing manner, you spread your legs for her, fingers reaching down to spread your folds open.

Her gaze traveled to your clit, noting how it throbbed, swollen and desperate. "Touch yourself," she ordered, her own hand slipping in between her folds. She bit back a groan at how wet she had become just by watching you. Your fingers rubbed your clit, starting in slow small motions, picking up the pace slightly. Moans greeted her ear as you played with yourself, sending arousal down her body. Her fingers matched your pace as you sped up.

Upon hearing her groans, you bit your lip and giggled. "You're touching yourself..?" you asked cheekily, voice breathy. She clicked her tongue at your tone, hand clutching her phone tighter. "Shut up. You've been at me all day," she groaned, eyes still focused on your cunt. "Pick that fucking dick up and slap your cunt with it."

You obeyed immediately, realizing how riled up your wife was getting despite her camera turned off. Oh, how you wish you could see her, feel her doing these things to you. She would've handled you so roughly and so deliciously. Your wife was always so hot when she was riled up.

The squeals and mewls you let out mixed with the sound of the silicone slapping against your skin caused her own cunt to twitch. Her fingers flicking at the sensitive bundle of nerves at the same time as you, tips rubbing against it in a needy fashion.

She could feel herself dripping onto her boxers, the warm liquid only adding more slip to her movement. "Fuck..." she gasped out, eyebrows scrunching together. "Put it in. Fuck..put it in," she growled, lust heavy in her voice.

Immediately, you got up on your knees, whimpering as you positioned yourself over the tip of the phallic object. "Shit...Mizu..." you gasped out, biting your lip as you lowered yourself. Pleasure coursed through you, running hot in your veins as the toy entered. "O-Oh..fuck...it feels so.."

Unable to resist, she inserted her own fingers inside her pussy, gasping at the feeling of her rough and calloused fingers against the soft flesh. Harshly, she bit on her lip, fearing that anyone would walk in and hear her. Her digits dragging itself inside her, pushing itself deep inside, eyes watching as the length of the toy disappeared inside you.

"You like that, don't you?" she gritted out, her voice gruff and heavy. "Just wait until I get home, you fucking brat." The roughness of her voice sent shivers down your spine. Excitement shot up you at the thought of how she'd punish you, choke you, slap you. Just thinking of it was making your insides twitch.

You let out an airy moan, finally sinking down on the dildo completely. "W-What should I do..?" you asked, throat tightening from the arousal. She stared at her screen, admiring how eager you were for her instructions. Her eyes studying your form, observing every twitch, every tremble, every shiver, and the way your face clouded with pleasure.

"Move," she rasped out, her own fingers pulling out slightly. A pleasured gasp leaving her as she slammed it back in. At her command, you started moving your hips, bouncing on the toy, letting your gasps and sobs out. The scene was so pornographic to her.

Her wife really was the best.

She gripped her phone tighter, breath becoming heavy and ragged, at the sight. You could hear her own groans and a faint sound of squelching, arousing you further. Shit. She was jacking off to you. Your wife was fucking jacking off to you at work. Your heart raced at the thought of your wife being so turned on by you, to the point where she couldn't help herself.

"Mizu..oh..oh god..it feels so fucking good," you sobbed out, biting your lip as you whined, moving faster. The blue-eyed woman bit her lip further, eyes narrowing at her screen, while her fingers moved faster, matching your pace. "Fucking shit..don't act stupid. Slam your hips on it," she growled out with an unexpected sense of aggression, sending a great wave of heat through you.

You couldn't help but giggle wantonly at how desperate she sounded. However, your giggling was cut off as you obediently slammed your hips down with every bounce. The tip of the toy kissing against your cervix, overwhelming you. Your mind was turning hazy with the addicting feeling. It hurts alright, but it hurts so fucking goooood.

The familiar feeling of climax tightened up inside you with every thrust, encouraging you to move faster. Mizu watched as your movements grew more erratic, telling her how close you were. Her own orgasm close by.

With a few more thrusts, you released all over the toy, a loud pornographic cry ripping from your throat. She could see the beads of your cum dripping down the silicone, forming a ring at the base of the toy as your continued to bounce on it, riding out your high. Not long after, her own orgasmed followed. She bit down on the knuckle of her hand holding the phone harshly, back arching against the tank of the toilet as she muffled her moans. Slowly, she pulled her fingers out, breath raggedy from the exertion.

Just as she was about to check on you, she received a text from her client, telling her that they had arrived. Mizu immediately sat up and buttoned her pants. She glanced on her phone, heart beating faster at the sight of you looking so worn out.

"Just wait until I get home," she growled before ending the call and walking out of the cubicle. As she was washing her hands, Mizu tried her best to calm down. But no matter what she did, her thoughts kept coming back to you. While she was tidying her appearance, she received another message notification.

: can't wait <3 i love you!

...

You were just asking for a baby at this point.

