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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Can we finally call a Truce? ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Hades!Reader Synopsis: Percy takes you on a roadtrip to his favorite place ever, Montauk !! Warning(s): some swearing Word Count: 1978

╰➤ MASTERLIST pt6

The semester at college for Half-Bloods was now coming to a close. Students were allowed to go home and visit family, or go where ever they wanted really, and have fun before the beginning of the next learning period.

Sadly for you, your mom was kinda not taking visitors. In other words, she died when you were young. While you stayed at camp you were a year-round camper, and now you were a year-round college student. Except for this year, now you had a boyfriend who invited you to stay with him for the next two weeks before the semester started up again.

"Soo Percy, are you ever gonna tell me what we're doing?" You asked Percy as he laid on your chest, between your tits.

"I can't telll youuu" he snuggled in closer.

"Oh my godsssss pleaseeee" you begged as you rolled the two of you over, with you now sitting on his lap. Percy didn't answer you as he just sat there and stared. "Take a picture it'll last longer."

And without missing a beat, he took out his phone and took a picture of you. You just groaned louder and slapped the phone out of his hand. "PERCY."

"Yes Y/NN" its hard to concentrate when he talks in that tired voice, dragging out his words. But you pull through. Gods your so strong, you deserve a medal.

"I need to know so I know what clothes to pack, we literally leave tomorrow " your now gripping his shirt, pulling him back and forth.

"As little clothes as possible" you just started shaking him harder for a real answer before he grabbed your wrist, making you stop. "Alright alright. Just pack.. beach clothes. Shorts, bathing suits, you know."

"Now was that so hard?"

"Extremely, but honestly why pack? With a body like yours, who needs clothes?"

"HAHA." You shouted and put on a straight face. Trying to keep your straight face just made you want to laugh even more. You just leaned down and kissed him before running pack to your dorm and packing.

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Today was the today Percy was kidnapping you and taking you to this undisclosed location. Just kidding, that's extreme. As you both got into the car Percy finally told you where the two of you will be going.

"So finally, is it the time you'll be telling me where your taking me?"

"FINEE. We're going to this cabin up in Montauk. I used to go there all the time when I was younger."

"Gods I feel like I haven't left that college in literally forever." you groaned out.

"And you'd think you at least get a little smarter, but your still the same airhead you were when I first met you" Percy snickered.

"Oh ok" you turned your knees away from Percy, he just laughed at your pettiness.

"This is basically you saying you want to stay here and give the classes a better shot." You slowly turned just your head and glared at Percy. He was giving you that stupid grin you've grown to love, and you turned back around while Percy put his free hand on your thigh.

"That's my girl" he leaned over and gave you a peck on the lips before starting to drive off.

The drive to Montauk was about a 2-4 hour drive, you were one to get a little carsick but Percy kept you too entertained to notice it. He decided to start playing music and switched to his playlist. And the first to song to play? You wouldn't have guessed it. 'California Gurls' by Katy Perry.

"Oh my gods Percy there's no wa-"

"I" Percy cut you off. "Know a place!" You just sat there laughing your ass off as Percy obliterated the song. "Where the grass is really greener."

You couldn't help but join in. "Warm, wet, and WILDD" you both harmonized horrifically.

"There must be somethin' in the water Sippin' gin and juice Layin' underneath the palm trees"

Gods don't let them become singers.

"You could travel the world but nothing comes close to the golden coast Once you party with us You'll be fallin' in love Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh"

You couldn't even continue, you were laughing to hard at Percy. He was truly resonating and becoming one with Katy Perry. He become one with me first Katy.

[6:54] PM

Thankfully after about one more hour, you finally arrived at the cabin. Before you walked in, you both sat on the hood of Percy's car and finished watching the sunset in piece. Percy was laid back while you laid in his chest with his arm around you. As the both of you sat together in silence, you had the same thoughts. Three words you wanted to say to each other.

"I love you."

You both raised your eyebrows and turned to each other, wondering if you both really said it at the same time. When it clicked that that's what happened all you could do was just lean in and kiss him deeply.

After you both pulled away Percy grabbed the both of your bags and headed over to the cabin. You walked inside you started to look around. It was so.. warm. It really felt like this was where a family would live. It's something you ever really experienced, so this was nice.

"I could only imagine the parties you've probably thrown when nobody was home." You said as you leaned on a counter in the open kitchen.

"Parties? I've never brought anyone here before."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, this is a really important place to me and my mom, so I've never brought anyone here."

"Wow, are you saying im special or something?" You started fluttering your eyelashes, on the cusp of laughing.

"Very, I don't know. When I'm with you, it's like I'm home. So why not bring home home." Percy just beamed at you. He looks at you like you were the only girl in the world for him. Who was better for him than you anyways?

"Wow it almost sounds like your in love with me."

"I think because I am, I don't know though I could be wrong."

"Perchance." You can't just say perchance😭

"Anyways.. get your swimsuit. Third times the charm I'm winning this hippocampi race."

"Yeah yeah, in your dreams fish brain."

You guys ran the ocean together. This water felt different, like it was more fresh or something you didn't know. Maybe everything just felt better when Percy was around. It was like he wielded heart-shaped glasses on your face and you saw the whole world in a shade of pink. The hippocampi finally swung by prompting you guys to hop on. And weirdly enough. You won again. How Percy loses races in his own domain? You'll never know. Was he letting you win? Big chance. You thought him letting you win was cute so you didn't mention it. Plus you just liked winning.

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You and Percy would cuddled up on the bed in his room. His head was in on your chest while you ran your fingers through his hair. His hair smelled like the beach, he always smelled like the beach. It was a musk that came off at all times. It was so calming. Being in Percy's arms, you felt protected. Slowly, you felt yourself drifting off to sleep.

[9:43] AM

Next morning you woke up to Percy still asleep in your arms. You decided that'd you sneak off and make him some breakfast. As you got up, you tip-toed your way into the kitchen and say that there were ingredients to make pancakes. You weren't a cook, but those were your specialty. Twenty minutes pass ad your just about finished with the batter when you hear the door open. You turn and see a bed-haired Percy walking up behind you.

"Aww is this for meee" he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Of course, your not the only chef around here you know."

"Debatable, if you only really have one dish on your menu, how much of a chef are you really?" You just rolled your eyes.

"I'm an amazing chef thank you."

"Yeah okay. You're still missing a crucially ingredient in the Jackson house." Percy walked to a cabinet, leaving you confused. Your questions were quickly answered as he pulled out a small bottle of blue food coloring. You giggled as you held out the bowl to Percy as he turned your batter a nice sea shade of blue.

"Okay now they're perfect. You can just sit and relax now, let mamas spoil you." He just laughed at the name you gave yourself, ultimately listening to you and just watching you do your thing. You looked so in your element, so focused. That's how you always looked when you did something you enjoyed. He wondered if you'd have the same smile on your face when you cooked for more people in the future. Wink wink.

"And.." You turned to face Percy with a giant plate of pancakes. "Bon appétit."

"Wow, it actually looks edible"

"Your so kind and loving."

"Thank you, it's some of my better qualities. Including my amazing jawline and bulging muscles."

You hummed in agreement before speaking up "Yes Percy, its good for us to dream I agree."

"You dream, I live in reality."

"Can you just enjoy my pancakes?"

"Yes ma'am" Percy saluted and continued to devour your food. After you finished Percy began to clean the plates. Relationships are 50-50 of course. You went to put some clothes in the closet when you found little cans of paint sitting on the bottom. It was body paint, who gasped as you grabbed it and ran out to Percy.

"PERCY PERCY PERCY" you were jumping up and down waiting for him to face you.

"What's got you so excited?" He finally turned around.

"You had body paint sitting in your closet look" you held up the cans in his face. "Can we pleaseeeee?"

"Yo tat me up. Make me look exquisite if you will." And of course you did. You were a secret little artist.

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StyxGirl • 23 min

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"Can you stop squirming" you said as you sat on Percy's butt while painting his back.

"Gods forbid I'm a wee bit ticklish"

"A wee bit, no way the phrase a wee bit just left your mouth."

"Sorry I'm just one for words in a world where you tell me to 'GFY'." He used air quotes around 'GFY'.

"And I'm just a girl in world in which my only job is to marry rich."

"I regret showing you fucking Hamilton."

"I love you too."

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screaminglygay · 8 months

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KINKTOBER day 5

pairing: ghostface! sam carpenter x fem!reader

summary: you and sam are besties, but do you tell each other everything? (what is this? i dunno)

warnings: smut!!!, dom!sam x sub!reader, sam is a big meanie for a little, spanking, degradation, dirty talk, swearing, killing mentioned, tiny bit of knife play, slapping, crying, not proofread, if anything else, let me know - I’ll add it

word count: 4.4k

an: enjoy I guess, let me know your opinions, also thanks for so much support with wanda, tbh I though that it won’t do this great, but it did and all of you are so horny freaks, including myself, but truly I appreciate it!!!💕💕

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky season and be safe!

The phone rings again, hidden caller. Picking up a secret number is really not your style. You let it ring, if they truly need you, they will write you a message.

Buzz.

Oh and they do need something important. You take your phone and look at the notification.

Hidden number

8:36PM

Call me ASAP, please! I can´t open the excel!

You calmed down a little bit as it was probably your classmate and accidentaly made their phone number hidden. Taking a deep breath before calling someone was always your go to thing, since the whole situation is very stressfull, you´d much rather write a long paragraph over a text, then just call someone. But since it´s about school, you´re less nervous.

You finger touch the last missed call and it starts to ring, as soon as you see that the other side picked it up, you started to speak.

"Hey! Sorry, I didn´t hear the phone. Anyways what´s going on with that file?" You took your notebook in case you have to make step by step tutorial to your classmate, because it wouldn´t be for the first time.

"No one ever told you lying is bad, (Y/N)?" You didnt recognize the voice, it wasn´t a voice you remember anyone having from your class, or the whole school. It was deep, raspy and mostly scary. You didn´t like horrors very much, but you were positive that you´ll get prank called or jumpscared by some idiot. And here they are, idiot on the line, at least that´s what you think.

"Haha very funny..." You´re mostly annoyed, but there is this side of little you, who is hoping this is truly your idiot classmate and no one else. "Do you wanna help with the sheet or not?"

Long big sigh can be heard on the other side. "And I thought you were a nice girl, (Y/N). Guess I was wrong. Don´t worry, we´ll work on that."

Now your little scary thought became a little bit bigger. You weren´t so sure it was someone you know.

"Who am I speaking with? Sorry, I don´t have your number added." You hoped they would say your name, you would stop panicking and it would be done it two minutes.

"Someone who likes to play games. (Y/N), would you like to play a game?" the raspy voice asked.

"No, thank you." Out of nervousness and mostly fear you hang up. You didn´t even realize until you stoped hearing the rapsy breath. Even if there was a truly a classmate who wanted a help, they shouldn´t prankcall you. Gosh how much you hated these things.

The phone didn´t ring again for quite some time, so you just let it go. Taking a long shower sounded like the best idea now. Out of the closet you took oversized shirt and some shorts and you headed to the bathroom. Doing your usual skin care routine went on automatic and brushing your teeth as well.

Coming back to your room, you notice that you left your closet opened, you sigh and close the door. Being too tired to prepare your clothes for tomorrows school day. As you lay on your bed, you hug your big teddy bear and your eyes immedietly close as you drift to sleep.

...

The next day goes smooth, first lecture was actually really interesting and you didn´t felt tired at all. You had your morning coffee and today was just a good day, you could feel it. You didn´t have those in a while, so it is very welcome.

Second lecture was indeed boring, but at least you know that the human eye blinks an average of 4 200 000 times a year, which is... a new information, that´s for sure. But the professor ended class sooner, so at least you had more time for lunch. And that´s a plus.

As you´re sitting alone, eating your lunch on a bench in a park, where you like to spend your free time between the classes, someone taps on your shoulder.

"Oh hi, Sam!" You smile, seeing your friend always makes your day better. "What are you doing here, I thought you´re working today." You scoop so Sam can sit next to you.

Sam met you when you were running late, literally. You two bumped into each other few months ago and because you spilled your coffee on her, you just had to pay for it somehow. So after you quickly gave her your number and basically sprinted out, Sam made sure you´ll keep your promise. And you did, few days after that you two met again and over a coffee realized how much things you two have in common.

She seemed like a cold and closed of person at first, but she is actually the sweetest teddy bear, as you like to call her for fun. Sam told you many times she hated it, but you made a good points that she is just so sweet, big and you feel safe when you´re around her, just like with teddy bear in your bed. And she was a taller than you, so that´s another point. After few "arguments" she actually let you win, so she is now your big and protective teddy bear.

You two started to hang out more and more, which just confirms your initial click, that Sam felt as soon as she laid her eyes on your sweet and innocent face.

"Well maybe I lied and I wanted to suprise you." Sam answers as she sits next to you.

"I am surprised," you giggle. "I have like a hour and something before my next lecture, so..." You look at your phone.

"Good." Sam smiles and tilts her head, she notices that you´re smiling ear to ear. "What got you smiling like that, (Y/N)?"

"Hm... nothing in particular, but it´s just a good day. And I´m enjoying a every single bit of it." You answer and your cheeks start to hurt a bit from all the smiling, you did in the last 10 minutes.

"Oh, I see. As you should." She nudges your arm with hers. "What are you doing after school?"

"I have to finish some excel to my statistic class, but besides that... nothing." Your thoughts are taking you back to last night and your weird call, with who you thought was your classmate.

Sam notices your smile fading and put her hand on your thigh, something she did pretty often, but it brings you butterflies everytime. "(Y/N)?"

"Hm? Yeah?" Sam just raises her eyebrow. "It´s nothing, I just had this weird person from school call me yesterday and... yeah, it was weird. A stupid prankcall." You roll your eyes.

Sam move her hand on your thigh up and down, trying to sooth you. "What did they say?"

"Just some stupid stuff, like do you want to play a game. Do I look like I want to play a game?" You sigh.

"Depends on the game. Horor game? Probably not. The Sims 4? Absolutely yes." Sam chuckles as you punch her arm.

"Every woman has her needs, mine is playing The Sims. Can you blame me?" You laugh, Sam always helps you with your bad and anxious thoughts.

The rest of your free time you two shared a lots of laughs, smiles and overall a good quality time together. Until you had to go back to your lectures, which made your day a little worse, since you wanted to keep talking to Sam.

...

Few hours later you finally finished all of your lectures for the day. You didn´t have that energy boost as you did this morning, but you´re still in a good mood. So you decided to walk from school back to your dorm. And even if it was October, it was still kinda warm outside so you put some soft music on and decided to walk.

Stepping into your dorm you notice that something is bad, you can´t point a finger on what it is, but the vibe seems off. Shaking off the feeling didn´t help for long, because as soon as you reach for your keys the ligh on the other side of the hall just turn off.

"Shit!" You flinch and your hands start to shake. As you succesfully get inside you lock your door faster than ever.

"Oh my god-" you take a few deep breaths. "It was just a light, (Y/N), everything is good. It was just a light." Mumbling out loud these words, in hopes that it will calm you down.

You turn all of your lights in your home on as a prevention for your mind from creating something that is not there. Lastly you go to your bedroom and open the door, you stop in your track in a moment when your eyes met a tall black figure next to your opened closet.

A cold shivers run down your spine, but with confidence it´s just your mind playing tricks you turn on the light even there.

But that choice just showed you, that this time, it´s not your mind playing tricks, but there is actually someone in your house. A tall black silluete turned into a big person with a black cloak and a white mask, looking like a ghost. You´ve seen this mask many times during Halloween parties. Quickly scanning the person you notice that they´re holding a knife. A knife!

"Oh fuck!" You qiuckly close your bedroom door, hoping you will get more time, but of course you had to lock all of your locks and jumping from a window was not an option since you´re living in the 9th floor.

Shit, shit, shit. Wait... I don´t hear anything.

The only thing that you can hear is your heartbeat, no steps, no breathing, just your heart. Looking back, noticing that the door you slammed shut before are now open again.

Your living in your worst shitty nightmare.

It´s a tap on your shoulder that almost makes you lose it. You let out the most horror scream in your entire life, you didn´t even think you could scream like that. The tall person with ghostface mask is standing right next to you, they shake their head and one of their hands makes it over your mouth to keep you shut. As soon as your bodies hit the floor, which suprisingly didn´t hurt at all due to all the adrenaline you have in you, right now. They pull their knife to your face and slowly slide it across your cheek, not hurting you in any way.

Your breathing gets faster and faster to the moment you feel like you start to hyperventillate.

"Hello, (Y/N). You cut our call last night, so I felt like meeting you in person, again, would help us solve the excel problem. Don´t you think?" It was the same raspy, deep voice you heard yesterday over the phone.

"I- uh s-sure." You nod as you mumble your answer agaist her hand, noting better came to your mind.

"Sure? Now you don´t have a problem with that, but yesterday you cut me off like I was a fucking no one?!" Now you were truly hoping that this is just a nightmare and you will wake up. "Isn´t it fair if i cut you off too? So you would now how it feels?" Their knife is swinging infront of your face again.

"I- No, please, don´t. I- i uh I´m sorry!" You mumble agaist their hand.

The person on top of you just laughs and bring your hand above your head and now you can´t move at all.

"I think it´s fair, you know how shitty I felt? And today you´re doing like nothing happened? Like I was just.. what did you described me as... as a weird person who said stupid stuff?" Their face coming closer to you. "I think it´s fair to show me some fucking respect." you feel a slight sweet cologne coming from that person.

A scent you know very well, It starts with a fresh burst of citrus, like a mandarin. With a little hint of vanilla and amber adds depth and warmth. This scent is a subtle and comforting, like a cherished memory to you. A cherished person, you know too well.

It can´t be...

Your eyes shift, looking over the mask again, your eyes anaylzing from side to side, like you´re trying to read their mind through the eyes on the mask.

They tilt their head again, the knife slowly going away from your face. You hope that what you thing is just a big misunderstanding, it can´t be her. Not your Sam.

"Sammy?" You mumble as their hand is going away from your mouth. Few tears forming in your eyes.

"Oh look at you, you figured it out." She takes her mask of and it was like a bullet straight through your heart. "Now be quiet or I´ll shut you up." She picks you up, like nothing and wallks quickly into your bedroom.

This was not your Sam, not your friend, she look like her, but her actions were the exact opposite of your comfort person.

She throws you at the bed and you´re now laying on your stomach, she comes closer to you again and whispers into your ear.

"Every woman has her needs, mine is playing with you, (Y/N). Can you blame me?" She chuckles as she repeat what you´ve said earlier. "Ass up." She put her hands on your hips and you put your ass up, as she told you. Too scared to do anything else. "Good girl." Sam praises you.

"S-Sam.." you whine out between with your tears streaming down your face.

"Oh shush, did no one told you to speak nicely about your friends? And not talk-" she spanks you, hard, "shit about your friends?" Sam spanks you again, this time it was even harder.

"I´m sorry, Sam- I didn´t-" you try to talk, but it´s hard when your face is burried in the pillows.

"I. Dont. Want. To. Hear. It. Now." Her voice was harsh and so was her hands on your ass with each words she growls into your ear, even when you have your clothes on, it still hurts too much. "Just take what I give you and then we might talk." Without any warning she takes your pants off, slicing your shirt and throwing it away.

"No bra?" Sam laughs. "You went the whole day without a fucking bra, you´re so pathetic, (Y/N)." She runs her knife on your back, she´s doesn´t want to hurt you really, at least not right now. "You did this on purpose? You´re look so innocent, but you´re not so innocent, are you?" Her hands find its way on your tits, she give them a tight squeeze and you can´t help, but let out a big moan.

You like this, which shock you more than the fact, that Samantha Carpenter broke into your house, just to play with you.

Her big strong arms, oh god how much you love her amrs. The way they hold you during your sleepovers, how they caught you everytime you walk into the street without looking both sides, or how they always brought comfort to you. Everytime.

But now? It´s totally different now, at least that´s what you think and Sam noticed that. And she can´t have you be thinking this much, when she wants to have her sweet time with you.

Her hands playing with your nipples, pinching each one very hard for you to come back to her. And you did, you realize just now that you´re not crying anymore, you´re just a moaning mess.

