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thesharktanksdriver · 8 months

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Mist veiled eyes (platonic)

I personally adore both silent hill and resident evil. I know both fandoms make jokes about one another so i decided to make something off of it. Originally I was also gonna add a Jill route but this was getting too long to write (maybe another day but not now)

I put in some P.T references for fun and sadness at it never being released (I still mourn). Y/n in this isn’t quite human anymore. Not even they know what they are now after experiencing the town but they don’t question it

Sorry if this is cheesy (tbh both series have their cheesy moments despite being horror games) and that this came out so late. I’ve been busy lol

Content warning: death, blood, trauma, mention of cult stuff, monsters, the usual for resident evil and silent hill (what else do you expect lol)

You think you had once been excited to go to your dads old town

He was a stern man, one who had kept secrets from both you and your mom

Someone who had once guarded his past to his chest and mind

Never once cracking and spilling its contents despite the questions that you had once pestered him about

It felt nice at first that he was seemingly opening up

He’d always been distant with you

Never really showing you anything other than the basic necessity

But now he was seemingly opening up

Showing a part of himself to you

You opinion quickly changed though on the drive there

At some point in the drive your mom fell asleep while you listened to your Walkman

Eventually as you went to change tapes and there was no music blaring in your ears you heard the radio

For a solid minute it was static

Pure static that your father was listening to

But then you hear it morph

And in that static you begin to hear a voice more and more clearly

It’s male, a radio station host

The radio man was talking about a father who killed his wife and kids

What’s odd though is the man’s tone of voice and how much info he has on the murder

He talks about it in extreme detail that not even police would know about

In an intense silence your dad listened

Quietly you heard your dad mumble what seemed to be a sequence of numbers over and over again

In the distance of the dark night sky illuminated by the headlights is the sign

The place that would forever change you

Silent Hill

The gate to the place is closed off, chain link yet despite that your dad keeps driving

Plowing straight through it making your mom startle awake

There’s a heavy mist surrounding the car as he drives into the seemingly abandoned town

Mom is yelling at him asking what the fuck he was thinking

But all you can focus on is the crackle of the radio, it’s getting louder in your ears despite no one touching the dial

You reach to silence it

Yet as your finger barely grazed the knob the radio host stops his anti-government rant

“Don’t touch that dial now, we’re just getting started”

A shiver racks your spine

How did-

Before you can question anything else your moms scream echoes out in the car and you jolt back

Your dads attacking her

Instantly you move to help her but there’s only so much you can do against him before a deafening crack fills the car

The radio host cackles in a twisted tone

In a blind panic you throw open the car door and run

Your dad yells for you to “get your ass back in the car” and that “you must serve your purpose!”

It’s confusing and your mind is spinning

You run into the fog despite the fact you can’t see 3 feet in front of you

It stays like that for who knows how long until you finally find and unlocked shop

It’s abandoned as hell but you find momentary relief flood you as you sit down on dirty tiles and cry

You cry and cry till your eyes are red and you can’t cry anymore

Eventually you look around the old store, it seemed to be a laundromat

Hesitantly you get up, shivering from either the cold or silence you don’t know

But then you that silence is broken when on a laundry machine a small radio comes to life

A chilling static noise ringing as you hear something else in the nearby pitch black doorway

Immediately you hunch down to hide behind the machines

Peaking out to see something entering

Not someone

That wasn’t human

Tears line your eyes once more as your hand clasps over your mouth

Frantic eyes look for an escape but all options would lead it to noticing you

And then your eyes land on something

Close enough in range for you to grab is an old pipe

Long enough where you aren’t too close and study enough to hurt whatever that thing was

Your hand reaches as you hear its footsteps getting close

Fingertips digging into the cold metal and readying it

This was the beginning of your own personal hell

Like the radio host one said

“We’re just getting started”

You one day emerge out the fog of that old town that reeked of death

It was a cold night, but despite it you don’t shiver nor do your teeth chatter

Your mind is…hazy

The main events leading to you escaping are blurry but so is the rest of your mind

Thinking back to your escape are just flashes of disjoined pictures

It’s like their not properly developed pictures

There are clearly things and people there but their distorted blobs of colour that need more time to come together

You walk the lone and forgotten road

Still unpacking your mind but not panicked

In fact your more calm than anything as you walk for hour upon hours until you reach civilization again

Your not exactly sure what it had done to you

You had killed several monsters of nightmarish compression made up from the demons of your mind

Trauma taking a literal form in the shape of entities for you to bash with whatever weapon you could find

An axe now instead of that old pipe

Occasionally being gifted a few bullets to hopefully put down the demons that clawed at you

When it was finally over

The mist being lifted off this abandoned sleepy town

Radio going silent

Rusted blood of the other world chipping away as you finally found resolve

Something remained

A piece of that place

Silent hill staying with you even as you left it for good

Maybe it was a new trauma replacing the one it had helped (help in large quotations) you work through

But you knew it was different from that

You felt physically different

Sometimes when staring in a mirror you didn’t recognize yourself

Looking at the old Polaroids it felt as if someone else was staring back

Perhaps when you left silent hill a part of it went with you

A twisted souvenir or medal of honour as you think back to the days or weeks you spent traversing that place

Time there was warped and you didn’t know how long you’d actually spent in that realm

Minutes felt like hours

Days felt like years

There was only ever a grey sky with no indication of sunlight or night

Just an endless limbo filled with melancholy as you did your best to survive

the time before you entered that town felt blurred and fuzzy, as if you were trying to watch an old tape that was distorted

You think you preferred it that way though, it made everything easier to accept if you didn’t know when you had entered and when you had left

Didn’t know what you could never have anymore

Cause even if it had been a day that you were stuck there it felt as if the world had changed monumentally

Felt as if you were a foreign force or entity impeding on what used to be your home

If…you could even call it that anymore

Despite being 15 you feel older than you are

Weathered and given the forbidden knowledge of an entity of eldritch descent as it clung to you like a cancerous sore

You travel now even if you sometimes feel the call to return back to the only place that felt as if it would accept you

Upon highways and bridges you walk

Only taking rest in motels that you somehow always have the money for

Your dreams being filled with that town once more and it’s open arms of welcome if you wanted to return back to it

Though now in those dreams there are no more monsters to hurt you

Your just by your lonesome traversing the place you once loathed

It’s peaceful and quiet unlike the natural world

You don’t need or feel the urge to eat but you do so anyways out of a nostalgia of what it was like to be human

Cause at this point you know your not that anymore

You had entered human but left as something else

And for some reason you felt fine with that

Admittedly the previous night with Rebecca and Billy wasn’t the best of days

Certainly not your worst by a long run

But not quite good either

Neither is right now as you wander a second mansion infested with science experiments gone wrong that only a mother could love

Whilst Billy did the best decision and go off on his own you decided to go with Rebecca

That was now kinda biting you in the ass but what’s more annoying is that you got separated from her due to that giant asshole snake

Of all sentences you’d say it’s probably that one that’s the weirdest

To be honest this was…well laughably less scary

Horrifying still? Well yes, these were the reanimated corpses of people that were now trying to rip into your flesh

But you had dealt with worse

These creatures weren’t a personal attack on your psyche

They were lab experiments gone wrong and now set loose on this mansion as some sort of testing ground

There was no radio static as the rooms were transformed to that of a industrial hell realm

In its place was a now well lit and elegant manor with the groans and moans of these shambling creatures

Marble floors accented with splatters of blood

There’s no dirt and grime covered walls

Just pristine with the occasional gore

All things considered it’s a welcome upgrade

If you could call it that

At least there’s less of a risk of tetanus

…still a risk of possible rabies from those annoying dogs

But to be fair you don’t think either can affect you anymore on the fact that you’d be bitten several times in the last few hours and nothing has happened

No itching

Or sudden urge for flesh

Your unaffected and for once you thank whatever that that town did to you

Still doesn’t stop those rotting assholes from taking a chunk from your shoulder though

With a sigh you rummage around for a first aid spray and some bandages

Your axe is discarded to the ground, dripping blood onto the posh carpeting

For some reason supplies had been “conveniently” spread around this death trap

Whoever was behind this at least wanted it’s lab rats to have a small chance at survive for at least a few hours

(They certainly didn’t account for something like you to appear here, for better or worse)

With a small mumble of a curse you pull open a few drawers of the small room your in

Looking around frivolous expensive clutter that was stuffed into the drawers as all you come up with is some green herbs

It was better than nothing

Sighing you pick up the leaves, pressing them to the wound

It’ll help the wound for now, but not fully heal it like you had wanted

Picking back up your axe you go to exit the room

Only to fumble back a bit when the door opens

Chris Redfield

A man entered through the door, green military vest with a combat knife strapped in place and pistol held up

When his eyes connect with yours though he immediately puts the gun away

Fearlessness and determination in his eyes being extinguished momentarily to a soft and gentle kindness

There’s also a bit of relief of not being alone in this nightmare

Something you had wish you had once before

“Hey are you ok?” He knells down so he’s at a closer eye level. His movements are cautious, much like when dealing with a frightened animal.

“I think we both know the answer to that question”

He lets out a small chuckle, forced or not it seems to lighten some stress on your shoulders. “Fair point.” He says eyeing your wound before pulling out a first aid spray “mind telling me how you ended up here though?”

As he sprays your wound you explain as best you can

The train crash and monsters

Rebecca and you ending up here but separated

Leaving out any mention of Billy

Throughout it he nods, adding or asking input before pulling back and throwing away the empty can

When he’s done he helps you up gently

Treating you as if you were glass

His kindness is refreshing from the apathy and disgust usually directed at you

It makes whatever’s human left in you feel warm

you feel nice and not just a constant feeling of apathy

Following him out into the infected ridden halls he keeps you close

He doesn’t have any spare guns nor weapons so you just stick to your trust axe

Luckily he doesn’t question it much to your relief

Just accepting it as it is and focusing on the bigger picture

Whilst following him he makes sure you stay close behind him

A protective hand outstretched to keep you far enough away incase something pops out but close enough where he can still somewhat ensure your there

Through the exploration and odd twists in the hallways he tries to keep a lighthearted conversation

Whether it’s to distract you or himself is up to debate but you humour him

He asks about your parents but you keep it vague where he gets the sense you’d rather not talk about it

So instead he shifts the topic onto his own

Apparently he had a younger sister named Claire, in his words she was a “stubborn pain in the ass but I wouldn’t have it any other way “

Soon enough she’d be heading to university

And throughout the entire process he’d be there for her every step of the way if she needed him

They only had each other now

So it was his responsibility to fill the now vacant roles of their parents

In every sense of the word Chris is a protector

Someone who goes out of their way to shield others from harm no matter the cost

Even though you have a weapon he still insists on taking down the zombies

Saying that you should only get involved if completely necessary

“Your a kid, you shouldn’t have to the one fighting here”

Those words end up repeating in your head

For so long you’d felt as if you were an adult

You’d forgotten you were a kid

A once innocent 15 year old that was now seemingly stuck forever like this in some sort of psychical and metal limbo

He sees a sad look in your eyes and goes to ask but you beat him to it

“Thanks…as silly as it seems I forgot that”

A part of him cracks at that

The familiar feeling of having to grow up too quickly after his parents deaths

It seems as is this and the past night was rough for you

Plus perhaps whatever is happening with your parental situation since you don’t seem to want to talk about it

He’d pry later but for now he focuses on this mansion

On getting you home safe

With your shared teamwork you both find Rebecca hunched over a injured Richard after a whole shit ton of puzzles

The puzzles you once went through were bullshit but these once’s were plain irritating

Who builds an elaborate mansion with this many puzzles?

You weren’t even halfway through the house and you’d already spent a decent amount of time backtracking and trying to find keys

“The giant bastard get you?” You knell down beside Richard who chokes back a cough. Rebecca holds his hand, he squeezes it.

“Y-yeah” it comes out as a garbled wheeze.

“Giant bastard?” Chris asks confused, he turns to Rebecca for a clearer answer.

“Richard and us was chased by a giant snake throughout the mansion. Richard got bitten though after they got separated from us” the mention of the reptile makes Richard flinch.

With that and a bit more added on you and Chris go to find the antidote even though he persisted that you could stay with the two

He may be determinedly stubborn but your persistently patient to get your way

Something that seemed to remind him a bit of Claire

Going through the dead infested halls to get the vaccine isn’t much of a hassle

Not when time is of the essence and there was no place for being extremely cautious

Richard needed that serum

you and Chris were gonna get it to him no matter how many dead you had to get through

Though your time with the orange vested man was brief compared to Rebecca he was exceedingly kind

He promised you much like Chris you’d get home

While trying to avoid the scalely bastard that did this to him he cracked jokes to try and lighten the mood

Like Rebecca he fussed over the smallest of wounds on you and insisted on using the spare supplies of herbs on you

In every regard Richard was a good man

Someone like everyone else who didn’t deserve to be in this mansion

Someone who didn’t deserve to die

He had Bridgette his fiancé whom he spoke foundry about to get back home to

had people who were waiting on him unlike you

Entering the “safe room” as you liked to call it you scrounged through medicinal bottles

Looking and looking until finding it as you hear Chris’s gunshots nearby

He let you run ahead while he dealt with the riffraff

You grabs the serum, pocketing a spare just in case before you run out and meet back up with Chris who dealt with the last of the zombies

“Got it?” He asks stepping over the dead again corpse that was riddled with lead.

“I grabbed a spare as well” you hold up the two bottles, allowing Chris to take one while you hold onto the other.

“Good thinking” without thinking he ruffles your hair as an appreciatory gesture. For a moment he thinks he fucks up since you go still, but when looking at you he sees happiness. “Let’s hope we won’t have to use it though”

Getting back to Richard and Rebecca isn’t too much of a hassle

You and Chris release your breath when making it back with enough time for him to be sufficiently healed

He was alright

He would be ok

He’d make it back home

For once you were able to save someone

Your mothers dead face flashes in your mind now more clear than it was once before

But why couldn’t you had saved her?

Why were you too weak to stop him?

Why did you freeze when that crack echoed out or try to stab him with something

Why-

Your shaken from your thoughts when Richard places a hand on your shoulder making you jump lightly

“Hey I’m alright…no need for tears”

With some confusion you swipe a finger over your cheek and you feel the distinct wetness of tears

For many a times you’d had tears bubble up in your eyes but until now they’d never fallen

Always on the edge of your eyelids but eventually retreating back away

But now the damn had cracked allowing the waterworks to flow

For some reason it feels nice to cry

With a small sniffle you nod

You and Chris must continue on

The two of you help Rebecca move the now unconscious Richard down to the med storage room you found the vaccine in

Chris fiddles a bit with Richards Radio as the new area of the mansion becomes more and more accessible

Every now and then your gaze drifts done to it

Expecting that hellish static to come blaring to life once again

For the monsters formed of your mind to tear through the walls

The world being town away for red tinged rust to replace it all

But it doesn’t

Your still in the mansion of different horrors

Now less personal

“Do you want the radio?, you could try to get it working but- ” he suddenly says holding it out to you, seeing the device get closer you flinch back.

“no!..uh sorry I just have bad memories associated with radios.” As you say this the memories crackle in your head.

He quirks a brow at that but nods

Pocketing it away for now to fiddle with later

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding when it was put away

Out of sight and out of mind

He seems to have noticed that

“I know you don’t know me too well but, tell me if something is bothering you. We’re already in a bad place, I don’t want to make you feel worse”

“I…it’s stupid though-“

“No it’s not. I don’t know whatever happened for you to dislike it but it makes you uncomfortable. You shouldn’t have to invalidate your pain like that”

For a moment your silent

“Besides, even if you didn’t have a reason behind it we all have irrational fears.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!. Like I have a fear of werwolves”

“Really?”

“Yeah…might have once watched American werewolf in London as a kid and it stayed with me since” he admits with a bit of embarrassment

You giggle a bit at that

He pauses for a moment to listen to the sound and absorb seeing your face

This is the first time he’d seen you smile

Not like he can blame you for not

It’s still nice to see though

Especially since he gets the feeling you don’t do it often

In his mind it’s a real shame

Your a good kid

Fighting the damn snake was hard but rewarding

Slashing your axe down at the monster that had hurt both you but also Richard, Rebecca and now Chris

It’s hissing cries of pain

Blood staining your already red covered clothes

Something like this wasn’t uncommon to you

You had to fight a few stronger and bigger monsters in silent hill

But now it was at least something unoriginal and not an eldritch beast

With a sigh you feel the poison from its fangs that bit into you several times wash away

Your body was already at work doing whatever it did to slowly heal you

Chris meanwhile was going through the effort of looting the rest of the room

Getting spare ammo and herbs

Along with a mask

You didn’t like the look of the object, it was cult like

…you didn’t exactly like cults

But for now it was best to suck it up especially since it was likely for yet another unnecessary puzzle

Chris lingers by the door and you get off the dead snakes body

Not before giving it one last good kick to the head for an extra fuck you

Exiting the room you see Chris stumble slightly on the way down the stairs

Immediately you go to help him

“Did it bite you?”

“Y-yeah..,think it got me. Administer it to yourself first, you got bitt as well”

Before you can give a response he falls

Almost clattering to the floor if not for your support as you helped him slump against the wall

You pull out the serum, calling out for Rebecca

Distantly you hear hurried footsteps

Your breath goes ragged, you didn’t have a needle to administer the antidote

He could die

And you couldn’t do anything to stop it

Why?

Why does this keep happening to you?

What did you do to have the people you care for die with nothing you can do?!

Rebecca rushes in, eyes widening at the sight of the slumped over Chris and the look in your eyes

It’s just pure grief

Even after she administers it and he begins to stir your still stricken with that look

Her words are not responded to

Your mind is distant

Admittedly she didn’t know much about whatever had happened to you even before the mansion

But she does know your a deeply scarred kid

Someone who had seen horrors before the leach infested train, the first mansion and now a second one

But another thing she knows is that something happened to you that made you…different

You spoke broadly of it

A place where’re you entered and came out not the same

On the train she once tried to bandage your wounds with Billy after a Rebar had impaled you in the side when the train crashed

A wound like that with only a few spare herbs and a can of first aid spray should have resulted in death

But despite that you healed

The wound slowly going away until there was now nothing in its wake

Both eventually accepted it as something no one will have an answer to

Still she insisted you use the herbs to help with the process

Billy did as well, making you promise to look after yourself before leaving

Gently she tries to wake you up from the daze of your mind

Eventually it works but you still keep a look of worry in your eyes as you glance at Chris who begins to properly awaken

Chris noticed after this that your relatively more distant than you were before

Your more silent than before

Just give short responses as you avoid looking at him as if your eyes would scorch him

When he does see your eyes though he sees fear

Not towards him per say but more so at what could happen to him

That getting closer would lead to more harm if he got hurt once more

It’s touching in some sense but worrying

Really worrying

He remembers that same mindset when his parents died and he had to be the main caregiver for Claire

For a long while he almost feel into that thought but had caught himself

It wasn’t healthy

But he can’t just up and tell you to stop because that likely won’t fix anything

So for now he does his best

Entering out the mansion into its garden

An old beaten path leading the way as cicadas chirp off in the brush

The sounds of nature filling the area along with

Gravel being crunched under both yours and his boots

Just as you both walk downhill the radio he’d almost forgotten he had crackles on

Immediately his hand goes to it

The words are chopped up but he’s able to make out a warning

“Stay out the woods outside the mansion”

He casts a glance back to the looming building and then at you

You look at the radio once more and he puts it away

After a second you snap out of it and linger behind him once more

Axe hugged to your chest

Both stained with blood and gore

He’d maybe have to try and find something for you to change into

A cold breeze goes by

Maybe a coat as well if it keeps to this temperature

Speaking of which

“Are you cold?.” He asks looking at the statues of two Cerberus. From the looks of them their in the wrong directions. Knowing this place there would be two levers or something to put them in place…which makes him think of those two weather vanes

You shake your head no despite it being untrue. You were always cold, a chilling temperature always racking your body as if you were one of the corpses littering this place. “I’m fine”

He nods but doesn’t seem to believe your words

You both go back uphill to the weather vanes and press down secret buttons to stop them in certain directions

Distantly you hear the moving of stone

After some pressing there’s a click that emanates and the gates being seemingly opened

The two of you head deeper into the madness

Through the cabin madness and groaning screams you carry on

A creature much more akin to that of silent hill

Several faces stitched together as a mask on its face

Cuffed hands that are elongated to a unnatural extent

Groaning screams that sounded more human-like than that of the zombies you cut down

For the first time tonight your happy to enter back into the mansion of all things

At least Chris gave you a magnum in all this mess

One that would be saved for better occasions than shooting down giant spiders and weird giant reptiles

Surprise surprise this place had a lab as its basement, absolutely wonderful

At least there wasn’t a cult involved or else your bingo chart would be full by now

Crates splash in a small pool of water and bob under Chris’s footsteps

He goes across first

They shift a bit and he jumps to the solid ground across

You go to step on the first crate

He holds his hand out for you and with a little hesitance you grab it

Your not sure of the last time you’d been given affection like this

It feels nice though

You feel…safe and not alone anymore

“Your really cold. You should have told me”

“I…I’m always cold”

He nods with a bit of confusion but puts his questions away for later

You cross the gap but he still holds your hand

The warmth of his gentle touch is absorbed by your eternal cold

But then he pulls away

A part of you feels saddened but you accept it

But then he slips something over your hands

His gloves are a bit big on you but he adjusts them

Military grade material fitting snugly around your hands that have a forever bitter cold

“I know their fingerless but hopefully that helps a bit.”