[007reid]

u have absolutely no idea what 'coffee caramels' did to me omg 😭 u write spencer and his mannerisms so WELL hsbsghdbdh so i come to u with a lil request if that's okay with u !!

spencer insists on playing pretend-doctor for reader who's sick (but denying it) so he invokes his technically-a-doctor card and gives his second opinion just to take care of reader n smother them w looooove

essentially just him teasing y/n and being the stupid Cute attentive nerd he is <3

(inspired by S5E3 where he gets stuck at the bau w garcia bc he was being stubborn abt his injury)

i am never ever Normal abt this guy 😞 i look forward to reading more of ur work and losing my mind over reid with u, aine !! mwa

hiii tysm for requesting, youre so fucking sweet!! <33 drop an emoji to let me know who you are and let’s loose our mind over our fav boy together anon!!!! also sorry this took so long, i wrote like 3k but then hated it so i started over, i love this prompt sm so i feel like i had to do it justice.

pspspsp i love s5 spence so fucking much... his hair went from beautiful to ethereal to mad sexy...s5 treated us well. requests are ALWAYS appreciated !!!!!!

soup. spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader, 3k

you've been off it for so long, dodging virus after virus and disease after disease and just right when you thought that you are immune to sickness, you caught it. the inevitable fever.

there was no denying it, you've tried. after getting a headache, you popped a tylenol before you went to sleep, nonchalant. the next morning was when reality really came crashing down. a sore throat.

it progressively got worse throughout the day, and when you came crashing into bed after a long day at work, your nose was feeling stuffy and your were coughing, spewing sickness everywhere you went. you woke up in the middle of night sweating like you had just ran a fucking marathon and only able to breathe through one nostril unless you shift your body entirely.

you did not take to these news well. firmly in denial, you still planned to show up to work the next day.

except you didn't show up to work. sickly and delirious, the part when you press snooze then snooze again slip your mind and at one point you must've turn off your alarm entirely. drifting in and out of consciousness and slipping into dream after dream, it gets harder to tell what is real and what is not.

"y/n? y/n!"

now, it is very probable that the voice isn’t actually real, because why the hell would you be hearing spencer reid’s voice outside of work? the chances are slim to none, and despite the heat pounding at your skull you manage to smile. there is something unexplainably comforting about spencer’s voice, soft and deliberate. it would be foolish to say that under the mad spell he’d cast on you (him simply saying two words) he’s managed to melt away your headache, because he didn’t. you still feel like shit.

“y/n?”

you frown, the voice sounding too insistent and real and not matching up with the visuals of your dream. you feel a tapping on your shoulder and when you blink your eyes open you could’ve screamed.

you jump up and then backwards, huddling your blanket with you, scared for your life. because right in front of you is perhaps the most intimidating creature on the earth; spencer reid in a purple sweater vest with his face so close to yours he could breathe in your sickness, hair tucked carefully behind his ear.

“spencer?” you ask incredulously, but instead your voice comes out a rasp. you clear your throat, feeling something warm creep up your cheek. it might be a blush, but you blame it on the chills. you keep blinking, trying to regain your vision and feel instantaneous embarrassment. you look a mess, sick and dehydrated with dry lips and bad hair and you probably reek of morning breath. and spencer’s there, looking like heaven’s finest angel, smiling at you like he’s smiling at a person and not a monster. spencer has the tendency to treat and look at everyone like they’re the love of his life. you sort of hate it.

“hi y/n,” he breathes, crouching down on the floor before you on the bed. “i—“

“what are you doing here?” you’re too impatient to wait, still in shock.

now. you try not to make it obvious that you have a mad crush on spencer, because if the fact were to spill, you’re not eager cleaning up the consequences. it’s an unestablished, unspoken rule that should be common sense that no workplace dating will be allowed and usually it’s a ridiculous rule, because who the hell would want to date their coworker, like actually? work crushes are normal but they exist only in a part of your day, an eye-candy for you to stare at to get through the day, then you go home or go out and forget about them. who actually has serious work crushes, actually? actually? it’s ridiculous.

your defense is completely solid, you’d say. your number one defense is you can’t help the fact that you and spencer were meant to be friends. the moment you joined the team, you and spencer clicked together like two lego pieces, despite your clashing personalities. you find it refreshing to have someone like spencer, someone who’s soft and sweet but cunning and resourceful but thoughtful and kind, and it was equally refreshing for spencer to have someone blunt and straightforward but still patient enough to put up with him.

spencer doesn’t like physical touch but ever since your first week he made you the exception and if you could, you would parade the privilege around like a badge. what can you say, you’re proud to be spencer’s little exception, anyone would be. he makes you feel special, differently than the others do and what’s a girl to do? to have that great of a relationship with a coworker and not be work spouses and not be actually head over heels with the guy? how laughable.

it’s not something you’re proud of, however. you know it’s a lost cause, chasing after spencer. it hurts, sometimes, but you always patted yourself on the back with an ‘it is what it is.’ spencer, as sweet and vulnerable as he is, has layers behind his thinly veiled heart. he talks a lot but he never talks about himself and he never talks about the past so he doesn’t have to revive it, so all the memories are just wounds left out and neglected to burn. spencer’s trouble, definitely trouble, but it’s hard to be aware of the workload that spencer reid is when he’s rambling to you about something as innocent as halloween or knocking his knuckles on your knee during a flight trying to get your attention.

spencer blinks sheepishly, settling criss cross apple sauce on the ground, lanky legs twisting uncomfortably. “you didn’t come into work and you didn’t answer your phone,” he explains. “emily told me to go check on you.”

you nod. he’s here because emily told him to. it makes a lot more sense now. “i’ll head in the office now,” you say, making your way out of bed, wiping at your eyes. “sorry—“

“no you’re not,” spencer says immediately, not even hesitating. he places a hand on your upper chest, pressing you back down on the bed. the butterflies at the pit of your stomach throws a fit. you know he means nothing by the action—has spencer reid ever been the one knowledgeable about romance?—but knowing that doesn’t help the heat that spread up your cheeks that’s definitely not from the sickness. “you’re burning up,” he says. “i’ll get you some water. you should clean up,” he says, uncrossing his legs difficultly and then stumbling out the room, mismatched socks slipping on the hardwood floor.

you take advantage of the time that spencer’s not there and race to the bathroom, ignoring the blackout and the dizziness that threatens to make you faint from getting up too abruptly. you squirt some toothpaste onto your toothbrush and by the time you exit the bathroom, spencer is already there, waiting, except he’s by your desk, hands on a book.

typical.

he perks up when he hears your footsteps pad into the room, turning around, looking like a child who’s been caught with your book in his hands. you smile at him, albeit it’s a pathetic smile. you feel dizzy.