"You´re doing so good, look at you, mi amor, taking all the spanks as a punishment for how mouthy you were." You can sense the smile in her words and it´s like your Sammy is speaking to you, which instantly make your worries go away. Your body relaxes againt her and she can feel it, it´s like a small win for her. "Good, just like that."

You moan once again, it was more a needy moan than anything else. One second you´re on your stomach and the other one, you´re on your back, Sam holding your waist to scoop you closer to herself. She´s still wearing the black cloak, that don´t scare you anymore. If anything it is kinda attractive, that she´s still in her clothes and you´re just in your panties.

Looking at her with needy eyes was something that Sam saw a many times. Begging her to pick you up after school, or give you her hoodie, when you were cold. Or those many times when you cannot reach something, because it was way to high.

But this time you have this spark in your eyes, the good girl was gone, now Sam could really see the needy whore, who hid under the inoccent cover for the whole time. And this time Sam takes this as the ultimate win.

"Please-" you whine.

The most confident smirk appears on Sam´s face as her hands runs down your body, finally kissing your neck. "Please what?" Sam asks you between those sloppy kisses.

You let out another whine.

"I´m letting you speak, if i was you, i´d better use it." She bites your neck, which will definetly make a nasty bruise.

"Use me." Your move your head, so Sam has better acces to your neck.

"Oh wow, such a fitlhy words, for such a pretty little girl." She chuckles as she keep kissing your neck, her hands finding your tits again.

You never knew your nipples were this sensitive, but Sam knows. Of course she does. You feel as her hands are grooping your breasts, but you´re not satysfied, you want to see her, so you tug on her cloak and let out a whine.

"What?" She mumbles agaist your neck and then she pulls away to make eye contact with you.

"I wanna see you." You tug on her cloak again, "please."

Sam without a beat took her cloak off and she was now in her black underwear, sitting on top of you as your eyes wonder. She gives you a little time for checking her out and god you could stare at her for days. The light in your room making her muscles look even sharper, not that she needs it, but you just can´t have enough of her.

"You´re not so sad now, huh?" She smirks again, fuck how much you hated that confident smirk. Without waiting for your actual response, she dive back, her lips on your neck, making sure that after tonight everybody knows who do you belong to.

After a few minutes of Sam being basically a vampire, she starts to kiss her way down, slowly as she stops at your nipples again. Slowly, but hasrshly sucking on them, making sure to keep an eye contact with you. " Keep your eyes at me." You could cum just from watching her.

She treats you like a blank canvas, and as a skilled artist, she must make sure that you are painted with her in the end and with a pleasure you won´t forget.

Her big muscular hands are sliding down your body, pinching your inner thighs to tease you. She knows what you want, but she won´t give in that easily, even when you´re looking at her with those cute and innocent eyes.

Your hands are sliding off your panties, but Sam qiuckly takes your hands. "They are staying on and keep your hands above your head." Her raspy voice sends shivers down your pussy, that is now drenched, because of her touches and skilled movements.

You put your hands back above your head, wiggling a little to show Sam how impatient you are. She just sends you a quick slap on your thigh and you giggle.

Her finger slowly going up and down your clothed pussy, you can already see how wet your panties are and if Sam wasn´t that needy, she would make fun of you. Seeing you like this gives her so much power and let´s be real you are really feeding her ego.

"Sam!" You move your hips up, hoping she will actually do something.

"(Y/N)!" She mocks you with innocent smile on her face.

"Fuck- I need your fucking hands in me or I swear I´m gonna lose it!" You did lose it already.

"You want my fucking hand in you? You like my hands?" Sam whispers.

"I do! So much! I need your big hands in me, please!" You shift towards her again.

"Aww pretty little girl, do you think that your pussy will take my big hands?" Sam´s finger barerly toucing your slit.

"Yes! I can take it!" You think that you will be crying from the frustration.

"Say it."

"My little pussy will take your big fucking fingers! Hands! Whatever you give me, I can take it, Samantha!" You groan.

"Oh you´re using my full name, you really need it, huh?" She smirks again, but your wish is her command and in the end she wants to make you feel good. Pushing your panties to the side, your juices are everywhere and god she loves it.

"Is this for me?" Sam softly asks.

"Only for you." You give her a small smile.

"In that case-" she slides her two fingers in you, slowly pushing in and out. Sam already feels your pussy pulsating and her fingers get almost swallowed by you. "Oh wow, I was so wrong about you and I´m so happy I was." She adds another finger.

You whine, you feel aready so close, your pussy is feeling like it´s on fire, your hips going up and down and Sam´s just enjoying the view. You want more, so you feel like grabing Sam´s hand is a good idea. She raises her eyebrow and slip her fingers out of you.

You whine out, immedietly feeling empty, you feel like you gonna burst out, you really need to cum, but now you lost everything that felt good.

Sam slaps your pussy one time, but damn it´s painful. "I said, keep your hands to yourself." Her fingers slides quickly back into you, both of you know, that you´re very close.

"Ple-" you can´t even finish the word without a moan.

"Go on, scream. I want you to fucking scream my name, mi amor." She uses both of her hands now, one sliding in and out of you and the other one playing with your clit, which is something that gets you over the edge pretty easily.

Your whole body flex under her touch, this is the best release you ever had, it felt better than anything in this world, she definetly know what she´s doing. As you scream her name, Sam slows down her movements, for you to ride it all out, without being too overstimulated.

Sam gives you two kisses on each of your inner thighs and then kiss her way back up. She´s smiling and you are too.

The atmosphere went from being scared of your life to you having THE time of your life.

"There you go, little girl. How are we feeling hm?" Sam whispers into your ear as she wraps her strong hands around you.

"Fucking confused." You let out a small giggle.

"Watch your tone, young lady." Her hand squeezes your wrist.

"I- I´m good. Just... what just happened?" You lean into her.

Sam laughs as you´re confused. "You know I hate Halloween, you scared the living shit out of me with this prank, Sam. If you wanted to... you know, you could´ve just asked. I though you were some murderer!" You lazily mumble as you are half asleep already.

"Yeah and I love Halloween and asking you for a fuck session is not so fun. Me a murderer? Oh please." She kisses your head.

"Hmm.. whatever." You are too tired to have this conversation with her.

As you fall asleep in the arms of Samantha Carpenter you felt happy, today was really a great day.

Sam made sure you were dead asleep before getting up from the bed, but as soon as she did, you instantly start to move in discomfrot. She quickly grab your teddy bear and made you cuddle him instead and her plan worked. Cute smile was on your face again and Sam was glad you had this stuffie here as a replacement for her, when she needs to do her job. She knew you will be overthing when you woke up to an empty bed, so she quickly scribble down a note.

"I´ll call you later, I had to go to work, -s"

She took her knife that was laying on the ground, take on her cloak and last but not least take on her ghostface mask and went to work.

She was never a murderer, she was and still is just a protector. Especially when it comes to you.

…

Of course you had to call Sam, when you heard the news.

"Hi, how is my sleepyhead?" She chuckles into the phone.

"Hey, um... did you hear the news?" You quickly say to her, as you´re almost out of breath.

"What news?" She asks you.

"There was a murder, someone in a ghostface mask was seen few streets from my dorm. They killed a girl from my statistic class, I mean... I didn´t know her, but it´s still scary." As you say this, goosbumbs appear on your arms.

"Oh shit, that´s... scary even for me. Are you okay?" Sam asks with concern.

"Yeah, I didn´t know her or anything, but it´s crazy. Especially when you can buy the mask anywhere, since you have it too." You ramble over the phone.

"Right. It´s like I killed her, right?" Sam responds.

"Sam, don´t joke about these things. Can you maybe come to mine after work?" You really need her, to protect you and make you feel safe again.

"Give me 15 minutes." And with that Sam hang up. Drove away from the empty parking lot, where she watched your classmate, Tony. She heard a few stories from you, that Tony was being a dick during your presentation and no one can be a dick to you. No one.

And today is Tony’s lucky day, because you need her now and that´s way important. When she´s with you, no one can hurt you.

Only she can and that´s how it should be all the time.

Thank you for reading! Have a great day!!! And tell me what you think<3

#adele writes #samantha carpenter #samantha carpenter x reader #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #ghostface!sam #scream universe #kinktober 2023

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sage-green-matcha · 10 months

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Hello! I absolutely adore your writing and I think it is amazing 🫶 could you do something summer camp based? (like anything summer camp related)

CRULE SUMMER - ETHAN LANDRY 🏕️

“It’s cruel summer, with you” - Taylor Swift

MINORS DNI!

Content includes: Mean Ethan, enemies to lovers, summer camp! Sexual tension!

A/n: two requests in one!

You couldn't stand Ethan Landry. His annoying voice ticked you off, acting like he was so innocent. Everything about him annoyed you. His style, and god, his stupid hair. Even when you heard him breathe or chew too loud you got annoyed.

"Alright, Team! The only goal for today is to beat the blue team's ass! Alright?" You blew your whistle, gathering all the campers. "Stop chewing on your shirt, Timmy" you cringed, a frown on his face.

"Okay! The annual water balloon capture the flag contest! Honestly dumb name but whatever, don't get hit, and whichever team gets the flag first wins! Which will be us, so don't disappoint me"

You hated it, and it annoyed you. When the teenage campers would drop to their knees for you. There weren't hot people at this camp, well maybe Ethan. But his attitude took away from his looks.

They would do anything for you to notice them. And so would Ethan Landry. He was on the rival side of the camp, captain of the blue team.

"You're funny if you think your team is gonna win" he smirked, filling the blue tub up with balloons. "Haha, we are. We haven't lost since 2019. We got this" you shrugged confidently.

"Right, we'll see about that" You wanted to slap the smirk off his face, maybe knee him in the balls while you were at it. "Shut up" you grumbled through your teeth, fixing the whistle around your neck.

"Alright! Everyone round up" You stood on the chopped tree, balancing yourself on your dirty platform Converse. You liked them cause they made you taller, like Ethan. But you would never admit that.

"Who's ready?!" You smiled as the crowd of campers screamed, water balloons in hand. "3...2...1!" You quickly ran away, taking cover in the lunch room before anyone could find you. Or so you'd thought.

"Found ya" You looked up to be splashed with water, Ethan smiling at you. "Wow, congratulations" you smirked, throwing one right back at him. Your eyebrows furrowed as you noticed his eyes wandering, just to end up on your chest. "What?"

"I...nothing" He scratched the back of his neck.

You looked behind you, to your sides, and then down your body, that's when you realized. You didn't remember about the fight when you were getting dressed, the white baby tee hugging your boobs perfectly. Your ripped blue shorts showing off your thighs. You weren't wearing a bra either, you had been swimming all morning and forgot it at the dock, and couldn't find it after.

"You fucking pervert!" You let out a small gasp, covering yourself quickly. "I'm not a pervert!" You rolled your eyes, bumping him out of the way as you left. "They're just gonna attack you"

"I'm already out" you mumbled, storming away while trying to hide your frustration.

You couldn't believe it, he was staring at your boobs! He's a pervert, he's annoying, he's disrespectful. You could go on and on about it.

You walked outside to see a bunch of the blue team kids splashed in water. A small smile back on your face. At least you had that. Quickly, you made your way back to the cabin, finally putting on a bra and a red tee you had laying around. Too bad you had to watch what you wore now, there was a pervert in the camp.

But honestly, you didn't care, finding your way back to camp in the loose red shirt.

"Looks like my campers beat yours" Ethan grinned, your eyebrows furrowed at your sad group of campers. "You helped them, didn't you?" He gave you a surprised face. "No? Your team just sucks"

You knew he was lying, his team was full of shit runners. "You helped them" he mocked you, his classic smirk shining back at you.

You leaned over, grabbing a balloon from the bucket before throwing it at his face. "Whoah! Okay, you really wanna fight?" You didn't respond, instead holding back a smile as water splashed his chest.

Harsh splashes of water started hitting you, while you tried to collect more balloons. You threw them back at Ethan. "Ethan! Stop!" You smiled as he got closer, missing his body every time you threw a balloon.

"You said you wanted to fight" he chewed on his lip with a smirk, picking you up by your waist. "Get your hands off me, Landry"

You wiggled around in his arms, pushing yourself off of him.

"Who knew you were strong" You didn't mean to say it out loud, but the thought slipped out of your lips. "Have you not seen my muscles?" You cringed at his words, shaking your head.

"Enough playing around you two, clean the mess up" Your eyes turned into lines, twisting your head at the Camp manager. "She's so annoying, doesn't know how to have fun. I mean, it's a kid's camp" Ethan joked, pulling the blue tub closer to his body.

"And you do?" You asked, your back turned to him as he scanned you down. You gave him doughy eyes, turning your head. You noticed his face was slightly pinker than before. Blush looked really good on him. You scoffed, a small smile on your lips.

"I do" he shook his head, getting noticeably closer to you. "Really?" You teased, trying to hide the fact that you were panicking on the inside.

"Mhm"

“Show me”

You didn’t think he was actually gonna make a move, but the way his eyes stared at you should’ve told you otherwise.

You let out a small gasp, it sounded more like a moan. The lewd sound got Ethan excited. You tried to pull back, but Ethan stayed dominant, pushing you back against the wall.

You prayed the manager wouldn’t come back, enjoying the moment too much. The way his hands squeezed your waist made you melt. His kisses traveled down your neck, sucking and pecking you all over.

“Enough E, you’re gonna leave marks” you tried to sound confident, but you were too flustered. You felt his heart race in his chest, heavy breaths falling from his pretty lips as he pulled away.

“Am I not fun enough?” He smirked, making you scrunch your nose. “Your fun…but I’m way funner” you teased, biting back your lip with a smile.

“Back to being bold?” You nodded, trying to hide your shyness. You slipped under his arm, running back towards your cabin. “I’ll see you at the campfire?” He yelled, making you turn back.

“See you!”

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somanyratsinthewalls · 7 months

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Pairing: Kid x AFAB!reader

Summary: When you drink, you always beg your boyfriend to be rougher with you. Every single time, he says no. He’s afraid he’ll hurt you. After a dry spell, your much larger man obliges your request.

TW: ANGST? Kink communication issue, potential pressure to be into something? Alcohol consumption, Spanking, Rough sex, nipple clamps, improper use of devil fruit powers, sex toy usage, drunk fooling around, Bondage, handcuffs, missionary, unprotected sex, choking, creampie babyyyy, they are in love, Kid loves his lil lady.

Smut Under the Cut (minors DNI you will be blocked)

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*3 weeks earlier*

It was 2 AM and you and Kid had stumbled into his captain’s quarters after a night of heavy drinking with the rest of the crew. He had been pawing at your breasts through your shirt and kissing your neck as he ushered you down the hallway. Finally reaching the door, Kid pushed it open and swiftly pressed your smaller figure against it once it was closed and you two were on the other side. While attacking your lips with his, Kid moves to remove his large, imposing metal arm so it can be out of the way for your love-making session. You pull your head back, breaking the kiss.

“Keep it on…” You pant out at him while cupping his face.

“Dollface you know I can’t… It’ll hurt you… I promise you don’t want that…” He insists as he casts aside his apparatus. He leans down to kiss your lips again. Drunk with need (and alcohol), you roll your eyes and drop the issue for the night. Kid picks you up in one arm and lays your body down on the bed. He pushes your torso up, silently asking you to help him take your clothes off. You assist him slip off your top and shorts, laying back down completely bare for him.

“I will never get tired of this.” Kid says as he slides his hand up your side, marveling at your naked body. “So pretty… and just for me…” His mouth waters at the sight and dives down to kiss you again. Kid slips his tongue into your mouth and you relish in the feeling of his massive body on top of yours, raking your nails gently up his back and into his scalp. You feel his hard dick rubbing into your center as you kiss.

You whine and rut your hips into his to gain more stimulation on your aching cunt. Kid pulls back and chuckles down at you.

“So needy as always, baby. Haha don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, my little-”

“Choke me.” You interject.

Kid’s eyes blow wide as he stands on his knees on the bed over you. You were in one of your moods again.

“Absolutely not.” Kid leans down to try to kiss your chest to distract you.

“Slap me, then. At least spank me!” You desperately press your core into his, trying to tempt him into humoring your most favorite fantasy. You had a pain kink. You knew that. Kid knew that, but he had never given in. You were so small compared to him. As a pirate, you certainly weren’t weak, but Kid was so frightened that as soon as he acquiesced your request, he might hurt you more than you wanted. He would’t be able to live with that.

“God damnit, Y/n! Stop it!” Kid gripped your hip with his strong, callused hand.

“Oh my GOD, Kid! I’m not a paper doll! I know you’re strong, and THAT’S one of the things that turns me on about you! I LIKE you BECAUSE you’re big and strong! You aren’t going to kill me, I can take it!” You huff and sit up from your laying position on the bed. “I’m a fucking Kid Pirate! I want to get tossed around a little, roughed up a bit! And I KNOW you want the same thing! I’ve heard you with those girls before we got together! I want you to just… let go for once!” You shout at him.

“You aren’t like those girls, Y/n!” Kid spits back at you immediately. “Those whores meant nothing to me. I didn’t care what happened to them. But you…” He grabs your hand in his. “You’re my everything. And I just don’t want to go too far and…”

“Save it. Honestly, Kid? I get it, but save it. If you don’t think I’m strong enough to handle you... then the message is received.” You slip your legs out from under him and off the side of the bed.

“So you haven’t been satisfied in bed with me? Because I’ve seen you squirt enough times to challenge that idea.” Kid is starting to get annoyed with your attitude.

“Kid I love the sex we have, I’ve just been trying to communicate to you that I might have other needs and wants. You’re telling me you’ve never wanted to manhandle me into ungodly positions until I’m crying? You DON’T want me bent over your lap with my ass bright red for you? You’re saying the thought of me walking around the next day covered in marks showing the crew who I belong to doesn’t turn you on?”

Kid blinks at you.

“I’m so done having this conversation tonight. Goodnight, Kid.” You slip your shorts and shirt back on and head towards the door.

“Doll, wait-“

You leave your captain’s room and head back to your own, the one where you rarely slept nowadays. Frustrated, you flopped into bed and tried to fall asleep.

— —

*now*

“Happy birthday, to you! Happy birthday, to you! Happy birthday dear y/n, happy birthday to you!”

Your pirate crew of oddballs had planned a surprise little get together on the Victoria Punk as a celebration for your birthday. You smiled as you leaned forward, pulled your hair out of the way, and blew out the pink candles on your beautiful birthday cake. You had no idea Killer could bake, but this was a pleasant surprise.

“Thank you guys, it means a lot… but we have more booze, right?” The crew hooted and hollered loudly as Wire poured more shots. Kid was next to you. You had kept up appearances since your argument in his bedroom, and for the most part you were… fine? You got along, didn’t argue, but you hadn’t shared a bed or a kiss in weeks. He was always near you to dispel any rumors throughout the ship that you two had been having problems. You both took two shots that Wire had poured for you. You winced a bit and then laughed.

“Are you trying to make this my last birthday?!” You choke out across the table. Your crew mates laughed. You spent the next few hours drinking and enjoying your party. As the festivities died down, your captain pulled you aside against the wooden wall of the ship.

“I have a special present for you tonight, doll face… want it?” He growled into your ear as he grabbed your hip with his flesh hand. The alcohol in your system was making you forget your argument weeks ago easily.

“Mhmmm…. What is it? Can I have a hint?” You licked your lips and looked up at Kid, who had a devilish smirk on his face.

“Let’s just say…” Kid moves his hand to wrap around your face. “It’s something you’ve always wanted.” His smile grows impossibly wider while staring directly down at you. He squishes your cheeks. “Now, open.”

You part your lips for him. Kid gently, slowly drops a ball of spit from his mouth into yours and uses his hand to close your lips. You clench your thighs and swallow. You moan at his vulgar actions. He was so fucking hot.

“Good girl.” He coos at you. Your eyes roll back into your head. “Let’s go.”

Kid swiftly picks you up and throws your body over his shoulder as he heads out of the dining room towards his captain’s quarters. The few remaining crew members gave you wolf whistles and cheers as you jokingly gave them the Queen’s Wave from your position draped over Kid’s back.

You giggled as Kid swiftly carried you to his chambers on the ship. Before he reaches his door, he gives you a sharp, short, smack on the ass with his hand.

“Oh!” You yelp out, surprised and aroused by the hit.