You feel to stunned to say anything so you default back to a nod and grab his hand once again

You give a gentle squeeze as a thank you

With a small smile he repeats the action back

“I know your scared of me getting hurt, but have some hope in me. We’ve come this far, and anything that they throw at us is going down”

Like before you nod again

Cold water soaks you up to your armpits as Richard grasps the metal fencing of this aquatic tank area

The water is deep and murky

Filled with an unknown force that makes its presence known to your mind

Something lurks in these waters

Hungry…no, STARVED

Is the best way to describe the creeping feeling

The waters shifts, it’s coming

“Chris get back!”

Before Richard can do it your pull Chris back as that oncoming threat surfaced

A giant shark, one that narrowly misses Chris as it bites at the metal before going back into the depths

Waiting for the next time to strike

To finally feast once more

“Shit go!” It comes out as a panicked cry, his blood soaked and bandages arm pointing to the door you and Chris entered through.

“We’ll deal with it!. Get to safety Richard!”

“Are you?-“

“Go! Your still injured! Don’t throw your life away, you have someone waiting for you back home!” He flinches a bit that, clear hesitation to leave on his mind before he begrudgingly does so.

Exiting he shoots one last look over his shoulder at the two of you

Chris already leading the way as quick as he can through the water with you behind

Smaller sharks trying to get a nip at you but deterred by a few swings of your axe

The bigger one though lurks, waiting

Cold and calculating dead eyes

Much like your own in some sense

Heading through double doors you give a sigh of relief

You’d preferred not to be fish food

Soaking wet you descended down a ladder with Chris not far behind

He needed a second to ensure the herbs were still ok

To his luck they were

“I think you might’ve saved Richard back there”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” he momentarily pauses thinking of the right words “Richard has a habit of…self sacrifice. It has something to do with his sister dying, I’m not sure of the specifics but he’s felt guilty that he could’ve done more to save her…so he tends to do reckless stuff to save others. Him pushing me out the way would have probably killed him, put him in my place instead.”

That….that can’t be?

You’ve never been able to save someone

Not your mother was she gasped out for help against your father

Not any of the others lost in silent hill, succumbing to the monsters of their own minds

Not yourself from what that place did to you

You couldn’t have…could you?

Had you finally saved someone?

After all this time of thinking you were incapable of helping others you had done it

Now thinking back you had saved him before with the help of Chris…you also saved Chris

Maybe you just didn’t realize it until someone else saying it

Your chest feels warm despite the now cold dripping clothes

Without thinking you hug Chris, he’s a bit surprised buts hugs back

He has a feeling your crying but says nothing except that “it’s alright, you saved him”

It makes you cry harder but in a good way

In the sense that he gets you’d been needing to hear those words for a long time

And now they finally entered your ears

“I don’t think I’ll ever look at plants the same way” it comes out as a grumble as Chris applies a mixture of green and red herb solution to his wounds. Those vines were much more sharp than they appeared…this would definitely bruise later on.

“At least salads will be more appealing now” that comments gets a chuckle from him and a “yeah, that’s for sure” as the sound of Rebecca leaving to find Richard echoes down creaky wooden halls.

The last few hours had felt like days and at this point you were wondering if this place was some sort of other reality like Silent hill

It would explain the seemingly dragging passage of time as the mansion got more and more confusing

But you knew at heart this place was just a normal mansion

…er well maybe not normal but it was still a standard building

Not a different plane of reality

You think you’d be able to detect that somehow

With a swat of your hand you kill a nearby stray mutant bee that hand died

With a groan you wipe away the aftermath on your already disgusting and stained shirt

Your gonna definitely burn your clothes after all of this. Not only for sanitary reasons but also cause if possible spreading of the infection

It was better not to risk anything

Especially since no amount of bleach would be able to wash this shit off

Your on guard when a nearby door opens

As is Chris who pushes you behind him

But then someone exits through in similar clothes to Chris

“Wesker!” Relief visibly floods Chris but your still a bit on guard. The sunglasses wearing blond feels odd to you, his eyes stare at you through his sunglasses but you know the look he’s giving you. It’s something akin to a predator looking at prey.

“Chris” after saying this his gaze focusses down on you “and who’s this?”. You stay beside Chris, clutching his hand tightly as he stays relatively oblivious. Despite asking who you were you get the feeling he already knows.

Chris looks down at you with a small smile, “their a survivor of the train bravo was sent to investigate, they came here with Rebecca.”. Wesker nods, a grin akin to that of a wolf in sheep’s clothing appearing. He was definitely bad news

The snake showed up again apparently not actually dead much to your annoyance

And with its arrival came weird reptilian monsters that almost killed Rebecca and Richard

Great…absolutely stunning

What’s even more “great” is that your now with Chris in a dingy mine area

One with guess what? Another lab!

This time without sharks

You swear to whatever god is out there that if Mr.”I wear my sunglasses at night” is behind this then your giving him a good and hardy hello from your axe

With a groan you step I’ve r the corpse of some weird new insect monster

It’s splattered guts from Chris’s shotgun now decorating the already dingy walls

How fitting

It twitches despite being dead giving some friendly flashbacks to silent hill once more

This place was still better than there but only by a small margin

One that had begun shrinking as the night went onwards and this place really began to get on your nerves

Even Chris seemed done by this point

Wanting desperately for the night to come to a close

“What do you want to do the minute we get out of here?”

“I’m gonna have the hottest longest bath and then have fast food”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

“I’m not sharing my food, not even with you”

He chuckles a bit at that, it’s tired but still happy

“Fair”

Chris looks around the room once more for items you turn to look at the secret hidden camera

You can’t see where exactly it is but you know when your staring in its direction

Your eyes glare up at it

Unbeknownst to you the man watching sees misty white eyes through the lens of the screen

And then the feed cuts out with a glitch

Your in-between both Rebecca and Chris as the three of you go down an elevator

It creaks occasionally making both Rebecca and Chris tighten their hold a bit

It’s…nice

You feel cared for

Even though Rebecca knows you seemingly can’t die she still worried

And Chris does as well but believing your still mortal

Your axe is stored away along with the magnum but despite that your safe

Your nerves that would have never allowed that before are now tucked away in the deepest depths of your mind

For now your safe with them

It only goes away though once the elevator stops and opens

A dingy green lit hallways of tiles leading the pathway do you feel that urge

Steam escapes from nearby pipes giving a misty look

It makes you squeeze their hands

They squeeze back before Rebecca lets go

Chris tightens his grip while leading to a door

You pull out your axe

The door goes up, mechanical sounds releasing as it does so

There in this room is a lab, one with odd human-like entities in test tubes

A beating heart exposed fork their chests

Just like the one you and Rebecca fought the day prior

It beats gently as Wesker types away at a nearby computer

Back turned to everyone

Distantly on the monitor you see camera footage

The others are in real time but one screen focuses in on you

White eyes staring directly up towards the screen

Intensity that spoke volumes

What looked to be small wisps of fog escaping your lips

So you were right about feeling watched this whole time

And the culprit seems to have a knowing smile on his face once turning around to see your narrowed eyes

“Wesker!” It’s said in a tone of disbelief . You can’t blame Chris, this was his captain, the man who was in charge of the team he now used as lab rats.

“So you’ve come” he pauses for a moment, continuing to type of his keyboard “Chris you make me proud. But of course you are one of my men.”

“Thanks” it comes out as a scoff as you tighter the hold on your axe

Wesker pulls out his gun, pointing it at you all. “Since when Wesker” Chris hides his anger but you feel it radiating from him.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what your talking about”

“You’ve been with umbrella from the beginning haven’t you?”

“Correct” he moves closer, holding the gun up towards Chris “S.T.A.R.S were umbrellas— no, rather, my little piggies. The tyrant virus leaked polluting this whole place. And unfortunately I had to give up my lovely members of S.T.A.R.S. In the process though I’ve seemed to have found something more valuable” his gaze goes down to you

Chris pulls you to hide more behind him, an accusatory finger pointed at Wesker as he says in pure anger “you killed them with your own dirty hands! You son of a Bitch!”

“No…”

“Oh yes dear” he says it in a mocking tone before adding “just like this” as he turns his gun. Everything feels as if it’s going in slow motion, he points it at Rebecca who’s only a foot or two away from you. Without thinking you move, body shielding her own from the gunshot.

Burning pain echoes through your chest as Rebecca catches you

Chris yells but it’s stopped once more by Weskers cool and calm voice

Fuck this hurt

It hurt like absolute hell

Like that rebar that was impailed in your side

But then like usual the blood stops pouring out the wound

And your able to get up with the help of Rebecca who holds you

Chris looks at you with a mix of shock, confusion and relief

“How?-“

“That’s what I intended to find out as well.”

“Long story Chris…should probably focus on the crazy asshole”

A few moments after this with a click of a button the creature in one of the tubes is released

Heart pulsating even more as the water drains

It’s face that only a mother could love coming to life

“The ultimate life-form— Tyrant”

Staring at the monstrosity Chris laughs

“Wesker you’ve become senile”

“Chris, you’ll never understand. It’s magnificent” while saying this he raises his arms, looking up at the “glory” of his creation

“Sure…definitely magnificent” you cough out to Rebecca who still holds you. Sarcasm dripping from your voice like the splatters of your blood on the ground

Suddenly the tyrant moves

The glass of its tube breaks and it’s giant claw arm shoots through Wesker as if he were butter

He lets out a dying gasp as his blood falls to the ground

Then he’s Thrown away, discard by his ultimate being as it focuses its attention on Chris

With a groan you pull out the magnum, there were a good amount of bullets from you stocking up and waiting for a moment like this

So despite the pain your in you begin shooting

The knock back making you cough up more blood and pain spreads through your chest

Rebecca urged you to stop but you tell her to go find Richard and whoever else is left alive

You had a feeling this place would end up destroyed soon

Chris keeps shooting it down with his shotgun as you load magnum loads into its chest

Specifically aiming at it’s still beating heart that you desperately wanted to ripe out

God just die already

You aim and shoot once again in time with Chris at its chest

It falls down onto its knees and then face first on the floor

Faintly though you still hear it’s heart

But for now it seems incapacitated

With a sigh you shakily get up, Chris adding your side and helping you walk correctly

Your still healing and the exhaustion from tonight isn’t helping speed up the process

“Are you alright? Your wound it-“

“Less talking and more walking. Like I said, I’ll explain later”

He nods, helping you through the door and onto the elevator

“We should probably blow this place up”

“Why’s that?”

“This place is contaminated. They probably have more of the virus Wesker was talking about. If this got out to the public…then”

“Got it. The show must go on”

It seems the act is coming to a close

All that’s left is the finally

The self destruction message rings out in a woman’s voice on the PA system

Rebecca and Richard went to set it off

But now all that’s left was to get out of here and find someone named Jill

It wasn’t too much looking

It was pretty unsurprising this place had essentially a jail cell attached to it

The brunette looks a bit frazzled to see Chris but embraces him in a hug as the ringing of the PA continue

She tries to say something about Wesker but Chris replies that he knows

His tone is filled with betrayal and a bit of sadness

She nods, turning to the door to see you peeking in

“Who-“

“No time, this place is gonna blow any minute. Questions later”

She nods

Chris sets off some flairs as You, Jill, Richard, Rebecca and him wait with baited breath

Daylight is beginning to peak out from over the horizon

Day is near

The nightmare is almost over

….keyword almost

The tyrant didn’t die

And looks mighty angry for more lead to be pumped into its body

It knocks Jill aside and heads for Rebecca

Neither you, Chris nor Richard will let that happen though

There aren’t many magnum bullets left, the monster is a sponge for them

But nether the less you kept shooting

Keep persevering

Keep surviving

In the distance you hear the loud sound of a helicopter

Help was here

“Chris! Use it! Kill it! whatever it is!” The man in the Helicopter hovering above yells as a rocket launcher clatters to the ground

Chris nor Richard can go for it as the tyrant is in his way

But you can

You dive towards the weapon picking it up

It’s heavy but you don’t give up

“Chris!”

He looks to you

With as much might as you can you slide the weapon towards him with a a mighty kick

All the power left in you being used to get it over to him

Richard distracts it long enough for him to pick up

And then

Bam

The monster explodes into several chunks of flesh and fire

Blood splattering on you as the helicopter lands not long afterwards

Rebecca and Chris help you on

Jill and Richard follow in afterwards

It’s over

In the end you rest against both Jill and Chris

The two adults giving you their own types of comfort

in the case of Chris it’s him gently holding your hand, rubbing circles with his thumb as a reminder that he’s there

That your not alone in this

With Jill it’s promising you that your somewhere safe

That you can stay with her for security if you so need it since Chris has a plan of hunting down umbrella

Though you had just met her,Jill gives you a sense of comfort you had longed for

In your mind you consider the offer. For so long you’d been alone, drifting from place to place without aim

You had made it out that mist covered town but your parents weren’t so lucky

But perhaps that was for the best when their sins were brought to light

As of now though you just think over the offer

For now the nightmare was over

You had the feeling though that a new one would eventually take its place

Life has a funny way of doing that to you

But right now…there was a moment of calm you basked in

“So…I’d said I’d explain what happened to me”

“You don’t have to right now”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I’m fine. Fine enough to start explaining anyways.” For a moment you think of how to start telling them all. It’s hard to explain let alone believe…but after tonight you’re willing to bet they would take your word.

“In my restless dreams I still see that town…silent hill”

#platonic #resident evil x reader #rebecca chambers x reader #jill valentine x reader #chris redfield x reader #resident evil #silent hill #crossover #me combing my favourite game series with another I’ve been getting into as of late #like resident evil is my fav games of all time #castlevania is a very close second.#speaking of castlevania I might have something in store for it sometime if people are interested #but that’s for a later time

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Bad Decisions

A/N: this is my first fic so pls be nice haha. it’s been probably 5 years since i’ve written anything other than poetry so i would appreciate constructive criticism!! also, i got the ideas for this after getting high and had a dream about being with matty lol. and if you like this and have an idea for a request let me know!! i love writing and i struggle with ideas sometimes. i also am experimenting with different povs so the next one might be different.

warnings: smut (18+), cheating, drugs, spanking, choking, degradation, bit of cnc i guess?, littlest bit of exhibitionism, violence, blood

prompt: Y/N is dating George, she gets high with Matty and cheats on George. “You’re a dirty fucking girl,” and “Tell me I’m better than him.” Also inspired by the video of Matty yelling “FUCKING SAY IT!!

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I couldn't help but feel anxious in this situation. I often struggled with anxiety, but this felt different. There I was, sitting alone in the living room of my boyfriend's house. George must have been running late from his 'errands' he had to complete after school. I wasn't stupid, I knew that George always stole some money from his parents to buy coke and weed before they went on a trip. Though sweet, George had little to no self-control or responsibility.

His parents had gone out of town for the week on an anniversary vacation, leaving George by himself. They knew he was capable of surviving on his own for a week, even if that meant eating frozen pizzas every day while they were gone. I always made fun of him for his lack of 'adult skills' that most 17-year-olds have. The boy couldn't even do his own laundry, yet he insisted on moving in with Matty after graduation. I couldn't imagine that duo living together.

The anxiety returned to my chest as I heard a noise come from upstairs of the house. I quickly rose from the couch, walking slowly towards the front door. Did someone break in? I heard heavy but slow footsteps making their way closer to the staircase. I couldn't see the figure, but I heard their low mumbles.

"Who's there?" I questioned, the fear evident in my tone. I knew George's parents would be furious if their house got broken into. I held my breath in, hoping that would mask my fear.

I soon saw two tattooed feet step down the staircase. They were followed by the shadow of long legs, a bare torso, and a mop of curly hair. Matty. Of course.

"Aw, how sweet, you came here for me? I always knew you wanted me more than George." He said with a smirk. He continued his walk down the stairs, meeting me at the bottom.

"Oh fuck off," I let go of the air I was holding in, relieved that there was no threat at all. Except for a threat to my sanity.

"Did I scare you, love?" He questioned. "No, I just didn't know anyone was here. Why are you here?" George hadn't mentioned anyone arriving early, and by the looks of it, Matty had just woken up. His hair was disheveled and the bags under his eyes made me guess that it was a long night. Every night was a long night for Matty.

"George let me stay last night. Too hungover to go home, plus I don't feel like seeing my dad. Not in the mood to deal with that prick." He sauntered over to the sofa, grabbed the television remote, and plopped down. He turned the TV on and opened the Netflix app.

I didn't know when George would get back, so I made my way to the sofa and sat across from Matty. I had only known Matty for a few months, as George introduced me to him shortly after we started dating. I thought Matty was alright. He was funny, and a bit narcissistic, but a good friend to George.

Matty opened Breaking Bad on the TV and pressed play. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what I assumed was a joint, along with a lighter. "How sweet, you saved one for me." I joked, but he rolled his eyes and lit the joint.

"Do you actually want some?" He asked, holding the joint in the corner of his mouth.

"No! I’ve never even smoked before, you know that.” I scoffed at him. I may have hung out with George and Matty’s crowd, but I definitely did not fit in with them. They threw parties often, which I attended, but I never partook in any of their activities. I sat out on most things, cigarettes, joints, alcohol, and even spin the bottle. The hard drugs I never dared to touch, and George didn’t know that I knew they did any.

“Doll, it’s about time you try some. You’ve hung out with us enough. Time to drop the innocent schoolgirl act. Besides, I know what you and George get up to,” He said with a smirk on his face. My eyes widened at his admission. There’s no way George would have told Matty what we did.

“What do you mean, ‘what you get up to’? What did he say?” I questioned, turning my body to face him.

He chuckled and took another drag of his joint. “Let’s see, titty fucking, spanking, and the story of when he took your virginity. Losing it in the backseat of a car is very dirty, Y/N.”

My face was flushed pink. I turned away, fearful that Matty would comment on it. “I can’t believe he would tell you that,” I sighed.

“Darling, don’t worry about it. We’re best mates, after all. Here, let me help you get your mind off of him,” He said, scooting closer to me.

“Matty, what are you doing?” I questioned.

“Nothing, just relax. I’m going to take a hit of this and you’re going to inhale the smoke. It’ll help you feel better, trust me,” He said with a sly grin

“O-okay? I’m not going to get high am I?”

“‘Course not, love,”

Matty’s fingers brought the joint to his lips. His cheeks hollowed, sucking the smoke into his mouth. He ushered for me to come closer, so I did. Our faces were inches apart, yet not close enough for him. He grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer to him. His lips were almost connecting mine. It felt wrong, the ultimate betrayal to George, but it felt so exciting at the same time. I had never done a ‘wrong’ thing in my life, yet here I am with my lips inches away from the personification of the word wrong.

Matty’s thumb rested below my bottom lip, slowly pulling my lips apart. His lips parted, allowing the smoke to enter my mouth.

“Close your mouth. Hold the smoke in and then inhale,” He whispered. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest, but I submissively followed his orders. I felt the smoke burn my throat, causing me to cough violently.

“There it is. Such a good girl,” He whispered.

“Now what do we do?” I asked.

“You’ll start to feel high in like 20 minutes.”

I jumped up from my seat on the couch. My head was already feeling lighter, but that wasn’t going to stop me. “Matty! You told me I wouldn’t get high from that!” I exclaimed.

“How stupid are you? You seriously thought inhaling smoke from a joint wouldn’t do anything to you?” He argued

“I’m out of here. I can’t fucking believe you,” I grabbed my phone from the couch and stuck it between the band of my skirt. I almost made it into the kitchen before a hand grabbed my wrist.

“Y/N, you can’t leave. I’m not letting you wander the streets while you’re high. Get back in there and sit down,” He commanded. His face showed no signs of humor, he must have been serious.

I was losing all self-control, my mind quickly became fuzzy, and threw all responsibility out the window. “Why should I? You lied to me and called me stupid.”

“Y/N, don’t make me say it again. Sit. Down.” He glared down at me, him being easily a few inches taller. Though not as tall as George, the tone in his voice certainly made him seem like it.

I kept my mouth shut, worried I would get reprimanded again. I sighed in defeat. He led me back to the couch and let go of my wrist.

I sat down again and examined the red mark on my wrist. The sight made me shiver. I shouldn’t have liked his harsh grip on me or his harsh words, but I did. George never treated me that way, other than some light spanking when he took me from behind. George was a true gentleman, a kind soul who would do anything for his girl. George treated me like a queen. Matty was the antithesis of George.