“you like toni morrison?”

“i love toni morrison,” spencer chirps, excitement bouncing all over his face. “especially her masterwork, beloved,” he looks back down at your red copy admiringly then sets it down. "get back in bed," he says, and you can't wrap your hand around how ridiculous the situation is. your coworker, or work crush, is at your house, checking your temperature and shooing you to bed to rest. "i bought you soup so you can eat up, i--"

“you bought me soup?” you ask, incredulous. spencer nods seriously.

“it's proven that eating soup makes people feel better, not just some stereotype. the right amount of sodium can help help relieve sore throat pains and the vitamins and minerals found in soup can play a very large part in recovery...i had a feeling you were going to be sick, it’s the weather, you know? everyone is catching the cold. you need to eat it before it gets cold, the heat helps with nasal digestion and also sinus pressure and it'll be useless if you ate it lukewarm...i’ll be right back…” and with the babbling his voice fades out as he walks back out to the living room, leaving you alone standing on the side of your bed. you look at the forgotten copy of beloved set carefully back onto your desk, smiling to yourself slightly before climbing back into bed, because spencer says so and spencer’s always right but mostly because your legs feel like they’re going to give out.

spencer is speedy, striding several steps at once with his ridiculously long legs that looks unnaturally lanky but once he reaches your room again, soup and spoon in hand you were already nodding off, head lolling and eyes slipping shut. spencer stops at your bed stand, thinking to himself for a second before balancing the plastic bowl of soup on one hand and using the other to gently nudge at your face, waking you up. he grimaces when he feels that your skin burns to the touch, a bright tint to your cheeks that he hates himself for liking because you're sick, he shouldn't be thinking that you're pretty or stuff like that.

spencer waves the thought away, determined to focus on his mission. deliver soup, make sure you're okay, and send his farewells. that's what emily told him to do, and even though derek added a "kiss her goodnight too, loverboy!" he's only going to listen to emily, because emily knows best.

yes. perfect. that's exactly what he's going to do.

"hey," he whispers, caressing his thumb across the lightly purple patch under your eye, frowning to himself. you haven't been getting good enough sleep, and he feels guiltier for waking you up, but then straightens himself up resolutely--no. emily said the soup must be delivered and consumed--just to melt again when your eyes flutter open, confused and traces of sleep still floating around your facial expression. "sorry," he mumbles, feeling oddly embarrassed. "it's just--i mean, you don't have to, jus' want you to eat something before you sleep again."

you sit up slowly, and once you're fully awake again, the smell of the soup hits you like a bucket of ice and you suddenly feel your mouth watering. you feel like a princess, sitting there with your hands crossed in your lap while you wait for spencer to unwrap the plastic utensils and tissues from its clear packaging, carefully opening up the lid of the soup on the night stand and hot steam floats around the room, engulfing both you and spencer in a bubble of tomato soup.

spencer, a planner that he is, didn't let you eat directly from the plastic take-out bowl from the restaurant and had rummaged through your kitchen for a bowl and pours half the soup into the ceramic, no spillage and perfectly clean. then he hands the soup to you, and you eat.

to say that spencer is concerned is to say the least. you're a profiler, and you're trained to pick up on this sort of thing but you only need to be a child with an undeveloped brain to work out that spencer's worried, watching your every move and monitoring that you eat enough, the crease in his brows deepen whenever you set the bowl down so you pick it up again and stuff two more spoonfuls in your mouth, to hopefully make him worry less.

the silence is awkward, the only sounds in the room is you biting down on the spoon occasionally as you drink your soup and spencer watching intently, hands on his chin and unaware of his staring problem. you and spencer rarely has these kind of silences, the silences where you scramble for things to say because the atmosphere would always be too comfortable. you sneak glances at him as you eat. since spencer's completely oblivious to the heaviness of the silence, you feel it's up to you to break it.

"i'll clock in once i'm finish eating this, don't worry," you say, trying your best to sound reassuring as you try to choke back a spoonful of soup too big. you lick your lips, and spencer is biting his, a bad habit.

"no you're not, y/n," he says, exasperated. normally, when spencer uses his 'i'm right so you should listen to me' tone like this, it means he's geared for an argument and you would be happy to challenge him, but now you can't find the energy for it. yet you muster enough up anyway.

"i'm only a bit shaken up 'cause of the weather," you say, trying to sound as convincing as possible, still in the calm before the storm of the bicker. "'m not immobile. and i already used up all my off days visiting my family--"

spencer, however, didn't bother for the peaceful offering. "you're not coming in today, y/n," he says, and he sounds a bit anxious but you know his true intent. his eyes are mirthful with confidence, and he knows he's already won the argument. despite the buzzing in your ears and the fuzziness in your brain, you can't let the bastard win. you can't.

“i can’t miss anymore days spencer, and i won’t,” you say coldly, but you slurping on the soup hungrily like it’s your last day on earth sort of ruined your cool facade. “i’m not too sick, either, it’ll be useless for me to stay home—“

spencer reaches to press his palm against your forehead, his skin cold to the touch. you close your eyes instinctively.

“you’re burning up,” he announces. “means your sick. you’re not coming in today, y/n.”

“says who?” you say defensively, feeling a bit like you’re loosing.

“says me,” spencer says cooly, cheeky smile at his lips. you should hate it more than you do. “who’s a doctor.”

you scoff. “so now you’re an actual doctor? you got a medical phd on you?”