“I hope you know what you’re in for, you little slut. You’re gonna be a real good girl for me tonight, right, sweetness?” Kid growls at you as he bursts into his room, kicking the door closed behind you both. He tosses your body onto the bed face up as he stands at the edge of the bed looking down at you.

In your horny, drunken state, you giggle up at him.

“Hmmm…. How good are we talkin’ captain? Because I kinda-“ Your voice falters when you look up at the ceiling and see a chain with handcuffs hanging from it, right above the bed in the center. “Woah…”

Kid chuckled.

“It’s gonna be a long night, doll, I hope you’re ready. Strip.”

You begin to reach for the zipper on the side of your party dress to take it off. Impatient, Kid grabs the fabric of the dress right between your breasts with his large metal hand and rips it off your body, leaving the tatters on the bed surrounding your naked form.

“I liked that one.” You pouted up at him.

“I’ll buy you 10 more. Up. Now.” Kid grabs your wrists and pulls you up onto your knees on the bed. He lifts your hands above your head and snaps them into the handcuffs. Somehow, the cuffs were at a perfect height that your arms were suspended above your head and you were left kneeling with spread legs in the middle of the bed. You struggled against your cuffs, wanting to feel his toned body against yours so badly, but you couldn’t move.

“Resisting? I thought you wanted this, hmm? Begging for so long for me to use and abuse your little body… Can’t handle it now that you’ve got it?” Kid slips his jacket off onto the floor, leaving him in just his trousers. He takes his cold, metal hand and wraps it around your whole body, squeezing the steel digits gently into your torso.

“I-I can take it! I promise! I want it so bad!” You whine out and wiggle your hips in his direction. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend had finally agreed to indulge in your kinks. Your nipples were erect and your pussy was becoming slicker by the moment, just looking into his bright orange eyes that were dark with lust.

“Oh you’ll take it, haha! You wanted it, you’ll get it.” Releasing your body with a sinister laugh, Kid raised his flesh hand. Something zoomed across the bedroom and arrived in his grasp. It was some sort of metal chain contraption. “Now hold still, sweetness… oh wait! You don’t have a choice!” Kid laughed again as he approached your naked, helpless form with the metal chain. It was a set of nipple clamps. You gasped. He started fastening the clamps onto your sensitive, erect nipples.

“Oh Kid… fuck…” Your head fell back at the feeling of the cool metal squeezing your hardened buds. Once your captain was satisfied with his work he stood up fully and looked down at you again.

“Fuck, doll… can’t believe how turned on you are by this. Kind of pathetic really…” Kid leaned in and wrapped his human hand around your neck. He pressed gently at the sides, constricting your breath. You let out a high pitched whine. Kid smirked before turning around and walked to his armchair across from the bed and sitting down. He leaned back in the chair and put up his boots.

“Kid… baby! Want you to touch me! Please?” You struggle against your cuffs above your head and try to spread your knees further, so he could get a glimpse of your soaking sex.

“HAH! You think it’ll be that easy? After bothering me for MONTHS to wreck your needy little body? When ALL I wanted to DO was pleasure you? Treat you? Give you all my love? You think I’ll just fuck you that easily? Hahaha, yeah right.” Kid was laughing at you… and it made your cunt gush.

Kid raised his right hand and pulled his fingers into his palm. With this motion, using his devil fruit powers, the metal chain connecting your nipple clamps pulled into the air and towards him. Your nipples were being tugged painfully in your lover’s direction from your bound position on the bed.

“OH FUCK!” You moan out loudly, this sensation new to you. Kid hears your pleasure and drops his telekinetic hold on the chain. He chuckles at your sigh of frustration. He then pulls and tugs at the chain using his powers, teasing you for several minutes. “Want more, my slutty little doll? Want me to touch between your legs? I can see how wet you’re getting…” Kid smiled as he tugged at your nipples more forcefully with the chain.

“YES! More! Please! I need it!” You desperately choke out as he stimulates your sensitive tits.

“Hmm… I don’t think you’ve earned the privilege of my cock yet… so this might have to do…” Suddenly a silver, shiny egg shaped object flew across the room from a drawer to rest against your left thigh. The object began vibrating lowly and you shrieked out in surprise.

“Kid!!” You lurched forward as your body got used to the vibrations against your skin.

“Uh oh… did little girl bite off more than she could chew?” Kid laughs as he slides the vibrator up towards your dripping sex.

“No…” You whisper out as your hair hung in front of your face.

Kid finally pushes the metal vibrator up to your cunt and presses it harshly against your throbbing clit.

"OH MY GOD!” You cry out and your knees tremble against the bed as your torso bends forward. You toss your head back and you shudder your hips towards the toy.

As he moved the vibrator back and forth in a slow, smooth rocking motion on your clit, Kid also resumed his movements pulling at the chain on your nipple clamps. You moaned and squealed loudly under your boyfriend’s hands-free ministrations. You opened your eyes to see Kid in his chair unbuckling his pants and freeing his massive, hard cock. You watch him pump it slowly and release a guttural, primal groan.

“Kid… please… I want it…”

“Not until you cum for me like this, doll face.” Kid’s demeanor doesn’t falter with your begging. You were going to have to work for his dick, he couldn’t let you have it so easily. You were going to have to prove to him how much you loved being treated like a toy, a plaything for him.

You felt the tension in your lower body build under the vibrations on your clit and squeezing of your nipples.

“I’m so close.. I’m right there… Fuck, Kid, I’m gonna-!” Your body seizes forward under the immense pressure of your orgasm. Your juices spill out around the toy pressed against your messy cunt and you cry out in pleasure. After the waves of pleasure cease, you hang limply against your cuffs and pant out heavy breaths.

“That’s a good girl… I guess you really are into fucked up shit, huh? How about you take this cock now, baby?” Kid gets up from his chair and sheds the rest of his clothing as he walks towards you. He reaches you, so close to your face, but out of reach for you to kiss him or feel him.

“Yeah! I can take it!” You breath out, struggling against your restraints.

“I have to admit… you are cute like this… want to feel me, doll?”

“Yes! Yes! I wanna touch you! I need to touch you! I love you so much, Kid! Please, let me!” You beg with tears in your eyes, you wanted to feel him inside of you so badly. He hadn’t even touched you with his hand all night.

“As you wish, my love…” His heart panged, finally reaching that sensitive part inside of him. He used his devil fruit power to remove your cuffs and you flopped down bonelessly on the bed. You whined and whimpered for him.

“Shh… I’ll take you now, it’s ok…” He grabbed your wrists and kissed them soothingly. He laid you back and spread your legs for him as he slotted himself between them on the bed. He lined his weeping, angry cock up with your wet hole. Before he pushed into you, he pressed the crook of his metal hand into your neck and the mattress. As his cold metal squeezed your neck, Kid fully shoved his cock inside of you.

“Kid… Yes…” You squeaked out as he choked you out.

“Holy shit you’ve never been this wet or tight before. You really are a little pain slut! Maybe I shouldn’t have had you wait this long if I knew how good you’d feel on my cock like this…” Kid stutters out as he pounds harder and harder into your pussy.

You felt yourself ready to cum so quickly, it was almost embarrassing… but you felt so safe and comfortable with your captain… The wet glide of his cock in your hungry walls was enough to send you teetering towards the edge again.

“CAPTAIN! Wanna cum again, please!” Tears spilled from your eyes down your cheeks to meet his metal hand around your throat.

“Well since it is your special day, who am I to deny you?” Kid picks up the speed of this thrusts and brings his flesh hand up in the air. The vibrator zooms back to your clit and picks up speed. The combination of sensations was so much, your head was spinning and you couldn’t no longer form a coherent sentence.

“Kid, I- AH!” You squirt and writhe all over your boyfriends thick cock as he relentlessly pounds into you from above. Your orgasm wracked through your body and left you boneless.

“I’m almost there, sweetness, you can take it…” He huffs and puffs as he chases the feeling of your needy cunt milking him of his release.

Oversensitive from your orgasm, you cry loudly and reach out with your hands to grip at his shoulders.

“Take all of it, doll, I know you can.” Kid grunts and releases his seed deep inside of you. He softly whimpers as he grinds his pelvis into yours, riding out the last spasms of his climax. He eventually flops onto you and buries his face in your ample chest. A few minutes of silence and heavy breathing go by.

“Ok maybe you were right about that.” Kid finally mumbles into your breasts.

“I know.” You chuckle and wrap both of your bodies in his red silk sheets. “Told you I could take it.”

“And take it you did, baby. I love you.” Your man nuzzles into your tits and makes himself comfortable.

“I love you too, Kid.” And you both drift happily off to sleep.

#one piece #one piece anime #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #one piece fanart #one piece live action #one piece netflix #one piece fandom #eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #kid x reader #eustass captain kidd #eustass x reader

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yndrgrl · 10 months

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Could u do a aizawa fic pls

you found a new job under yandere! aizawa as a nanny for his cute kid

age gap. quirkless! au. soft! yandere. dom! aizawa

warning: nsfw, stalking, smacking/slapping, slight coercion??, punishment, daddy kink, sir kink, creampie

a/n: yayyy, first request 🥳 idk if you wanted a fluff or spicy fanfic... so i chose spicy haha. also sorry for taking so long, i just started a new job :0

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it was a chance encounter, you truly believed. your first year of college just came to a close, & now you had too much free time while the money in your bank account was slowly declining. even if you saved as much as possible, you'd still end up spending all of your money then you'd have to dip into your savings account-- something that you didn't want to do.

so that began your search for a job. you used websites, applied in-person. you thought your resume was solid enough to land a job by now. but no. even though they claimed they were desperately hiring, they never hired you. some had the curtesy to at least let you know that they weren't going to go with you; the rest completely ghosted you. from receptionist to substitute teacher to bank teller, they all rejected you.

it was extremely frustrating to go through the interviewing process then you were ultimately rejected. it was as if someone had it out for you.

that chance encounter happened while you were on the phone with your best friend. you sat at a small round table in a cafe you frequent often.

"i just don't get it, jirou!" you exasperated, taking a sip from your drink. you let out a heavy sigh. with how much effort you've put into finding a new job, you should've been paid.

"i'm sure momo's dad has a job for you," the girl on the other line tried to assure. she was on her daily jog, so she was slightly out of breath as she spoke.

with your face propped in your hand, you responded, "we already tried. all the available positions are for people with like, actual degrees or something. besides, we're not close enough for her to make a whole new job for me."

"i'm sure a job will fall right into your lap," jirou said, rustles of clothes being picked up in the phone microphone. in some sort of messed-up irony, she was getting ready for work. the universe just loved toying with you.

you took a breath in to exclaim how much you needed the money, needed a job, when a man pulled out the chair across from your table. "i'm sorry, i don't mean to be rude & eavesdrop," he began, catching your attention.

"sorry jirou, i'll call you back in just a sec," you whispered, then you hung up. "um, sorry, can i help you?" you took mental note of his appearance-- you know, just in case something happens in this very public, very populated cafe.

just by looks, you'd assume he was in his early thirties. his jet black hair was tied into a bun, stray strands framing his face. there were bags under his eyes-- along with a noticeable scar under his left one. though his disheveled appearance, he took care of himself; his stubble was even & maintained. his shirt was tight around his arms & his chest, & you could faintly make out the shape of his muscles. & god, were they big. he was alluring, with that slight smirk of his.

he would've intimidated you, maybe even set off red flags if he didn't have a toddler bouncing on his leg, tugging his hair out of its bun. she bubbled words & strung together incoherent sentences in beg of attention of her dad.

"i apologize again, i really didn't mean to eavesdrop," he repeated. "it's just i couldn't help but overhear you were looking for a job?"

"yes!" you exclaimed, clearing your throat with an embarrassed blush on your face. "i am looking for a job."

"are you interested in being a live-in nanny for my little girl?"

it was a chance encounter, you truly believed.

the job & its perks were almost too perfect, but you're not complaining. you got to move into the basement of his suburban home for free, he would cook you breakfast & make sure the fridge & cabinets were well-stocked. for nearly $25 an hour, you were living the dream.

eri, his -adoptive- daughter, was an absolute gem as well. she was a cheery toddler who loves life. she's not a picky eater, she loves picking out her own outfits, & if you turned off her show, she would pout for a little bit then bounce back for the next activity. never once has she screamed & shouted. she would cling onto her father almost all the time when he was home.

speaking of her father, you learned his name was shota aizawa, so, naturally, you call him mr. aizawa or sir. he would constantly ask you would other things you wanted, not needed. he would take you shopping, calling it a bonus. your living area was decorated, & you didn't even have to pay a dime! there were times where you felt more like a sugar baby than a nanny, in all honesty.

not that you minded. one look at him & you could already feel your heart beat quicken. maybe it was your daddy issues that just scream when you choose a guy you're into, but he was exactly your type. he's protective, yet soft. strong, yet humble.

you thought you hid your crush on him quite well, treating him as though he were any other person. sometimes you felt like he knew you were so utterly attracted to him.

"y/n," he called out, drawing you out of thought.

"u-uh yes sir?" you replied. you were dressed down still as it was the morning. he just finished breakfast & eri was fast asleep, bound to wake up at any moment. it was just the two of you.

"are you okay?" he asked. aizawa awaited for your answer while he plated your breakfast. he always insisted so you learned to let him.

as he walked towards you with your plate, you answered, "yeah, i'm okay."

he set down the plate in front of you from behind. aizawa bent over so his head was leveled with yours. both of his arms encased you, & if it weren't for the back of your chair, you would've been pressed against his chest. "are you sure?" he whispered into your ear. "i'm hear to listen, if you'd let me."

you turned your head to look at him because, somewhere in your strange logic, you thought it would've reduced the tension & made you less embarrassed. it did the opposite.

the tips of your noses touched, his lips only a few centimeters from yours. with half-lidded eyes, the way he looked at you made you quiver. you tried to create space between the two of you, only for your head to meet his arm. centimeters turned to an inch of space. "i-i am okay," you repeated.

"aw, don't lie to me," he said in teasing voice, but you could've been imagining it. "i know it's been hard, tell me about it~" you never would've thought he would have this amount of confidence-- mainly because, if he did, he should've been bringing home loads of women.

"i-i, it's just, um," you stumbled over your words. he had a smirk, amused. his eyes glanced down to your glossy, shaky lips, then back into your doe eyes, just waiting.

"daddy," eri called from the top of the staircase.

"y/n," he whispered.

"y-yes, mr. a-aizawa?"

"eat your food before it gets cold." & with that, he pulled away from you, sauntering upstairs to grab eri. left stunned, you picked at your food.

oh, how you loved telling your friends about how hot your boss is.

after that incident, you had to tell all your friends about it, so, during your guys' weekly, weekend, late night group facetime.

"oh, my god!" uraraka squealed. "you HAVE to tell us more."

"yeah, that's literally so hot," jirou laughed. "see! you found a perfect job."

you had your phone propped against some random bottle as you snuck into the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat. another thing about eri is that, once she's asleep, nothing is waking that girl up. as for aizawa, he's usually up doing something else-- which explains the bags under his eyes & his scheduled naps.

while you dumped your noodles into a pot of boiling water, you said into your phone, "i'm not even exaggerating, it was the hottest thing to ever happen to me."

giggles erupted from your phone. "well, to be fair, you haven't had much luck with guys in the past," mina stated. it was true. while you were in high school -& this past year of college- you really didn't connect with any guys.

"maybe the problem was that they were all her age," joked jirou. hysterical laughter followed after. you were bent over, trying to catch your breath.

"that's not true! i could go for guys our age," you tried to defend yourself.

"okay, let's name every single one of your crushes ever," tsu said, her camera angle only showing her eyes.

all the other girls started to spit out whoever they could think of.

"remember keigo? he was like, 2 years older than us," momo said.

"that's not even that bad," you rolled your eyes, stirring your noodles & adding the seasoning packet.

"oh yeah?" jirou challenged, "what about shoto-"

"he's our age!" you cut her off to save yourself the embarrassment. "besides i didn't even like him."

"yeah cuz you liked his DAD," jirou finished, to which even more bowls of laughter erupted. okay, maybe you did have a thing for older guys.

"oh wow, y/n, i didn't know you had a thing for older guys," a voice spoke from behind you. you jumped, letting out a yelp.

your phone blasted all of your friends' laughter until you grabbed your phone & hung up. "o-oh hey, sir," you stuttered out. you hid your phone behind your back as if you were caught doing something wrong. you felt your phone vibrate, your friends begging to be on call again. "how much did you hear?"

"not much," shrugged aizawa as he grabbed a glass cup from the cabinet above you. that's when you realized how warm he was, how flushed his face was, how messy his hair fell. that's when you realized he was wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants & a small towel around his neck.

"wh-what are you doing up," you coughed, taking in his physic-- just for a second, of course. veins protruded up his muscular biceps down his forearms. his pecs were in front of your face. they were well-toned. his washboard abs rose with every breath he took. you let yourself quickly -& ever so sneakily- glance downward. smaller veins & a trail of black hair were like arrows, pointing down his sweatpants. you gulped. was it normal to have a bulge that big-

"you know, it's rude to stare, y/n," aizawa whispered in your ear before pulling away. he walked toward the fridge that had a water dispenser attached to the freezer door. "i just need a cup of water after my workout," he answered in his regular voice to her question.

"oh, nice, nice," you said. a tense, awkward silence followed afterwards. "i-i'm sorry, i didnt mean to," you swallowed, "stare."

"right, i'm sure." & with that said, he left upstairs to get ready for bed.

aizawa loved teasing cute, little you. how could he not? your reactions were simply priceless. your face would get pink while you tried desperately to hide your embarrassment. your skittish eyes darted around the room just to avoid eye contact.

you weren't going to speak up because he knew that you "secretly" loved it. you'd probably make some lame excuse to defend yourself. you'd say, "well i'll let it slide just this once because i really need this job." which was the truth, it just wasn't the entire truth. aizawa knew though. he knew how much you craved his closeness.

he loves teasing you, but he's not a monster.

that's why he whispers in your ear, caging you between him & some other surface. he fed into your fantasies while fueling his own.

he thinks about you. all the time. more than you'll ever know.

what you believed to be a chance encounter was -in fact- a calculated, perfectly-executed plan concocted by aizawa. you might've never noticed him until he introduced himself, but you're so eye catching; it was only natural for him to notice you.

at first, he cursed himself to the moon & back for being attracted to someone ten years younger than him. you're only twenty-three, why is he so charmed by you?

determined to find a fault in your character, he learned your daily routine, find your social handles, grasping at anything. he was expecting to find out that maybe you're so much of an alcoholic that you practically live at a bar or that you have eighteen children with twelve different guys. but no, he found nothing terrible about you.

all of your habits he found adorable-- especially the face you make when you're frustrated. he would watch from afar as you grunted & groaned at your laptop screen. the day at the cafe he figured out why you were so upset lately.

that's why he offered you the job, out of the kindness of his heart. no other reason.

he just wanted to make sure that you stay happy & safe, which is why he installed secret cameras in the basement before you moved in.

he loved to tease you. he loved to rile you up.

he'd tease you so badly that you -at the dead of night- spread you legs wide towards the camera & play with yourself with your fingers, moaning desperately for him. all while aizawa watched you.

tonight was different though because, with the money he gave you, you bought yourself something new. tonight, you had a bright pink vibrator stimulate your clit while your eyes rolled back in ecstasy. aizawa was offended, in all honesty. it was almost like you were mocking him.

he could do better than some toy. you should've known that. he was angry, aroused, & ready to make his move.

you were unsuspecting. usually you were hyper-aware of your surroundings when you masterbated, scared of getting caught. however, this was your first time using a vibrator, & god, it felt so good. you've never experienced anything like it before. blood rushed to your ears as you could only listen to the vibrations & your choked-back moans.

aizawa crept down the stairs, into your basement. the floorboards would creak as a warning, but they fell on deaf ears. he opened the door to the basement, sneaking in. the only light that was on was a dimly lit lamp from your room. "ngh, ah." he heard your muffled moans, & his cock twitched in anticipation.

he bursted through the door, making you jump back & pull the closest thing over the bottom half of yourself. "s-sir! i-is something wrong?" you asked in a high-pitched voice as you tried to calm yourself down.

he gave you a glare, & you felt like you were in trouble, preparing for some sort of punishment. even though you didn't do anything wrong, it was him who barged in. "what. the fuck. do you think you're doing?" he seethed, closing the bedroom door. you were exposed, your juices so clearly staining your sheets.