Matty was pure darkness, a true mystery. He was unpredictable to others and himself. He was impulsive, daring, and free. Matty was the type of person they teach you to stay away from in school. He truly cared about no one other than himself. Yet, at that moment, he showed a glimpse of care when I insisted on leaving.

“I feel funny,” I whispered to him, my voice now soft and quiet. I let out a giggle on accident. My brain was no longer able to control my body and I knew Matty would enjoy it.

“Good. You’re supposed to.”

“Do you feel funny?”

“Not especially. I’m used to it. But this is your first time, tell me everything you feel.”

I leaned back into the couch, watching Matty attentively. His curly brown hair was out of control, yet perfect. His brown eyes were full of mystery, yet full of passion. His arms were visible thanks to his lack of a shirt. His veins were prominent, almost coercing me towards him. He was sinful.

“I feel like I’m doing something bad,” I said truthfully

“Love, it’s just a bit of weed. It won’t hurt you.”

“No, not that. I keep thinking about you and it feels wrong,” I admitted.

He smirked and sat up from his previous laying position on the couch. “Oh yeah? What are you thinking about?” He questioned. His tone caused my body to feel warm. Matty’s voice was like a drug. I knew I should stay away, yet I kept going back for more.

“Your hands. They’re veiny and they look nice. And your lips whenever you let the smoke into my mouth,” I was hesitant with my words. Even my high brain knew this was wrong.

Matty scooted closer to me, only inches away. His hand moved to rest on my bare knee. “My hands, huh? Well, I’ve been thinking about you too. What my hands could do to you, if you’d let me,” He coaxed.

His hand slowly traveled up my thigh. His fingers rubbed small circles into my skin. My hips involuntarily rose from the couch to meet his grip. He chuckled lightly at my actions.

“Matty, w-we can’t. I’m dating George,” I protested, unsure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

“Y/N, don’t think about George right now. I can make you feel way better than he can,” He whispered into my ear. I let out a sigh mixed with a moan. My head was spinning from the weed and the tension. His fingers felt like both ice and fire at the same time. He was slowly taking over my body. It was evident that I was losing this battle. I could feel the wetness under my skirt. If his fingers moved a few more inches he would be sure to feel it.

“Okay…just a little,” I gave in.

As soon as Matty heard those words leave my mouth, he got to work. He crashed his lips into mine and pulled me into his lap. My hips ground into his slowly. His hands were woven through my hair, gripping and pulling at the strands. I moaned at his pulling, which brought a smirk onto his face.

I leaned down for more, addicted to the taste of weed and tobacco on his lips. His hands traveled quickly from my hair to my back. He slipped his hands under my shirt and gripped my waist. I wasn’t skinny by any means, so I tried to hold myself up so I wouldn’t crush him.

“Babe, just relax. Let me take care of you,” He whispered in between kisses.

“I don’t want to crush you, I’m too heavy,” I whispered back.

“Is that what George tells you? Darling, don’t be afraid to give me your body,” He says and plants a kiss on my cheek.

He resumed his attack on my lips. I let go and laid on top of him fully. My hands were gripping the back of his neck while his moved down to my skirt. One hand gripped my waist while the other traveled under my skirt. His strong hand gripped my ass so tightly that I knew it would leave bruises.

I was becoming short of breath so I parted from our aggressive kiss. He gave my ass a sharp smack, “Did I say you could stop?”

“No, sir.”

“Good fucking girl,” He growled into my ear.

He tried to resume the kiss, but I shoved him back lightly. He looked at me both confused and irritated. I leaned up to take my shirt off, leaving me only in my black skirt and sports bra.

“Let me see all of you, baby,” He said as he lifted my bra above my head. He threw the garment across the room and returned his focus to my body.

His eyes left mine, lowering to my newly exposed breasts. One hand returned to my ass underneath my skirt, while the other gripped at my breast. I let out a loud moan at the contact. It had been a few weeks since George touched me like that.

Matty’s mouth attached to my nipple, sucking and pulling on it lightly. He groped my ass and pulled me closer to him. He repeated this, allowing me to grind into him once again. I could feel his hardness poking my inner thigh. I would gladly help him out, but he seemed to be content with worshiping my body.

His lips left my breast. “Take your skirt off,” He commanded.

I did as he said. I got up from being on top of him and pulled my skirt down my legs. The only thing covering me was my light pink underwear covered in little heart decals.

“So fucking sweet and innocent. Get on your knees for me.”

I lowered myself down onto my knees. He sat up, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. I helped him push his jeans off, leaving his black boxers on.

“Can I touch you, sir?” I asked, batting my eyelashes. I don’t know what overcame me, the weed or Matty, but I became a whole different person. My sex with George was slow and sweet. With Matty, I became a complete harlot, a sinner, a fallen angel.

“Yeah baby, touch my cock for me,” He said. He palmed his hard cock through his boxers, getting it ready for me to take it.

I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. His hard length hit his stomach, tempting me closer. He was big. Not quite as thick as George's but similar in length. I could feel my mouth watering, a mixture of cotton mouth and pure lust.

My innocent eyes looked up at him through long lashes as I gave him an experimental tug. He stared down at me with an open mouth, no sign of pleasure or discomfort. I was nervous. This was only my third time doing this to a guy. I decided to follow my instincts.

I licked from his base to his tip. He sighed, leaning his head back and looking at the ceiling. I gave his tip a few kitten licks before I fully committed. His hands flew to my hair, forming a makeshift ponytail.

I took him into my mouth, starting slow at first. I bobbed my head up and down, staring into his eyes for approval. He moaned my name almost as if he knew I was seeking approval.

“Such a good little girl taking my cock. I know you can take more,” He groaned.

I continued taking his length in my mouth before sinking down all the way, his tip reaching the back of my throat. I had his entire length in my mouth, my eyes were watering, and I was gripping his thighs tightly. He pulled me off by his grip on my hair.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, George never told me you were that good.” He smiled down at me.

Those words should’ve made me do a double-take. I should’ve stopped everything and walked out. I should have. But I didn’t.

Matty pushed my head back down onto his cock. He gripped the sides of my head and quickly thrust into my mouth. His tip was reaching the back of my throat with every thrust. The sounds coming from my mouth were unholy. My spit was running down his length and thighs. I’m sure there would be stains on this couch.

Matty pulled me off his length again. “I need to taste you, baby. It’s not fair he gets you whenever he wants.”

He lifted me up by my arms. “Jump,” He adds. I do as I’m told. He catches me, holding me up by my ass. I can feel his length resting against my ass and I let out a moan. Matty walks us over to the stairs before I interject.

“What are you doing?” I question.

“Taking you upstairs, love.”

He walks us upstairs, clearly struggling to hold my weight with his lanky arms. He kicks open the door to a room I know all too well. I’m thrown onto George’s bed. Images of my lovely boyfriend flood my head. It should be him with me right now, throwing me around and pushing me onto my knees. Matty is staring down at me like I’m his prey, not wanting to waste a second before devouring me.

“Close the door,” I add.

Matty leans down. I feel a sting on my cheek before I even hear it. Matty gripped the cheek he had just slapped. “You’re in no place to make demands.”

“Sorry, sir. What if he comes back?” I was worried about George walking in on us. I wasn’t worried much about getting caught cheating, I was more worried about not being able to finish underneath Matty.

“He’s not coming back soon. I texted him when you got here and told him to get food with Adam for the party.”

I sighed in relief. My high brain only wanted one thing; Matty. The weed made everything feel 100 times stronger, his touches, his words, even his presence. Everything went straight to my core.

Matty pushed me up further on the bed. “I wanna taste you, can I?” He asked.

I nodded, not being able to make out any words. I felt like putty in his hands. I couldn’t think or speak. All I could do was react to his touch.

He spread my legs and pulled down my pink panties. The cool air hit my core, causing me to shut my legs. “Keep them open, Y/N. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

He forged my legs open again and ran a finger down my stomach. He reached my pelvis and applied a slight amount of pressure. “You’re gonna feel me here real soon, baby. I’ll show you how a real man fucks,” He groaned.

His finger traveled slowly down to my clit. He rubbed little circles on my clit, causing my legs to jolt up and almost hit his face. He chuckled at my eagerness. His finger slipped down to gather my wetness.

“Holy fuck, you’re dripping.”

“It’s all for you, Matty.”

“It fucking better be.”

He dipped a finger into my entrance as if to test the waters. I moaned loudly, not having felt this kind of intrusion in weeks. He kept his finger still, waiting for more of a reaction. I huffed, needing more. I lowered my hips down, fucking myself slowly on his finger.

“Greedy little whore. You want me that bad? Beg for it.” He commanded. Strands of his hair were falling out of place, one stray curl was covering part of his eyebrow. He looked beautiful, gorgeous even. He and I both knew I would do anything he said.

“Please, Matty. Please, Please, Please. I’ve been so good for you. You’re so fucking hot, I want you inside of me so badly, please. Please fuck me with your fingers until I can’t walk, please baby.” I cried out.

He smiled, accepting my plea. He plunged his finger further into me, quickly thrusting in and out. He leaned down and licked a stripe up from my entrance to my clit. He began to lick in circles around my sensitive clit. I moaned, and my hand reached down to grip his dark locks.

He added another finger inside me, stretching me out enough for him. The thrusts of his fingers were quick and deliberate. His fingers were long and calloused and they hit the right spots in me. I moaned his name and pulled roughly on his hair.

He slapped my thigh, “Don’t pull my hair you fucking bitch.”

I moaned loudly, surely loud enough for the neighbors to hear. This was nothing new for them, as George and I frequently had fun over the summer. The loudness and shrillness may have been new for them, as George had never made me feel anything as pleasurable.

Matty’s fingers slipped out from inside me. I groaned at the loss of fullness. The fullness was comforting, knowing this was the closest I could possibly be to another human being. His body and mine, intertwined for a short period of time.

“Are you ready for me, baby girl?” He asked. He got on his knees, hovering over me. One hand rested on my knee, keeping my legs apart. The other hand was moving up and down on his length.

“Yes, sir, please give it to me. I want you so bad,” I said, yet it almost came out as a squeak. I was breathing hard and the weed was causing me anxiety. My fears and anxiety were silenced by Matty slowly pushing into me.

We both moaned in unison. He pinned one of my hands down, my other hand was palming my breasts. “Don’t touch yourself, that’s my job,” He grunted.

He pushed his long length into me until he finally bottomed out. He and I were both shaking from the ecstasy of sex and drugs combined. He pulled out slowly, then thrust back into me. I let out a cry, the pace being too slow.

“Faster, Matty, faster.” I cried.

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do. You want faster? I’ll give you fucking faster,” He pummeled into me harshly, forcing my head to hit the bed frame. He didn’t stop for me, he wouldn’t stop for anything. He continued his quick and deliberate thrusts. He gave my cheek a light slap and pulled on my hair.

“Ugh, I’ve wanted this so fucking badly for so long. Take it, baby.” He groaned. I knew it was probably the weed talking, but my heart still fluttered at his words.

My hand gripped the back of his neck and brought him down for a kiss. Our lips devoured each other’s, our tongues battled for dominance. My battle was short-lived, as we both knew I was just a toy for him to ruin. I was okay with that. My fantasy of finally doing something wrong was coming true. I felt like a true sinner.

“You’re a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? Look at you all fucked out on my cock. Fucking say it, say you’re a dirty fucking girl, Y/N,” he growled. His hand came down on the sides of my throat, squeezing enough to make me even more lightheaded.

I couldn’t speak. His cock pounding into me at a harsh speed was overwhelming. His hand on my throat, his other hand pinning me down, was pushing me over the edge. I let out a small squeak, trying to warn him of my closeness.

He slapped my cheek again, “Fucking say it!” He yelled, quickening his pace. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as my body let go. I had never had an orgasm while high before. It felt unearthly. My body shook, and I felt my core clenching and unclenching around him while he continued thrusting into me. I was seeing colors and I blocked out all noise, including Matty’s grunts and moans. I felt like I was on a cloud.

I was smacked out of my orgasm, literally, by Matty. “Little slut can’t speak when she’s spoken to and she comes without permission. Little girl needs to learn her lesson.” He pulled out of me quickly and flipped me over onto all fours.

I arched my back, knowing that’s what he wanted to see. He moaned and planted a firm smack onto my ass. He pushed back inside me, not waiting for me to readjust at all.

His pace did not falter. The new angle allowed him better access to my g-spot, which he hit perfectly.

“Say you’re a dirty fucking girl,” He moaned into my ear.

“I’m a dirty fucking girl! I’m such a slut for you, Matty! You feel so good,” I moaned out.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me. So tight.”

“Give it to me, Matty. Make me come again please!”

My cries were silenced by his hand over my mouth. I grunted into his hand, I wanted everyone in the neighborhood to know how good Matty’s cock felt inside of me.

“Tell me I’m better,” He groans and lifts his hand from my mouth. He places his hands on my hips, slamming my hips back against his.

“What?” I question. He couldn’t be referring to George, could he?

“George, tell me I’m better than George. Has he ever made you come like this, baby?”

His hips pause. He lifts me up and pressed my back against his chest. He holds me up by my arms, his face right next to mine.

I look him directly in the eyes. “You’re so much fucking better than him.”

He moans and pounds into me once again. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come. Where do you want me?”

“I-I’m close too. Come inside me, Matty, please. He’s never done that before,” I moan into his ear.

My brain was so fuzzy, I didn’t process the sound of the front door opening or the sound of George and Adam laughing downstairs. Matty most certainly heard them since a wide grin appeared on his face.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come. Tell me I’m better again,” He whines.

My tits were bouncing, my mouth was agape. Matty’s eyes burned into mine, not daring to break eye contact. It was a sinful scene. It was a sight straight out of a porn. I reached down to rub circles at my clit, bringing myself closer to the edge.

“You’re better, Matty! You’re better than George!” I screamed with one final rub of my finger. My climax washed over me for the second time that day. I fell back onto Matty’s chest and my hands reached up to grab the curls at the nape of his neck.

I couldn’t process the sounds around me once again, but I felt Matty’s thrusts slow until he pounded into me one last time. I could feel his warmth shoot through me. He grabbed onto my tits and bit into my neck. He stayed inside me and continued thrusting, slower this time, to ride our highs.

Everything came crashing down when I heard a loud, “WHAT THE FUCK?”

My eyes shot open. I turned my head to find George standing in the doorway, Adam a few feet behind him in the hallway. George’s face was red, his hands balled into fists. Adam walked closer to him and held him back by George’s shoulders.

Matty smirked and pushed me back onto all fours. The high combined with my two orgasms had completely overtaken me. I was floating in another realm and I couldn’t control my body. I knew what was happening, I just couldn’t move or say anything.

Matty pounded into me again, pushing his cum further into me. “Sorry, mate, just finishing up here.” He said with a sly smirk on his face.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER” George screamed, lunging toward Matty. Adam, the saint he was, tried to keep George back but George was ultimately too strong.

Matty was ripped away from me and thrown onto the floor, completely naked. “I think you mean out of her, Georgey.” He laughed.

His attitude was sickening, but god was it hot. I was unsure of his goal, either to make George mad or to keep fucking me. He obviously had no problem with fucking in front of people. I began to wonder if he was some kind of exhibitionist or if he had done this before.

George threw punches at Matty, Matty tried to block them but was unsuccessful. Adam quickly ran over, struggling to pull George off of Matty. I was laid on the bed, covered up by one of George’s blankets.

“George, please, stop!” I cried. He didn’t listen. Tears were falling from my eyes, the high making it more intense.

Somewhere, somehow during all of this, Ross ran up the stairs and helped Adam pull away an infuriated George. George managed to get one final hit in, a kick to Matty’s side. Matty was on the floor, nose covered in blood and curled up. He was clutching onto his side and his nose.

“Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” Ross asked, clearly confused about why George was beating the shit out of his best friend, but also why Matty was naked.

“Matty was fucking my girlfriend in my bed!” George shouted. I crawled up further into George’s bed as if somehow it would make me disappear.

George looked at me with venom in his eyes. He pointed at me, tears threatening to fall from his eyes, “You,”

I sobbed into his blanket. He marched towards me and ripped the blanket from my grasp. He looked down at my naked body, bruises and red marks scattered across me.

“Why the fuck would you do this to me?” He said, choking back the tears.

“I-I don’t know, George. We were high a-and,”

“Save it. Get the fuck out of my house.” George demanded.

“B-But,”

“Y/N, you both have 3 minutes to get the fuck out of my house or I will actually kill him,” George said. He wouldn’t even look at me. I looked to Adam and Ross for help, but they showed no mercy as well.

“I need my clothes. Can someone get my clothes from downstairs? A-And his,” I looked over at Matty.

Adam nodded and exited the room. George stood there with his arms crossed and his head down. Ross had his hand placed on George’s shoulder. Not much, but a sign of comfort.

Adam shortly returned with our clothes, clearly not happy about the situation. He threw the pile of clothes on the bed. The three men walked out of the room and shut the door. I could hear George’s sobs through the door.

I pulled out my bra, underwear, shirt, and skirt. I quickly slipped the garments on and gathered Matty’s clothes in my arms.

I reached down and pulled him up by his arm, helping him sit on the bed. I used the sleeve of my shirt to wipe some of the blood from his face. I helped him slip his boxers and sweatpants on, quickly realizing he didn’t have a shirt on earlier.

I looked around the room in search of a shirt that could be Matty’s. I found one on the floor by George’s desk. I grabbed the shirt and helped Matty slip it on.

“We gotta hurry up and go,” I whispered

“He’s my best friend, Y/N, I can’t lose him,” He cried and rested his head on my shoulder.

“I know, Matty, he’s my boyfriend. Or was? You wanted to get high, Matty. You started this.”

“Bullshit, Y/N, you enjoyed it just as much as I did.”

“I did, I loved it. But we can talk about this later, I can’t watch you get hurt again,” I said, standing up. I offered a hand to Matty, which he accepted.

I held onto Matty’s arm, almost for protection. I knew Matty was not capable of protecting me right now, nor would he even want to. I opened the door slowly. They weren’t standing there.

Matty and I walked down the stairs together. I was careful not to touch his side where George kicked him. “I’ll take you home and clean you up, okay?” I whispered to him.

He nodded. We were then met with the three men standing near the front door.

George walked up to me and looked directly into my eyes. “In case you didn’t figure it out, we’re over. That goes for both of you. Matty, I never want to see you again. I’m done helping you. And as for you, I can’t believe you would cheat on me. You broke my heart, Y/N.”

I hid my face in Matty’s arm. I couldn’t look at George. I couldn’t believe that I did such a thing. The high was wearing off, and I was faced with the consequences of my actions.

We walked out the door without another word. Matty and I walked a short distance away from George’s house until we found a bench by the sidewalk. We sat down. Silence.

“So…what now?” I asked, looking at Matty.

He laughed and put his arms behind his head. “Round two at my place?”

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canonicallyanxious · 2 years

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hi! saw your last anon and sorry if this is annoying, but just wanted to ask u a question. i don’t know anything about d20 (assuming it’s like a d&d game) but i did watch all the free game changer episodes on yt and i’m lowkey obsessed and want more. is d20 the same kind of vibe, assuming it’s the same people? for someone who isn’t and has never played d&d would you reccommend starting d20? i kinda don’t want to pay for dropout, so maybe i’ll start with that :) have a nice day!

not an annoying question don't worry!! in fact i feel like i have to apologize in turn because i already know i'm going to be incapable of being normal about answering this question lol but me being verbose as hell on main, what else is new, etc. etc.