“i have a bachelor in medicine and enough doctorates to make me slightly knowledgeable in every field,” spencer quips and you didn’t even know that he had a bachelor in medicine. how many fucking degrees does this guy even have on his resume?

“whatever,” you grumble, sounding a lot like someone who’s just got defeated. you set the bowl of soup down on the nightstand and spencer hands you a bottled water before you could think about needing water. you pluck it from his offering hands, muttering a “thanks” under your breath.

spencer laughs quietly, watching you drink patiently and putting the cap back on when you hand him back the bottle, setting it next to your soup. you feel ridiculously babied and your cheeks burn with the guilt you feel. you’re talking him off his office hours just to be here and feed you stuff and make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

spencer, the 24/7 profiler, notices. "is something wrong?" he asks innocently, round eyes blinking and oblivious. bless him. "you got redder. is it too hot? i can adjust the a/c."

“fine,” you mumble, still a little embarrassed with your realization. “little cold, actually.”

“it's the chills from your fever,” spencer informs you. “i…” he pauses, frowning again, frustrated from not being able to finish his thought. he abandons it. “do you need anything else?”

“no spence,” you laugh sort of pathetically, throat strained. “you’ve been an angel already. you can go back to the office, if you want.”

spencer thinks back to what emily had told him. soup. make sure she’s ok. leave. he’s done the past two steps. it’s time he completes his mission.

but…

“are you sure?” he prods, a little bit of him hoping that you'd say no. he doesn't know what it is; something bothering him, making him dread leaving.

you didn't get the cue. "mhmm," you shoot him a reassuring smile. as reassuring as you can manage, anyway, grimacing at the insistent throb in your head. spencer gnaws on his bottom lip, indecisive. you don't know what he was deciding between.

whatever battle it was, he wraps it up quick. "okay," he repeats. "i'll get back."

"you do that."

"remember to drink water."

"i will."

"do you need me to bring you more?"

"i'm okay."

"okay."

"okay."

the conversation feels incomplete and spencer isn't interested to complete it, booting out the door, except he lingers for a bit and awkwardly turns around, hand on the frame. you are already looking at him when he looks at you.

you and spencer are never this awkward, never this hesitant and strange. the tension that suffocates your room feels like signature first-date-tension, the kind of nervous excitement and tip-toeing blind lovers and uncertainty.

"are you sure?"

i'd rather you stay. you push the response away. "i am."

"you have medicine right?"

you do have medicine. for a brief moment, you want to lie about it; want to say that you ran out this morning and then he would run to the store for you and return and then spend more time in your insufferable, sickly presence. you brush the thought away within a second. never in a million years do you want to bother spencer, especially not with a thing as selfish as that. maybe it's because of your biased vision but spencer is looking like he's desperate to leave, practically screaming for outlet at the door. it's time you let him go and indulge in the worst sleep you'll ever have.

"yeah," you say, clearing your throat. "i do."

"okay," spencer says. "i'll go."

"thanks," you add awkwardly. "for the soup. and for coming."

"'course" spencer says absentmindedly, lingering at the door frame but not looking at you in particular, not looking at anything. he snaps back and sends you a wave. spencer has a power to him where everything he does looks unplanned, like he's doing it against his own will.

he leaves. if you had change your mind and ask for him to come back, for him to stay, he would've. no hesitation. but you didn't, and he wiggles back in his broken in converses and return back to the bau with no elevator partner.

maybe another day.

a/n: sorry for the ending, this was getting too long so i had to cut it short 😓😓but i think it's kinda fitting! lmk if you guys want a part 2 <3

[hrrtshape]

BABES WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT DO YOU MEAN FIFTEEEEEEEEN DAYSSS!!!!!

i actually giggled when i read that. no, not just giggled. i got up and started jumping, tears swelled in my eyes, my cheeks hurt from smiling. i felt like i was the one who shifted.

please tell me more, tell me anything (or everything *wink*)

what was your favourite day there? how and why did you shift back here? tell me moooreee. this is seriously the keeewlest thing ever. and the fact that you did it so effortlessly - mhmmm, exactly how shifting is and should be. congrats!!!!

-sincerely, the nun girl

okay nun girl listen up

first of all. love yooooooou. second of all. yes. fifteen days. FIFTEEN. EHEHEH. in my better cr. just being a little new york city menace. imagine me like. carrie bradshaw if she wasn't real but was actually a bunch of stars in a body. spooky action at a distance type beat. my cr but richer like the walls were breathing money !!!!!!

fave day??? uhhhh OKAY. probably the day i went to central park with lily (rose depp who isn't an actress but instead my friend) and we just sat there with our expensive coats like a little tragic heiresses. we smoked and shared a bottle of strawberry soju. it was soooo??? intimate??? and just cosy and fun??? and everything i've always wanted in my life???? we also watched dogs. got drunk. IT WAS SO....FWUENFIUEWNUF??? you know??? i was living in a sofia coppola montage with a sprinkle of luca guadagnino and i'd never been happier in my entire existence.

NOW. i shifted back because. idk. the vibes got Too Much??? like imagine being in the best dream of your life but suddenly realising you’re IN IT and then your brain starts doing the windows xp error noise. ???? idk how to explain it even. also got my little bpd overstimulation period and felt like i wasn't worthy of it all so it all kinda added up. and then went oh. oh no. and next thing i knew i was back here staring at my ceiling like i just got ejected from the matrix. and then started violently sobbing.

so yeah. effortless shifting. easy peasy quantum leapy. i will be talking a lotttttt about what i did in my dr i just....need to kinda....ORGANISE MY THOUGHTS?? becase, ugh, adjustment periods. ANYWAYS. you can do it too. i believe in you. mwa mwa.