"wh-what are you talking about-"

"don't give me that, y/n. you've been such a bad girl," he growled. aizawa stalked closer towards you as you gulped.

"n-no i haven't, i don't know what you mean, sir," you managed to say, watching him walk to the side of your bed.

"what were you doing then, hm?" he questioned with a mocking smirk. "tell me. i'd hate to do something brash over a misunderstanding."

"i-i was just laying down," you lied. he was standing at the edge of your bed, & you turned towards him. your gaze was met with his aching bulge, & you gushed all over your bed once more. you tried covering up the squelching with a yawn. "i-i'm kinda tired, you know." you were still staring at his crotch, licking your lips subconsciously.

suddenly, his hand shot to your face, his palm covering your mouth while his thumb & middle finger dug into your cheeks. "don't lie to me~ you were touching yourself, weren't you? using a dirty toy while you thought about me, hm?" you tried shaking your head but he grasped harder, making you still. "i said, don't fuckin' lie to me." he made you nod your head yes while you look up into his lusted eyes.

"you're such a bad girl, & you should know that i don't tolerate any kind of bad behavior," he informed, his gaze never breaking away from yours. "i'm going to sit down, & you're going to lay belly-down on my lap, alright, baby?"

you shook your head no once again, embarrassed. you knew that, the moment you would do that, he would catch you. after all, from the waist down, you had no clothing. "no?" he repeated in an almost sing-songy voice. "no?"

it happened so fast. one minute you were disobeying him, the next you were on his lap, just as he wanted. the baggy crop top rode up the arch of your back, & now you were practically naked -ass up- on your boss' lap. you buried your face into your messy duvet. you felt your core leak onto your inner thighs, hoping aizawa didn't notice your arousal. he did though; he loved it.

his fingers stroked your pussy as he slurred, "what a naughty girl, gettin' wet for me. y'know how much older i am, don't ya?"

you nodded your head, dripping onto his fingers.

"& ya still want me?"

you nodded, this time with a small squeak. he pulled your head back with his other hand entangled in your hair. "what was that, baby?"

"y-yes," you whispered out, hyperfixated on his fingers that teased you.

"yes what?"

"yes, i-i want you, sir," you moaned out. his middle finger ghosted over your clit, & you jolted closer to him for more friction.

"aww, you're so cute," he purred as he let go of your hair, allowing you to fall back into your bed. "it's a shame that you were so impatient though," he said with faux pity, "i have to punish you."

"no, please," you whined. "that's not fair!"

"not fair? oh darling, you brought this on yourself," he laughed. aizawa drew his hand away from your aching pussy, much to your dismay. the hand came back down, thrashing your ass cheek. you let out a muffled scream into your blanket as you were pushed forward with his force.

"what's wrong, y/n? can't handle a bit of spanking?"

"n-no! i-i want you... i-inside of me," you stuttered out with a red-tinted cheeks.

"aww, do you?"

you nodded eagerly. he, in response, growled lowly, "you're going to learn your lesson. i don't want to hear anymore whining. you're going to be my good girl, & take it, right?"

you just nodded again.

smack!

"i said, you're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?"

"y-yes, sir!"

smack!

you let out a moan, looking back at him with teary eyes. you wanted an explanation why he spanked you again. you did everything right, didn't you? you were a good girl.

"you didn't apologize."

"i-i'm s-so sorry, daddy," you gasped out, then tried to explain why you called him that. "i-i didn't-"

smack!

"you're going to keep calling me that, right?"

"y-yes, daddy." your ass stung bright red, & you felt the tingling sensation as the blood rushed to your asscheeks. aizawa let his hand graze over you, squeezing you ever so slightly.

"sit up, & look at me, y/n," he commanded in a softer tone than before. mindlessly & eagerly, you sat up onto his lap. one hand gripped on your hip while the other was placed behind your back. you wrapped your arms around his neck to stay sitting up. he leaned in for a kiss, lips pressed against your plush ones. with the hand behind your back, he glided his nails over your back.

his tongue slid over your bottom lip before invading your mouth. you let out a moan as he kissed you. he was the one to pull away, you unconsciously leaned into him for another kiss. you were snapped out of your lust when he dove into your neck, nipping & kissing all over. between hickeys, he whispered, "see? good girls get a reward."

you just let out breathless moans. your arms were still around his neck while he lowered you onto the bed. "baby, i don't ever wanna punish you again," aizawa lied, slipping your crop top over your head before throwing it on the floor. he took of his shirt, chuckling when he saw how pink your ears got. "you know why i had to punish you though, don't you?"

"y-yes, i do, d-daddy," you stuttered out. it was hard to focus while he dragged his tongue over your body. he bit your collarbone, sucked on your tits, kissed down your torso. it was all so distracting.

"why did i have to punish you, y/n?"

"because i-i was p-playing with myself without y-your permission," you told him, sighs in between every word. you don't know how or when your legs were over his shoulders, & you didn't notice until he spoke.

every annunciation blew warm air to your throbbing heat. "such a smart girl, y/n~" he praised, his onyx eyes locking with your doe eyes. you didn't have to say anything, he could tell by your facial expressions how badly you needed him. he kitten-licked your pussy; it was so little, yet you couldn't help but squeak in delight.

"oh, my god," you moaned out, throwing your head back as he began to lap your juices. he groaned as his tongue flicked your clit.

"you taste so fuckin' good, baby," he uttered, diving back for more.

"thank you, daddy," you said, you didn't even know if he still wanted to punish you, but there was a chance that he did, & you didn't want this to stop.

"good girl."

he stimulated your clit with his tongue while three fingers pumped in & out of your hole. he pulled away from your pussy for a second, demanding, "look at me when you cum, got it?"

"yes d-daddy!" you yelled out, self-restraint turning into the opposite. a pressure built inside your core, threatening to pop at any second. you looked down, tears of pleasure & neediness rolling down your pink cheeks. "i-i'm gonna cum. please keep going, i'm gonna cum!" you let out a string of pleads & moans as you came all over aizawa's face.

he stood up, slipping off his pants & boxers. he kicked them away as he towered over you. he was standing on the edge of the bed while you lied with your legs spread. "you want me, y/n? you really want me?" he asked because if you wanted him to stop, he would. if you wanted him to do anything, he'd do it.

"i really want you," you said as sincerely as someone who just climaxed could say anything. "i-i just don't want this to be a one-time thing," you admitted.

he laughed, lining his cock with your entrance as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. "trust me, baby. this is not a one-time thing, i'm so addicted to you, y/n. you don't even know." he finished his short-lived speech by shoving his girthy dick into your cunt, & you remembered just how dominate aizawa was. you let out a scream due to the pain, unexpectedness, & utter pleasure you got all in a single moment.

his thrusts were soft & slow at first. you could feel every inch leave then plunge back into your weeping hole. "d-d-daddy, you're so big," you moaned while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

his pace picked up, hips jerking against you. your tits jiggled with every thrust, claps every time he went back inside you. he abused your sensitive g-spot, ramming himself in & out of you. your hands unraveled themselves around his neck, your nails digging into his muscular back. you let out babbles how you couldn't take it, how you were going stupid, & how you were going to cum. he groaned in response, "if you're saying anything other than daddy or more, shut your fuckin' mouth & take it like a good girl."

"n-ngh, ahhh, yesss daddy," you slurred, eyes rolling to the back of your head. you wanted him to slow down so you could think again, but you liked being mindless, you liked how you didn't have the energy or will power to think about anything in this fucked-up world. all that mattered in that moment was you, aizawa, & how good the two of you felt.

"you're so fuckin' beautiful, baby," he groaned, he couldn't help but compliment you. how could he not? you looked even better pinned under him than he imagined. "so tight for me."

"please let c-cum with me, daddy," you begged. he didn't respond for a second, & you started to doubt yourself.

"wh-where," he groaned out, thrusts becoming rough & sloppy.

"what?"

he was losing composure. "where do you want me to cum?"

"inside," you answered quickly, wrapping your legs around his waist. you felt like you were in control now. "i-i want you inside of me when i cum all over your cock, d-daddy~"

"y/n. don't say stupid shit," he warned, knowing damn well he'd fold in an instant. you kept moaning with every thrust, begging for him to cum.

"p-please~ daddy, i deserve it. i-i've been a good girl," you whimpered. you jutted your bottom lip in a pout & tried to give your best puppy-dog eyes. every thrust he could see you twitch in pleasure, your expression couldn't hide how much you were enjoying this.

"fuckin' brat," he scowled. he watched you as you figured out how much power you truly have over him. he couldn't blame you for extorting it because that's what he did to you. at the end of the day though, you won.

he became sloppy & fast. his cock twitched inside of you when he saw your slutty expression-- tongue hanging out of your mouth, cheeks red, tears running down your face, eyes begging. & it was all because of him, how he fucked you. he was the cause of such a beautiful thing. finally, with a single thrust, he buried himself deep within you, cumming.

whiteness painted your insides while you came around him, clenching his twitching prick. "a-aizawa!" you screamed out in pure ecstasy.

deep breathes, panting, & sighs of content followed afterwards. he slipped out of your gaping hole, his sperm leaking out of your pussy. he climbed into your bed, coddling you. you were still shaky, senses heighten. you placed your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow.

he pulled the covers over the two of you. aizawa said while massaging your scalp, "you okay, baby?"

"mhm," you hummed, "i-i just never been fucked like that before."

he laughed, then kissed the top of your head. "i promise that this won't be the last time, y/n. i'm all yours." though he didn't say it, he was thinking, besides, guys your age won't know what to do with a bad girl like you.

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Ideas for mick smut: jealous trope (never gets old), he wins a race, cowboy!mick (my beloved), there's too many ideas haha 😅

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Summary: 'cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it. Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it...

Rating: +18

Warnings: jealousy, bond*ge, smutty smut w/ kinks: restraining, spanking, choking, org*sm denial, wrap it before you tap it !

Word count: 1.1k

Note: honestly- only writing horny and slutty stuff lately

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Mick Schumacher was jealous and it was clear that he could not hide it.

Austin. It was his first year back in Formula One and he was doing very well, but so far he had not won a single victory. That weekend was crucial, a good track, an up-to-date car, and the will to win.

It was his first weekend in the paddock, an introduction to his world. To preserve his privacy, you didn't enter through the same gate, he went through the main gate while you went through another entrance. You were not yet public and neither of you wanted to receive the harassment that usually happens when a driver takes on a new relationship. As soon as you were near his pit, the blond left you a kiss on the cheek and went to his engineers, while you were free to talk to acquaintances - and be flirted with by half the people passing by in the vip space. Including Pierre Gasly, who had no idea that you were Mick's girlfriend.

Only this caught the blond's attention, making him boil with rage. Not that he was someone who was completely possessive and not in the least bit healthy, but he was jealous and always liked to make it clear that you were dating among his acquaintances. The German didn't say that he saw this interaction between the two of you - which in his view was nothing more than innocent conversation, but he knew the Frenchman and knew that he wasted no time in going after a pretty girl like you.

The day ended with a victory for Schumacher. His first victory inside Formula One. You heard his cries of happiness over the radio, hugged the engineers, all impressed with his performance that Sunday.

Since you were in Texas, of course the drivers wanted to celebrate in a country nightclub, so cliché. Obviously, since Mick would not miss the opportunity to be cheesy, I mean really hot, he abused the country look, including a white shirt with the first buttons undone, boots and a brown leather hat.

You preferred to keep it simple, a red dress, low heels, and a jeans jacket.

During the evening, he wasn't exactly as communicative as he always was, which made you wonder if something was different, besides him winning, of course.

You touched his shoulder gently, seeing that he was chatting with Ocon and other drivers - including Gasly. He turned and gave you a smile - one you knew very well what it was, he was playing with you, so you would play along too.

"When am I going to congratulate you on your victory?" You whined loud enough for the others to hear.

"Later, baby." He understood that you were getting into the idea and not being the least bit secretive about it.

"Go on, Mick!" Russell exclaimed, giggling.

"... Are you guys together?" Pierre's eyes widened, but he didn't understand the move.

"A little while now, though we're not so much in the public eye." The blonde commented, biting his lower lip.

……………………………………………

Later, when you two got back to your hotel room, he locked the door and pinned you against it, holding your neck.

“Lovely girl, loves to play games with me, but still gave Pierre attention early today.” He growled, getting closer.

“Oh. Someone’s jealous.” You commented, smiling - you weren’t worried anymore, seeing him all worked up like that.

“I do the talking.” He pressed your neck, restricting your air flow for a few seconds, making you whimper. “You only answer what and when I ask, okay?” His face was so close to yours, you could smell his beer smelling breath.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He smiled, passing his hands on your ass, grabbing harshly and slapping both of them.

He took you to bed, taking his belt off and tying your hands up together, also getting rope from his suitcase and making a frog tie shibari on your legs and a diamond chest harness. Mick took a few seconds to watch your naked body all tied up, proud of his art.

Slowly, the German started to undress too, however he saw you watching his every movement, biting your lips so hard they could bleed at any moment.

“Speak up, baby. I know you want to say something.”

“... The hat. Keep the hat, please.”

“Oh… Someone actually likes cowboys? But you know how they say…” He took off his hat, putting on you. “Save the horse, ride a cowboy.”

His wicked grin made you shiver in anticipation. Schumacher aligned his body between your legs, letting his fingers explore your core for a few - you were already dripping wet, having him in control always made you so horny.

When you started chanting his name, getting closer to your climax, his fingers stopped pumping inside of you and his thumb wasn’t in your clit anymore, resulting in a frustrated whimper. The blond chuckled, kissing your lips hungrily, letting his tongue move against yours, while his hands were now on your breasts, playing with your hard nipples.

“You get to cum when I want to.” He whispered, pinching one of your nipples harshly.

Without waiting, Mick slowly pushed himself inside of you, groaning with the thigh sensation you gave to him. You closed your eyes, having him filling your body like that was so pleasurable, like it was meant to be.

He thrusted inside of you quickly, not caring that the bed made a somewhat loud noise, the German was more focused on listening to your moans mixing with his.

You let a whimper escape your lips when you felt his fingers explore your clit again, thinking that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself, you needed to release and he knew that. So Schumacher stopped pushing into you, changing your position - ass up, face on the mattress.

Then, a vibrating sound got into your ears following a gasp, he was pressing a vibrator up against your core, while he started to thrust into you again, faster and harder than before.

“Do you want to cum?”

You moaned in response, however, he didn’t like it, so a slap against your ass came as a payback.

“I said, do you want to cum? Beg for it.”

“Please, sir… I want to cum on your dick. Please! I need to.”

“Good girl.”

He increased the speed of the vibrator as his thrusts were messier and you came on him, making your walls clench and he came inside of you as well.

After watching the cum drip on your legs, he laid you down, slowly untying the harness that he made on you.

“I need to make you jealous again.” You whispered, letting a chuckle escape.

“Never again, please.” He laughed as well. “Even though I liked to see you begging, it unlocked new feelings for me.”

“Oh, so I’ll beg for it more often.” With your free hands, they roamed through his chest.

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raffe156 · 1 year

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Late Night admin

Pairing - Price X Tank X Ghost

Summary - A team night out turns into more, is 3 really a crowd?

Warnings - Smut (18+) Voyeurism, Language, alcohol, Age gap Price (39) Tank (25) Ghost (36) SoftDom!Price, public sex, praise kink, fingering, Hair pulling, Oral (M receiving), P in V, unsafe sex, Ghost being a little simp for Tank

AN- Well, this was meant to be smut without plot...well, I failed at that.. not 100% happy with it, but we'll see what you guys think. It doesn’t tie in with the Your captain series- this is an AU in which dr Helen never even crossed Prices mind, Tank never left for Squad 8 …so a better universe 🤣🤣🤣

It's kind of filth/heartfelt. Also I know Kyle has moves no one can tell me otherwise, haha 😂

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters, Only Tank

💖 As always, feedback welcome! It only results in me getting more stuff out - p.s Iam working on Breakaway state part 3 don't worry 😘

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“What?”

“No nothing…you look good kid…you sure you don’t want my jacket?” Price was already removing it from his shoulders.

“No im good, I’m literally in jeans and a T-shirt…” You looked down at yourself, but the comment still boosted your ego, but Prices opinion was biased at the best of times he told you you looked stunning with dirt, grime and gun oil on your face!

“Yeh but you look good…is that one of my T-shirts? Have you knotted it at the back?”

“No…its an old one…” you made for the door out of his office knowing full well it wasnt an old one and it was infact the very same top he had worn earlier today.

“Tank…If that has my name on the label…”

“It doesn’t want me to take it off and show you?”

“Yes actually…” He smirked knowing full well it was his. You scoffed he wasnt daft, for a start it did have his name on the label and smelt of cigars and his aftershave.

“I thought you wouldn’t mind, and besides if I smell like another man then guys won’t try and grind up on me in the club! It’s a win win…Me and Kyle can dance in peace with out you and Ghost kicking heads in” you rested your hand on his chest. He didn’t know you were going to a club. Shit.

“A club? I thought it was a pub?”

“Need to get your hearing checked already? How very sexy John” you motioned for him to leave his office, he followed reluctantly.

*********

As you an Price entered the club the music hit you vibrating through your body. You turned to look back at your Captain he looked annoyed already, it was too many people for him. That an the doorman had asked you for ID at the same time the other had told Price the pub was down the road. As you manoeuvred through the crowd of bodies you reached back for his hand and laced your fingers into his giving them a little squeeze and a wink. He smiled, thats all he needed, but he did feel abit daft, this place wasnt like the dive clubs he had gone to as a teen, it was fancy and he much preferred the pub, the doorman had said one was down the road he wondered if he could talk at least Ghost into joining him leaving the ‘youngsters’ to the clubbing.

“TANK!”

You spotted Kyle waving to you from across the room, you tugged on Price's hand leading him through the crowd. Ghost and Soap were sat in the private booth you and Kyle had booked. You can’t even remember when you had booked it but you were both definitely drunk when you did, never again were you being left in charge of team nights out. Soap jumped up he looked almost shocked to see Price, but then these days where ever you were Price wasn't far behind.

“Captain! Tank! Nice of you to join us” He slapped Price on the back.

Ghost moved up for Price to sit beside him handing him a drink, it wasn't top shelf like they were use to but it would do as he did he gave you the quick once over, he always did, he noted that you were wearing Price's Tshirt he knew because the sleeves were much wider than one that was your size, the knot on the back making it tight and hug you just right and also the Cigar smoke and aftershave were a dead giveaway.

Before Price could tell you to sit down next to him, you and Kyle had already made your way to the Dance floor, he shook his head smiling he loved when you were like this…happy…having a good time there wasn’t much time for that in your line of work…even if it wasn't his scene he was happy he came just to see you laughing and dancing and…..were you not wearing a bra? How had he not noticed that back at the base? Fuck sake! He would be having words later, he wasn't the only one who had noticed, it was the first thing Ghost had clocked when you had walked up to them, he watched as your tits bounced with every movement and the way you swayed your hips had him shifting in his seat to rearrange his jeans. Price was a lucky man. Taking a sip of his drink he noticed Price was also watching you, Ghost was probably the only one who knew that you guys had been fucking for a few weeks now, he had caught you two at it late one night in Price’s office, Price had looked entranced by you falling apart under him, Ghost had wanted to be apart of that , he wanted to be the reason you crumbled wanted to feel you under him…but he simply observed replaying it back later in his bunk. After that he had watched you both a few more times he tracked your habits knew what words were code for you two getting together. “Need a had with some paperwork tonight Tank, you mind?” You neverminded, thats what Ghost found so alluring, you never said no to your Captain, complete obedience, as he always said “Good soldiers, follow orders” and you were the best little soldier he knew. It made him jealous, he wanted you wrapped around him, he wanted just a taste of what you and Price had even if he had to share.

****

You an Kyle had been dancing for what seemed ages, your skin numb from the beat. You noticed Price and Ghost in deep conversation.

“What do you think they are taking about!” You tired to shout in Kyles ear. He was 7 tequilas in so he hadn’t noticed them looking over as much.

“Who Price and Ghost? How would I know…the good old days probably hahaha ohh no this is a banger of a tune!” You had lost him now. You looked back over to the booth, Soap was ordering more drinks and trying to chat up the waitress who to be fair looked interested. Ghost was now in Price’s ear, you made eyes at Price he just gave you a wink. You had a feeling you were the topic of conversation.