Re: whether d20 has a similar vibe to game changer -

so i'd say you're right in that d20 involves many of the people that are featured on game changer since they're both produced by collegehumor/dropout. as you might know Brennan Lee Mulligan who appears pretty often on game changer is the main DM for d20, and since d20 is an anthology show the casts rotate out every season but one of the most frequently recurring casts incudes Zac Oyama, Ally Beardsley, and Lou Wilson who are also pretty frequent guests of game changer [the others were also involved with Collegehumor at some point, can't remember if they've been on gc tho]. collegehumor folks sometimes appear in other seasons as well - for example rekha shenkar and lily du have been in multiple d20 seasons, jess ross and mike trapp have also featured, and there's even one season that's oops all collegehumor folks called Mice and Murder which is basically holmesian style turn of the century murder mystery but everyone is an anthropomorphized animal [dropout exclusive but the first ep is on the d20 yt channel]. so if you vibe with the humor and the personalities of the people who feature a lot on game changer, it's likely you will vibe with the humor and tone of d20 too!

that said, given that game changer is styled after a traditional competitive game show and d20 is an actual play show where people play tabletop rpgs together they are very different in the sense of genre. d20, while largely improvised [which believe me is a fact that will probably be hard to believe when watching it but is entirely true], is very much a collaborative storytelling effort between the people involved and makes very concerted efforts to present a tight and cohesive narrative through their seasons. so d20 is great if you like fictional narratives and fun and colorful characters, but if you want more traditionally unscripted content like gamechanger i recommend checking out:

dirty laundry [which is actually a spin-off of a gamechanger episode; hosted by Lily Du, first ep available on the CH yt channel]

make some noise [unfortunately i think right now all the make some noise eps are also dropout exclusive, here i have linked to the trailer, but it is another spinoff based on this honestly iconic game changer ep wherein Josh Ruben, Brennan Lee Mulligan, and Zac Oyama make weird sounds at each other and it's the funniest thing in the world]

Um, Actually [nerdy trivia game show hosted by Mike Trapp]

Rank Room [fyi it's an older show and they don't make it anymore but i still think it's a fun watch; hosted by Katie Marovich]

[do u see what i mean. i thought this first question would be a short answer skdfjnsdkjfnsdns so uh deep apologies for what will come after this bc i have THOUGHTS about your second question]

Re: would i recommend d20 for someone who has no experience with d&d -

short answer: yes absolutely 100%.

long answer: why do i so enthusiastically recommend d20 for people who have never played dnd? because i am a people who has never played dnd and d20 is one of my favorite shows ever! tbh i do think i am kind of biased as d20 is really the only actual play show i've ever been able to get into and i'm sure there are plenty of other shows out there that work for other people [if you're a podcast person for example you have tons of good options, i however am Not] but there are a number of reasons why I personally enjoy d20 as an actual play show:

I often struggle with other actual play shows because of how long and meandering they are. I think this is more of a personal preference thing because even when reading/watching more traditional forms of media i always tend to prefer tighter narratives with a clear ending in mind [e.g a 3 season show with a good finale is more compelling to me than an ongoing 10 season show with no ending in sight] but because d20 is an anthology show and each season is more or less a self-contained story aside from the few sequels i find it much easier to keep my attention on the episodes. to be sure the eps are still quite long, most ranging from 1.5-2 hours, but brennan + the other dms they feature on d20 do a really good job of keeping the pace moving while still giving the players freedom to explore the world and make their own narrative choices [which i think is one big appeal actual play shows has over other forms of media, the improvised and collaborative nature of the storytelling versus something that's already been fully scripted beforehand].

another thing i struggle with is how cumbersome dnd combat can be, personally i don't think it's the most accessible especially for people who have no ttrpg experience but d20's combat actually works pretty well for me because 1. they plan their combats before the season starts and especially in the earlier seasons of d20 they stuck pretty strictly to alternating between roleplay versus combat episodes so it's easier for me when i know kind of what to expect and 2. because they plan their combats in advance they are able to build INCREDIBLE custom battle sets with custom minis [shout out to Rick Perry!] and for me the visuals really help me keep my attention on the combat versus when combat is more theater of the mind [which to be clear does sometimes still happen in d20]. Tbh i still think combat can be a little clunky especially in the earlier seasons of d20 but i think the show has always gone to a lot of effort to create really creative and engaging combats for both the players and the audience and as it's gone on they've only gotten better at achieving this

in that vein i think the fact that d20 is 1. entirely filmed and 2. edited very well is VERY helpful for someone like me who has traditionally struggled with podcasts because the lack of visual context makes it hard to stay focused. as far as the editing goes i know some people prefer more of a livestream feel but just for me personally having the editing and the different camera angles and the sound cues and the music [d20 is really good at picking royalty free music for their soundtracks btw may i just say] gives me something more concrete to focus on and keeps it more visually interesting. and i do feel that they still make an effort to preserve the more natural/organic feel of ttrpgs by limiting their cuts story wise and focusing a lot on player reactions in the moment so for me it kind of hits the best of both worlds!

personally i think the choice for d20 to cast a lot of talented improv comedians is fucking inspired, especially when the show is so comedy-oriented. improv comedians are good at making bold choices on their feet, crafting rich characters while improvising their dialogue on the spot, and collaborating with each other, which are all skills that are very helpful for an actual play show context and everyone they cast on d20 is SO talented at all of these things. there are some players on d20 who also have little to no experience with dnd [notably Ally Beardsley has only ever officially played dnd on camera for d20; Rekha Shenkar and Mike Trapp in Escape From the Bloodkeep were also very new to dnd at the time] which on the one hand i think helps audience members like me who are inexperienced with dnd knowing some of the players are in the same boat but also they tend to make some of the wildest most out of the box choices as a result of being new to the game. so i think ultimately it's just a really fun combination and it's so much fun to watch in action!

and just a few more reasons why I consider d20 a favorite in a more general sense:

I mean Brennan Lee Mulligan as d20's main DM is a HUGE draw of d20 in my opinion. like if you were already a fan of him from game changer or other college humor content i think you will especially appreciate him in d20 because he is absolutely in his element here. actually last year i made a ppt for my friends about why i like d20 so much so here is a relevant excerpt:

i want to emphasize that d20 is a comedy-oriented show so tonally comedy is what it will prioritize. however i also want to emphasize that this does not mean it pulls any punches with the emotional depths it's able to reach. the themes and the worlds and the characters are SO rich and complex and compelling and I think i have experienced basically every human emotion and then some while watching this show. i also think it's incredibly character driven and does an amazing job of prioritizing character and relationship development and player agency, which is one of my favorite things to see in any kind of show!

and conceptually i just think it's so much fucking fun! it being an anthology show means there is something in here for everyone but i have enjoyed every season i have watched immensely [which is all of them except for one!] and have found it remarkably easy to become invested in every single one. you want to know what it would be like if dnd took place in a john hughes style teenage coming of age movie? or what if lord of the rings was about the bad guys but also it’s a workplace comedy? or how about an urban fantasy story set in modern day new york with a secret sixth borough hidden away in the world of dreams? you can have it all and more from d20! and this is just the seasons that are available on yt for FREE there are so many other cool and fun stories and worlds and dms to engage with!!!

tl;dr it's a good show and i like it very very much thank you for coming to my ted talk

#answers #daffodiline #you know what. if you don't end up reading all of this. i don't blame you lol #tl;dr i highly recommend d20 but if you like game changer there are lots of other things to check out on youtube too!

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another-lost-mc · 5 months

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can't help thinking about pervy!Levi finding out MC is a bigger perv than him😭 idk I find it funny lol

a/n: oh, a horny mc with no chill? I can dig it.

levi x gn!reader | nsfw | mdni | 0.7k words

cw: mutual pining, borrowing/stealing clothes, masturbation, voyeurism, scenting/cum marking, snooping, mention of sex toys, sending/receiving dirty pics and videos, jealousy/possessiveness

It's like mutual attraction, even if neither of you are aware of it at first. You catch on to Levi's little depravities easily enough, but Levi can't accept that you would fancy him enough to stoop to his level.

It almost becomes like a weird pervy competition. How far will each of you go, what risks are you willing to take?

Your actions almost mirror each other and it should be obvious to both of you what's going on, but the thrill of pushing the boundaries of decency and the hope fear you'll get caught is addictive.

It starts with small things, things that can be shrugged off as innocent mistakes: you borrow Levi's sweater and "forget" to give it back, you ask Levi for some of his drink or snack and you pop his straw or cutlery into your mouth instead of using your own.

Levi doesn't realize how noisy he can be sometimes. He whimpers or whines or moans when he's agitated or flustered, but you go to bed imagining him making those noises for other reasons.

(If you're lucky, you might even be able to record him making those yummy sounds of his – discreetly, of course.)

Sometimes Levi walks past your bedroom late at night. You listen for the familiar footfalls on the creaky stairs and when you touch yourself, the noises are loud enough to carry through the door when Levi presses his ear against it. At least Levi can pretend he was on his way to the kitchen and anything he might've heard was completely accidental.

There's no excuse for you to be lurking outside Levi's second-floor room in the middle of the night though. Most of the time, Levi's up late gaming on his PC. But if you're lucky, you can hear Levi fisting his cock and stifling his sounds when he bites his lip to try and stay quiet.

(One night he notices the shadow underneath his bedroom door and he stops - briefly - before he keeps going, and the sounds he makes are louder and more desperate than before. Later he tells himself it was just his imagination, no matter how many times he sees the same shadow darken his doorway.)

It's rare when you have the chance to visit Levi's room when he's not home, but you're determined to make good use of the limited time you have. Levi's scent is strongest in his tub, like salty ocean air and a hint of metal that reminds you of his scales. It's hard not to get riled up when it feels like you're drowning in his scent, and maybe you rut against one of his body pillows and leave a little mess behind. It's not like Levi's going to say anything about the stains he finds later anyway, right?

(If he sucks the cotton into his mouth to have a little taste of you, that's his shameful little secret.)

You snoop around on Levi's computer and find all the adult games he plays, and you're giddy to see how many characters he's made that look like you.

(There might be some stains left on his computer chair after that too, and he knows they're not his.)

You know Levi sneaks into your room when he feels especially daring, but you make it easy for him to find the treasures he looks for: a pair of your underwear conveniently left at the top of your hamper, the bedside drawer where you keep your toys and lube is open slightly so he can take a peek inside. Your thighs clench and rub together when you find fresh stains on your dirty laundry later, or when your favourite toy looks a little used. Your bedsheets smell like musk and the sea, and there are strands of dark purple-blue hair on your pillow.

But maybe appealing to Levi's sin is the best way to get his attention after all?

You pout and whine and cling to his side when other demons crowd around him or fawn over him at RAD. It doesn't feel like acting when something possessive rears its ugly head in your chest at the thought of him wanting someone else that's not you. He can sense the envy that surges through you, because of him, and he starts to look at you a bit differently.

Oops! Sorry Levi, that was meant for someone else. :)

And if all else fails, you can accidentally send him dirty pics or videos to see how long it takes for him to finally admit he wants you all to himself – as if you weren't his already.

read more: pervy!mc x pervy!levi (part two) | leviathan masterlist

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me leviathan x reader #leviathan x reader #leviathan smut #obey me smut #obey me x reader #x reader #gn!reader

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chompe-diem · 1 year

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hi hello hi so this is, as stated, another one of those mfin dropout/d20/naddpod blogs that's trawling around on this site

pretty damn new to the content :p i literally only got my dropout subscription like a monthish ago and started listening to naddpod like less than 2 weeks ago lol

not really any previous experience with consuming or participating in any d&d/ttrpg content, except for finding it intriguing from afar and watchin like a couple of random oneshots, but it definitely kinda has minorly consumed my life atm lol (and by that i mean. i am listening to naddpod 24/7. i cant stop. i wld say to send help but i don’t think i want it.)

current pc faves have been acofaf andhera (adore that fucking loser <33), resident frogman prince gerard, n beverly toegold the fifth ;p

stuff ive watched, am watching, & lookin forward to watching under the cut lol :p

have watched:

- game changer

- dirty laundry

- make some noise

- d20 court of fey and flowers

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in progress:

- d20 neverafter [as it updates ^-^]

- d20 coffin run [ive been almost done with it for weeks now i swear i'll finish it at some point]

- naddpod campaign 1 bahumia [about halfway thru as of this post !!!]

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esp excited to watch in the future:

- d20 mice and murder. hi it's a detective mystery with those little guys??? starring some epic ch peeps? and again a murder mystery featuring little fucking guys???? am absolutely watching this d20 campaign next r u kidding

- d20 unsleeping city! honestly none of the currently-completed intrepid heroes campaigns had necessarily rlly caught my eye even tho i find neverafter super fun and the cast fuckin awesome, but i think this is the one that i've been eyein the most so 👀 after mice n murder, i think this one's next

- the other naddpod campaigns. esp the main ones but the smaller ones i'm super eyes at as well. as of rn i am pretty much obsessed with it and am trying Desperately to finish campaign 1 so i can at least consume some good fucking fancontent w/out worrying about spoilers. anyways yeah naddpod Currently been the thing ive especially been losing my mind over *gnashes my teeth and does grabby hands* it's simply sooooooo. idk even but it is so. girl i literally started it like 2 weeks ago and i've barely been listening to music (something i tend to do very very often) be i'm just listening to it all the fckin time. like as i am typing this im losing my mind a bit over ep. 51 the nannerfly effect which i am halfway thru and having some goddamn Feelings about. ok im gonna stop talking now but yes i Do indeed think naddpod is pretty neat (as probably evidenced by this wholeass chunk of text *flashes u an awkward smile* whoopsie)

#ive been a tumblr user for... definitely not as long as some ppl but like ive got a solid handful of years in my back pocket at this point #and girl. i still dont know how to make an intro post to save my life #ive never listed shit like this before idk if thats weird 😭😭#but im def not up to date wall the content so ig?? it makes sense? for like spoilers n stuff?? idfk man #anyways hi super new and super hyped to post bullshit

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avo-kat · 2 years

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cleaning up makes me feel like a sim its so fucking maddening and im actually honestly trying to do shit as effectively as possible yknow because time is short and could be used instead on watching another pokemon red speedrun instead so i stand in the room trying to analyze the different problems putting everything in categories usually trash is first gather all trash and put it into the trash can oh but the trash is full where are the trash bags so u look around everywhere and step over dirty clothes so u pick them up throw them into the hamper oh the bathroom mirror is dirty af quickly clean that oh u gotta bring ur dish soap back into the kitchen so u go into the kitchen and remember still no trash bags crap so u put ur bottles of condiments back into the fridge and instead decide to wash dishes but no still no trash bags cant scrape the dried off cat food off of them so back u go oh theres boxes on the floor gotta make them small and put them into the cardboard bag to bring outside later oh the shoes need to be put properly onto the shoe rock oh ur scarf fell down hang that up on the wardrobe and wow the shoes are so disoragnized and its becoming winter better take out the summer shoes and rearrange the winter shoes u go into ur closet by the kitchen to put away the summer shoes and u stand there for a moment wondering what u wanted to do u see ur hammer on the shelf right exactly time to hammer in a nail into the wall to hang up ur pinboard where are ur fucking nails oh you used them for ur craft project back into ur room oh there are the trash bags on your bookshelf lol ok back to gathering trash now u can scrape off food but u dont wanna thats the most boring and ew shit ever so u go into the bathroom to pee and quickly clean the sink because ur alrdy there and gather up ur laundry and put it into the washing machine oh u gotta strip ur bed so u go back to ur room but man arent u tired u are so tired so u sit down and start a video but not the pokemon speedrun no thats reserved for later as a reward for relaxing this is just a quick break and for background noise u start playing on ur phone and scrolling tumblr and suddenly its an hour later and u realize u havent started laundry but u still gotta strip ur bed ok fuck u can do it so u just do it and leave it bare and hope u can do it b4 bed so u start laundry and ugh dishes but no better vacuum ur room so u do that but first u gotta pick up shit and dust ur table and shelf wheres the fucking duster is it in the laundry u walk around everywhere oh its in the bathroom u pick it up head back now u need a wet cloth where is it ok nowehrre get a new one oh hey the nails are in the closet after all uhhhhh now u dont wanna hang anything ok back to ur room time to dust but first check ur phone or discord or tumblr ok half an hour later time to dust u move everything aside and dust ur shelf and desk and then ur cat is hungry ok u go and clean the dishes and feed ur cat man now ur really hungry too ok so u gotta make some food but ugh its so annoying and boring what can u even eat ok pop smth frozen into the oven thats fine cant clean b4 you have eaten obv so u sit down watch videos browse the internet food done yay u eat and relax some more finally finally u get up to vacuum oh the laundry is done ok lemme just clean the toilet quick boy arent u tired u sit down and browse tumblr oh damn the laundry is done ok but u first wanna clean the litter boxes so u do that and maybe clean the bathtub ok now ur really tired and its so late time for bed oh no the bed is bare and laundry still needs to be hung up sigh

#a normal day on the weekend for me #and after all of that? u still havent done what u wanted to do

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angelbaby-fics · 2 years

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what would bucky do if he found reader in his room sniffing all his clothes after he left for a long mission

a/n: omg i love this idea!!! and the pic is so cute 🥺 🥺 i hope you don't mind, i varied slightly from the prompt & also i tried a new format but its the longest thing i've ever written so far so hopefully that makes up for it a little lol!! 💕 also i was watching tfatws as i was writing this hehe 💕💕

You missed him even when he went to the grocery store without you; it didn’t matter if it was a months-long mission or an overnight one, you hated it when your daddy had to leave.

As soon as Bucky got the call to action, the two of you sprang into your own little action plan at home.

He made sure the kitchen was stocked with your favorite easy to make food, although you knew if you asked to order delivery at any point while he was gone he’d say yes.

He made sure all your laundry was done and the house was clean so you wouldn’t have anything to stress about while he wasn’t there.

And while the name of the game was keeping you at a reasonable age while he wasn’t around to take care of you, he kept a box of your little things within reach, should you need them.

You had all these cautions in place, in addition to daily facetimes and text checkups every few hours, not to mention the thought of your daddy finally coming home to you to keep you going through these lonely days.

But this time it didn’t work

You didn’t know how, or why, but you just missed him more than ever

You NEEDED him more than ever

Bucky had been sent on lengthy missions before, but never quite this long, or quite this dangerous, or while you were quite this little, or maybe he had, but no matter what you knew you’d never missed him quite this much.

You tried as hard as you could, you really did!

First you tried going about your daily life, avoiding all urges to regress

But eventually you found yourself going towards the box with your pacis, thinking maybe you’ll just pop one in for a little bit while you did some big girl tasks, right?

But then the next thing you knew you were changing into your comfy pajamas

And gathering all your stuffies

Turning off the lights and flipping on your noise machine

And curling up on his side of the bed

But it still didn’t work

You could feel yourself spiraling towards a meltdown

All you could think was

Need

Daddy.

You pressed your face into his pillow, inhaling as hard as you could, desperate to fill your airways with him

But it was no use

Bucky had washed and changed all the bedding

The only thing you could smell was fresh linen and lavender soap

So you did the only thing you could think of

With you being his only priority in the time leading to his departure, his own laundry schedule had gotten pretty backed up

You scooped as many stuffies as you could fit into your arms and slid off the bed, nearly diving headfirst into Bucky’s laundry pile

You didn’t care if it was dirty

(most of it had only been worn around the house or out to the park anyways)

The scent still lingered in the fabric, unspoiled by the washing machine

The various products he used throughout the day, soaps, cologne, aftershave, shampoo, hair gel.

And of course his natural scent, the sweat & pheromones unique to James Buchanan Barnes.

You piled all the clothes up into a sort of nest, his t-shirts and sweatpants at the top for optimum sensory comfort.

Almost like a little puppy, you padded onto the clothing pile and curled up, clutching a shirt to your face in place of a stuffy.

Only then did you finally start to relax, did you finally feel the slightest relief to your building meltdown.

It was enough to make your eyes get heavy, your breathing finally slow and steady as you dozed off.

So cozy in your daddy’s clothes you weren’t aware of your phone vibrating, Bucky on the other end with a surprise for you.

So lost in dreamland by the time he came through the door, two days earlier than expected, and called out your name

When he didn’t get an answer, he was a little disappointed, a little more worried, but still had the sense to look through the house before he declared you missing

And that's how he found you, swaddled up in his miscellaneous clothes, tears dried on your cheeks, pacifier in your mouth

He didn’t want to startle you out of your sleep, but he knew that as long as you were little, you wouldn’t mind being woken up if it meant you could be with your daddy.

And that's exactly how you felt when his kisses began to poke into your dreams, slowly making them fade away

You smiled to yourself before opening your eyes

Bucky hovered above you, his eyes warm and glittering with excitement to see you, mirroring your smile

The scent of the clothes, the warmth, the essence or your Bucky amplified a thousand times as the real thing held you firm in his strong arms

“Hey babydoll, you miss me?”

#bucky x little!reader #little!reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy!bucky #chloe's fic

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - wahh it’s here! can’t believe my brainrot of osamu teaching a cooking class turned into this long fic lol... i hope you enjoy it!! it was fun crafting the story with my beta readers and i put a lot of effort into it!!! itadakimasu <3

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 - @forgetou @amjustagirl (muacks 2x) + tq to everyone who helped me with the banner!!

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - you’re suna’s younger sibling, food, heartbreak, angst but happy ending, mentions of stabbing (joke), kita dances to ‘ice cream’ by selena gomez and blackpink, mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood (brief), suna beats (redacted) up

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - miya osamu x gn!reader

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - you fall in love with miya osamu once more, but you’re afraid of getting hurt again.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 5535

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢

1. Cook the rice according to your rice cooker, then transfer the cooked rice to a separate bowl to cool it down.

“What ya want t’do is scorch the soy sauce.”

The class presses themselves against Osamu’s workbench as they scribble down notes on their recipe printouts. Their lips purse to ooh and aah at his cooking skills, though you’re pretty sure that they’re more interested in how his biceps flex when he flips the wok with a trained flick of the wrist.

You stand at the very edge of the group. It’s better than getting close with a group of hungry housewives, really. If grocery store and department mall sales have ever told you anything, it’s to never get in the way of what a seasoned housewife wants. Unfortunately for you, you haven’t learnt the way of being a homemaker just yet.

You’re unemployed, right in the middle of a month and a half-ish long transfer between jobs. You currently stay at your brother Suna’s place — which is really just an apartment filled with dirty laundry overflowing from its seams.