[oneforthemunny]

evieee i’m feeling soft and mushy and i had a thought... what was the eddies’ “oh. OH.” moment, like the exact moment they realized that reader was it for them and they actually wanted to marry reader :') i mean i know some eddies are not into the idea of marriage but that’s fine! but what about the others :') (also ily MWA)

omg this is so cute (ily2 mwahhh!)

so older!eddie you can actually read his because it’s the moment in don’t be cruel where they’re both with brielle and reader is just so happy and getting along with her and they’re actually getting along. that’s the first time he’s like yes i could marry her, i want to spend the rest of my life with her.

mafia!eddie it’s definitely after one of his more vulnerable moments. maybe after a particularly draining day when he lets the mask fall, so to say, and is open about how emotionally draining what he does is. the way she validates it and listens, tells him she doesn’t think less and just stands by him and supports. he’s looking at rings that next day.

boxer!eddie there’s an angst blurb with him about how he’s using steroids (found in vivis writing challenge masterlist) and the aftermath of that, when he sees how much she really cares and how passionate she is about him and his health and career. that’s really when he’s like, “damn. she does love me. and i really want to be with her forever.”

dom!eddie’s is definitely super simple and sweet, pretty early on too. they’re out listening to a band play somewhere, and she’s just all over him- very publically and unashamed. it’s not her usual scene but she goes for eddie. they’re both a little tipsy and he’s just absolutely love struck. feels like he wants to do everything and anything with her.

cowboy!eddie it would be the first time she came to one of his competitions. he told her not to come, didn’t want her to travel and move things around just for him, but she did anyways. didn’t tell him, just showed up and surprised him. it really meant a lot, and he’d tell her that much later, because normally he’d just say not to come bc no one ever showed up even if he asked. a defense mechanism for him really. so when she did it just meant the world to him and he wanted her to show up for everything for the rest of his life.

rockstar!eddie it was in nantucket. set after dark shadows when they take their trip to the summer house on the east coast. there was feelings there before with both of them, but they were still trying to fight them and hide them but this is where things change and they decide to try and date. but a specific moment would be during the fourth of july. there’s a firework show on the docks, eddie stands out from all the others clad in ralph lauren and linens and nb couldn’t love it more (such a stark contrast from the first meeting lol). it’s really mundane and something just flips and all eddies feelings come out and he’s just like ok i want to be with her.

janitor!eddie’s is really early on, really cutesy and simple. shortly after they start dating. his birthday, the first they celebrate together. she goes all out, gets steve’s help in planning a party at the hideout with all his friends. “even tried to reserve a room, munson. like we have a fuckin’ private room.” the owner cackled and told him. she got his favorite cake, even a gift, and he was so overwhelmed with affection and love and just was in love.

hockey!eddie it was pretty early on honestly. during the start of the season, their first together. he’s bummed because he’s out of town for halloween, his favorite holiday, and won’t get to celebrate. she flies out and surprises him, books a stay at a hotel for the holiday as a long weekend and the two go out. brings a costume (a special festive lingerie too for later) and they go out after eddie’s game to a bar that’s celebrating the holiday, they come back and spend the next day watching the halloween movie marathon on tv, splitting a bag of candy. just so casual and sweet, but eddie is head over heels.

modern!eddie, i mean he’s in love from the first moment lol but honestly, when she’s vulnerable with him. when she’s soft and shows a side of herself to him that feels so personal and special to see. he feels just overwhelmed and special to get to see it and is in love.

bouncer!eddie it’s so dumb but it’s true i’m sorry, and it’s the first time she lets him cum inside lmao. he’s been in love before but like she let him creampie her??? he’s never felt more connected and in love ever. genuinely. he’s so obsessed after that just infatuated.

[staarboyyy]

Spill

joe goldberg x gender neutral reader [ anatomy specific ]

18+ characters / scenarios - minors dni

> joe goldberg's internal dialogue

tags / warnings ; dead dove do not eat, "canon" joe, stalking, breaking and entering, voureism, somnophilia, noncon themes, masturbation, glove/latex play, reader has vagina, fourth wall breaks/unreality

summary ; hello you. im glad youre reading so much, you always know how to make my head spin.

word count ; 2.1k

a / n ; i absolutely love writing for joe! this was a concept i really wanted to mess around with, id highly suggest minding the tags and also minding the fact i write for joe out of pure morbid fun, not for fanservice! so proceed with caution of nonconsenual themes and general creepy behvior. But hey if you think most fics on here aren't in character, heres my doing my best to change that! mwa

You were right, this is... Different. I knew you liked writing. Maybe, not into literature as much as I am, but despite all my attempts at forcing your nose into a hardcover, it was precious. How cagey you were about your writing. I can see it now, that screen pressed flat to your chest, ashamed. You know I know, you have to. Your eyes are resting on the television in front of you as if you weren't thumbing your keyboard like a rabid animal just a few moments ago. What are you inspired by? Surely not the takeout, long cooled, sitting on the coffee table. But still, I like this game. I know it won't last long, and I know you'll cave into it - Into me.

Digital writing, not as much of a discrepancy to the world as I got to know you, got used to reading novels over your shoulder. I couldn't resist, not while you slept so beautifully, so deep in your dreams you wouldn't notice - No, not my business. I'm a good man, you need a good man; But trust is one thing, you caging your phone from me is another. Why are you protecting it like a live wire? One look then, just one.

Your attempt at a password is precious, did you know that? Biometrics, new school, even for me, but you couldn't part ways with your dearest number code. Clogged, different apps, the colors assaulted my eyes when you insisted on showing me a book you were looking for at Mooney's- You were thrilled when you did. My eyes will adjust. Now what app was it? I could feel the gray in my hair illuminating at the thought, but you refused to let me get too hasty over it when we met; I think you like it. Nothing too far gone in your notes app, aside from the occasional single words with nothing else. Do you ever clean out this garbled junk? Searching, and more and there it is, a little blue square, white T.