********

“Had much paper work this week Captain?” Ghost finished his drink. Price side eyed him, He knew Ghost had been watching you and him for the last few weeks, he wasnt daft Ghost thought he was smart but Price was smarter.

“You know what I have, Tank has been a massive help, don’t know what id do with out her…”

“Yehhh shes a good girl our Tank…thinking of asking her if she wants some one on one sparring sessions…perfect her hand to hand combat skills…” Ghost signaled the waitress for another round.

“Hmmm you can always ask, she’s pretty busy most days with me or Kyle…but you can only ask cant you?” Price gulped his drink in one.

“Yeh I noticed shes always busy with you, not so much Kyle…but I was thinking more of a late night class, I think she’d be up for it…you could even join in…give us a few pointers If you get what I mean…thats only If Tank is good with it?”

Price narrowed his eyes, was Ghost suggesting what he thought he was? Bold move…even though he didn’t like the thought of sharing you with him, Price did like the idea of putting him in his place he had no doubt Ghost would be good to you, but not like he was, it would be nice to take him down a notch or two, he had noticed him sniffing around you and it was becoming tiresome. Price glanced over at you, he wondered if you’d even be up for it, He beckoned you over.

You were being summoned, you tapped Kyle to signal you were going to get your drink from the booth, he nodded he was in full rave mode. The heat from all the bodies was suffocating, it wasnt till you emerged out and into the booth did you realise how warm it had been in there, your skin was shiny with sweat. Price patted the seat in between him and Ghost, both men hardly budge up, it was a tight squeeze. You sat down sipping your drink. Cosy.

“Having fun kid?” Price handed you and Ghost a shot as you downed the drink in your hand.

“Thanks and yeh…what’s up?” You were on alert now, this was the first time in weeks these two looked like they were getting on? Something was going on?

“We have a little proposal for you love” Ghost leaned back in his seat his arms on the back of the booth, legs spread wide.

“Oh yeah? An what would that be?” You took Prices drink from him, swishing it before knocking it back…not his usual grade but it went down a treat. Price gave you alittle smirk, you caught on fast no beating around the bush with you. His clever girl.

“Well…Me and Ghoat have been talking and…” Price handed you another shot.

“Is this about Ghost watching us have sex in your office? Because I know about that…I clocked him about 3 weeks ago…Whats up LT you not been able to get it out of your head? The Captain is good at what he does…” You took the shot and followed it with another. Both men looked at eachother in disbelief. Ghost rolled his eyes.

“What do you mean you knew? You knew he was watching us the whole time?” Price leaned forward. He couldn’t believe you hadnt said anything.

“Yeh…I thought it was something you two had arranged? I thought thats what the whole song and dance with ‘Need a hand doing some paper work’ was about? I thought it was code for Me and Tank are gonna be at it in my office Ghost” you gave a thumbs up to demonstrate. Ghost started laughing it was a sound you only heard on the rare occasion something really tickled him.

“So how about it then Tank…Me you and the Captain? You up for it” He rested his hand on your thigh leaning in close enough you could smell his aftershave, it was peppery and dark it sent shivers up your spine. Price slid his hand up the back of your top spreading his fingers out on your back it only intensified the goosebumps.

“What do you think Boss?” You glanced round to Price giving him a cheeky grin? Price was hooked.

“Yeh I don't mind a little bit of audience participation if you dont kid, what time we leaving?” He snaked his hand round to your chest palming your breast in his rough hand. Ghost watched as you melted into Price's Touch.

******

It had been a mad struggle to convince Soap not to bring the waitress back to the base with you in the end Ghost had paid her to walk away. He had better things to be doing.

Once back at the base you said your good nights and headed to your side of the base, Soap helped Kyle to their shared room, but Ghost hung back.

“You not coming LT?” Soap wanted help with the very drunk Kyle.

“Im sure you can manage Johnny…Im gonna have a proper drink with Price…need to get the taste of shit bourbon out my mouth”

Soap nodded picking Kyle back up from the floor half carrying him half dragging.

“Don’t let him swallow his tongue!” Price yelled after them.

Once they were out of ear shot Price turned to the lieutenant.

“Some ground rules Ghost…you don’t cum inside her I don’t care how good it feels…she likes it rough but nothing visible, lastly if she says stop you stop”

Ghost nodded why did he feel nervous? He’d imagined this hundreds of times, he followed Price to your room.

“Oh one more thing…even in here I’m still your Captain so what I say goes”

Price knocked before letting himself in to your room, Ghost right behind him.

Without a word Price moved in on you in two strides pressing his body to yours cupping your face, pulling you into a deep kiss. Ghost watched on as Price unbuttoned your jeans pulling them down and helping you step out of them. He didn’t know when he should join in he waited for the go ahead.

Price sat you on the end of the bed, his hand stroking the top of your head.

“Thought you wanted to join in Ghost?” Price called back to him, never taking his eyes off yours. That was his invite.

They both towered over you but you didn’t care, you had already started working on unbuckling Prices belt. Ghost was already shifting his jeans down to rest on his hips.

“Steady on sweetheart…” Price stopped your hands, pulling his cock out for you. Ghost steadily stroking away. The site of them both made you ache. Ghost was exactly how you imagined, Price steered you head in his direction pressing his tip to your lips.

“Open wide for me love” Price stroked your cheek tenderly. You did as you where told and wrapped your mouth around him softly licking the underside of his head. You looked up at him as he slid further down your throat. The sight caused Ghost to let out a low growl.

“That’s a good girl…” Price looped his hand up into your hair. You could feel Ghost getting impatient, but you looked to Price for permission, he nodded. You reached out your hand to grab him. He sighed at the softness of your hand on his cock you stroked him but he was eager to have your mouth around him as well. You pulled away from Price leaving a string of spit and took Ghost in your mouth, you could feel the corners of your mouth split as you tried to take him in. Christ, he was big, you tried your hardest but you gagged and pulled your head away gasping.

They looked at each other amused then back at you, like a pair of bullies that had their victim cornered.

“Easy now…lets not get carried away eh?” Price cupped your face letting your recover.

“Lay back for me…” you did as you were told, the butterflies in your stomach more of a flurry now. Price crouched infront of you his mouth an inch away from your opening you could feel his warm breath. You looked down at his handsome face his eyes a liquid blue you willed him to touch you. The heat from his tongue as it slipped in caused a little groan to escape from you.

“Please…fingers…please” you begged him.

“So impatient…but seeing as you asked politely…” Price could rarely say no to you, he pushed two fingers in his tongue still flat against your clit, you could feel his beard scratching your inner thighs but you liked it always did. He lazily curled his fingers up inside you, as you rolled your head back you locked eyes with Ghost. He moved closer to you, his hand falling to stroke the top of your head all the filthy things he wanted to do to you caused a stampede in his mind. Price stopped and turned his attention to Ghost. He was getting impatient as well Price wasn't a cruel man but Ghost needed to learn his place when it came to you. He removed his fingers and angled himself over you pressing his tip just enough to make you squirm. Ghost watched as your eyes switched from a soft focus to full-blown desire.

“Think Ghost wants to know what it feel like to be inside you Tank…so I'm going to be generous and let him go first, is that ok?”

Price leant forward planting little kisses on your breasts and stomach, your skin smelt of him it drove him insane he hoped Ghost would be able to smell it a reminder of who’s you were claimed by him.

You nodded glancing over at Ghost who waited for Price to remove himself from between your legs he was taking his time on purpose.

“Ill be right here where you can see me ok…” Price positioned himself just to the side of you. You watched him as Ghost softly nestled between your thighs. He lifted his ski mask up so it rested on the bridge of his nose. He placed your leg over his shoulder slightly lifting you from underneath with his hand he angled you up to his face. The position was a new one and Price was impressed and he knew you were to from the little smirk on your face which was soon wiped clean as Ghost made contact with you, he went at it like a last meal, the taste of bourbon and honey and the faint cigar ash…Price making sure he knew he was just a guest.

He sucked hard on your clit causing you to dig your heel into his back arching up further. The noises coming from you sent him into a frenzy and knew you were close, he wanted you to cum, he need you to cum he had to hear the sound and know he had caused it.

“Need to feel you cum on him cock…” Ghost shoved you up the bed with one hand, he nudge at your centre with his tip, Price looked at you for any sign of hesitation Price was above average in size but Ghost was wider, but from the look in your eyes you wanted it. Fair enough. Without a word you spread you legs open wider for him. The fuse in Ghosts brain blew, he slowly pushed inside, your walls stretching around him, it was a tight fit. It took everything for him not to ram his length in fully. One last push and he was fully inside you for real and not just in his head with his hand as a very poor substitute.

“Fuckin hell…” Ghost was drunk on the feeling of you around him, with every draw back your walls sucked him back in he had to slow down or else he was going to break the first rule, but your moans were blocking out all rational thoughts, then there the sound he wanted to hear most of all you were coming undone the barrier falling down. You clawed at his chest, shuddering as you came. He gently wrapped his hand round your throat only applying light pressure looking into your eyes. Price said you liked it rough.

“Simonnnnn……”you moaned as you shook, he had to pull back slightly he would of happily filled you up there and then but he could feel Price switching his gaze from you to him. Watching him like a hawk. How bad of a beating would it be?

“On your front Tank” Price stood at the top of the bed helping you get on all fours.

“Let’s get one more out of her eh?…remember not inside…I mean it…Ill hang you myself…” Price winked as he said it, Ghost believed him.

Looking down at you spread open again for him, he watched Price nuzzle your face, calling you a good girl as you took him to the base. He felt spoilt as he buried himself inside you again only giving you a moment to adjust around him before he bucked his hips into you with each thrust he made sure to slowly drag himself back out trying to match the rhythm of Price thrusting into your throat.

“Tell your Lieutenant how good you feel…tell him…how good you are…” Price gritted his teeth.

You could feel your orgasm building then the thin little thread broke, causing both men to fall apart, ready to break. Price had stilled, his head back as you swallowed every last bit. Just as Ghost was close you turned to look at him, you eyes glossy.

“Did Price tell you not to cum inside me?…” You voice was strained, it was enough to send him over the edge. He nodded only slowly slightly.

“Well you can…but I want to see your face as you do…without the mask…” You half-turned you body reaching up for him to hold you to his chest. Price shot you a look, no way Ghost was removing his mask…but just like that it was off and thrown on the floor…Ghost was hook, line and sinker for you.

“Good boy…” you studied him kissing the large scar on his face. He clutched you to his chest, his forehead resting on your temple panting your name as he came inside you coating your walls. You both collapsed forward Ghost moving to the side of you still tangled up you reached to pull Price onto the bed, he obliged. The small cot creaked in protest under the 3 of you.

“Do you want your mask back Ghost?” Price reached for it.

“No…its ok ill leave it off for a little longer..does this mean I get to help with paperwork more often?” He kissed your shoulder liking the way your skin felt against his face.

“We’ll see” You and Price agreed in unison.

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Fuck Him Out

Aonung x Nerd Reader

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Prt 5 of the Fucking The Nerd Series

Summary: taking up your brothers offer leads you to be in the arms of your childhood best friend.

Warning: breast slapping, aged up characters Car

Yn/3rd person pov

"Hey I'm in the parking lot where are you" I murmured into my phone "I had a meeting come up but there is a surprise" he giggled like a girl before hanging up.

"Son of a bitch" I cussed stuffing my phone onto my pocket "now the yn I remember does not swear" I jumped turning to the voice and my mouth dropped "aonung" I screamed jumping into his arms.

His arms held me tightly as he swung me around "dam I've missed you so much" he chuckled and set me down.

"I've missed you too" I smiled "so what have you been up to" I asked grabbing my luggage as he lead me to the car.

"Not much really mostly just school and such, but what about you" he said and stopped at his car my mouth hung open "no way you still have this thing" I squealed.

It was his dad's old car and when we were younger he used to take us for icecream and make us listen to his cringy music.

"Yea he gave it to me for my 18th" he grinned grabbing my bag and shoving it into the trunck "come on I'll take you home" he whispered as he passed me and opened the door for me.

"Thank you" I smiled hopping and buckling up "now what have you been up to" he grinned getting in as well "you been seeing someone" he teased.

I looked away from him I was to soon to tell him about the whole situation "no but school as well you know how my mom is" I said and we justed started chatting back and forth.

After 20 minutes we arrived at our house his being next to my brother's and parked in his driveway "hey my mom kinda heard you were back and invited you to dinner" he nervously smiled and rubbed the back of his head.

"Sure of course just need to check in with the old man" I smiled getting out and he did the same "catch ya later" I waved walking over to my brother's house and took out my phone as I got to the door.

"Hey where's the key" I texted and got a quick reply 'in our favorite spot' he replied with a laughing emoji I sighed.

I had to drag one of his small benches he had on the porch over to a specific corner which had a little gnome which was hollow, he said it our favorite spot because he would always hide my small things inside and I could never reach it.

"Haha very funny" I muttered sarcastically and took out the key and went to unlock the door, as I entered the house I marveled at it it was the exact same.

"You never liked the change" I murmured to myself looking at all the different photos and trinkets that lined the wall as I slowly made my way up to my childhood room.

I plopped myself and my bag down on the bed and took out my phone staring at the empty notifications normally by now I would at least have one text from lo'ak but nothing.

I bit my lip he isn't worth it if he believes her more then me it's his loose, I muted his contact this holiday I can just breath.

"Hey bro can I go over to aonungs tonight" I typed and sent it and I put my phone down to quickly go shower and get dressed.

The shower was brisk but dam did it help my sore shoulders, I dried myself probably when I got out and picked a simple outfit.

When I walked back into the room I glanced out the window as something caught my attention my eyes widened as I stared straight into aonungs room and he was shirtless.

I bit my lip harshly fuck he got hot I continued to stare as he picked out a shirt it was only when a ding echoed through the room i looked away I grabbed my phone.

"Yea just be sure to use protection" I huffed, he and a few of my other family members shipped me and aonung together since we were like 7.

I sent him a quick middle finger before grabbing some of my things to go over "phone, jacket" i checked off my mental list and headed out over to aonungs.

"Hey ronal" i smiled as she opened the door and pulled me into her arms "i missed you so much" she murmured as she pulled back and welcomed me inside "I've made your favorite" she sung sweetly as she lead me to the lounge.

"hey tonowari how are you" i murmured sitting on one of the couches "im doing well thank you for asking no-" he was interrupted by tsireya's squealing as she tackled me onto the couch.

"Yn" she yelled squeezing me tightly "your suffocating me" i coughed playfully and panted heavily when she let go "so dramatic" she laughed sitting beside me.

"hey yn" aonung smiled as he walked down the stairs "hey why don't we settle at the dinning room table while i bring the food out" ronal ushered all of us into the dinning room.

"Ma'lady" aonung murmured as he pushed my chair in and sat beside me, i started catching up with the rest of the family as we ate "oh my gosh i remember that" i laughed when me and aonung started bringing up past memories.

"Ok i can you see two wanna catch up more so you guys can go up stairs" tonowari smiled and gestured up stairs "come on yn" aonung pulled me from the seat and up the stairs to his room.

"Dam i forgot how cool your room was" i whispered and flopped onto his bed and watched as he closed the door "so your gonna tell me whats bothering you" he growled and sat beside me.

"nothing is the matter" i huffed rolling my eyes "yes there is now tell me" he said and pulled me up into his arms "what is troubling you" he asked i sighed heavily "i lied when i said there was no man" i whispered.

"Then why aren't you spending the holiday with him" he murmured softly rubbing his hands up and down my arms in a comforting manner "he... kinda ended things with me" I whispered my voice cracking slightly.

Aonung listened carefully as I told him about the situation "he doesn't deserve you if he listened to that bitch, you hadn't even talked to her yet" he hissed.

He started whispering comforting words as we sat up against the headboard my head leaning on his chest "I thought he changed" I sniffled.

"Sometimes people can't or just don't want to" he tried to reason but deep down aonung wanted to kill lo'ak for making his best friend cry.

I pulled away and turned to him "what happens if I never find someone" I cried he smiled sadly at me "their are plenty of fish in the sea yn" he murmured.

It got quiet between us as we just stared into each other's eyes I could feel my feelings for aonung resurfacing he was always there for me when other's weren't.

"C-can I kiss you" I blurted out glancing between his lips and eyes he nodded eagerly and brought his hands to my cheeks as our lips touched.

"I wanted this for so long" he murmured against my lips, he slowly moved on top of me as we moved to lay down.

He moved his lips to my neck "fuck aonung" I whined as I ran my hands through his hair, he groaned into my skin as he grinded his body into me.

I pulled his hair to bring his lips back to mine "dam yn" he growled and started to let his hands wonder as ours lips molded together.

"Can I take these off" he asked pulling back "only if I can take yours off as well" I bite my lip, he groaned out before we started pulling off eachothers clothes our has grazing eachothers skin.

"Fuck your better then I imagined" he smirked and pulled me into another kiss and moved us so I was on top.

"I want you to ride me" he growled as his hands gripped my ass, we both moaned as I sunk back onto his cock and slowly started to bounce on his dick.

"Fuck you tits" he muttered and moved his hands to squeeze my breasts I bit my lip trying to suppress my moans what happens if tsireya walks in or worse ronal.

Aonung slapped my breasts bringing me out my daze "don't you fucking dare suppress those beautiful moans" he growled before starting to thrust up against me.

I put my hands on his chest to support myself so I could bounce faster fuck his cock felt so good, my moans fultered for a moment as I felt a knot to form in my stomach.

"Fuck baby are you gonna cum" he groaned and moved one of his hands from my breasts to my clit only increasing the pleasure "a-aonung" I moaned as my breathe became uneven and my body started to shudder.

"S-shit" I cried as I clenched around as I cam making him cum as well, I collapsed onto his chest and smiled as he wrapped his arms around me.

"You deserve everything the world has to offer"

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Fortissimo

Request: hi again!! i can’t get over your writing omg- could you do another remus x reader? im actually obsessed with him haha. reader is sirius’ twin but is really quiet almost mute most of the time(bc of family trauma). they draw really well and draws remus the most. one day reader is out and sirius finds their sketches and shows it to the rest of the marauders and when reader comes back they get loud for the first time bc they’re touching their book. i love the idea of sirius sibling reader it’s taking over my brain!

A/N Dedicated to the anon who's been waiting since the beginning of January for this! my longest fic yet and I'm sorry it took me so long to start writing it <3

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If someone were to ask anyone about you, the first thing they would say is how quiet you are and how much of an opposite you were to Sirius, your obnoxious twin brother. You loved Sirius and when he moved into the Potter home, you were graciously invited and followed Sirius. This is how you became close to The Marauders. Everyone knew that the Black family was dysfunctional but you and Sirius coped with the family troubles in opposing ways. While Sirius was always loud and rebellious, you were more stand-offish and reserved. Sirius always knew this, but his friends found it to be quite the surprise.

The Marauder who was the least put off by your nature was Remus Lupin. He understood the want for silence as well as how annoying your brother could get. This is likely why you may or may not have developed the tiniest crush of sorts on the werewolf. You guys often spent time alone in each other's presence. You with your sketchbook, and Remus with a book. This was your favorite time of the day because Remus often gave you inspiration to draw.

On one hand, he would tell you about whatever story or topic that he was reading about so you would draw whatever he was talking about. On the other hand, he gave you inspiration even when he wasn’t talking. Your sketch book was your prized possession. You never let anyone look at it. Sometimes you would show off your sketches of random things to your friends but that was it. You didn’t want anyone, especially Sirius with his blabbermouth, to see all of the sketches you have of Remus.

Drawing Remus during your time together started off normal. You simply wanted to get better at drawing faces and such and he just happened to be with you. Over time though, as you started to fall for him, your sketches started to become less about anatomy lessons and more about the way Remus looked peaceful curled up reading a book. Or how the scars on his face made him more attractive even if he didn’t think so. Or how his shirt clung to him in all the best ways. In your head, you defended yourself saying that it was still about anatomy, that you're learning how to draw facial expressions, facial features, and how clothing works on a body. But you knew, it had nothing to do with that. You were just desperately in love with Remus and this was the only way to express it.

“What are you thinking about?” Remus asked aloud, peering over his book at you.