Turns out Suna himself is a bit of a gossip. He told Kita who told Atsumu who told Osamu that you’re stuck at his place 24/7 with no friends or entertainment in the lovely city of Nagano. It’s just mountains and trees as far as the eye can see all around — and there’s only so many hikes you can take each week.

“Why don’t you take a cookin’ class?”

“Cookin’?” Your face screwed up in confusion. “ What for?”

“So that you can actually pull your weight around the house and make me something to eat.”

You chucked a pillow at his head and began to list all the things you did while staying at his apartment. Laundry, cleaning the floor, doing grocery shopping (even if it was only instant noodles and snacks), finding his disgustingly sweaty socks under the sofa and many other important chores, thank you very much.

Besides, you weren’t as eager when you saw who was the one that would be holding the classes. With his picture plastered across the front of a pamphlet, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. Years of chasing his dreams and training in a kitchen had done Osamu wonders.

You had half a mind to smack Suna in the head with the yellow, glossy paper, but instead you quietly tucked it into a corner of the guest room to look at later. You were sure Suna hadn’t forgotten your history with Osamu just yet — but perhaps he assumed that enough time had passed to heal your wounds.

Either way, there’s no going back now. That’s how you ended up at Osamu’s ‘Cooking class for homemakers — you can do it too!’, except you aren’t a homemaker. You shift your weight from one foot to the other as the sound of sizzling soy sauce fills the air. Osamu pauses for a while before beginning to mix the rice with the sauce, wielding his spatula and wok expertly like weapons.

“Miya-san, you’re amazing!” someone gushes.

He lets out a bashful laugh. “This is nothing. I’m sure everyone will be able to do this by the end of class today!”

You wonder if he’s ever considered being a teacher. The demonstration on how to make shrimp fried rice is soon over and everyone returns to their benches, eager to try out the recipe. You are no different. Scurrying to your bench at the very back of the classroom, you exchange glances between the printed recipe handout and your tray of ingredients.

“Need any help?”

Osamu’s voice and looming presence makes you jump.

“Woah! Careful there,” he chuckles, his fingers gently prying a knife out of your hands.

Unconsciously, you had raised it in shock when Osamu snuck up on you. The knife now lays safely on the tabletop and you feel the eyes of the entire class boring into you.

“Sorry, Miya-san. I didn’t see you,” you apologise meekly.

“Don’t worry about it, I shouldn't have scared ya like that. And no need for the formalities! You’re my friend’s sister, afta’ all.”

Oh goodness. You half expect the class to pick up their pots and pans and run at you right this moment. You swallow back the half hearted ‘Osamu-san’ that rises in your throat. Your heart trembles in your chest and for a second, the silence that weighs heavily between the both of you turns awkward.

“Miya-san! Could you help me with this please?”

You’ve never been so glad to hear Tachibana’s sickly shrill voice before. Osamu is quick to wave goodbye to you before hurrying over to her bench, a smile still on his face. You breathe a sigh of relief.

You make a mental note to tell Suna that Osamu should just stick to placating those housewives and leave you the hell alone. The last thing you want is to have blackmail spread around the neighbourhood by these gossipy housewives, or worse, have their daughters hunt you down and chop you up into pieces.

Whatever. You’re just here to learn how to make shrimp fried rice and then go home to your annoying older brother. Besides, it’s not like you’ll be here for long. Miya Osamu just happens to be the local heartthrob, the handsome and eligible bachelor chased by anyone single and ready to mingle. You have absolutely nothing to do with someone so popular and good-looking. And for goodness sake, he’s your brother’s high school friend and your… Well, you know.

Your face burns and you pick up the knife again, grip tightening on its handle. You begin chopping at the onions with renewed determination.

(Later on, when you bring back a tupperware of fried rice for Suna, he looks you in the eye and asks “Shrimp fried this rice?”.

You shoot him a glare.

“I fried this rice.”)

2. Prepare all the fillings that you are going to use and set aside, such as pickled plums or tuna mayo. Prepare your seaweed sheets.

What you don’t expect is for Miya Osamu to show up at your doorstep the next day with boxes of food, cartons of drinks and a very noisy brother of his in tow.

“Rin, where can I leave the drinks?” Osamu yells.

“Rin, can I play your PS5?” Atsumu shouts.

You think that they are very different, the Miya twins. Suna takes a minute to finish putting on some clothes (you had answered the door, thankfully. No one wants to see Suna Rintarou in Pikachu boxers) before bursting out of his room.

He’s quick to smack Atsumu’s ‘dirty little setter hands’ away from his precious Playstation, directing Osamu to what constitutes the apartment’s kitchen — a second-hand fridge and the building-installed gas stove that works only if you hit it hard enough. You’re surprised that neither you or Suna haven't died of a house fire or gas poisoning by now.

It doesn’t take long for the other Inarizaki alumni to arrive at Suna’s apartment in a series of doorbell rings. Kita even brings along a large bottle of sake, to which everyone cheers loudly. You don’t understand why they had chosen Suna’s place to have a reunion party. Seriously, wouldn't Onigiri Miya or some other izakaya have been a better choice?

However, there’s free flow of drinks and lots of yummy snacks, so you decide to let the noise wash over you and stand by the food table to pick at the trays of pizza, fried chicken and other finger food. Aran even offers you a drink, smiling sweetly before going off to wrangle Atsumu from trying to initiate a beer chugging competition. Some things just never change, you suppose.

“Having fun?”

You jump and nearly drop the plate of food that you hold.

“You have a horrible habit of scaring people, Miya- Osamu.”

His first name comes out awkward, tumbling off of your tongue as you use a pair of chopsticks to carefully pile back some mentaiko mayonnaise onto a slice of tamagoyaki. Osamu settles into the crook of the kitchen counter next to you with a playful grin on his face.

“Do I really?”

“Don’t forget that the first time you did that, someone nearly got stabbed.”

You pop the tamagoyaki into your mouth. It’s delicious — the egg’s sweetness balances out the salty sauce. You wonder if there’s enough left on the tray for seconds.

“How’s the reunion going?” you ask nonchalantly, and shuffle a few centimetres away from him.

You hope Osamu doesn’t notice that. He does, however, but chooses not to comment on it. He brings up a hand to scratch at his neck, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. He’s close enough for you to get a whiff of whatever cologne he’s wearing. Your head spins for a second.

“Oh, none of us have gotten drunk just yet. I’m pretty sure we’ll be playing beer pong or something later on.”

You steel yourself against the urge to look at what Osamu is wearing. Don’t look, don’t look, definitely don’t look. Miya Osamu is, has been, a dangerous man to fall in love with. You can’t afford to-

Perhaps gouging your eyes out would have been a better choice in theory. Even a glance from where you stand beside him is enough to see that not only is he wearing a tight, black T-shirt, Osamu also has a pair of sweatpants on. Is it a sin to wear sweatpants? Probably so, especially with the way it makes your throat run dry.

“Beer pong, huh?” You try your best to mumble somewhat nonchalantly. “Who won the last time?”

“Kita.”

“Kita?!” you gasp.

Even that’s enough to make you forget about Osamu and his stupid (and very sexy) sweatpants.

“Yeah, right? That was the first time he participated. All of us got left drunk in the street, so we decided to do it at someone’s place this year.”

You let out a soft laugh at the thought of a bunch of grown men piled over each other on the road. You don’t particularly like the thought of cleaning up after them tonight, though.

The lack of words between you and Osamu descends into snorts of laughter that trickle in from the tiny living room. Aran throws his head back, drink nearly spilling out of his cup. Ginjima laughs so loud you see Omiomi cover his ears and Suna holds his phone up, filming every second of Atsumu’s defeat.

Osamu opens his mouth as if to ask you something.

“C’mon! Yer killin’ me, Kita-san!” Atsumu yells, socked feet and waving arms trying to match the onscreen character’s movements.

Kita, on the other hand, is scoring perfect marks without as much effort wasted. You giggle to yourself as he moves his hips, shaking them here and there. A small smile quirks his lips upwards as he finishes with a flawless ending move on ‘Ice Cream’, the Just Dance characters fading into oblivion on the screen. Atsumu crumbles to the floor in defeat.

Osamu’s lips form a straight line as he watches you laugh along, raising a hand to cover your mouth. He curses Atsumu’s birth and swallows back his embarrassment.

“Did ya see that, Osamu? Oh- Kita-san is so good at everything!” you gush.

“Atsumu just sucks.”

When you laugh, Osamu thinks something in his chest lurches. Regret makes his head go foggy and leaves a sour taste in his mouth.

3. Place cling wrap over a rice bowl. Place some of the cooked rice over the centre of the cling wrap and make a well.

“No way ya got a love letter!” Atsumu yelled.

“Ya get yer fair share. We share t’same face, why shouldn’t I get some?” Osamu retorted, rolling his eyes.

Suna watched as the twins began to gripe and argue about who was the better looking sibling again. Nothing unusual, really, given how this occurred every odd day of the week.

“S’gotta be a prank. No way someone likes a loser like you,” Suna mused.

In retaliation, Osamu threw him a stink eye. “You two are just jealous,” he sniffed.

The letter had been written on pretty pink paper, all hearts and cute handwriting as his secret admirer asked him to meet them on the roof after school. Not that Osamu wasn’t affected by it, of course. It always rubbed his ego the right way to know that someone preferred him over Atsumu. Though, it wasn’t like he was interested in anyone then. It only took a second before Osamu ripped the letter in half.

“Woah woah woah! Yer crazy! Whatcha gonna do if some pretty girl gave that to ya?”

Atsumu’s eyes widened in shock, almost reaching forward to grab the shreds of letter that Osamu had torn up.

“Does it matter? S’not like I’m interested in datin’ right now,” he replied.

“Seriously? What if she’s like, super duper hot!”

Osamu’s face screwed up. “Are ya a horndog?”

Just as Atsumu was about to shout at his dear brother again, you opened the door to their classroom and hurried in. You had a bento box in hand and a cute pout on your face as you placed it on Suna’s table.

“Rin! You forgot your bento at home again!”

“Oh.” Suna blinked. “Thanks.”

“Seriously, you gotta stop forgetting your things! I can’t be bringing them to you all the time-”

“Hey, Suna.” Atsumu perked up, referring to you. “Would ya go on a date with Samu or me? Me, right? Definitely me!”

Your face flushed with heat. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

“‘Samu got a love letter in his shoe locker this morning. Cliche, huh?” your brother said between bites of his lunch.

“Mm, yeah. Cliche,” you mumbled.

You looked around anxiously for any sign of the love letter. Was it in Osamu’s bag?

“Can ya believe he tore it up?” Atsumu laughed.

“What?”

Your heart felt like a stone in your chest as you froze, your blood running cold.

“Yeah! This dumbass doesn’t know how t’appreciate anythin’,” he replied, smacking Osamu on the back of his head.

His twin responded with a muffled growl as he continued to scarf down his absurdly large bento. You fiddled with the cuffs of your sleeves, staring down at your feet. You were quick to bid the third years goodbye as you fled their classroom as an inexplicable ache spread through your chest.

You didn’t focus on your classes for the rest of the day. The fact that Osamu had torn your love letter, written with all your heart and soul as you crumpled draft after draft last night, tipped you over the edge of your fantasies and had you plummeting straight into reality.

“Oi.”

You looked up from your feet, glancing up at Suna. The both of you were swapping your indoor shoes for outdoor ones, but you had absentmindedly stopped in the middle of slipping your right foot into a shoe. It was nearing the time where they closed the school gates, so there weren’t many students around save for the odd volleyball club member.

“What’re you doing? Put your shoes on properly,” he huffed.

“Sorry,” you said quietly, and slammed the locker door shut once you were done.

You walked a few feet ahead of Suna as you approached the school gate. Your head drooped with each step, tears beginning to mist your eyes. You willed yourself to hold it in till you got home, till you were in the safety of your bedroom to start sobbing your little heart out. Suna tugged on your wrist.

“Are you crying?” he questioned.

You shook your head quickly, rubbing your eyes with the back of your sleeve.

“Oi. Answer me.”

This time, his voice was a little softer, yet held a mixture of irritation and anger behind a crumbling wall of apathy. Who had been the one to make you cry?

“It’s nothin’,” you choked out. “Let’s just go home.”

You turned your face to the side as tears continued to roll down your cheeks, muffled cries turning into heartbroken sobs. Something inside of Suna’s head clicked.

“It’s Miya Osamu, isn’t it?”

You had to bite on your lower lip to stop it from trembling.

“That bastard tore up your letter, didn’t he?”

You gave Suna the tiniest of nods. He let go of your wrist and whipped around, eyebrows furrowed together. Not wanting to date was one thing, but treating your confession like dog shit was something else. Fortunately for him, the Miya twins were changing their shoes in the getabako.

“‘Samu!” Suna yelled.

The gray haired male looked up with a face of confusion.

“Suna? Whaddya want-” Osamu wasn’t able to say anything more as Suna’s fist collided with his face.

Atsumu jumped back with a yelp as the both of them crashed to the ground. Your hands flew to cover your mouth.

“Rin! Stop it!” you cried out.

You dashed over, tripping over your own feet as you tried to pull Suna away from Osamu as they traded blows. It took the work of you, Atsumu and Ginjima (who had been unlucky enough to pass by) to tear the two apart, and even then Osamu was still struggling in his brother’s arms to be let go.

“What t’hell, man!” he snarled.

Suna wiped his nose, glancing briefly at the crimson that stained his school uniform. The adrenaline was beginning to run low and pain began to settle into his fists and ribs. His shoulders heaved with each breath, and your hands clutched his shirt.

“Rin. No more, please,” you begged, pressing your forehead against his back. “No more.”

Suna hated the way your voice trembled as you spoke. He didn’t think it was fair for you to bear the burden of pain while Osamu got to walk away unscathed, leaving you broken in pieces. His fist curled up again.

“It’s not worth it, Rin.”

Suna took in a shaky, deep breath.

You were right.

Miya Osamu wasn’t worth it.

4. Put about 1tbsp of the filling of your choice on the centre of the rice and cover it with rice.

A week comes and goes after the annual Inarizaki reunion. You’re still finding sticky stains on the floor, as well as food wrappers tossed behind the sofa. Suna sends the group chat a video of you yelling at all of them while wielding a mop with so much fervour Aran asks if you broke it. Atsumu actually apologises and Osamu offers to come over and help clean up. The entire group chat flames him immediately.

As per last week, you walk into Osamu’s cooking class at 2p.m. on a Wednesday afternoon. It’s hot outside, droplets of perspiration rolling down your nape. The cool air-conditioning of the classroom is much appreciated and you don your apron behind the gaggle of housewives. You catch snippets of their conversation as they put their items in the cubbies provided.

“Tanaka-san, did you see the mushrooms that were on sale this Monday?”

“My son is attending this cram school this summer. Here’s the address!”

“My father-in-law keeps complaining about the heat…”

“Good afternoon, everyone.”

“Miya-san!”

Everyone perks up when Osamu walks through the door. They’re quick to surround him, asking how his day had been. You look tired, take this ginseng drink! It really revitalises your spirits! Did you get a girlfriend yet, Miya-san? My daughter is single, you know!

You watch as Osamu walks behind his bench, all smiles and “Is that so, Shigeru-san?”. Polite enough to please them, but not enough to make them think that he actually wants to go on a date with their 34 year-old daughter who’s a tired office worker looking out for potential husbands like a hawk. He lets out a heavy exhale, using his cap with the Onigiri Miya logo on it to fan himself.

“Hot today, isn’t it?” he chuckles.

You think that maybe he’s the one that’s making this summer so warm, especially with the way that his shirt clings to his figure and his flushed cheeks that make him look adorable.

Wait.

You do a double take. Ah, adorable. You must have meant that heart-print apron that Tanaka is wearing today. It is pretty cute, and you wonder if you should ask her where she got it from later on. Definitely not Osamu with his perfect smile that would make anyone’s heart skip a beat, and definitely not when it’s directed at you.

“Gather around everyone! We’re going to be making gyoza today!”

The demonstration goes as usual — Osamu impresses the housewives, they gasp and someone even touches his forearm and asks “How did you get so strong, Miya-san?”. Not that you care, of course. You certainly don’t. What you’re more concerned about is how Osamu manages to make wrapping the fragile gyoza seem so easy.

Your fingers pinch at the thick dough, eyebrows furrowed together. No matter what you do, your filling keeps spilling out of the wrapper and so you’ve opted to try out for a thicker piece this time. Not that it really matters — Suna will be the one suffering from food poisoning if it turns out bad, anyways.

“Ah, yer made it too thick,” Osamu says as he strolls over.

You tense up as he leans over your shoulder, peeking at the chubby gyoza in your hands. You pretend not be affected by how close he is and continue pinching the wings of the dumpling shut.

“They keep bursting,” you sniff.

“Maybe ya put t’much filling?” Osamu suggests. “Here, lemme show ya. Put tha’ one down and grab a new wrapper. Yeah, just like that.”

You stiffen as Osamu flours his hands and cradles your hands in his.

“Here ya go. That’s t’much, scoop out some more. That’s it. Now gently…”

Blood rushes to your face as you feel the warmth of his skin seep into yours, his hands rough from years of training and cooking. Scars adorn the tips of his thick fingers and knuckles. You suddenly feel the urge to gently trace them with your thumb, to ask him how he got each one of them.

Would he let you? Let you so close, that perhaps you would be the one to know every single thing about him?

“You did it!” Osamu says cheerfully.

He suddenly pulls away, making you plummet back to reality. A perfectly made gyoza sits in your hands.

“I’m looking forward to tasting your gyoza later on. Now keep trying!”

You’re left dumbfounded as Osamu walks away to help out the other housewives. They stammer and blush when they get too close, but he never holds their hands in his own, never smiles as gently as he does with you.

You place the gyoza on a pan and put the lid on with a little bit more force than what is necessary.

5. Wrap the cling wrap over the rice and squeeze and mould it into a triangle shape with your hands.

You try not to make contact with Osamu after that. Attending his cooking classes becomes a game of cat-and-mouse, where you try to tell him ‘I don’t need any help, Miya-san’ and watch him crawl away in defeat. In fact, you decide to skip the lesson on making hamburgs and instead spend the afternoon watching television.

After all, from what you’ve learnt in the past, Osamu is nothing more than trouble. You think it’s worth the sacrifice now to put some space between the both of you so that you don’t end up heartbroken a second time.

Though, you do feel a little bad. Just a little bit. One day when Suna’s out at training, you hear the doorbell ring and Osamu’s voice ring through the genkan. You hear his feet shuffle by the door and a heavy thump outside before he leaves. You only open the door when you hear his car pull out of the apartment building’s carpark, and find a packed bento lunch for you in front.

You try to pretend that the bunny cut apples and sakura shaped carrot slices don’t mean anything.

“Ah, Suna-san! Where were you last week?” Tachibana titters as you step into class for the final lesson.

“I wasn’t feeling very well,” you lie. “I think I caught a summer cold.”

“Oh dear, that sounds terrible!” the ladies chorus together.

You think they’re probably just glad that you didn’t get in the way of their beloved Miya-san. You tug your apron over your head, and ignore Osamu when he greets everyone. His eyes linger on you for a little too long during the demonstration — to the point that he actually burns the skin side of his salmon fillet.

Osamu skirts around your bench like a nervous puppy when the demonstration is over. You don’t seem particularly keen about talking to him, though the tips of your finger tremble when he finally plucks up the courage to stand next to you. It’s not close enough for your elbows to touch, but close enough that he can whisper to you without anyone else hearing him.

“Hey,” he begins, uncertain. His voice wavers slightly.

“Hey,” you reply, wary of what he might say.

“Are you okay?”

You take a moment to think, tipping the sake bottle carefully to measure out an exact tablespoon of it. He wonders when your hands have seemed so delicate, so small. He aches to hold them in his own again.

“I’m okay.”

“That’s good.”

It’s quiet, again. Just like that night in Suna’s apartment, with all the noise of the reunion going on around you, except this time it's the clanging of pans and utensils, paired with the chatter of many ladies.

“I was thinking…” Osamu stares down at your hands, turning the measuring spoon over so that sake splashes onto the hot pan with a sizzle. “Maybe we could get a drink together after this?”

You cover the pan and watch its surface cloud up with condensation. You hide your shaking hands by digging them into the pockets of your apron.

Osamu swallows. Perhaps he had been too direct with you; scared you off with how quickly he was advancing. Or did Suna tell you to be careful of him? That he didn’t want you falling in love with him a second time? There’s no lie about it, that Osamu had been a grade A asshole back in high school.

But he loves you now; has loved you since then. Would you be willing to give him a second chance?

“Osamu,” you breathe.

His shoulders relax slightly when you don’t call him by his last name.

“I don’t know what to do.”

Your voice comes out timid, scared. Osamu’s heart crumbles at the edges. He wonders if you would hate him if he reached out and took your hands in his once more. You’re both adults, perfectly capable of rational thinking if only your hearts hadn’t gotten in the way. Love hurts, they said. You want to agree.