Navigating these things is not my expertise. I can feel the crows feet on my face blinking a flashing target on my back; I'm getting too old for this, but moving to your account, searching under 'drafts' pauses the train of thought. My name, pasted between filthy words - Did you write this? Legs, thighs, arousal; My heart is jamming, and I can't deny the sigh of relief breaching my lips. I glance down at you, still sleeping soundly beside me, your breathing even and soft. I'm the nice man at the bookstore, but you're twisting me around in your mind right now, aren't you? Are you dreaming of me? I glue my eyes back to the screen, resisting the physical urge to put a hand onto your warm body. You know I'm here, don't you? Stories, after stories - My hand on your throat, you crave this? The feeling of my heartbeat against your back, while I ravage you, fingers tangled in your hair, breathless. I can imagine it, just how you write it; It's not your fault you can't write me perfectly, but just seeing my name repeated, over and over, folded into your fantasies? You know me well enough to know I want you, well enough to know you drive me insane - Was this all on purpose? I try to be a decent man, a good man. And you trip into the reopening of Mooney's, small talk; That's all it was, but you knew.

Well. You... are a pervert, and trust me, I've seen everything; Describing my body? My cock, the weight and warmth of me in your mouth - Is it the writing, or the imagination that takes your breath when you touch yourself? The feeling of typing my name, writing it over and over like a mantra. I can picture you reading them, phone flush to your body, breathing wavering as you read over the words you wrote. You deny the real feeling, the feelings between us, but you can feel it. The pulse rushing from the words on your phone screen straight to your thighs; Fuck, why are you making me do this? Did you want to get me hard? This wasn't a part of the plan, and surely you know that. We've hardly even met, exchanged pleasantries. But I know you, now. The real you, I can see it now. Right now.

Hello, you. Reading more? I'm glad - I mean it, really, you know the nagging of the man at the bookstore is one thing, but you'll get used to the classics once you're mine. Really mine. Once I can wrap my arms around you while you sleep, once these aren't just fantasies; Some of these things are extreme, even for me, but you want someone who will do anything for you. A man who can thrust a blade to your throat, make you gasp for air, but also protect you from this evil world. It was irresponsible, but I'll remind you when you're mine to lock the windows before you sleep. For now, I've never been more thankful you're so forgetful - It's sweet. Your room is comfortable, breathable, and sharing your air is intoxicating. Can't you hear me breathing? Hovering beside you, watching over your most vulnerable and beautiful state? You're lucky to have me. Could you imagine if some random man broke into your bedroom at night? I'm here to protect you, protect our fantasy, you have no idea we share. I can't wait to come through the front door to see you after work, no more hiding under your bed, I promise. Unless you ask for it, of course. I'd do anything for you.

Joe's hand falls down over his body, the rustle wrenching a wince from his throat. Quiet, he reminds himself. His gloved hand white knuckled your phone as he palmed his cock. Sweat beads down the side of his jaw, the description of your perversions riding on the line of obscene - And he loved every moment of it. His breath shuddered, eyes dancing between the words on your screen and your sleeping frame. The thought of pulling back the covers, exposing your warmth to the sting of cold, his latex-gloved hands rolling over the soft of your stomach. Joe's shaking hand fumbled with his belt, the metallic click sending a shudder through your unconscious body. You shuffled slightly, kicking away the sheets; It was hot, the little knowledge of another occupant in your bed not reaching your subconscious. He broke the seam of his underwear, sweat sticking his pants to the apex of his thighs, pulling down just enough to free his throbbing cock. He hissed, the feeling of the latex glove on his shaft a sick reminder of this encounter; Unaware, but knowing more than you ever could. Choking back a grunt, he swallowed hard, squeezing at the tip of his cock. A bead of precum pearled at the slit, and Joe's heart staggered in his chest, thumb scrolling over your phone. He had been drooling, allowing the pool to spill into his glove before reaching down once again - He felt like an insatiable high schooler, dark eyes lulling half lidded between you and your fantasies on full display. Joe began slowly, imaging the vivid sight of splitting your cunt; You described it already, he didn't need to worry about supplementing his desires, or risk his saftey with tugging your at sheets and sleepshirt. Surely you know I'm here. Fuck, you feel amazing.

Joe hitched his hips upwards; He wanted to pound you into your squeaky mattress, crawl through the spaces of your room he so neatly memorized - All this for you, all of him for you. His chest tightened with a moan, head falling back ever so slightly, cock pulsing as his spiral fell deeper, darker. Joe shut his eyes, your phone falling onto his lap as he planted a hand over his mouth.

God dammit, you're tight. He could practically hear the swell of your moan, pitching to a whine as he reached the hilt. Relishing in the purely euphoric feeling of your cunt around him - He craved it, like an animal he trained to stay quiet, subservient. He groaned into his palm, panting softly as he stroked himself, wanting nothing more than the hot feeling of your cunt around him. Please, I've been good. I've played nice. Even while you read this now, you know how much I've resisted these things about myself - But you take pleasure in them. It horrifies me in every way imaginable, makes my stomach turn; I should be disgusted by the things you want from me. And here I am at the mercy of your body, your power over me palpable in your bedroom. The smell of you is surrounding me, suffocating me.