Blushing, you replied with a short, “Nothing.”

You focused back on your sketchbook and realized that you were so distracted by your thoughts, that you hadn’t even been drawing. Your sketch was only the outline of a faceless body. You didn’t start drawing Remus and with your mind still distracted, you put your sketchbook down on the coffee table in front of you.

“How is my favorite twin doing?” Sirius asked, ruffling your hair from behind you. He hopped over the back of the couch you and Remus shared and took the seat in between the both of you.

“I’m your only twin,” you grunted, slapping his hand away. “Unless you count James, who’s hip you seem to be attached to all the time.”

“Well, unlike you, I have a best friend. . . Or friends in general,” Sirius offered you a smirk.

“I have a lot of friends. I even have a best friend,” you replied, stubbornly. You didn’t have a single friend outside the Marauder boys. You were decently close with Lily and Marlene, your roommates, but the person you were closest with was Remus. There was no way that you would admit in front of the boys that Remus was the closest thing you had to a best friend, who you have a fat fucking crush on.

“Oh, really? Name one friend, that isn’t one of us 4,” at his request, James and Peter sat down on the chairs around you, coming from seemingly nowhere, and joined the conversation.

“She probably can’t. She loves us too much to have other friends,” James said with the most prideful look on his face.

This argument was petty and stupid, you realized. You weren’t really in the mood to bicker with Sirius right now. You were also embarrassed by their teasing because Remus hadn’t said a single thing to add. You wondered if he knew that you were only close with him.

“It’s called quality over quantity. I know you don’t know what that means with the amount of guys and girls you. . . affiliate with,” you remarked. It was no secret from anyone that Sirius was a bit of a playboy around school.

Remus suppressed a giggle at your comment and started to laugh harder at Sirius’ fake offense to your suggestion.

“Shouldn’t you be on my side?” Sirius raised a brow at Remus.

“Maybe,” Remus shrugged, giving you a wide smile. You smiled back with a blush adorning your face.

As the conversation lulled, everyone started to do their own thing. James and Sirius played a serious match of wizard chess as Peter watched on, stuffing his mouth with some Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Remus was still on the opposite side of the couch as you, with his nose tucked firmly into the book he was reading.

Later that night, you were alone with Remus in the boys’ dorm, sitting across from each other on Remus’ bed.

“You’ve never told me why no one is allowed to see your sketchbook, not even me,” Remus mentioned, adorning the cutest pout you’ve ever seen.

Avoiding his gaze, you softly replied “It’s just private, that’s all.”

“If I had your talents, I would be showing it off to whoever I could,” Remus smirked at you.

“A showboat Gryffindor. How unusual,” sarcastically replying, but a smile still threatened to take over your face.

“Admit it, the show offs in Gryffindor keep this school alive. . . and the ladies swooning,” Remus told you with a laugh.

“Absolutely no ladies are being swooned by the Marauders, I can tell you that,” you lied.

“I can think of a few ladies,” Remus looked right at you. Your heart stuttered in your chest.

Did he know that you liked him?

Was he flirting with you?

There's no way he could like you back, right?

Before your thoughts could spiral anymore, the rest of the Marauders entered the room. You think you hear Remus give an exasperated sigh but you decide you’re being delusional.

“Time for you to leave,” Sirius gives you a head pat. “Can’t have my twin in detention for being out past curfew.”

“I get it, I get it,” you swat Sirius’ hand away from your hair, for the millionth time in your life. “I’ll see you losers tomorrow.”

With a wave and a look, mostly in Remus' direction, you bid the boys goodnight. You wouldn’t realize until too late, but you left your sketchbook sitting on your brother’s nightstand.

REMUS

“Shit, look at this,” Sirius whispered, picking up a leather bound book from his nightstand.

“Is that y/n’s sketchbook?” James asked, wide eyed.

“Let’s take a look inside,” Sirius exclaimed. With wide eyes, Remus shot up and attempted to grab the book from his friend.

“We shouldn’t do that. It’s an invasion of their privacy. Even I’m not allowed to look inside,” Remus sighed. He understood how important the book was to you. Even though he was as curious as the others to see inside, he would never want to ruin your trust in him.

“Come on, Moony. She’ll never know that we took a little peek inside,” Sirius claimed. Remus didn’t know what else to say so he just laid back in bed and tried to ignore his gossiping friends.

“Well, well, well. That is not at all what I was expecting,” James whispered. “Explains why they didn’t want us to see it.”

“Moony, come take a look at this. You’ll love it,” Sirius pleaded, excitedly.

“Unlike you guys, I don’t want them to hate me for invading their privacy,” Remus replied, exhausted.

“Trust me, they could never hate you. Just come here,” Sirius pulled Remus from his bed and brought him to look down at the sketchbook.

Remus blushed as he saw most of the pages filled with different drawings of him, some filled with cheesy hearts and flowers. He was surprised to see that most of the portraits had a little comment under them. The comments were about different stories that he told you.

He adored telling you stories, especially from whatever book had captured his attention that week. He never realized you actually listened to them or even cared enough to write them down for later.

“Someone has a crush on you Moony,” Sirius smirked.

And at the worst time possible, you walked right into their dorm and Remus watched as you took in the scene before you.

YOU

You were already all the way to your dorm by the time you realized that you left your sketchbook. You debated between leaving it there overnight, but a gut feeling pulled you back to the boys’ dorm. Not bothering to knock, you entered the room.

“Someone has a crush on you Moony,” Sirius smirked. All of the boys were crowded around Sirius’ bed and a blushing Remus.

“What’s going on here?” you nervously asked.

All 4 boys turned to you with the guiltiest faces possible. With them facing you, instead of hunched over the bed, you could see what captivated their attention. A familiar leather bound book.

You felt your stomach drop to the floor and tears threatening to fall. Silently, you walked up to the bed, not looking anyone in the eye, and harshly grabbed the book.

You were about to leave the room, when Sirius spoke up. “Hey, y/n. Wait-”

“No!” you screamed, turning to face the boys. All 4 of the Marauders shrunk at the sound of your voice. You never yelled before, especially at them. You were always level-headed and calm but the anger rolled off of you in waves at this moment. Remus tried to think of a time where you unleashed any kind of anger like this, but couldn’t think of one. Not even when you were ambushed by Slytherins, did you yell.

Sirius felt so much guilt at the sound of your voice, that he almost thought you walked up and slapped him. But no, you stayed glued to your spot next to the door.

You were seething. You never asked for much, always grateful for anything you had. You didn’t care when they annoyed you, pulled silly pranks on you, or even got you in trouble with the professors.

“What the hell is wrong with all of you?” you paused to collect your thoughts. “I’ve only ever asked you guys for one thing. Not invading my privacy. That was all I ever asked of you four. And here I find you guys doing exactly that.”

Your yelling was so loud that each of the boys wondered if the silencing charm around their dorm could contain it.

“And don’t get me started on you,” you pointed a heated finger at Sirius. “As my brother, growing up in the same shit household, I thought you of all people would understand privacy and trust. Looks like I was wrong.”

With that said, you turned around to leave. Opening the door, you shot one pitiful look at Remus before making your way back to your dorm.

REMUS

“Fuck,” Sirius cursed. You guys never fought and it was obvious in Sirius’ distress. “We’ll fix this. We have to.”

“Well on the bright side, we know that they like Remus as much as Remus likes them,” James tried to soothe.

“Yeah, well any chance I had, is now gone,” Remus sighed, solemnly. He was the only one who saw the tears in your eyes as you looked back at him.

“We’ll fix everything in the morning. Don’t worry,” James tried to comfort.

With tired sighs, the boys did their best to go to sleep that night.

YOU

Fuck. You yelled at the boys. The embarrassment of the entire situation muted the anger you had for them. You were beyond angry about what they did, but even more embarrassed about what you were sure they found. No doubt had they realized how much you cared about Remus.

Oh, Merlin. Don’t even think about Remus. He didn’t utter a single world to you last night. He didn’t even stop you from walking out the door.

Walking into the Great Hall, you found the Marauders with their heads casted down, with depressed looks on their faces.

In no way did you forgive them, but you decided to take pity on them.

Wordlessly, you sat next to Sirius and across from Remus. You filled your plate with your favorite breakfast foods and ate.

The silence that overtook the group would have amused you under different circumstances. This group of boys did not know how to keep their mouths shut.

Your silent eating was only disrupted when you felt someone lightly tap your foot. You looked up to find Remus staring at you with an unreadable expression except for the blush staining his cheeks. You offered him a small smile back.

One look at all the boys staring at you had your heart cracking. You couldn’t be sure, but you thought that Sirius might even have unshed tears in his eyes.

You finally decide to speak up. “I’m still mad at you guys, but you are forgiven.”

“Oh, thank Merlin,” Sirius hugged you tight. The force almost knocked you out of your seat. “I’m so sorry. I promise, anything like that will never happen again. I never want to do anything that would make you yell at us.”

The love in your brother’s voice made you tear up as you tightly hugged him back. You realized that you could never stay mad at these boys forever.

Breakfast passed quickly after that, the usual jokes and conversations starting up. Once the meal was over, James and Sirius headed off to quidditch practice and Peter headed to his tutoring sessions. This left you alone with Remus, making you beyond nervous.

Grabbing your hand softly, Remus whispered, “Come to the Astronomy Tower with me, please.”

“Of course,” you easily replied. You were nervous to find out what awaited you but with the tight grip Remus had on your hand, you felt your bad thoughts fly away.

The walk up the stairs to the Astronomy tower was agonizingly long but Remus never once let his hand slip from yours.

Your mind was wandering the entire time. Had he looked through your book? You’re sure he did because he seemed embarrassed last night. Did he not like what he saw? He knew that you drew him because sometimes he would catch your eyes as you sketch away. But maybe he didn’t know the extent to which you drew him. Maybe he was uncomfortable with your small obsession with him.

“We’re here,” Remus whispered, derailing you from your current train of thought. With a smile, he pulled you over to one of the railings and you both stood there taking in the view. In the distance, you could see red robes whizzing around the quidditch field.

“Do you promise you’re not mad at us anymore?” Remus asked you with a hopeful smile.

With a blush and a sigh, you replied, “I promise. There’s no way I can stay mad at you guys forever.”

“Good. I don’t want my favorite lady to be mad at me,” Remus flirted. Your whole body felt like it heated up at his comment.

“Don’t tease me,” you snapped with an embarrassed huff. You didn’t need him to rub your crush on him in your face.

With wide eyes, Remus replied, “I’m not teasing you.”

You finally looked up at him, whispering “Then what are you doing?”

He looked into your eyes. Silence hung in the air but you didn’t care because of the twinkle in his eyes as he looked down at you.

Before you realized what was happening, his lips were on yours.

You stood still for a second, taking time to process what was happening. It didn’t take you long to kiss him back with almost as much fervor and passion as he was kissing you. His hands made their way from your waist to your hair. He was holding you as if he never wanted to let you go.

This close to you, he smelled of sandalwood and old books. He felt like heaven against you, and you never wanted this to end.

All too soon, Remus pulled away from you, leaving you to lightly trail your lips after him. He gave you a dashing smile, panting from the kiss.

You gave him a dazed smile of your own, excited for what was ahead of you.

Still panting and with a light blush covering his cheeks and nose, Remus winked at you. “Have I made you swoon?”

With a roll of your eyes and a pat on his chest, “I don’t know. Kiss me again and I might tell you.”

Remus laughed at your remark before bending down to kiss you again. This time slowly, as if the world revolved around you and time stopped.

#remus lupin #female reader #fluff #marauders #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin one shot #fanfiction

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misslovasstuff · 1 year

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Dazai x reader

Prove it

“Her? Mhm, well….”- Dazai itches his head, shifting his gaze to the floor. - She is nice. Yeah, nice.”

Atsushi and Kunikida raise their eyebrows as the bandaged brunette seemed to avoid a simple question:

Do you like Y/n?

“I mean, we don’t doubt her niceness, what we’re asking is if you fancy her by any chance?”- Oh, Kunikida was enjoying too much what seemed to have turned into a silly interrogation. He fixes his glasses with a smirk, leaning over Dazai’s shoulder:

“She’s totally your type, isn’t she?”

Dazai sighs, shaking his head with a vague smile.

“Just because Kunikida-kun doesn’t have an interesting love life it doesn’t mean you have to start investigating mine.”- he claims with a silly voice, once again provoking his colleagues’ nerves as Atsushi could have sworn he heard Kunikida’s glasses break as he grabs Dazai by the collar of his shirt, whispering all sort of funny insults, to which Dazai is completely immune by now.

“Kunikida-san, perhaps Dazai-san is not comfortable talking about his relationship with Y/n. Perhaps it is better to leave him be haha.”- Atsushi claims with a weak smile, trying to calm the chaotic situation.

Dazai sighs, rubbing his temple then explains:

“Look, to extinguish your curiosity, there is absolutely nothing going on between me and her. Are you blind to fail to see that she has no interest whatsoever in me? Plus, I’ve heard from Yosano she’s seeing someone already so…”

Kunikida widens his eyes to a rare sight; Dazai sighing and looking out the window as if the most beautiful tragedy had happened to him. The kind of misfortune that makes people write poems, listen to music and take long walks by themselves. The tragedy of loving someone you can’t ever have that makes you fragile but yet unbreakable, strong but weak in the heart and it gives you a slap back to a reality that you don’t want to accept. It hadn’t occurred to Dazai before, thus he wonders what this feeling is about and if he can do anything about it.

“Have you ever been rejected by a woman before?”- Atsushi asks, after which he hits himself mentally for asking such a question.

“No. - Dazai answers frankly, to which Kunikida scoffs.

“Well, at least Y/n will ground you a bit.”- he claims, putting his hands in his pockets. - How does it feel to love someone you can’t have?”

“Terrible.”- Dazai says, seemingly not sad, nor happy, he had a rather empty expression on his face, not letting out much emotion to understand what was really going on inside his head. - I see her, and I am struck by her beauty. God, when her eyes meet mine, each and every motioning becomes more intense for my heart. When she greets me and smiles at me so genuinely and gently like she knows how much that smile affects me, making even the sun jealous of her radiance and cheerfulness. Don’t let me get into how talented she is, and her cooking skills, oh and also did you know that she reads poetry? She gave me her favourite book and underlined all verses she found beautiful and meaningful. On page 63, poem two, she had underlined two verses which were:

“I may not know your heart, but it knows me quite well. Am I resident or a foreigner to it?”

And she had written a smiley face on the corner of it, with a little note that said: “Mhm, Dazai?”

Not only that, but she is such a great-

Dazai kept blabbering about how fascinated he was by you while both Kunikida and Atsushi listened and came to a very unbelievable conclusion.

Dazai is so oblivious when he truly falls in love. Either that, or he’s trying to avoid that but still digs the idea of being in love and being loved so beautifully.

“I’m afraid to tell you this buddy but, - Kunikida touches Dazai’s shoulder. - You’re an idiot.”

Atsushi scoffs as he turns around to contain his laughter. Dazai’s face freezes with a smile like 😀

“Homegirl knows you like her, she literally wrote it down, what’s wrong with you?”- Kunikida snaps at Dazai, who now seems to be confused.

Little did they know that you were listening to all this go down, hardly containing your laughter.

The truth is, you and Dazai had been together for a while and no one is the agency knows. You told Yosano you were seeing someone, but funnily enough, even though they’re detectives, they don’t have a clue about your relationship, and you’re thinking is because your lover messes with their heads.

“Kunikida-kun, stop tormenting me! I’m telling you, she doesn’t like me. End of discussion.”- Dazai claims, getting up from his seat and stretching a bit.

“Where do you think you’re going?”- Kunikida asks as he watches Dazai’s tender figure walk away.

“To think about this unbearable pain of my weak heart, since my friends and colleagues don’t care.”

Atsushi holds back Kunikida from going after Dazai:

“He’ll never admit it that he likes her.”- Atsushi claims which gives Kunikida a rather sinister idea.

“Oh he will, I have a plan.”

There is a sudden change of atmosphere which leaves Atsushi a bit scared.

“Kunikida-san, w-what exactly are you planning to do?”- he asks, noticing a smirk from his mentor.

A little bit later/ Coffee shop

You are taking a sip of your hot coffee as rain hits the window by your seat. Although it is raining, you were feeling rather warm, and even though you were by yourself, you were fully enjoying your own company until the door of the cafe opens.

“I’ll take a black coffee, please.”- a unfamiliar voice says, which gets your attention. You turn your head and notice a tall man, build figure and blonde hair. He turns and faces you while waiting for his coffee.

“You don’t mind if I sit next to you while I wait for my coffee, yes?”- he asks with a beautiful smile, blue eyes shining right through.

“Mhm, sure it’s okay.”- you reply, mirroring a smile and scanning the man upfront.

The probability of a very handsome person, coming to this coffee shop while I’m the only one here and all the seats are empty, asking to sit next to me, and furthermore-

“So, what is such a beautiful lady doing here all by herself?”- he asks, looking at your hands holding the coffee cup, then looking directly at your eyes which made you gulp hardly.

“Drinking coffee.”- you reply rather coldly, not warning to give this guy the wrong impression.

“By yourself? Have you no one to accompany you? Maybe a boyfriend of yours?”- he continues to bring up weird questions. What was even weirder, was the fact that he was reaching for your hand, now holding it.

“Since you’re not answering, I’m assuming you do not have a man in your life. Such a catastrophe indeed. - he brings your hand close to his lips, caressing it. - I can offer myself as a candidate.”

“She’s not running any elections. - a sudden voice from behind makes your heart drop. - if that were the case, I would have known.”

You glance over your shoulder and see Dazai. He reached for your hand, shooing away the other guy’s who immediately flinches to the touch.

“Is it a habit of yours to approach lonely women in coffee shops? That’s kinda desperate and disrespectful.”- he continues, glaring at the guy who had widened his eyes.

“I’m just waiting for my coffee.”

“Wait for your coffee somewhere else. - Dazai claims with a cold tone of voice, making you shiver in what you would describe fear, but with a hint of pleasure.

He was so hot right now, for real.

“She didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend.”- the guy claims as he gets up from his seat.

“She doesn’t need to inform you about anything, really. Plus, I’m never too far away. - Dazai winks at you, getting your cheeks all heated up.

Now, - Dazai smiles, - get out of my sight.”

The guy gets out of the coffee shop, forgetting about his order which was now being served in your table.

“I’ll take that, thank you.”- Dazai claims, sitting down in front of you, not noticing the looks you were giving him.

That is, until he takes a sip and his eyes meet yours.

“Mhm? - he hums. - what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is the fantasy im having to have you right here, right now.”

“Woah woah, belladonna~, - Dazai almost spits his coffee. - What has gotten into you? I mean, I’m not complaining but-

“Dazai, do me right now, I swear I’m barely hanging on.” - you explain as Dazai notices your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing.

Damn, what happened? - he wonders.

He smirks and leans in, whispering: “But the coffee will go cold, love. Are you sure?”

“Don’t start teasing me. - you claim. - or would you rather have me do you at the agency while everyone watches so they can finally know that you are mine?”

“That’s … interesting. You’re so hasty, belladonna. Did I do something to turn you on this much?”- Dazai asks, biting his lip as he looks at you up and down with those gorgeous eyes of his that consumed your entire soul with one single glance.

“The moment right now, you being possessive and all, gosh. That was so hot of you.”- you lean in, exposing a bit of your chest to your boyfriend, on purpose obviously, to which Dazai responds by raising his eyebrows and staring at it for a bit.

“Oh really? You know what else I can heat up?”

“No I don’t know, enlighten me.”- you two lean even closer to one another, as Dazai is ready to whisper in your ear:

“That little -

“ALRIGHT THAT IS ENOUGH, point proven Atsushi let’s go!”- you hear Kunikida shouting from behind. They were not only seeing all this go down, but also orchestrated the whole thing.

“So you guys are together, awwww.”- Atsushi says, giving a weirdly firm handshake to you and Dazai. - Congrats, omg. Dazai-san that was so manly of you, Kunikida-san didn’t predict you’d actually go wild like that-

“Kunikida planned this?”- you ask, giving a disappointing nod.

“A perfect executed plan, and Dazai fell right into it. Now, you’ll stop lying and admit that you love this woman.” - Kunikida claims with a smirk, thinking that his partner would still pretend to be in denial.