“We can start it out slow,” Osamu suggests.

“I’m supposed to start my new job next month. I won't be in Nagano for much longer.”

“I’m opening a branch in Tokyo.”

“I’ll be busy settling down. We might not get to see each other often enough.”

“A little is better than nothin’.”

“You’re my brother’s friend.”

“Now, yer just picking at nothing, babe. Didn’t you have a crush on me back in high school, too? That didn’t stop ya, did it?”

Your heart wrestles with your brain, insisting on comfort and that love will always come in the form of someone that isn’t Miya Osamu. You’ll find someone, but will they be better? Will they send food to your doorstep, or send you stupid photos of dogs he saw on the street? Will they chase after you relentlessly for years, will they be Osamu?

A lump forms in your throat and you wonder if this, has been, is love. You tear your heart out from within you and let it cling to your sleeve, as pathetic and scared it is. You don’t mind if it hurts. To never hurt is to never have lived, to never have loved.

By this point, your eyes have misted up with tears and it hits you- You’re about to cry about your crush in the middle of a cooking class attended by middle-aged ladies. You’ve never been more embarrassed.

“Really?” you whisper, looking up at Osamu with glittering eyes.

He ignores the “Miya-san! I need your help!” that rings out in the background. He smiles gently.

“Yeah, really.”

A tear slips down your face. Osamu lets out a breathy chuckle as he swipes it away with his thumb, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

“We’ll talk properly after this, alright?”

You nod numbly. You watch as he hurries off to Shigeru, gasping when he sees how she had completely butchered her fillet. He turns back to you, trying to hold in a snigger.

You giggle.

Osamu thinks he wants to hear that laugh forever.

6. Remove the cling wrap and cover the bottom of the rice triangle with a nori sheet and set aside.

“One extra large bonito onigiri with spring onions!” you cry out from the counter.

Back in the kitchen, Osamu and another part-time worker scoop steaming rice out of large vats and use their hands to mould them into perfectly shaped triangles. A scoop of filling goes in and a strip of seaweed is wrapped hastily around the onigiri before it's sent to you to package. You place the onigiri carefully into a box and slip it into a paper bag with the shop’s logo on the front for a take-away order.

The shop is filled with customers even on a Wednesday afternoon. The clock shows 2p.m., past lunch time, yet you can see a queue that snakes out of the shop and down the alleyway.

Another long day ahead, you think to yourself.

“It’s our turn!” a little girl squeals as she takes the bag from you, opening it up to peer at the huge onigiri inside. “Mama! ‘giri!”

Her mother laughs and pats her head. “Don’t forget to say thank you, Haru.”

The girl turns to you, eyes sparkling. “‘Fank you, Miya-shan!”

A cheery grin almost splits your face in half. Miya-san. Four years on and it still makes your stomach flip whenever you hear that Osamu’s last name has become yours. It was an easy decision for the both of you to get married, really. You had loved each other for years and all you wanted to do in the end was to spend the rest of your lives together.

You quit your office job just before you got married to help Osamu out with the new Onigiri Miya branches. It took some getting used to, but the familiar customers and bright smiles that you see just by serving onigiri each day makes it worth it. It’s tough work, no doubt. But doing what you enjoy with the man you love is more rewarding than it ever could be.

Though, it’s not like your relationship has always been smooth sailing. There are days when you bicker over something stupid (like how you always forget to close the lid of the rice cooker), or when Osamu insists that he isn’t overworking himself (although his eyebags tell otherwise). But love’s a recipe with a few secret ingredients, and you’ve come to master it over the years.

“Come back soon!”

The shop is filled with the fragrant scent of freshly cooked rice and bonito flakes being stir-fried into furikake. Customers perch on tiny stools as they scarf down onigiri of different shapes and sizes, licking their fingers clean. A plush toy of Onigiri Miya’s mascot sits on the counter next to a potted plant that Atsumu bought (which is surprisingly still alive).

A photograph of the third Tokyo branch’s grand opening hangs on the wall. You and Osamu hold up a bouquet of flowers, smiling toothily at the camera, your wedding rings glinting in the sunlight.

“One medium onigiri with tuna mayo, coming right up!”

You jump as Osamu shouts out the order suddenly and you nearly drop the onigiri that he hands to you.

“Woah, careful there,” he chuckles, a hand ghosting the small of your back.

“You have ‘ta stop scaring me, ‘Samu,” you huff and roll your eyes playfully.

Osamu grins at you and the edges of his eyes crinkle up. You place the onigiri safely into its packaging and place it on the counter for a customer to collect, before turning back to plant a kiss on his cheek. Osamu’s face flushes pink and he hurries away, mumbling something about bonito flakes.

Your heart soars in your chest.

Yeah, it has been, will be, worth it.

7. Repeat the same steps as above to use the rest of the rice with other fillings that you prepared.

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phantasticworks · 2 years

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a delicate cycle

hi! i was supposed to post this months ago but completely forgot to finish it until last night (oops) but this fic was inspired by the what dan and phil text each other part 2 video (specifically the part where Dan doesn't know how to use a household appliance lol)

i hope you enjoy!

(more iydlmp coming soon btw)

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Words: 2.9k

Summary: twelve years should be enough time to learn how to do laundry... right?

Warnings: swearing

2009

Dan is crying.

Again.

He doesn’t mean to be, and he’s probably got a hundred things he could be doing instead of crying, but there he is, sorting pants and a million fucking socks and sniffling like an idiot. “Fucking laundry,” he mumbles sourly. Laundry really shouldn’t be this hard, or this annoying. It certainly shouldn’t be enough to make him cry.

His phone beeps with what is probably either a message from his mum asking how his studies are going, or hopefully (and more likely) a message from his best friend/boyfriend.

It would be kind of perfect if it was Phil, because then he’d have a convenient excuse to not do his freaking laundry. Or maybe he could do what he did last time, pack everything up into a suitcase and show up at Phil’s front door like some sort of homeless person. Phil said he didn’t mind if Dan did his laundry there, and a visit to Phil’s does sound nice…

Unfortunately, Dan is too miserable to even care. He ignores his phone entirely, telling himself that he isn’t allowed to check it until he finishes sorting his clothes and taking them down to the shitty little university housing laundry room.

Luckily for him, this plan is shot entirely when his phone starts to ring. There’s only one person who actually calls him these days, and Dan can’t help the way he scrambles for the device like the eager beaver he is.

“Hi,” he greets, slightly out of breath from practically leaping over the mountain of clothes to grab his phone.

“Hi, Dan,” Phil replies, his voice warm. Dan has no idea how he always manages to make his name sound so beautiful, but he does.

“Hi,” Dan says again without thinking. He can’t help it, really. He’s in love with Phil, and he reckons that he’s a little stupid with it.

“Hi,” Phil giggles. “Have you been turned into a parrot since I saw you last?”

Dan makes a squawking noise just to hear Phil laugh again. “Danny wants a cracker,” he jokes.

Phil laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard, and Dan probably looks deranged with how wide his smile is. “Does Danny have something to do today?” Phil asks, sounding a little hesitant.

Dan sighs, his gaze falling to the pile of dirty clothes still strewn across his bed. “Well. To be honest, yeah. I’m meant to be doing laundry right now.”

“Yeah?” Phil asks. Dan doesn’t know why he sounds so excited.

“Yeah,” Dan replies miserably. “But I hate going to that laundry room, and I don’t know if I should wash my jeans separately and-“

“Come wash at my house,” Phil interrupts. The words are quick, like he’s desperate to get the invitation out there, and Dan tries not to think about why that might be.

“Phil, I don’t want to keep being an inconvenience to you, it’s not fair.”

“You’re never an inconvenience to me,” Phil says, sounding absolutely affronted. “Don’t ever say that, Dan.”

Dan huffs. “Well it’s not like you get anything out of me washing my laundry there.”

Phil makes some sort of offended squeaking noise, and if Dan wasn’t in argue mode, he’d probably laugh. “Uh, I get to see you?” Phil says, like it’s obvious. “That’s all I care about anyway. I just want to spend time with you.”

And that… that nearly makes Dan cry. At some point since he’d picked up the phone, the tears had stopped, but that sincerity, naked and honest, makes him want to weep all over again. “Really?” He sniffles.

“Yes,” Phil answers immediately. “I was actually calling to see if you wanted to come over, since it’s the weekend and all.”

Dan tries not to let that go to his head, but it does. He still can’t believe that Phil wants him, even with all the ways that Phil has showed him that he does.

He remembers the laundry thing again, and pouts. “I should probably do my laundry first. I don’t have any clean pants, like at all.”

“Just bring them with you,” Phil says patiently. “You can wash them while you’re here.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like I’m just using you for laundry services,” Dan says, joking weakly.

Phil snorts a laugh at that, and Dan can’t help but think about how he got that little quirk from him. “I’m sure, Dan. Actually…” There’s some shuffling on that end of the call, and then Phil hums. “Yeah, I’ve got a couple things I need to wash as well, but not enough for a full load, so actually you’d be helping me out if you brought your things over to wash.”

There’s something about Phil’s voice that makes Dan think he might not be telling the whole truth, but he doesn’t call him out on it. Instead, he starts shuffling his clothes together so he can stuff them in a suitcase. “Okay, if you say so,” he says.

“So you’ll come over?” Phil asks, sounding excited.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in like half an hour.” Dan crouches beside his shitty little dorm bed, digging underneath to yank his suitcase out.

“Okay,” Phil replies. “Do you have money for a cab?”

“Er… I think so?” Dan says hesitantly. He’s honestly not sure.

“I’ll call you a cab and pay for it when you get here,” Phil says.

“You don’t have to do that,” Dan says. “You’re already letting me do laundry there. I’ll just take the bus.”

“I don’t want you taking the bus when you’re carrying a suitcase across town, Dan. It’s late, and there’s lots of weirdoes out there.” Phil’s voice sounds briefly far away, and then he’s back, so Dan assumes he’s set the phone down to do something. “Besides, I don’t mind. This is just good boyfriend stuff, you know.”

Dan blushes then, even all these months after they’d properly defined what was going on between them. “I don’t know, actually. You’re the first one I’ve ever had, silly.”

Phil laughs. “Then I get to show you how it’s done, alright?”

Dan grins. “Alright. I’m gonna finish packing up all my shit, and I’ll be there soon, okay?”

“Okay. I’m going to call the cab company in just a sec and I’ll let you know when they’ll be there.”

“M’kay,” Dan says, tossing clothes into his suitcase with absolutely no finesse to it.

“Alright. See you soon. Love you,” Phil says.

They’ve only been saying that to each other for a couple months now, but it still makes Dan’s heart race like it’s the first time he’s ever heard it.

“I love you too,” he replies, smiling down at his suitcase. “See you in a bit.”

~~~

It’s close to an hour later when the cab pulls up outside Phil’s apartment building, and Dan is itching to get out and smother him in kisses. He knows that he won’t, not until they’re well behind closed doors, but “I love you” is a broken record in his mind, and Dan wants to show it.

Phil is waiting on the pavement like he said he would be, and he grins when the cab stops in front of him. The cabbie turns to Dan expectantly, but Phil steps forward and taps gently on the window, a few pound notes held in his hand. The driver rolls down his window immediately, completely ignoring Dan now that he’s figured out where the money is coming from.

Dan climbs out of the car, dragging his bulky suitcase out behind him while Phil exchanges pleasantries with the driver. It’s a short interaction, and Phil says a polite thank you and goodbye when he sees Dan waiting for him on the pavement.

“Hi,” he says with a grin, clearly mocking their earlier conversation.

Dan smiles. “Hi,” he parrots. He spares a glance at where the cab driver is pulling away from the curb, and seeing that they’re effectively alone, he steps closer, poking Phil’s hand with his pinky. “Can I have a kiss when we get inside?” He asks, almost shy.

Phil gives him a soft, sweet smile. “Of course you can,” he says. “Come on, I’ve ordered some pizza and I don’t want to have an awkward run-in with the pizza man out here.”

~~~

“You should probably separate those,” Phil says from somewhere behind Dan. He’s supposed to be cleaning up the pizza boxes while Dan situates his laundry, but of course he isn’t.

Dan huffs, continuing to shove his jeans in the washer with the rest of his clothes. “No, it’s fine, I wash them together all the time.”

“That’s probably why your pants always shrink right after you buy them,” Phil says, sounding somewhere between amused and exasperated.

Something about his tone, or maybe the words themselves, make Dan tense. He tosses a glare over his shoulder, and almost can’t maintain it with the way Phil is smiling at him. “Alright, Mum. I’m not a child, I can do my fucking laundry just fine.”

The smile slips from Phil’s face and Dan knows the bitterness in his tone didn’t quite go unnoticed like he’d thought. “Babe…” Phil says softly.

“Don’t,” Dan snaps. And like the child he is, Dan feels himself tearing up, his eyes hot and prickly for no reason.

Before Dan can hide his face in shame, Phil steps closer. Dan expects him to hold him in some way, so he’s surprised when instead, Phil grips his hip and gently guides him away from the washing machine.

“Let me help,” he says gently. He leans down and begins tugging everything out, and Dan just watches, using the freedom from his gaze to wipe under his eyes and get his face back under control.

“I’m sorry,” Dan mumbles into the awkward silence of the room.

Phil glances back at him with a smile. “Nothing to be sorry for.”

Dan fidgets with his hands for a minute, watching as Phil separates his laundry for him. “Can you…” Dan begins, before going quiet again.

“Can I what?” Phil asks, pausing his movements.

Dan huffs. “Can you show me how to do that? Or like, make me a chart of what goes in which wash?”

Phil smiles at him. “Of course. Do you want me to explain why I’m sorting it this way now?” It’s an oddly genuine and considerate question, and Dan finds himself a little in awe with how much he appreciates it.

“Yeah, please,” Dan says, lowering himself to sit in the kitchen floor, sitting criss-cross as he watches Phil work.

“So usually you want to separate your pants and socks from your jeans-“ he starts, shaking a pair of Dan’s boxer-briefs as he speaks.

Dan interrupts him almost immediately. “But it’s all black. Aren’t you supposed to separate them into lights and darks?”

Phil smiles, but shakes his head, ever so patient with him as always. “Not always. Since the material is different, it washes on different types of cycles. And if you wash and dry your pants with this stuff, they’ll shrink.”

Dan nods slowly. “That’s why you hang them up on that- what’s it called?”

“Mum calls it an airer but it’s just a drying rack,” Phil says. He gestures off to somewhere behind Dan, his hand a weird, limp thing as he does. “Mine’s in the closet, we’ll get it out in a bit. So for the pants we want to put them on a delicate wash cycle, but make sure you put it on warm, about 40 Celsius, to make sure it’s actually clean. Then-“

Dan groans. “Can I just wear your pants? This is a lot of work.”

Phil shakes his head, but is clearly hiding a smirk. “No. You need to know how to do these things, Daniel.”

“Do I really?” Dan whines, scooting over and resting his head against Phil’s shoulder. “Couldn’t I just… stay with you forever and let you take care of it instead?” He says sweetly.

Phil kisses his forehead gently. “You can definitely stay with me forever. But you’ve gotta learn how to do laundry if this is gonna work.”