Joe stifles another moan, less hidden than he'd like. The veins of his cock surge, his chest swelling with the smell and taste of the air only you breathe. He wants to taste all of you, your hips grinding your cunt down onto his greedy tounge, your blood from a nick in the kitchen. Everything you could create, he wanted, needed. He sighed through gritted teeth into his gloved palm, teeth now clenching at the black latex. Why do you have to make this all so fucking difficult? I want to be what you need, not just a fantasy; We're more than a fantasy, you wouldn't come looking for me like this if it wasn't true - Does that scare you? That I can see you, all of you, the parts you obscure from your peers and family, and still love you the same? Fuck, you're going to ruin me, just the sound of your breathing gets me off.

Joe arched his back into his fist, chest quivering with a threat to let his voice spill. Clamping tight over his mouth, his eyes parted open to find your sleeping body; You rolled onto your back a few moments ago, arms tucked close to your chest. You were peaceful, unaware of the violation happening just inches away, in your own bed. The sight of it was obscene in Joe's mind, teeth breaking the thin barrier of latex as he clenched his jaw, feverishly stroking his cock. His sweat dripped from his jaw and chin, lips pursed as he focused on the rise and fall of your chest. Your lips, soft and parted, glossy with a smear of drool. I could do anything to you right now. And the idea of that makes your heart thrum - Is that not real? Real, true, romantic and fucked up love? I want to drown in you, taste every inch of your body and bare my soul to you. Joe tilts his head back, eyes glued to your face, his pace unwavering as the hot binding of his senses came to a rushing pulse. He bucked his hips, shuddering and making your bed squeak, spilling his cum into his hand and thighs. He couldn't tear his eyes from you, stroking himself more, somehow pushing past the peak. He frantically, sloppily used his cum as more lubricant, knawing into the latex of his glove. You would be so proud of my restraint - I want to follow every line of this, twist your fantasies into your reality until you can't tell why you crave me the way you do. I want to be in your dreams, to take up every one of your senses until I can call you mine; You already did these all for me, infected my dreams and urged my heart to keep you safe. Joe let a whimper pry from his throat as he came a second time, eyes rolling back at the image of you pleading on your knees for him. This time the rattle of your bed stirred your peace, Joe's shaking body just inches away. He just couldn't stop, the thrill sending a shockwave racketeering through his veins as your expression changed. Just a soft furrow of your brow, a soft hum passing your lips as you sighed, shuffling your legs. But it was enough to keep Joe on the edge, eyes pinning you to the spot as he slowed his strokes. The sloppy mess dripped over the knuckles of his gloved hand, staining the black fabric of his pants. His hips continued to tense at a steady pace, tongue clamped between his top and bottom set of teeth. Just one more, I deserve it, and you're loving this. Joe rubbed the tip of his thumb over his sensitive tip, lips parting with a painfully pleasured expression; He had to stay silent, he kept reminding himself. Though the obscene wet sound of his fist slick against his cock, in your bedroom, was more than he needed to finish a third time. His mind was numb, the smell of your sweat, the taste of the air you breathe - So much of you, all at once. The air was thick with Joe's heavy breathing, unsteady as he stood up from your bed, body still quaking with the ghost of pleasure. He pried alcohol wipes from his duffel bag, still catching his breath as he leaned down, beginning to wipe away any cum left on his pants. He can leave a thing out of place, underwear can go missing, but he refused to leave evidence of nights like these.

A weak moment, he told himself as he set your phone back down onto your bedside, resting every urge in his body to lean down and kiss your forehead. He let his eyes linger on you as he slowly zipped his small duffel bag, new items to keep nestled deep within the pockets. You wouldn't notice they were missing. Joe smiled softly at the thought, shaking his head as he moved back to his feet.

One day, I'll leave you something to find. You'd love that, and knowing that for a fact is something that will just make our love stronger. I'll be back tomorrow night, we have a date, now that you've given me so many new ideas.

[palmolli]

oh, and more on my rant about sksw Zelda to make it worse, you're welcome.

In the game, Zelda's mother is nowhere to be found, but Gaepora's there, so it's easy to make the assumption that her mother passed away. From what? Who knows. So I have a point with this.

Impa.

She's a strong woman, which is an example Zelda was deprived of honestly. Her dad found out she fell from the sky and just pat Link on the shoulder like, "I'm just gonna sit here and wait for you to bring her back and not do shiz." Not a very good example of a strong parent, but I'm not hating on Gaepora, I love the guy, actually. Rhoam can perish in a ditch. I know I know he was worried about Zelda and his kingdom, so he pushed her to unlock her powers because he cared, but the way he did it was so DOOKIE. I understand him as a character. Still hate him and hope 50 cartoon pianos fall on him. Not all at once, so he survies and just has to feel the pain over and over again. Now, back to what I was saying.

Impa is a wise, strong, silent type, but she's not heartless. She clearly cares about Zelda, and even in her younger more grrr years, her soft side still saw the light a little. If I were Zelda, I would immediately upgrade her to mother status. Because of that and the fact Zelda didn't have a mother, I headcanon that during her journey, she started seeing Impa as a mother figure. She probably learned things from her that Gaepora was definitely too awkward to talk to her about, or he just refused to believe she was growing up because that seems like something he'd do or maybe I'm just projecting?

Zelda 100% ranted to Impa about Link, which led to Impa acting like a girl dad and just bullying her daughter's man, and she definitely told Zelda he was a distraction. She expected a lot from Link and wasn't gonna allow her daughter around mr. BoyFailure. I NEED MORE CONTENT OF THEM. I NEEEEEEEEDDDD ITTTTTTUUUUHHHHH. Like they're just a neat little pair, and I just love them so much. I'm so normal about skyward sword, shush.

Cough. Impa was EXTREMELY overly harsh on Link, but that was just due to her protectiveness. And at the end she even SMILES at Link!!!!! SHAKDHEKDBEK. But uh... just like with Sonia, Zelda's mother figure got ripped away.