“I love Y/n.”- he claims, still sipping his tea and acting unaffected by this whole scene, although in truth he was a bit conflicted on how to feel about it.

Upon his declaration of love, you melt, of course.

You caress his hand, to which Dazai smiles, starting to gesture you weirdly.

He means to get out of here. Now you had heated him up.

You nod, looking at Atsushi and Kunikida who are still looking at you both.

“Oookaaayy, - you get up, Dazai following you. - Since you put us into so much trouble, I guess you can pay for our coffee, no?”

As you walk towards the exit, holding hands, Kunikida’s shoutings accompany you:

“If anything I helped you! You owe me one, Dazai!”

You close the door behind you, giving a small sigh.

“You’re so troublesome you know that?”- you poke his nose, so which he responds by pulling you closer by your waist.

“I put you into so much trouble, huh? You’re the one making me go crazy over and over again.”- Dazai answers as you pull him by the belt of his pants.

Remind me, where were we?”- you ask and he smirks grabbing your hand, leading him to somewhere.

“I’ll remind you shortly.”

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd dazai #bungou sd #dazai osamu #dazai #dazai x reader #dazai imagines #bsd anime #bungo stray dogs #dazai bsd #dazai x you

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kerubimcrepin · 2 months

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Exploring dofus-le-film.com and talking about movie-related events. [PART 1]

This will not go into the goldmine that is the interview Tot and Xa give about Joris. This is just a little, self-indulgent post. I hope you will enjoy it nevertheless.

The first silly action I took was extracting the site's icon and enlarging it in Aseprite, so here's your daily dose of cute official Joris pixel art. Anyway.

I love how the movie blurb literally lies about Khan being Joris's life-long idol.

CHARACTER BIOS.

Most of them include the information we already know, so I will only be pointing out things I personally find interesting.

For example - this art here depicts Joris's bald head under the hood as very round. Very useful info for us joris enjoyers. Reblog to slap his bald head, like to slap his bald head.

(Hacks up blood) Deeply caring in nature... papa poule... It is the second time, when Kerubim is called that, in his character bios, and I would like you to remember are these different explanations of this word combo:

I'm insane. I love him a lot.

Bakara is a pleasure to have in class :)

Anyway, I love how non-specific and non-alarming these character bios are. We can't scare the hoes by saying that beneath her cool exterior she wants to kill people around her and also drink 20 gallons of vodka, so "shy and stuck up" it shall be.

Again, it's hilarious how non-threatening these character bios are, considering Lilotte's whole parent thing is basically: (substitute "women" with "kids with families")

Coloring pages + Crayon Contest

A part of me wanted to be "haha, I colored all these coloring pages, for the Full Understanding of The Experience of this movie."

Then I realized that, as a person who is making a Joris painted music video, and had drawn at least 1:07 minutes worth of artwork of him and some other characters of this movie, I would rather-- [remembers that suicide jokes are bad] take cactus for a wife, than draw him for this blog too. I'm sorry.

Not much to be said about the contest, though this is epic:

This little Joris can be found at the bottom of the "win some crayons" page. It's cute.

BLOGPOSTS

This image was drawn for MIFA.

I want to unpack what is occurring here:

Goultard is holding his dragon boyfriend rather gayly on the shoulder. Interesting.

One of the candles landed in Nox's face?

Atcham, Joris, and Lilotte were holding the cake together. Lilotte is sitting on Yugo's shoulder, while Joris is standing on Kerubim's arms. It is reasonable to assume that Yugo turned to the camera, which made Lilotte turn as well, which made Atcham fall, which made Kerubim step away, and the only people carrying the cake who are still even a bit happy are Joris and Yugo.

Adamai is getting ready to catch Joris when in like 5 seconds all of them are going to be tumblring down Atcham-style.

Incredible. But this illustration is not the only gem that Annecy has brought us!

It also brought us more of Atcham being cool and awesome.

I'm insane.

There's more rare art here: these t-shirts featuring designs from a fan contest.

They were made in limited numbers. I'm including them here because we don't exactly have copies of the artwork, and I am insane about preserving art. It might be somewhere — but that somewhere is probably 2016 french facebook, so as far as I'm concerned, trying to seek these out is a lost cause.

Exclusive Merch

There were playing cards, and I am happy to report we DO have artwork for them in HD:

And also, here's a slightly higher definition little game sprite esque Joris:

This is the future crepinjurgenites want.

Kerubim VS Atcham Rigged Pet Contest

I am sad to report that Atchamheads have lost again, in this rigged contest. Imagine asking:

Would you like a fluffy guy you have watched an entire series about, or this bald guy who appears twice in the franchise?

At the very least, this gives us a canonical kitten Atcham design.

(Also, both of them were added, jsyk... Still salty though.)

Maliki Art

Maliki is a webcomic not made by Ankama, but with a long relationship and connection to Ankama due to being published by them in the past.

It's cute, really.

#dofusexploration #ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz

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0alanasworld0 · 1 year

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Late night arrivals (Yassine Bounou x reader) *smut

Description: Yassine comes home late again, tired of everything but at least he has you to come home to

Warnings: its smut lol

Yassine never used to mind coming home late. Early mornings have always been the bane of his existence and he has contemplated a quiet office job multiple times to escape the random, late-notice 5am training sessions. But, only recently has he begun to truly despise the prolonged training sessions.

The second you came into his life, you had him wrapped around your little finger and as soon as the pair of you began a relationship, he constantly craved your company. Now he had a reason to come home every evening. Regardless of how badly things went over at the stadium, whether he got into it with a teammate or coach, at least he could look forward to seeing your relaxed figure there in one of his shirts, doodling away in your little sketchbook. Or on the flip side, he could come home and quickly whip something up while awaiting your return from work. Massage your sore shoulders and upper back, press kisses into your skin as you told him about your day, carry you to your room as you got ready for bed together. He liked doing things with you in general but sharing a night routine had a special place in his heart: watching you do your skincare and offering to do his, brushing each other's hair softly, getting changed together as you slapped him for whistling suggestively. He already made you blush constantly with his gaze so the comments had you even more flustered.

“Can I not express admiration for my beautiful wife?”

“Admiration? Is that what we’re calling it now?” You shake your head with a smile that you can’t bite back as he shrugs. You walk up to him and peck the corner of his mouth, smirking as you turn around quickly to remove your earrings while he whines for a “real kiss”.

However, coming home so late that your night routine was completed or you had dozed waiting for him irritated him more than he could ever express to anyone.

Arguing with the managers left him in a sour mood. Their constant over-reliance on him as well as their reluctance to make changes to improve not only his but their performances had become something of a sensitive subject area. Things were just very tense at the moment, he didn’t like the fact that he could only really trust one of his teammates to pull their weight for the team. It was never enough and he felt as if he dealt with the brunt of the blame. He cooled off a little once he got in his car: the light vanilla scent of your perfume still lingered, relaxing him as he took a deep breath. He could finally charge and check his phone for any messages from you that would calm him down and bring a smile to his face. He imagined you in your little silk slip. He pats himself on the back for buying it for you; you were stunning regardless of what you wore but something about the delicate fabric hanging off of your perfect form was just divine. He sees the messages and phone calls from you and frowns slightly until he listens to the voicemail:

“Hey! I hope everything’s okay and you haven’t completely blown up on Sampaoli haha… um… no seriously uh… please don’t be too hard on yourself. I know things are a bit difficult right now but you’re one of the strongest people I know. It’ll pass with you coming out having made even more star strikers cry haha- no I’m rambling. Forget all of that: You’re amazing and I love you and I can’t wait to see yo-”

“I can’t wait to see you, ugh damn that time limit!” you grumbled the last part under your breath, making him laugh a little. You always knew what to say without even realising it. Did you even know how much of an effect you had on him?

A part of him only felt worse now, you were always so understanding with him but he really wished that he didn’t have to sacrifice his time with you just because the club managers couldn’t find any other way of improving the team’s performances. He was really beginning to consider the offers from other teams, wondering if they would be more reasonable with the timings. The car journey is peaceful with him humming along to one of the songs from a playlist you made for him. He smiles as he recognises some of the lyrics you have pointed out to him as your favourites.

“The symbolism is so beautiful and perfect, don’t you think?! The broken bones in this context are because he fell in love with her really quickly and suddenly! You can’t tell me that that isn’t lyrical geniu- why are you looking at me like that?” You narrow your eyes in confusion.

“Your eyes light up whenever you talk about something you like. It’s quite mesmerising.” he smiles, continuing to stare into your eyes and pulling you in for a kiss before you look down to hide the blush making its way to your face, tracing the shape of your lips with his thumb as you look into his eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration.

He finally reaches home, trying to be quiet as he kicks his shoes off. He closes the door and removes his shirt on the way to your shared bedroom.

He smiles as he sees you still awake, sitting on the bed and carefully putting your art supplies away on your side table. He missed the skincare routine and watching you get changed but at least you’re still awake. He’ll take what he can get. And even better, you’re in that silk slip.

“Are you going to keep staring or are you gonna get in?” he can’t see your face but he hopes you’re relieved to have him back home.

You stand up and jog over to him, enveloping him in a tight hug and he almost immediately melts into it. The lingering perfume in the car was nothing in comparison to you. His arms pull you even closer and he buries his face in your hair and he can feel the stresses of the day dissipate quickly with your comforting presence.

“Is that a new shampoo?”

“Uh yeah, I got a package with some mango scented stuff and I thought I’d give it a try! Do you like?”

“It's you so yes” he feels you smile into his chest. Any reminder of that size difference had him going a little bit crazy.

He was a big guy. A 6’5 wall of muscle. He was a goalkeeper, of course he needed to be. At his level, he needed to be in peak physical condition so he could continue to perform as one of the world’s best goalkeepers. Yassine’s job could be a pain sometimes but watching him play had you dizzy with love and lust and everything in between. You were already pretty small but next to him, it was that much more obvious and you both revelled in the fact. It meant that he always treated you like the most precious thing he had ever known, which you were, and he didn’t want to break you.

You let go of the hug and he already misses your soft skin pressed against his. You go to the mirror to take your earrings off and he immediately moves to stand behind you with his arms wrapped around your torso and head resting on top of yours. Before you even say anything, he reluctantly removes his arms to brush your hair over your shoulder and remove the locket you were wearing. Another one of his lavish gifts, there’s a photo of you and him inside with the date of your first encounter. It's one of the many anniversaries he loves to celebrate. This was one of the smaller gifts but you treasure it since he shares a matching pocket watch.

He bends down to leave butterfly kisses that trail down from behind your ear to your shoulder and you shiver slightly, closing your eyes in pleasure. He was so intoxicating that you sometimes couldn’t believe that he was real and yours.

“You’re my everything, you know?”

“And you’re mine” he wraps his arms around again and squeezes you as you squeal.

His size proves advantageous as he lifts you up with ease and gently tosses you onto the bed, quickly trailing behind you and pulling you by your ankles towards him. His hands glide up your bare thighs and give them a gentle squeeze that has you whimpering in anticipation. His hands were truly a work of art. He could hold both of your hands in one of his comfortably and in moments like this, when they almost take up the entirety of one ass cheek, you realise just how huge he is. The thought of it has you dizzy with ideas of things he could do to you.

As your slip bunches up at your hips, he sees your cunt expose itself to him a little bit more and groans at the sight. He moves to kiss your neck again, trailing down slowly and leaving a trail of bites and marks that have you moaning quietly in bliss. He reaches you clothed breasts, nipples already hardened from the chill of the air, and opts to suckle on them through the fabric, your hands moving to grip his hair as he teases you. You close your eyes at the feeling, his warm tongue soaking the material and you can faintly feel it swirl around the bud. You wonder if he can feel your heart hammering against your chest.

He continues the trail downwards until he reaches your leaking cunt. He's aching with debauched images of what he wants to do and he's painfully hard with the lewd thoughts but still takes the time to tease, leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs, bites that have you arching your back slightly. They're so soft and warm so he's taking extra time to give them some love. Parting them further and further until he finally decides that he can’t wait anymore. He sight of your glistening centre is more than he can handle, a sight he's seen plenty of times before but he doesn't think he'll ever get used to it. His thoughts could never compare to the angel in front of him. He dives in to leave a long, slow lick through your folds from your entrance to your swollen pearl and you cry out again, panting heavily and your thighs are trembling slightly in excitement. He swirls his tongue around the bud before he sucking lightly, tongue still making circles around it. He hums in satisfaction at your sweet taste which only serves to stimulate you even more as your back immediately arches off the bed. You cry out in pleasure and relief and your hands reach down for his hair again as you pull on it. He responds by sucking even harder as your soft thighs move to close around his head. The feeling of the warm softness trapping his head has him dizzy and he can't help but gently buck his hips against the mattress to relieve some of the tension. He wraps his arms around them to keep them close and create more contact. He revelled in the fact that he still made you so nervous after all this time but he wondered if you knew of the effect you had on him. His angel. His sunshine. You lit up every room you walked into and brought an air of calm to those around you. All of that beauty to match a body that had him feral. It felt blasphemous to not learn every little scar, freckle and dip that decorated you. To not study what made you squirm, gasp, cry in pure, unadulterated bliss. He has your legs shaking in no time and decides to finally finish you off by slowly pushing two long, slender fingers into you, curling them against the spot you could never reach with your own fingers. He looks up to one of the most beautiful things he could ever dream of witnessing and moans, the vibrations only serving to torture your little bud even more. Your eyes roll back as you moan in complete and utter bliss all while his mouth never lets up on your clit. You’re in tears by the first mind-blowing orgasm of the night as you gush all over his face. He releases your clit, opting for small licks and kisses that prolong your orgasm and have your thighs twitching.

When you come down from your high and he’s finally had enough, he quickly works to take off your slip, holding back the primal desire to just tear it off your frame, and his joggers too before laying on his back and patting his thighs, smirking as your eyes trail down his body, biting your lip nervously. You never get used to it. Again, he’s 6’5 so it shouldn’t be surprising yet here you are. You look absolutely adorable in your current state: head cocked to the side as you oggle him, cheeks flushed, biting your kiss-bitten lips, hands folded neatly on your lap, fidgeting as you assess the situation. Does everything about this girl have to be so adorable?

“C’mon gorgeous, we’ll go slow…” He trails off; his pupils blown wide, entranced by you in all your glory as you move to straddle his thighs. Hovering over his cock, quivering slightly as you slowly move down onto him. His hands reach for your breasts, twisting and pinching the nipples and he moves down as you close your eyes. He reaches your thighs and gives them a hard squeeze, again reminding you of the size difference. His hands cover them almost entirely and they feel so warm against you. the callouses scratch lightly against your delicate skin and you can imagine the veins bulging as he flexes them. He knew you had a thing for his hands so made the extra effort to keep them wandering around your body, lingering on your most sensitive parts so you would remember them.

He’s prepared you enough so that he slips in easily but the stretch still has you gasping and gripping his shoulders as you squeeze your eyes shut. The feeling of your walls clamping around him is like no other and he can't help but moan lowly at the feeling. It's been too long since he had this.

“That's it… there’s my good girl- fuck” your eyes roll back as you slowly take more and more of him. You have to stop for a while, already feeling so full but you cry out at his next comment.

“C’mon baby, halfway there. You can take it, can’t you?” He notices the tears beginning to form in your eyes and grips your hips, guiding you down onto the final inches of him. It's a tighter squeeze for the last bit and you both moan loudly when he’s through. Your thighs are shaking again and he laughs breathily, picking up on the telltale signs of your orgasm. He moves a hand off your hip and goes to gently rub your clit, moaning loudly as you clench tightly around him, unexpectedly gushing all over his cock. You're so sensitive to him and he's so glad that he hasn't been the only one desperate for it. He’s shaking slightly as the pleasure takes over, continuing to rub you as you convulse with the aftershocks.

He grunts as you start to move up and down his cock, the blunt tips of your nails scratching down his chest.

“Such a good girl for me… You’re so perfect…” his hands resting on your hips, occasionally moving up to squeeze your breasts and trailing back down in the way he knows you love. He loves seeing how hard you tried to take him and keep going, his perfect girl. It's already too much for you and it's barely even started. The exhaustion takes over quickly as you collapse onto him with your head resting on his shoulder. A hand moves to soothingly rub your back as you nuzzle into him, lulled into a false sense of security. You're panting heavily and closing your eyes as you tried to regain some sense, the wet kisses that he's leaving all over the parts of you he can reach are not helping and the chills don't seem to be dissipating anytime soon.

Wrapping his arms tightly around your middle, he kisses your neck, giving you a short break before continuing. He bends his knees slightly, balancing on his feet as he snaps his hips, pistoning into you. You shake even more, not even having the energy to moan out. You’re in complete bliss as the pleasure takes over and you squeeze his shoulders. He moans out as you flutter around him, struggling to move with the vice grip you have on his cock and he hisses at the feeling of you digging your nails into his shoulders, adding to the array of marks that will undoubtably raise some eyebrows and illicit questions in the locker room. He tightens his arms around you and thrusts harder, hands wandering all over your body as the knot in your stomach tightens again.

He flips you over, roughly throwing your legs over his shoulders, practically folding you in half as he pounds into you. You’re definitely not walking right for the next few days. The position allows him that much deeper and he’s angled perfectly to press against your spot with each thrust; it has you trying to squirm away from the stimulation, your nails are now dragging down his back. Everything about him is overwhelming. His body completely blocks your surroundings, his voice sends chills down your spine, his scent has you all warm and safe and his touch sparks trails of electricity throughout your whole body. His thrusts are fast and desperate as he holds you down by your hips to stop you from moving away. Another hand grabbing at your wrists and holding them above your head. he has you pinned to the mattress to make sure that you're taking the full force of his thrusts. He presses his forehead against yours.

"Where do you think you're going, sweets?" He mocks, smirking as he notices that you can't even open your eyes to look at him.

“Oh would you look at that princess?” He takes one of your hands and places it on your belly. You can feel it, you can feel him. You manage to open your eyes and make contact with his darkened ones. you dare to look down as you see it. the bulge that forms whenever he pushes back into you, evidence of just how deep he is inside you. you moan out in shock and pleasure, clenching around him and legs flailing as you make another futile attempt to move away.

"Fuck- stop moving." His grip tightens just a little bit on your wrists and hip, not enough to hurt but just to bring your cock-drunk self to some sense.

He bites his lip, desperately trying to last a bit longer; wanting to coax a couple more orgasms out of you.

“Always take me so well, so perfect for me, huh? I love you so much, baby- fuck” he groans in your ear, leaving wet kisses all over your neck and chest, letting go of your wrists to hold to backs of your knees, keeping you still and spread wide as he pushed as deep as he could. you move your hands to pull on his gorgeous, thick hair again and he comes up from leaving dark purple hickeys on your neck and shoulder to capture your lips in a searing kiss that takes your breath away. You’re both coming to finish and he rubs your clit in tight circles to bring you there.

“C’mon gorgeous, cum for me.” He collapses onto your chest, grinding himself against you all while continuing to stimulate your clit. You're trapped under his enormous frame now and the feeling of his skin pressed up against yours makes you close your eyes in comfort. His warm breath is a stark contrast to the cool air and the feeling spreads like fire throughout the rest of your body. His grip on your hip tightens, grinding deeply so you could really feel every inch of him. You tighten around him again and this time, he can’t hold back as he cums inside you with a moan that sets your own orgasm off. Your arms tighten around his head and his thrusts are now shallow as he works to ride the high with you, releasing his grip to let your legs flop down and back onto the bed. Your hand moves to slap his hand away from your clit but he keeps it there, massaging and pinching as you convulse with the extra stimulation.

“One more for me. C'mon gorgeous, I know you can take it” he sweetly kisses your temple, a stark contrast to what he was doing to you. He dips his head to take a nipple into his mouth, licking around the bud before sucking fervently and you gush around him for the last time. His hands leave your clit to rub and sooth your body as you try to catch your breath. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Such a good girl for me, hmm? my perfect girl” You smile into the kiss, your hand running over his back to sooth the scratches, the feeling of the soft, warm skin and twitching muscles on your hand brings you such a level of comfort that you could never do justice with words. You whine as he slowly lets go of the embrace, suddenly feeling very empty and cold as he leaves to grab a washcloth. He parts your legs gently, smoothing over the skin and wipes you down. You twitch and cry out as you feel it against your clit.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’ll be quick.” He presses the warm cloth against your inner thighs and you close your eyes at the feeling. He looks over the marks and his eyes flicker to your muscles which haven't stopped twitching with concern. Did he go too far this time?