Dan blinks at the casual way Phil agrees to a forever with him. Even if it’s a joke, it makes Dan’s head spin. Still, he wants to grumble some more about how much work laundry is, but he knows that Phil is right. “Fine,” he mumbles, resigned. “And for the jeans?”

~~~

2021

i can do basic pants and socks on ‘delicates’ cupboard dry right?

Dan chews his lip as he waits for a response, staring at the drying machine with a look of reproach. Stupid laundry day. Stupid pants. Phil sits around playing fortnight with all his bits out sometimes, Dan doesn’t understand why they can’t just make that a household rule.

His phone vibrates in his hand, and he’s quick to unlock it and read the response Phil has sent.

Umm I’d just do socks and towels

Pants shrink

Dan swears when he reads that. Stupid fucking laundry rules. Who makes this shit up?

fuck

where’s the bloody drying rack thing

Phil doesn’t answer immediately, so Dan sighs and begins digging the clothes back out of the dryer, separating the pants from the socks, towels, and the T-shirt that had somehow made its way into this load. He’s ranting in his head about how much he hates laundry when he hears footsteps behind him.

“I can do it myself,” he snarks without even turning to look at his boyfriend.

“I know,” Phil replies, and Dan hears the sound of the drying rack being unfolded and set next to the dryer. Dan is petulant still, ignoring Phil as he untangles a pair of Phil’s pants from a towel. He feels a presence close to his side, and then Phil is scooping up the pile of pants he’s got set aside already, going about hanging them up on the rack silently.

Something about the silence makes Dan’s skin itch suddenly. He’s not mad at Phil, but a niggling voice in the back of his mind suggests that maybe Phil is mad at him. After all, twelve years should be enough time for someone to learn how to do the fucking laundry.

“Are you angry with me?” Dan asks, just to fill the silence.

Phil is quiet for a moment, so Dan turns, watching him as he finishes hanging up the last two pairs of pants. As soon as he’s done, he turns and steps closer to Dan, wrapping his arm around Dan’s waist and leaning in to kiss his neck. “No, babe, I’m not angry with you. I told you I could do laundry today though, so why…” he pulls back to give Dan a look, quirking an eyebrow.

Dan squirms under his gaze. “I dunno. I just figured I’d do it, get it out of the way. You’re busy doing other stuff and I felt like I needed to be productive.”

Phil frowns. “You have been productive. You emailed people today and you wrote our grocery list.”

Dan scoffs. “Yeah, real stressful fuckin work there, writing a grocery list and sending another fucking email that won’t be answered.”

Phil’s quiet for a moment, reaching up and stroking Dan’s curls gently. “Baby,” he says softly. He kisses Dan’s cheek.

He doesn’t say anything else, and Dan- Dan can’t take it anymore. He slumps, all the fight draining out of him as he rests his head against Phil’s shoulder. “Sorry,” Dan whispers.

It’s quiet for a moment, Phil just holding him gently, rubbing his back and rocking him slowly. “You made me coffee and toast this morning.” He kisses Dan’s neck as he says it. “You made up the bed, even though after last night we should probably wash those sheets…” he muses, trailing off with another absent-minded kiss to Dan’s throat.

Dan snorts. “I’ll take them off the bed if you’ll sort them out in the washing machine?” He suggests softly, kissing Phil’s shoulder. The kisses Phil’s been littering his neck with are starting to put him in a mood, one that he can’t do anything about until the fucking laundry is sorted.

“Deal,” Phil laughs. There’s another pause, then he speaks again. “You called the doctor back for me,” Phil says quietly. “Because you knew I didn’t think I could handle it today.”

Dan shrugs at that. “You’re my favorite person. And if those fucking doctors don’t figure out what’s making my favorite noggin all wonky, I’ll-“

Phil silences him with a firm kiss on the mouth. “You’ve been productive today,” he says simply, ignoring Dan entirely. He kisses him again.

“Okay,” Dan says. He doesn’t really agree with Phil, but productive doesn’t mean the same thing anymore, since the world is basically on fire, along with all his projects. Maybe he should have kept his old branding after all. He kisses Phil’s jaw, littering the two-day old stubble with kisses and soft kitten licks as he goes, trying to get Phil as worked up as he is.

If his labored breathing is any indication, Dan is successful.

“Let me finish the laundry, baby, and then I need to finish some work.”

Dan whines like a wounded animal, and watches the way it affects Phil, his eyes dilating. “And then?” Dan prompts.

Phil kisses him again, this time wetter and longer than the last. “And then we can ruin those sheets some more.”

Dan grins into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Phil’s shoulders tightly. “Okay, but you’re washing them.”

#phan #phanfiction #laundry fic #inspired by what do dan and phil text each other 2 #texts #2009 x 2021

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atinydise · 3 years

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Ateez arguing with their s/o in a middle of a make out session (part 2)

❦ Genre: Fluff & Suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3K.

❦ Requested: Heck yes lol, thank you! 🦋

❦ A/N Note: ⚠️Since I took again an eternity to post it, I advice to read the first part again (or for the first time)! Thank you for liking the 1st one tho! hehe

HONGJOONG

Jongho called the leader once again, even waved in front of his face but still nothing. "Is he ignoring me?" He asked San. His friends shrugged. "He's lost in his thoughts. And he's probably really far away from here." "HYUNG!" Yelled Jongho in the leader's ear. His brain finally reconnected to the reality. "The hell-" "It's been 2 minutes since I'm trying to get your attention." Said Jongho, a bit pissed. "What's going on?" He grabbed his phone, hoping to see any notification. "We need to go back practicing." "Ah.... then I'll join in 2 minutes. I need to call someone." He said, leaving the room. "What on the earth is going on with him?" Whispered San. "No idea." Replied the maknae. Hongjoong went to the restroom, the most far away from the practice room, just to be sure that nobody will bother him. "Okay, please babe pick up." He begged quietly plugging his Air Pods on. [“Hello, it’s the girl who always chosen after her boyfriend’s career. What can I do for you?”] At least you didn’t lose your humor sense.

[“Babe I’m sorry.”] Apologized Hongjoong. [“You are sorry for what exactly?”] [“For ruining the intimate moment, we were about to share.”] [“And?”] Hongjoong rolled his eyes. Good thing for him you weren’t able to see it. [“And to always let my career pass before you.”] [“And?”] You repeated. Your boyfriend was confused for a second. He ignored for what he needed to apologize. [“And... and...”] he stuttered. [“I don’t know.”] He heard a long and heavy growl coming from your side. [“Well. I guess it’s already more than fine.”] You claimed. [“What do you wanted me to say?”] He asked curiously. [“I don’t know... maybe something like ‘to apologize, I’m coming right now and for sure tomorrow you won’t be able to walk’.”] You said, imitating his voice. [“Are you on your period?”] Asked Hongjoong. He knew you so well that he immediately understands when you dirty talked to him, without even a simple stutter. You let a quick silence settle before finally say: [“Yeah.”] [“Then let’s wait a little bit longer then.”] He sneered. [“Coward.”] You replied. [“Love you too.”] [“Me too.”] [“So, we are good?”] He asked. [“Give me at least a hug and we will be good.”] You replied. [“See you tonight then.”] He smiled.

SEONGHWA

[“Hello! You are on Y/N’s voicemail I’m not av-”] Seonghwa growled and let his phone fall on the couch. “She’s not answering I guess.” Claimed Mingi. “No.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes. “She’s ghosting me since... 2 days now.” “Did you try to meet her at school?” “Yeah. I’ve waited 3 hours there. To finally remember that she’s on spring break.” “And at her apartment?” Asked Mingi. “Of course, Sherlock. But nothing.” Sighed Seonghwa. “It’s like she disappeared.” Mingi raised a brow. “She’s probably doing her own life.” The eldest member was suddenly hit by the reality. “Mingi you are a genius!” “Yeah, I know but why?” “We are Thursday!” Claimed Seonghwa, putting his shoes on. “Yeah and?” “Y/N is doing her laundry every Thursday evening! She might be there.” Seonghwa left the dorm so quickly that Mingi was still processing what just happened. “The beck is wrong with him...” Your boyfriend ran to the laundry shop which you are used to go. He prayed the whole way, that you would be sitting there, reading a book or watching a ton of TikTok while your clothes were washing. His heart missed a beat when he spotted you there. As fast as possible, he opened the door. “Babe!” “Hwa?” You raised a brow. “You came here to tell me how to wash my stuff?” Seonghwa ignored your question and turned around. He saw a cute grandma tidying her clothes. “Excuse me ma’am. But I will need you to leave quickly because I’m about to take my girlfriend, right here and right now.” “Seonghwa!” You yelled, outrageously. “Oh, it’s okay darling. I was young too.” Giggled the old lady. You grabbed your boyfriend by the wrist and guided him outside. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You asked, mad. “I want to apologize!” “Do you think it’s the right way to do it?” “I want to prove you that nothing can bother me to have sex with you now. Not a stain and not even an old grandma.” “And the CCTV?” You pointed at the camera fixed where you were standing 2 minutes ago. “I don’t mind having public.” He smirked. “You are unbelievable.” You sneered. “Does it mean you are forgiving me?” “Maybe.” You replied cockily while entering back inside. “Grr. I love when you play hard-to-get.” “What the hell happened to you Park Seonghwa.” You laughed happily.

YUNHO

Yunho was tormented. It was 3AM and he didn’t close his eyes for a second. He was staring at the white ceiling, trying to know how to resolve this situation. You didn’t talk to him after the little incident. Yunho understood why you were mad. He didn’t tell you the truth and the real reason behind his shyness. He glanced at you. The sheet was barely covering your back. He was about to put it right, but the little voice in his head claimed that it was a bad idea. So, he stared at the big spec between both of you. For sure, you could put a third person in the middle. Yunho sighed. What could you to be less mad? The reason of why he decided to stop earlier was because of the stress, not because you weren’t attractive enough. It was the opposite actually. He truly believes that you will think that is too dumb. Just because he’s scared of doing something wrong. Or worse hurting you. But more he was thinking, more it started to be overwhelming for him. “Y/N.” He whispered. “Hm?” You muttered sleepily. “Y/N.” “What? It’s 3AM.” You grunted, still not facing him. “I’m sorry for what happened this evening. I was terrified. I don’t want to do anything wrong with you.” He continued. “I really find you attractive. Even too much sometimes but... I want to have sex with you of course.” You couldn’t help but to smile secretly. His words were well chosen. All the insecurities you had earlier were vanished. Yunho stayed quiet for few seconds, waiting for you to say something, but instead you handed your hand, still facing the wall. He understood that it was an invitation to cuddle. “So, we are good now?” He asked, positioning behind you. “Yeah.” You replied, rubbing his hand which was resting on your stomach. “Cool.” He whispered, finally relaxing. “Thank you for telling me.” You said. “So... do you want to try it right now?” He shyly asked. “I’m tired Yunho.” You declined. “Sure. Okay. No problem.” He replied. “But can we change our position because you are waking up the ‘beast’?” You laughed when you felt his boner pocking on your butt. “Told you... you were too much attractive sometimes.” He giggled, blushing a bit.

YEOSANG

A new notification. But not coming from you. Yeosang was waiting for you to send a message like you usually do in the morning. But the next day after your little and stupid argument, you were remaining silent. “She should have sent a message already. It’s 10AM.” Said Yeosang, frustrated. “Just let her breath.” Sighed Jongho, playing PlayStation on the upper bed. “I didn’t send a text to her yet. She should be the one apologizing.” “Why?” “We are 2 making love. So? She can buy condoms for me too!” “You right.” Started Jongho. “But you should always have a pack or at least one, on you.” “On which side are you?” Growled Yeosang. “None. Your intimacy isn’t my business. But I just admitted that both of you are wrong.” Declared the maknae. “Since when are you so mature?” Sighed his friend. “I need someone who can tell that I’m right.” Jongho stayed quiet. He would never say something like this when knew he was 100% right. “And she would never buy one because she would be ashamed of it.” Added Yeosang. “The cashier doesn’t care. You are not the only one in the earth to buy one.” Replied Jongho. “We are going to see if you have the same speech when you’ll buy for yourself.” “I do already.” “W-wait what?” Just when Yeosang was getting curious, you entered the room like a storm. “Kang Yeosang!” You threw the plastic bag on him. “What th- ouch!” “Jongho, I will ask you to leave the room for an hour. Or 2.” You removed your jacket. Yeosang opened the bag and threw everything on the bed. His eyes widened when he saw a dozen condoms’ pack. “The hell Y/N-” “I bought exactly 12 packs to show that you don’t need to be ashamed about it and that no one cares.” Jongho exited the room completely flustered, but with a bigger esteem for you. “Okay now remove your pants.” You ordered, pulling out your hoodie. “Like? Right now? Not even a make out-” “It’s been 10 hours that I’m waiting.” “O-Okay.” Yeosang was a bit taken a back, but it was fast forgotten when you unclasped your bra.

SAN

You rolled on your bed once again. You were so frustrated and mad at San. The vein on your forehead couldn't stop popping out every time you remembered him picking up his phone. Angrily, you covered your entire face with a pillow. Desperately, you tried to erase of these thoughts. Just when you were finally finding some peace, the fire alarm resonated in your apartment. You jumped out of your bed and went straight to the kitchen. Instead of seeing a big fire, you saw San opening the window as wide as he could. "What is going on?!" You claimed, grabbing a chair. San was panicked as you, or even more. He was trying to push the smoke out of the room while wondering what you were doing. On your tippytoe, you pushed the button to stop this annoying and loud noise. "Thanks God." Sighed San, relieved. "The heck you are trying to do. Burn my apartment?" You turned off the stove. "I wanted to prepare a royal breakfast for you." He pouted, disappointed that his surprise failed. You looked around you, now that the smoke was slowly disappearing, you could see the entire mess in the kitchen. Flour was spread on every parcel of the counter, one or two eggs were smashed on the floor, milk was spilled on cupboard and an incredible number of dishes were stacked in the sink. "Yeah, that's the first time I make pancakes by myself." He scratched his head. "Choi San..." "I want to apologize for yesterday! But I wanted to do it right!" "Oh nice. So, you said 'to apologize to Y/N because I've completely ghosted her to talk with my teammate that I can see every day, I'll burn her apartment'?" "Babe! I'm really sorry." He apologized once again. "I will do everything you want for a week." "Everything?" You raised a brow, curious. "Yeah." "Okay, then start by cleaning your mess." You pointed at the counter. "After that let's clean the entire apartment." "Sure." He nodded. "After that... we will eat at our favorite restaurant. And you are going to pay." "Wow. Sex must be really important for you." Declared San, when the list didn't stop. "Never stop a horny woman." You warned him.

MINGI

["I'm parked in front of your building. Let's talk really quick."] You read this text message at least 10 times to be sure you understood well. It's been 2 days since the practice room accident. You only exchanged few messages but nothing more. You didn't mind giving him a proper answer. You just put your hoodie back on, and of course by "your" it means "his", and left the dorm, without warning your roommates. But honestly, by the way you went out, dressed like this, they could only assume that you were about to meet Mingi. Just when you got out of the building, you spotted your boyfriend's car, as he said, right in front of the door. You hesitated a second, but finally hoped in. "You should have wear something warmer. It's cold outside." He said instantly, when he saw your bare legs. "Good evening to you too Mingi." You greeted him sarcastically. "Do you drove here, just to scold me about my outfit?" "No, of course no." He whispered, looking right at the street in front of him. Since, a big and awkward silence settled. None of you wanted to say something, too afraid to tell something risky and lead one of you to be mad. It felt like walking on a really straight and thin line. You played nervously with the hem of the hoodie, which was barely covering your legs, you noticed. That's probably why he scolded you. For your own good. As always. "I'm sorry." You both apologized at the same time. You glanced at each other, surprised and giggled cutely. "I'm sorry." Insisted Mingi, grabbing your hand. "Me too." You smiled to him. "Sorry for almost crushing you with my weight." He added. "You did." "And sorry for almost make you bald." "You did it too." Mingi pinched your leg gently, happy to see that you were still bratty sometimes. "Ooookay! I'm kidding! I'm sorry for what I've said too. That's wasn't really nice." "Yeah, it wasn't." "Song Mingi-" "Soo..." you didn't have enough time to say anything that he started the car. "Where are we going?" You asked enthusiastically, putting your seatbelt. "Just want to bring you somewhere. So, we can talk about these 2 terrible days." "Oh, I thought you wanted to go in a Love Hotel." You joked. "That's the plan too." "I-"

WOOYOUNG

2 weeks since your argument but 4 weeks since you shared an intimate moment. You needed to admit that even a flick on your forehead would turn you on. You were so needy. But no way Wooyoung could know it. You tried your best to stay far away from him when sleeping, so you wouldn't end by griding your butt on him, desperately. Usually, Wooyoung was really touchy, and he would initiate a make out session the first one, but surprisingly, he only exchanged a peck or a hug from time to time. You spotted him covering his manhood, with a blanket sometimes. He would always pretext that he is cold. But you are not dumb. He takes shower way much longer than usual tooo. On his side, Wooyoung was really struggling to not give up the first one. He was barely looking at you. He knew that with only one shorty or croc-top, it was over for him. In conclusion, you were 2 idiots trying to suppress their arousal for each other, just because of an argument. "Do you want to watch a movie?" Offered Wooyoung. "Sure, and I know how much you like movies." You smirked. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and ignored your comment. Instead of insisting on the subject again, he played the first movie that appeared. It was a really nice and chill one until the main actress discovered the wild side of college. It started by a scene and then other one. Followed by 3 more. Inside Wooyoung was hoping that you wouldn't notice the form on his sweatpants. "What a movie huh." He laughed nervously. "Yeah." You nodded. "They are really getting it huh." "They are really liking these scenes." "They are really well made." He replied dumbly. "Maybe that's what they want." "Of course, everyone wants that." "Yeah. Everyone." You repeated. "Everyone." "You exchanged a quick glance. Wooyoung was finally the first one to give up. "Do you-" "Heck yes!" You replied. "You should have told me!" "No, I was too mad at you!" "Do you really want to argue again? Right now?" He asked. "No." "Okay then go because I'm going to explode!"

JONGHO

"I still don't understand how you ended here, right in front of my college." You raised a brow at Seonghwa and Yeosang. "We were just having a cool walk and unconsciously ended here." Replied Seonghwa, the most natural possible. "The campus is 30 minutes away from KQ Quarter. And 30 minutes with a car." "We had a pretty long walk, okay?" Replied Yeosang, nervously and almost aggressively. "Okay okay... relax dude." You rolled your eyes. "You should come with us a bit." Started Seonghwa. "There's a park next to the campus. Let's talk there few minutes." Added Yeosang. "You guys... are acting really strangely." You claimed. Without asking your authorization, they each picked your arm and brought you to the park. You could fight or ask them to leave you alone, they wouldn't. Seonghwa almost needed oo ask people to not all the police. "What the heck guys? I really need to study and-" You stopped right when you saw your boyfriend sitting peacefully in front of you. A big blanket and a bunch of food were cautiously set on the grass. "Hi babe." Smiled Jongho. "What is this?" You asked. "You prepared all of this?" "Yeah." He scratched his head. "I hope you like it." "And we helped." Whispered Yeosang. "Are you doing this because you said your coach's name when we were making out." "You what?" Almost chocked Yeosang. "Eeew, this is disgusting!" Added Seonghwa. "It was an accident!" He rolled his eyes. "An accident." You crossed your arms on your chest. "I'm really sorry baby. I swear it was only because I've worked with her few hours ago." Explained Jongho. "Anyway, it's not like she's sexy. She's 60 years old and so strict and rude." Said Seonghwa. "She is sexy." Said Yeosang. All of you stared at him. "I'm joking. Relax." He sighed. "Y'all ready need to chill sometimes..." "So do you want to spend an afternoon with me?" Asked the maknae. "Of course." You accepted happily. "Cool! Then sit here." He pointed at the comfy place settled between pillows. "Thank you, Mark." "Mark?" "I'm kidding!" You giggled. "1 point for me now." "Unbelievable." Smiled Jongho.

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 3 years

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Do you do Mafia fics??

I have a sub!mafia!JK suggestion: y/n finds out Jungkook is a Mafia (idk how- you can decide how) and likes the idea of this scary Mafia submitting to her.

There’s not a lot of fics like this out there.

I don't do full requests but I'm doing drabbles right now so I hope this will suffice ps I LOVE this idea and might well revisit it this got away from me and way too long so there's a cut lol

Warnings: smut, top fem reader, domme behavior, bondage, consensual hitting, degradation, blindfolding, sub Jungkook, uhhhh a little pet play? I am a sinner in the eyes of God and men

Jungkook

6:45 AM

He's always coming home late, always sneaking past you to the shower and you suspect there's someone else until you find a gun holster in his laundry.

He makes all kinds of excuses (target practice, protection), but when your lip starts to tremble, he tells you everything.

How he'd inherited a business, of sorts, and how it wasn't exactly above board but he assures you his father had never done anything awful like sex trafficking.

You sit with it for a moment, even head out to the balcony to think, but he follows you, all big brown eyes, not speaking but you can feel him waiting for an answer.

You finally turn to him, say his name softly, and he starts as if you'd yelled at him.

"I'll stay."

He lets out a long breath, opens his mouth but you clamp your hand over it.

"On one condition."

Jungkook has been in quite a few scrapes for someone so young, but he doesn't think he's ever been in a situation like this one.

You're straddling his lap and he's got his hands above his head. You've tied his wrists together with his belt with an exuberance and skill that almost frightened him.

His father had taught him that women were for fun or for marriage and Jungkook had assumed those things must be mutually exclusive due to his father's multiple mistresses.

He'd had a few girls for fun before you, but your sharp wit and sky smile made him wonder if his father had been wrong.

Falling in love with you hadn't been a choice he made, he'd just looked at you one day and known he wanted to look at you and touch you and love you as often as he could.

He'd never planned for you to find out who he really was, but now that he had, you have this fire in his eyes that makes his skin feel hot.

You talked to him about it before this, how you'd like to take the reins in bed but it had never actually happened.

You knew his hard limits and he knew yours after the time you'd already spent together, so at this point he feels there's nothing new to learn. He's beginning to think he's wrong about that, too.

Jeon Jungkook, feared mobster boss, is blindfolded with his own tie and tied with his own belt and at the mercy of his girlfriend. He can imagine the fall-out if any of his guys found out.

"You think you're tough," you say, your voice soft despite the cutting words. You roll your hips against him and he's already hard and naked beneath you. You're still clothed in a blouse and skirt, but Jungkook realizes you aren't wearing panties when your slick slips across him and a loud groan comes from the back of his throat.

"Loud," you scold, slapping his chest slightly.

He whines despite your scolding because your nails scrape against his nipple and it sends a wave of heat through him.

"Loud, bad boy," you scold, slapping him again on his other pec and he bites down on his lip not to make a noise again.

"Dirty," you continue. "You're dripping wet, you know that? Already."

Jungkook gasps in a breath. "Baby," he begs, and he doesn't even know what he's asking for other than more.

You strike him across the face, not hard, but enough to sting and he gasps again. He wonders why the pain makes him harder, why it makes his hips twitch under you, his heart race.

He thinks of fights he's been in, thinks of the adrenaline rush, and wonders if it's related before you guide his cock inside you without any warning and he can't think at all any more.

Your hand circles the base of his cock, tight, and you only let him about halfway, rocking your hips back and forth slowly, your breath coming faster.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" he cries out before you slap him again, stuff damp fabric into his mouth. He tastes you on it, realizes that it's your panties and tests the strength of the belt around his wrists in rapid fire.

He could break it, it'd be easy enough, and he wants to because he wants the spring coiling in his stomach to snap but he doesn't want to because everything you're doing feels so good, and because most of all, he wants to be good for you.

"Dogs don't speak until they're spoken to," you say, voice sharp now, and fuck, he's close even half inside you, biting down on the fabric so hard his jaw aches not to thrust up into you, not to make a sound.

It seems to be an hour before you stop rocking your hips, when you gasp out his name and finally let him all the way inside you and you pull your panties out of his mouth before bracing your hands on his chest.

"Think you're so big and bad, some scary mobster." A strike across his left pec, then when his hips buck involuntarily, across his right thigh.

Jungkook manages not to make a sound, muffling a whine in his throat. He's trembling all over, his balls aching, his jaw hurts from gritting his teeth, the skin on his chest and thighs and face sensitive from your blows.

He still doesn't want it to stop.