MY HEAAAAARTTTT!!!! I LOVED HERRRRRRR 💔💔💔💔💔

WE BARELY SEE THEIR RELATIONSHIP. WE COULDVE GOTTEN SO MUCH MORE OF THEM IF THAT DLC OR WHATEVR IT WAS GOT MADE. I HATE YOU NINTENDO I HATE YOUUUU!!!! (not the workers they're just doing their job) YOU GAVE ME FALSE HOPE YOU FRICKS. I THOUGHT THEYD BE TOGETHER AGAIN, BUT THEN YOU MADE GRANNIE EXPLODE INTO GLITTER YOU FOPPLING DUNDERHEADS. YOU BROKE MY HEART, PUT IT BACK TOGETHER AND JUST SHATTERED IT AGAIN BECAUSE YOU'RE A BUNCH OF EVIL FRIBBLES. NOBODY TALKS ABOUT HER GREIF ENOUGH POOR ZELDA HAS BEEN PUT IN AN EMOTIONAL BLENDER. LIKE COME ON LET HER BREATHE FOR FIVE SECONDS 😭

I lowkey believe Hylia got the worst fate in the Zelda franchise next to like oot link. She's not really a goddess anymore, just a ghost. So she can't die she can't go to heaven, and she just has to watch her descendants get tortured in an endless cycle for the rest of time. ALL BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID TRIFORCE!

THE TRIFORCE WAS THE REAL ZELDA VILLAIN ALL ALONG.

GREED WAS THE VILLAIN

IT WAS GREEEDDDD

EAT THE RICCCHHHHHH!!!

...

Got a little off track. Let me just roll my car back onto the road real quick.

Sksw Impa is the best Impa ever argue with the wall idc. Her design is mwa, her character is mwa, love her, all the cookies to her. Also to Zelda, she needs sum cookies, goodness gracious. Am I reading too much into a video game? yes, I am. Cry about it or something. I don't know, do what you want I could not care less. Unless you're like committing an unforgivable crime, then I care.

In conclusion:

Just stop reading. Bye-bye, have a nice day and thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[ririxbot]

ｉｎｔｒｏ ｐｏｓｔ ♡彡

DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT CLAIMING TO HAVE ANY DID OR PERSONALITY DISORDER, THIS IS JUST HOW I FEEL AND I WANTED TO SHARE IT. IF I USE LANGUAGE THAT IS SIMILAR TO DID TERMS IM NOT SAYING I HAVE THE DISORDER IM JUST USING THE TERMS LIKE ALTER/HOUSEHOLD/SYSTEM BECAUSE THEY MAKE SENSE FOR MY FEELINGS AND IDENTITIES, I AM NOT CLAIMING DIAGNOSIS /pos

basic info for the small brains who like organised thingies

💓 names: riri, ri, riri bot, ribot, i like pet names too :3

💖 gender: robot girl, half genderless robot half hyper feminine soft girl, sometimes feel more boyish!! (that’s jun!)

💞 pronouns: she/it/he/ really anything but please don’t use they them too often but i don’t mind any others really :3

💗 sexuality: riri bot is non sexual she doesn’t like talking about stuff like that sorri, but likes girls or mostly feminine people. don’t really think about romance when i’m riri tho so idk. normal self is lesbian.

💓 age: my bodily age is 14 buttttt i don’t feel like any particular age mostly schoolgirl age, idk i’m a robot, robot not have age hehe

💖 personas: roshi is my normal self, she’s the head of the household so to speak!! riri is me, this blog. jun is kind of like a boy version of me but more musical and more of a voluntary character acting thing :)

💞 tags: #riri bot is my blog tag, every post should be tagged this apart from some reblogging usually!!

#riri malfunction is for when riri short circuits and goes a bit too silly. oops. stimming overload usually but not always in a bad way!

#jun is for anything jun related, he likes to say silly stuff sometimes

#riri loves her moots is for moot interaction!

#character is for any character that i am consciously writing and acting as, not an actual alter i feel myself as.

#riri and bonsai is for anything with my fellow small friend :3 (only if they want to ofc)

#riri rp is for any roleplay

i haven’t posted much in all of these tags, just planning ahead for when i do use them! 😼

🌟 dni list 🌟

any bigotry, nsfw, anti agere, anti system, ableist, mean people in general

🌟 interests!!!!!! :3 🌟

writing, drawing, singing, k-pop. i love twice, chuu, and some jpop groups too. i love fluffy and cute things make me feel small happi yes yes :3 also sugar yum yum

might update more soon but riri needs charging!!!

i love u thank you for the read bye bye bye bye 💓

- riri :3 mwa

silly sana wowowowowowowoowow

[ruinix]

Hey girl. I hope you’re doing better. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. If it makes you feel any better I fall to my knees when you post your blurbs, regardless of if they’re smutty or dark or whatever. They’re just jealous of you and if they can’t differentiate real life from fiction, that says a lot about them instead of you. Keep doing what you’re doing girl ily ❤️

Hey there, lovely. I am doing well. I slept but needed hydration. Don't worry about me.

I have put the issue away from my head. Please don't call them jealous. I also get what they're coming from. I did wrote an extemely dark content. It is concerning. Right now, I can't even read it too. But i'll be better. Again, don't worry. Once I'm in a better headspace for dark, I will read more of my usual dark romance books and fics and make some myself.

For now, it will be me and my fluffy romance novels and fluffy content.

Anyway, I thank you for enjoying what I wrote. I got a few blurbs on the way, they're crowding my drafts now lmao. A drabble too, but I am not too happy with how it turned out so it will be scrapped. It will be sent into a rework again, nothing new. I always do that with my drabbles. Sending lots of love your way. Mwa.