“Are you feeling okay? Was that too much? I’m so sorry, princess I have no idea what came over me I-” You pull him into a soft kiss as he relaxes again into you. A hand moving to cup your cheek.

“It was perfect, I promise. I love you.” giving him a dopey smile, humming in delight as he kisses over all of the lovebites, cooling the slight sting you felt.

“I’m just gonna go and grab some snacks and water, pretty. I’ll be back!” You go to protest but he shushes you, insisting that you needed the nutrients.

"Trust me, I'm an athlete." you roll your eyes with a small smile, relishing the care he's giving you.

He returns with his arms full of fruit, chocolates and water bottles, eyes softening at your figure snuggled up into the sheets.

You don’t feel particularly hungry but he insists that it’ll do you good so you relent, letting him feed you the grapes and sweets as he runs his fingers through your hair and over your relaxed frame. You’re holding off a smile as he does so, eyes narrowing at him in faux-annoyance.

“You love it really” he says with a teasing smile, putting the water bottle on the side table, turning the lamp off and pulling the covers over the pair of you. Your head is against his chest and you’re soothed by the slow thump of his heart beat and the warmth he radiates.

“I’m sorry I came home late again.” he smiles sadly as he strokes your hair. What kind of husband couldn't give his wife this everyday? Sure, I hate not spending time with her but imagine how she's feeling! It genuinely makes his heart ache at the idea of you having to wait for him.

“Its not your fault, my love. Did coach lay into you again?”

“As per usual. I still don’t know how he expects me and Yousef to hold up this entire team alone. I just don’t know what to do anymore…” he trails off, what would he do now? The team that gave him everything was falling apart and he had to take the weight of the blame. It was soul-crushing.

“I’ll be there with you regardless, just keep talking to me, okay? Don’t keep it to yourself. I've said it once and I'll say it again, you're one of the strongest people I know. You'll find a way out but in the mean time, just don't keep any of this in. Your struggles are mine.” You wipe away a stray tear and he closes his eyes at the feeling of your soft hand soothing his skin.

He carefully moves you off him so he can face you, moving a hand to rest on your cheek. Smiling softly at the concern in your eyes.

“You make everything better, I could take on the world so long as you’re there.”

“I try my best.” You smile, pressing your lips to his before hiding your face in his neck. His arms move to wrap around you as the exhaustion hits. He closes his eyes and breathes out in relief. You’re here. You’re okay. He’s a fighter and he soon will find his way too. And he's comforted by the knowledge that you'll be there with him for it all.

He allows the tiredness to overtake him as he smiles, falling into a deep slumber with his perfect wife encased in his strong arms. It’ll be okay.

Before I move onto the requests, I just thought I’d get a test-run in. I hope u enjoy, my lovelies xxx

#yassine bounou #yassine bono #yassine bounou x reader #yassine bounou imagine #footballer fic #footballer imagine

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nomizombie · 4 months

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König’s first CNY 🧧🥢🎊

boyfriend!König x afab?GN!reader

[SFW/Fluff/Wholesome] ; basically celebrating lny/cny with ur boyfriend, könig (very self indulgent haha), i guess this one is aimed towards people with female bodies? … since the reader wears a qipao, but if you wanna wear one and you have a male body thats okay too! :)), no usage of pronouns, no y/n

[A/N] ; 新年快乐 (xīn nián kuài lè) to my fellow chinese/singaporeans/anyone else celebrating!! Just got my ang paos from my extended family. Ahh I think my back is gonna break from the amount of bowing i had to do tho…

He had never seen so many people wearing red at the same time. Red floral qipaos, red bows, red shirts, and of course… red envelopes.

That morning, you handed him one too, although you arent technically aren't supposed to.

He accepted it, a puzzled look in his eyes as he opened it and expected a letter of some kind. Instead, a couple euros laid within.

“Lieb, what is this?” He asked, very very confused.

“It's an ang bao, silly.” you laughed.

He stared at it again, even more confused. Perplexed eyes roaming all over the package.

“An, ang… bao?” He struggled to pronounce it, german accent and all.

“For chinese new year.” You happily smiled at him while he clutched the bright red envelope in between his massive fingers.

“You give me… money?” He asked again, worried you thought he was in need.

“You really dont have to i have enough schatzi-“

“No, no, no! Its a tradition!” You giggled, “every CNY you give away red packets to kids and other adults!”

He blinked at you.

“So you give me money for…?”

“Just take it!” You pressed the envelope against him.

He smiled at you.

“Chinese new year is awesome.” He laughed.

Later that day, as the two of you were getting dressed to visit your relatives, he stumbled into your room looking for his watch. Thats when he found you staring at yourself in the mirror, donning a scarlet qipao.

He couldve sworn his jaw dropped.

You turned around, red, fitting since its chinese new year.

“König! Youre done already?”

He continued staring at you, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“You look… really good.” Is all he could manage. How was he supposed to put your beauty into words?

You stared up at him as you tugged at the sides of the floral garment nervously.

“Thanks.” You said, eyes dropping to the floor in embarrassment.

He smiled at your bashfulness. He had seen you wear dresses a million times at this point but for some reason, a qipao was different.

Once the two of you arrived at your relatives home, he was immediately bombarded with a tsunami of aunts and uncles fawning over him. Labelling him as your “tall boy”.

While he was left in a encircling swarm of relatives pinching at his cheeks and asking him questions that were much too personal, you were free to eat as much of the feast without any ‘thats too much’ remarks. Also free to pray to the shrine in the corner without some stingy uncle saying your ‘qipao was too short’.

You would have to cuddle him for a few hours at least as an apology. His limit is 2 people for a maximum of half an hour.

When he finally broke free from the crowd of relatives, he found you curled up on the couch watching a lion dance performance on TV. He playfully slapped your shoulder, clearly feeling betrayed after you abandoned him.

“Sorry.” You cheekily grinned at him. You were full of delicious food and he was drained of all his energy. Eh, he’d live.

“Can we go home now..?” He said meekly, voice raspy from all the answering he had done. More words said in one hour than he had ever said in a year.

You rubbed his head as he dropped it into the crook of your neck.

“Sure. Just let me get one more bite of the roast duck and then-“

He stopped you, pressing a finger to your lips.

“I swear I will die here, schatz. If we dont leave now, I might go insane.” He hissed at you.

You laughed. He was always so dramatic. Either way, he would have to get used to it. You planned on bringing him to every gathering from now on.

“新年快乐, König.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, snickering.

新年快乐 = xīn nián kuài lè ("happy chinese new year")

oh god my back still hurts from all the bowing 😭😭 ang paos make the pain worth it tho :33

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lensman-arms-race · 5 months

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Episode 70 part 2 spoilers and speculation

I definitely had to rewatch this a few times to catch everything that happened - several bits happen so fast that I missed them on first viewing! Also, it doesn't help that there are 2 cams who look very similar (both black coats, one with plain black tie and one with lozenge-y patterned tie).

Let's follow along with @gamie99's bingo card!

The toilet bursting into the lift uses a dead cam as bait (so we think a friendly cameraman was the one who opened the lift ceiling at first). The bait-cameraman has a black coat and black tie, looking very similar to one of the living cameramen in the lift - and that cameraman dies first to the toilet (by being impaled). Only they're not quite dead - they pull the toilet down the hole with them (the hole blasted by the bomb strapped to the dead bait-cameraman). That confused me until I worked out the sequence of events!

We can tick off heroic sacrifice because of Black Tie's actions. Also, holy crap, how strong are cameramen?! They pulled that big-ass toilet down with them!

I think we can cross off jumpscare too, because we thought 'yay, a friendly' then OH NO.

Something else that happens so quickly I didn't clock it at first: Assassin Speakerman then ferries Salmon Shirt and Lozenge Tie out of the lift (through the hole blasted in the ceiling) one at a time using their jetpack.

That means they could have saved one of the Mint Twins!! D: Waaaa! All this time I thought that that wasn't possible because the jetpacks can't carry passengers. They can!

Plunk uses their spikes again - I'm still baffled by how these work - to climb the walls of the lift, rather than accept Assassin's help. (I think Plunk gets the spikes from a toilet in the previous episode, but it happens so quickly, and Plunk appears to be able to retract and deploy them at will like Wolverine claws? I don't quite get it.) I think Plunk might have just had the same realisation I did - Assassin could have saved at least one Minty! Plunk is angry at Assassin all over again.

Assassin makes a metallic 'honk' sound when Plunk slaps their hand away. It sounds a bit like 'what?', haha.

Walking through the corridors in the dark feels rather videogames, haha. It's interesting that Assassin turns off the red light on their driver - what's that light for? Is it just so other units can see them, or does it grant them some optical sensing ability?

Mildly interesting that the night vision is green. Human-made night-vision apparatus is green because human eyes are attuned to green more than to red or blue - we can see more shades of green than any other colour. It wouldn't necessarily be the same for cameras. Presumably DFB just did it that way so that we the audience would understand it was night vision; maybe that's all there is to it. Maybe it hints that the cameraman were human-made or they modelled themselves after human-made tech on purpose?

Animation error! Salmon Shirt's trouser arse clips through their coat! Bwoo ha ha ha haaaa!

It's not that there's a big hole in their coat; the arse disappears in the next few frames.

Then we get to that room.

Is that Titan Camera's arm?! Looks like one of Titan Speaker's knives and the body of a camera strider too.

I think this is further proof that DFB adjusts the size of the models depending on what looks good, and the Titans have no fixed size other than 'big'. Compare the hand above with Plunk and TCam in episode 51:

There's just no way the hand in episode 70 is that big!

Then we see that piece of paper. (Skibidi Toilets are Greek?) Well then. What is the connection between the Scientist and McMagnets??

Maybe we can tick off insane fucken lore drop? No lore has actually been dropped, though - just Implications. In which case we can probably tick off "WTF??"

And some plain English! Is this anything from Half-Life? I barely played those games. The two in the middle would appear to be the same models as Freaky-hands McMagnets and the Secret Agent. Which of them is the 'new administrator'? I'm not sure if the other figures are significant. Or the date - it might be just to establish a timescale, or the specific date might have relevance later.

Possible background: the two dudes above created the Astro Toilets and the Alliance hardwares respectively and are waging a proxy war against each other with their creations. (That doesn't explain where the Skibidis came from though - maybe a failed creation of the Astros.)

Book! Why didn't they open it to look inside?? The book has the TV symbol on it, which I couldn't see when I viewed the episode on my phone. Here's a screencap with a brightness-boosted inset in case you can't see it on your screen either.

Salmon Shirt shrugs and puts the book back on the table! Why don't they look inside??

Then... RIP Salmon Shirt. That's kinda gutting - not just because another friendly unit died but because it feels unsatisfying. It's not a poignant death, it's just a bummer! Now we'll never find out their connection to the Secret Agent! (Well, we probably will, but it doesn't feel like it at this stage.)

We get to see a POV shot of the Red Screen of Death!

I'm disappointed that it just says 'end yourself' instead of something more brutal. Feels like pissbaby TikTok-level self-censorship.

I've always been intrigued by why DFB has the TVs speak backwards. It sent me down a rabbit-hole of looking up how CRT screens work, to find whether there was anything in a CRT that can be said to run 'backwards' before it reaches the viewer, but I couldn't find anything. I concluded that DFB did it for Rule of Cool and to give viewers an Easter egg if they chose to reverse the sound. Could it be that the RSOD text is backwards because it looks the right way around to the TV displaying it (imagine wearing goggles with some text on them) and they're such proud idiots that it doesn't occur to them that it's the wrong way around to everyone else? Ahahaha.

Assassin Speaker saves the day! Along with the lens protector given to Plunk by the dying large cam. (I want to see Plunk wearing it - I bet that looks silly!) RIP Lozenge Tie though. It seems Assassin did try to save them too but the toilet simply impaled them. Plunk immediately returns the favour to Assassin by rescuing them right back! (Something else I didn't see on first viewing because everything happens so fast.) Hopefully they will become pals again eventually.

Assassin goes squeak and it sounds kind of like 'wow'. Heheh.

Plunk has Salmon Shirt's mysterious doohicky now, and we get a proper look at it. Looks kind of like Winamp, haha.

Wiju Bi Gojze!! :D

So, where did that toilet come from? The red and black mechanical arm was in plain sight, but where was the rest of it??

#skibidi toilet #skibidi tags: episode 70

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mikkokomori · 1 year

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Memory Entry - 3/3

Kel's Old Friend

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"Mijo, can you go buy me some tortillitas?"

"Sí mamá, I'll go!"

Kel clumsily slid on a shirt and brushed through his spiky hair, nicely flattening it before throwing the brush on his bed and skipping out of his room.

"I'll be back in a bit then!"

"Yes yes, just don't forget about the tortillas!"

"Got it!"

The boy closed the door behind him, jogging onto the sidewalk, whistling all the while.

"Gotta get some tortillas for mamaaa! Gotta get some tor-ti-illaaaaas!"

He hummed aloud, his carefree mood getting the best of him as his left foot stepped on his untied shoelace. "Yikes!"

He tumbled forward, sticking his arms out in front of him to lessen the impact of the fall. His palms and knees hit the concrete with a harsh slam, Kel flinching at the sudden shot of pain coursing through his body.

"A-ah!" Kel opened his eyes that had been tightly shut, a burning sensation on the limbs he had caught himself with. "Aahh… ouch…"

He awkwardly stood up, looking at the damage that had been done. Bloodied knees and badly scraped palms met his vision, a gust of wind making the wounds sting even more.

"Oh– oh wow– ok, uhh umm– this is- this is ok! I can handle this!" Kel thought aloud to himself. "It'll be ok, I just- I'll slap some bandaids on it!"

"You realize that not disinfecting them will make it worse, right?"

Kel looked up, a familiar face greeting him.

"Oh! Aubreyyy, heyy!" He made finger guns at her. "You dyed your hair? Looking good, haha..!"

The girl deadpanned, blond hair messily falling down her shoulders.

"You're changing the subject."

"Whaat? No way!" Kel forced a laugh. "W-What's up? I don't usually see you around here as much anymore… you lose something?"

Aubrey crossed her arms. "I saw you fall, dumbass."

'I wanted to check if you were okay.' was left unsaid.

"I'm fiine, don't worry about your ol' pal Kel!" He laughed some more as he staggered on his feet. "Anyways, I'm heading over to buy some stuff for mom– always nice running into a friend though!"

The blond girl tensed at being considered his friend. Her face turned irritated as she stomped over to him, putting both of her hands on his shoulders and forcing him to sit down on the inner edge of the sidewalk.

"H-hey!" Kel mildly panicked. "What are you–"

"Shut your mouth. Here," Aubrey pulled out a small water bottle and some bandaids. "I don't have any disinfectants on me, but it's still better to at least clean your injuries."

"How come you have a pack of bandaids on you? Is this a normal thing that happens to you?" Concern was evident in his voice.

"Doesn't matter. You got any napkins on you?"

"Ah, um…"

Kel looked through his pockets before pulling out crumpled napkins. Aubrey took them, observing them before grunting.

"Good enough. Hold these."

She handed him the pack of bandaids to him as she put some water on a napkin. Kel clumsily took it, his ears burning from sudden embarrassment and shame. He quietly watched Aubrey dab the napkin gently on his knee, eyebrows furrowed as she focused on cleaning it.

Well, this is embarrassing. He thought to himself.

I didn't think anyone would notice me. What bad luck…

"Kel."

"Huh?"

"Give me some bandaids."

"Oh! R-right!"

Aubrey finished up with his knees then locked her gaze on his hands.

Kel squirmed under her gaze. "I– I can do it myself! Um…"

"....right."

They sat in silence as Kel cleaned the scrapes on his palm. Aubrey handed him another bandaid, the tan boy gladly taking it.

"So, uh," Kel glanced at her for a few seconds before focusing on his other hand. "Any reason why you decided to help me? Or something..?"

Aubrey blankly stared at the way he cleaned his hand.

"No."

"Oh…"

Silence fell upon them, Aubrey handing Kel another bandaid. Soon enough, they both stood up from the ground. Kel swayed back and forth on his feet awkwardly, his hands fidgeting by his sides.

"Well, it was nice seeing you!" He happily beamed at his friend. "I gotta get going now, mama won't be too happy if I start taking too long to just buy some stuff for her, hehe…"

He turned on his heel, not even a step forward before a tug on his shirt held him back.

"W-wait."

Kel turned his head to the side, a confused look on his face. The girl seemed to have been contemplating on something, opening and closing her mouth all the while nothing coming out.

"Um– you don't think– if–"

Kel tilted his head in even more confusion. Aubrey let out a frustrated growl before turning her head away and letting go of Kel's shirt.

"Nevermind. Forget about it."

"Oh! Uhh, ok then…" Kel thought for a moment. "You maybe wanna come with me? I can get you some soda as payment for helping me! Hehe…"

Aubrey glanced at Kel.

She gave a small nod.

Kel beamed happily at that.

"Let's go then!"

Grabbing a hold of Aubrey's hand (much to the flustered girl's embarrassment), both of them jogged towards OtherMart, the sunset painting the stores with its colors. They ran inside the automatic doors, one laughing as the other grumbled.

Walking through the aisles, Kel looked through each shelf trying to look for what he needed.

Aubrey tapped on his shoulder, holding the packaged bag of tortillas he had been asked to go get.

"Woah! How'd you know I needed to get that? Can you read minds or something?!"

"Idiot, you were singing it earlier before you fell!"

Kel laughed, scratching his head awkwardly as Aubrey rolled her eyes at him.

"I guess that's true! Hey, how about you go get that soda you want? I'm gonna get a little something for myself–"

"You are not getting that stupid Orange Joe can."

"What!!" Kel huffed as he crossed his arms. "C'mon Aubs, it's not as bad as you think it is!"

"Ok sure, whatever." Aubrey smirked as the boy stuck his tongue out at her.

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Walking back, Kel happily chugged his can of Orange Joe, Aubrey walking beside him. She swayed the soda she had gotten in her hand with a fluid motion while looking down at the sidewalk.

There was a quiet silence between them as they walked, excluding Kel's happy humming.

"Y'know," Kel began, lowering his can of O.J. from his face, "you should totally join me and my family for dinner! We're gonna have soo much food there, and I'm sure mom won't mind if you come!"

Aubrey's eyes widened at that as she looked at Kel, Kel looking back at her with a smile.

"She… wouldn't..?"

" 'course not! Actually, she's always going 'Oh Kel!! When is that nice girlfriend of yours coming over?' and I tell her 'Mama, she's not my girlfriend!' Haha, how funny is that?"

Kel took another sip of his canned drink, missing the way the blond girl's face bloomed into a shade of red.

"Anyways, ma wouldn't mind ya coming over! You're like– the daughter she wished she had!"

His house was brought into view, the lights turned on from the inside.

"I guess… I'll stick around for a little."

Kel looked over to Aubrey, who rubbed her arm that held her soda. With a beam, he pulled her along excitedly towards his home, music that was unheard before slowly getting louder.

"That's great! Let's go!"

"H-hey!"

Kel turned to look at Aubrey again, this time the girl holding him back.

"Um… I just…" she bit her lip. "Thanks, Kel."

"Huh?"

She glanced up at him then looked away.

"It's been– hard for me lately I guess."

Silence blanketed the air once more.

"Can we… Can we maybe- hang out more? Like before…?"

Kel stared at her for what seemed like a long time. Then, his eyes crinkled into that of pure joy as his smile widened.

"Yeah! Totally! It'd be great to finally have an old friend to spend time with!"

……

"I kind of miss it. Spending time with everyone, y'know?"

Aubrey stared back at him in surprise.

"It gets lonely sometimes… no one to talk to. I mean–" Kel sighed. "I made new friends but– they aren't– uhh well– y-y'know, just forget I said anything! You didn't stick with me just to hear me talk about my feelings haha!"

"..... It's..fine, Kel."

They stared at each other for a long time.

Then they headed into Kel's house, his mother and father welcoming Aubrey in with such warmth–

And the door closed behind them.

#ANXIETY AU - Memory Entries #ANXIETY AU #omori kel #omori aubrey #omori #omori spoilers #mikos art #mikkos writing #miko panta

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