"You're just a dog," you snap. "A puppy willing to get whatever I give you."

Jungkook nods at this, his head fuzzy, tears pricking the backs of his eyes and he's thisclose to begging you to let him cum because you're still pulsing and hot around him.

Not being able to see you makes everything more intense and he can barely stand it.

Then you lean forward, brush your lips against his mouth and he parts his lips, thinking you must be kissing him but instead you drop a glob of spit into his mouth.

"You can swallow it when you cum," you order, and his head is spinning and all he can think about is being good, being your good boy.

You start to ride him in earnest and he fights the urge to cum until he can't, until he's crying out, tears spilling down his cheeks and spilling inside you.

As soon as he cums you lean down to kiss him, hard and dirty and then again, softer, again, pecks all over his face as his heart rate throws.

You untie him, take the blindfold off slowly and it's dark but he can see the outline of your face in the moonlight and he feels weird, floaty, almost drunk but it's nice, how you touch him, a cool cloth on his face, more kisses.

"Was I good?" Jungkook asks, almost slurred, and you tuck yourself under his arm, put your head on his chest.

"You were so good. I love you so much," you promise, and he tightens his arms around you.

Jungkook loves you too, loves you back so hard it might end up getting him killed, but he's not thinking of that now.

He's not thinking of anything but how you feel in his arms, how nice it is to drift off to sleep with you. How he'll let you tie him up and torture him for days if only you'll stay.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #drabble game 3000 #jungkook drabble #jeon jungkook x reader #btscreatorscorner #btswritersclub

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Hi!!!!!! Could I request a Bucky Barnes x reader? One where Bucky has grown his hair out insanely long due to being so busy and he never notices because he’s always putting it in a bun. Until he and the reader have a night alone ;) and they take his hair down only to realize how long it is, ending with Bucky racing to find scissors and chop his hair off back to his shoulders lol.

Omg yes! I love writing about Bucky and his luscious hair🥺 Thank you for the request love and being so patient, I’m so sorry it took so long! Happy reading💕

💌.

Hair Too Long

Warnings: a sprinkle of smut.

(Gif from Pinterest)

The amount of excitement and anticipation could be felt in his body as soon as he woke up. Bucky has never felt this way before, he just wanted to bounce off the walls from how jumpy he was feeling. You were finally coming home today. You have been away on almost a month’s long mission with Natasha, and you were finally coming back home today! Bucky had been at the tower with the rest of the team who weren’t on missions or were busy. He’s missed you terribly. His days seemed gloomier and the bed was lonely without you. Though it was quite embarrassing at how whipped he was for you, he could care less. Not only had he not been able to see you but he couldn’t even call or text you. He missed his babydoll. He missed your scent, your voice, your warm skin, even the way you would hog the blankets in the middle of the night. He couldn’t wait for you to come home. He just wanted to get in bed with you and hold you for as long as you’ll let him.

“Are they back yet?” Bucky entered the kitchen to be greeted by Steve and Sam. Sam was cooking breakfast while Steve used his IPad to look at the news. Sam spared a glance at Bucky but took a double take when he saw the super soldier’s attire.

“Um, no.” Sam slowly turned back to the pan, poking at the sizzling eggs.

Bucky had moved to sit beside Steve, who’s also noticed the way his friend was looking.

“Hey Buck, when was the last time you showered?” Steve kindly questioned his friend turning his iPad off.

“Or changed clothes?” Sam quickly added as he plated some bacon.

The two men weren’t oblivious to Bucky’s change of nature when you left for the mission. Bucky barely left his room, only leaving when he had to train, eat, or when someone needed him. Ever since you left for the mission he hasn’t joined Steve and Sam on their daily morning jog. He woke up late and would eat breakfast during lunchtime. Now here he was, long grown out hair sticking together due to the oil its collected over the last few days and wearing the same clothes he was wearing during the weekend. Today was Wednesday.

Bucky’s eyes panned at the two men in front of him, looking down at his clothes. “Uh, yesterday...”

“Bullshit.” Sam glared at Bucky before violently sliding a plate of eggs, bacon, and a stack of pancakes at him. Bucky turned his head to Steve who shook his head.

“I’m sorry Buck, but you’ve let yourself go ever since (y/n) left for her mission.” Steve shrugged as he took a piece of bacon from Bucky’s plate. Which earned him a smack on the wrist from Bucky’s bionic arm.

Steve yelped as he held his hands up in surrender, “It’s just an observation! Ever since she left you’ve been cooped up in your room every day. Buck, this is the most I’ve talked to you this whole month!”

Bucky sighed as he shoved a spoonful of scrambled eggs into his mouth, “Okay, maybe I have let myself go. I just miss her.” The dark haired man frowned at his bacon. You weren’t that big of a fan of bacon, instead you preferred sausage on the side of your eggs and pancakes.

Steve sent a look to Sam who just rolled his eyes at their lovesick friend.

“You know, if she ever finds out that this is what you become when she leaves, you’ll never hear the end of it.” Sam motions to Bucky’s clothes and hair.

“Would she really be mad?” Bucky asked the two.

“Punk, (y/n) wouldn’t want you to mope around like some lost puppy every time she leaves. Like, you could miss her, but you need to take care of yourself. You can’t always lock yourself in your room when she’s gone.” Steve advised him.

“Yeah and you can’t always forget to take a damn shower every time she leaves.” Sam muttered under his breath. Bucky grunted at him, roughly kicking Sam’s ankle under the table. Sam hissed as Steve continued to give Bucky advice.

“Listen, the quinjet comes back in an hour or two. If I were you I would take a shower, change your clothes, and clean your room before she gets here.” Bucky nodded along, agreeing with Steve’s suggestion.

“Maybe change the bedsheets too.” Steve added. Sam snickered, “I bet they stink.”

“Keep talkin’ and I’ll make sure your wings don’t work the next time we’re on a mission together.” Bucky threatened. He turned to Steve, “You’re right, she wouldn’t want to see me like this.”

Bucky stared at his food before quickly getting up, “I gotta take a shower.” With that he rushed out the kitchen and back into his room. Steve and Sam looked at the direction Bucky headed and heard his door slam shut.

“Man, he’s whipped.” Sam mused as he began to eat his breakfast.

~⏰~

Thirty or so minutes had passed and Bucky had already taken a shower. His hair was now soft and silky as it brushed past his shoulders, longer than it was when you left.

“Stupid sheets. Stay.” He demanded the dainty bedsheet underneath him. He was currently sprawled out on the bed, both knees keeping the corners of the bedsheet from sliding off. His arms flexed as his hands tried to get the ends of the sheets over the corners of the mattress.

The sounds of grunting and constant cursing caught Wanda’s attention. Curiously, she peaked her head into your and Bucky’s shared room.

“Do you need some help?” Bucky jumped when he heard her voice, causing the bedsheets to fly off the mattress. Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, sighing in frustration.

“I just want (y/n) to be comfortable when she comes back from her mission. I just want her to relax in bed cuddled in some new sheets, but NO. They just won’t stay!” He motioned to the pile of pillows, sheets, and comforter on the rug. The younger woman held a hand up at him.

“I know. Why don’t you toss those old sheets in the wash, I’ll make the bed.” Wanda ushered Bucky towards the dirty sheets as her hands began to glow red. He thanked her before gathering the sheets and making his way towards the laundry room.

While he was shoving the sheets in the washer, his hair kept getting in the way. The ends tickled at his face and got in the way of his vision. Patting down his pockets he felt for the round band that he kept in his pockets. When he found it, he bent down and gathered his hair into a ponytail. He got the band ready, twisting and twirling his hair until it looked like a donut. He secured the bun with a content noise before returning to the task at hand.

You had thought him how to make a bun. One day he saw you do it so effortlessly and wanted to learn so he can do it with his hair. It took many tries, but by now he felt like he finally nailed the perfect bun.

Bucky returned to his room to see the bed was fixed neatly. The pillows were set up in a way that looked like the ones on display at Macy’s and the sheets were smoothed out with not a single wrinkle in sight. He made a mental note to thank Wanda once again for fixing the bed. He looked at the time before cleaning up some random clumps of mess that caught his eye. When he was done he sat on the desk chair instead of the bed. Now all he had to do was wait.

~⏰~

“Mr. Barnes, the quinjet has arrived. Ms. (Y/n) has entered the building.” FRIDAY’s voice echoed in his room making him jump. Bucky hopped to his feet and took a quick glance at the mirror. He was sporting a five o’clock shadow and his hair was up in a man bun. A few stands had fallen out form the tie, causing him to redo his bun.

He rushed out his room, already hearing your soothing voice from down the hall. His loud footsteps can be heard from the kitchen causing the others to chuckle.

“Here he comes.” Sam snickered, nudging your shoulder.

“He’s been miserable since you left.” Wanda mentioned an amused look on her face. Suddenly, Bucky appeared from around the corner. His face lit up and his eyes were filled with joy as he practically charged at you. His thick arms wrapped tightly around your frame as his nuzzled his head into your neck.

From over Bucky’s shoulder you saw Steve smiling fondly at the two of you. You pressed a kiss to Bucky’s temple as you ran a soothing hand along the expanse of his back.

“Hi honey, how’ve you been?” The sound of your soft voice made Bucky sigh in content. He was glad to finally hear your voice and to actually hold you. The feeling of you brought him comfort. You were like his safety blanket and now that you’re back, he felt as though nothing bad can happen in the world.

“I miss you, doll.” He replied quietly so only you can hear. You pulled back and took a look at him. You’ve noticed his beard was coming back and his hair was up in a bun. His hair was neatly pulled back, allowing you to get a good look at his face. You smiled at his hair, pulling onto his hand.

“Well I’m here now, you don’t have to miss me anymore.” You led him down the hall and back into his room. Bucky followed you without any protests. You entered the room, the neat bed catching your eye.

“Who helped you with the bed?” You ask him. Bucky shuts the door behind him before making his way to you and taking the duffel bag from over your shoulder. He places it on the floor before pulling you flush against his warm and cozy chest.

“Wanda saw me struggling and ya’ know.” He made a goofy face making motions with his hands that mimicked Wanda’s. You chuckle, understanding what he meant.

You breathed in his scent. The smell of his shampoo entering your senses. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tiptoed. Bucky noticed what you were doing and bent down, making his lips closer to yours.

One of his giant hands cup your cheeks as he takes a moment to take in your features once again. Nothing had changed, you were still beautiful. Except for a small scratch along the apple of your cheek, he frowns at it as his thumb brushes over the healing scab.

“What happened here, doll?” His voice is low as his plush lips press gently against the scratch.

“Hand to hand with one of the punks that work with Jasper. Almost had my eye poked out.” You joked, causing Bucky to send you an unamused look.

“Hey, that doesn’t matter. I’m here, right? I just want to be with you right now.” You mumble against his lips. He hums before crashing his lips onto yours for the first time in weeks. Your lips move in synch while your hands grip at each other.

Pulling away for air you shrug off your sweater, “Wanna take this to the shower? I could use one.”

“I mean, we’d be saving water together, so sure. Anything that helps the planet.” He jokes. You pull off your shirt, pants, and boots, leaving you in your undergarments. You walk into the connected bathroom to see that Bucky had started the shower. There was some light steam coming from the water and you just couldn’t wait to hop into it.

Bucky presses himself behind you as you enter the shower. You feel his length against your backside as he presses scattered kisses onto your shoulders and the back of your neck. You moan as his hands wrap around your front, his hands enveloping around your breasts and squeezing them.

“Baby, missed you so much.” You turn in his arms and you’re stunned to see his hair still in a bun.

“Buck, why’s your hair still up?”

“I forgot to take it down.” He quickly pulls the tie from his hair and throws it out the shower. You run a hand through his dark locks, admiring how long it’s gotten since you’ve been gone.

“It’s so long.” You giggle as Bucky shakes his head to ruffle his hair. A toothy grin is on his face as he pulls you close again.

“You like it?”

“Yeah I do.” You muse before pressing your lips together again.

The two of you get frisky in the shower. The heat of the shower competing with the heat of your aching core. Your back was pressed against the cool tiles of the shower while Bucky held you up, your legs wrapped around his slender waist.

Bucky groans for the tenth time when his hair gets in the way once again. The hair getting tangled in yours and Bucky’s lips. Bucky sighs when he pushes his wet hair back again, not understanding how yours was staying in place. He suddenly places your feet back to the shower floor and opens the glass door.

“I can’t with this shit.”

“What are you doing?” You peak your head out of the shower to see him, butt naked with everything hanging out, as he rummages through a drawer. He pulls out silver scissors and gathers his hair into a pony tail. Before you can protest against his actions, the scissors snip at his hair. A chunk of his hair falls to the floor.

Bucky looks at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair. He nods at himself, happy with the new length. His hair stopped right above his shoulders, back to how it was before you left.

“Bucky—“ You’re about to say something but Bucky is already hopping back into the shower and pinning you against the wall.

“Now, I could finally show you how much I missed you without my hair getting in the damn way.” His shoves his head into your neck, sucking and nipping harshly at the skin. The troubles of his hair long forgotten now that his focus was on you and only you.

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Omg okay uh... Nasty stalker Bakugou breaking in to his darling's home only for them to come home early to see their yandere in their room, laying in their bed. Bakugou's surprised but smug, deciding now's a better time than ever to take them away

Titled “Bakugou coming to terms with the fact he’s a nasty, nasty man.”

Prelude - this is trash. I am trash. I’ve been stuck for a bit with requests and getting motivation to write, but I’m trying to work through it and so we have this. ANEEWAYZ Anon, this is an awesome request and made me p hornee, 10/10

Prompt - at the toP

Pairing - Bakugou X Reader

Warnings - NSFW, non con, cunnilingous. No penetration. Bakugou got a HUGE scent kink lol sorry

Music - no <3

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Bakugou was disgusted with himself.

Here he was, a good looking male, and he was spending his free time breaking into a woman’s apartment for the hundredth time. Is it even considered “breaking and entering” if he had a key? It was a stolen key, and Bakugou knew he would still be thrown into jail if the object of his affections ever found out just how often he chose to “visit” without permission.

Yet he couldn’t stop himself from coming back.

Turning the (stolen) key in the lock, the blonde pushed the door open, glancing towards the neighboring apartment doors before he stepped inside. It would be no good if your neighbors saw him sneaking in - they might ask you about your “new man,” and you’d get suspicious.

Bakugou wiped his shoes on the welcome mat, quietly slipping them off and placing them on the bottom shelf of your shoe rack. He knew it was stupid, but he liked to pretend that he was coming home from work, about to slip into bed with you and feel you in his arms as you kissed him hello. Unfortunately, the reality had you still at work, making and serving fancy coffee at the little cafe you worked in, and Bakugou was nothing more than a creep, fantazing about a woman that had done little more than take his order.

Did you even know he existed? Bakugou thought you might; he did come to the cafe every Wednesday morning, sat in the chair that allowed him to see the staff as they worked. It would be hard to miss his presence, considering the scene he had caused on one of his coffee runs. A man had bumped into you as you were placing Bakugou’s coffee on the table, causing you to spill it everywhere (including on Bakugou’s lap, which had fuckin’ hurt, the liquid being hotter than the surface of the sun). Before you could even take a breath to apologize, Bakugou was on his feet, verbally attacking the man that had stumbled into you.

He really ripped into the stranger, not hesitating to use every insult he knew to demean the man for jostling you. Bakugou knew his personality was abrasive and that he had a short temper, but seeing someone touch you so casually and cause you an unnecessary hardship had him angrier than normal. By the time Bakugou was done yelling, the man was beet red, sweating, apologizing profusely to both Bakugou and you for causing any inconvenience.

The look you had given Bakugou as the man left made his heart squeeze. Your eyes were blazing, fists clenched as you stared the blonde down, mouth set in a way that made your lips jut out in a frown.

“Sir, there was no reason to yell at that poor man. It was an honest mistake that I could’ve easily handled.”

Bakugou was shocked.

“Yeah, a fucking “mistake” alright. Motherfucker didn’t even think to apologize before I said anything.” “I don’t need a white knight. Sit down and leave it be, or else I’ll have no problem kicking you out.”

You had been so bossy and confident, Bakugou reluctantly sat down, grumbling about his burnt junk while you went to grab napkins to clean up the spill.

From then on, the blonde watched you like a hawk, enjoying the way you chewed out rude customers or made crude jokes with your coworkers when you thought no one was listening. He was hooked, baited by your personality into learning more about you. However, he knew that you probably wanted nothing to do with him, knew that you would probably laugh in his face if he asked for your number.

So he resorted to this.

As humiliating as it was, as wrong as he knew it to be, Bakugou enjoyed being in your apartment. Everything smelled like you, he was able to figure out your favorite snacks and dishes, got to see what you liked to read.

The first few times he followed you home from the cafe, he told himself he was doing it for your own safety. You had such a smart mouth, lots of customers had been miffed by the way you called attention to their rudeness. It wouldn’t take much for one of them to follow you home, try to put their hands on you. When it slowly evolved into the man breaking into your apartment, Bakugou told himself that it was just out of curiosity, even though deep down he was aware of a more sinister reason.

Even when the man went looking for your underwear drawer, he denied the action to himself, refused to think about what it meant or think about it for more than a few seconds. He refused to hold himself accountable for his feelings, nor for his actions.

He was swimming in a sea of denial, letting his impulses and desires guide him.

Consequences? That word wasn’t in his vocabulary when it came to his dealings with you.

What could the repercussions be? You were never home when he visited, you never knew he had been there, you never noticed him at work, never even acknowledged his existence. There had been no sign that you were aware of him following you home, following you to the store, following you to the mall. At this point, Bakugou was resigned to the fact that you would probably never notice him.

And if you did, so what? He easily had the means to take you away, keep you from ever revealing his “hobby” to the world (the more the man thought about it, the more the idea appealed).

Consequences be damned, Bakugou Katsuki did what he wanted to.

That’s why he allowed himself to go through your closet, look at your clothes and imagine you wearing them. He looked through your shoes, admiring your choices in fashion. He looked through your bathroom, noting what soaps you used and the skincare that littered the counter, the color of your toothbrush and the perfume that you saved for special occasions.

Bakugou’s favorite thing to do in your apartment was also the most shameful. It had started after a bad day, when he was already frustrated and heated. He had stormed into your apartment, and was too worked up to find the space as calming as it usually was. Bakugou had stomped towards your bedroom, wanted to bury his face in your pillows and breathe in your scent, forget about the stress of life. When he had tripped over the pile of dirty clothes in the doorway, he almost had a fit before realizing that the light blue lace on the top of the pile were your dirty panties.

His brain whispered that it was a good idea, so he acted upon his impulses and snatched them, proceeding to climb onto your bed and jack off.

Now it was a regular occurrence, him rooting through your laundry basket to find your latest pair. You were good about your laundry, so sometimes he had to settle for picking through your underwear drawer, which was notably less satisfying. Bakugou couldn’t figure out why until he thought about it for a second, coming to a riveting conclusion as he pressed your panties close to his face.

He liked the smell of you.

The man didn’t get to think about it further than that, already too worked up to do anything but pull his cock free, press your panties to his face, and fist his cock like it was the last time he’d ever get to touch himself.

Some days he would use your panties to stroke himself, bring himself to orgasm thinking about you and your body and the things he’d like to do to it. Other day’s he’d bunch your panties in his fist and press them against his face while he laid down on your bed, and he’d jerk himself off while taking in your scent.

Recently, he’d taken to spreading your panties on one of your pillows, before burying his nose into the fabric. He’d lay on his stomach and pump his cock, imagining that you were actually there, that his nose was buried in your pussy. Sometimes he’d get so lost in the fantasy that he’d start humping the bed, caught up in the smells assaulting his senses, the sensation of the bedspread dragging along his swollen cock.

Today was one of those days where he was keyed up and just wanted to get off, bask in the cradle of your scent as he did so. So the second he entered your apartment, he was beelining for your bedroom, cock already half-hard in his pants. He was delighted to see that your laundry basket seemed fuller than yesterday, meaning that there was a fresh pair of panties that you had discarded there this morning.

He wanted to pat himself on the back for his observational skills when a quick search brought him anew pair of your dirty panties. As he headed to the bed, unbuckling his belt with one hand, he noticed that these were new, a pale pink fabric that was impossibly softer then your other pairs. Bakugou knew he wouldn’t be long today, felt like he was bursting already. It took hardly any time to get himself situated, the movements easy and familiar after having done this dozens of times already. He let his hips drop to the bed, bringing his hands up to clutch at the pillow he had laid your panties on, imagining it to be the softness of your legs he was burying his fingers into. Bakugou buried his face into the crotch, breathing deeply through his nose as he slowly started to work his hips, the friction on his cock feeling delicious.

Bakugou was so worked up, so immersed in his fantasy that the clattering sound of dropped objects almost made him yelp, the blonde man turning his head to the side to glare at whatever had made the noise. He was so close, wanted to tip over the edge of orgasmic bliss and lie there with his face pressed to your panties for a bit before he had to clean up. How dare your neighbors thump on the wall, cause something to fall while he was busy masturbating on your bed.

His breath stuttered as his eyes settled on your figure, frozen in the doorway.

His hips stopped moving.

You shouldn’t have been home this early.

—— There was a man on your bed.

There was an attractive man on your bed, you noted as he turned his head towards you.

There was an attractive man on your bed, sniffing your panties. You could see the pink fabric strewn across your pillow, right where the man had previously had his face. Had he been… sniffing your underwear?

If you could’ve managed not to drop your phone and keys in shock at seeing a strange man on your bed, you would be able to dial 911 before he could get up. As it stood, you were frozen in shock.

Thankfully, the man was too, doing nothing but blinking and breathing heavily. “Who the fuck are you?” You were always one to speak your mind, but in this situation, you wished you were able to act with more tact. The man blinked at you slowly, reaching his hand underneath him to - “Oh my god, your dick is out.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” His gruff voice responded.

“I don’t know who your are, but you need to get out. Get out now or I’m calling the police.”

The man grunted as he tucked his still-hard dick back into his pants, slowly rising to his knees, moving towards the edge of the bed.

“Hey! I said you need to fucking leave. I’m - I’m gonna - “ You snatched your phone off the floor, watching the man freeze as you held it up. “- call the police. Get out of my apartment.”

“Calm the fuck down, what the fuck d’ya think I’m doing, huh dumbass?” He held his hands up, carefully stepping off your bed. “I gotta move past you to get to the damn door, idiot.” You wanted to smack yourself. The man had a point. He seemed to be gearing to leave, trying to appear non-threatening as he inched towards you and the bedroom door. It occurred to you that you should move to the side so he wouldn’t touch you while he exited your bedroom. You hoped he couldn’t see the way your hand shook holding your phone. You put up a tough front, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel fear

“Okay, hurry up then.”

The blonde man nodded, lowering his hands as he began walking normally, watching you move to the side of the door.

You tried to memorize his face, make sure you’d be able to describe him to the police later after you were safely alone in your apartment, door locked and reinforced with a chair-

The man tackled you to the floor, his hands wrapping around the back of your head to cushion it against the hardwood. He had taken advantage of your rambling thoughts, using your distracted state to strike when he had slunk closer in the guise of reaching the door.

You acted on instinct, immediately trying to knee the man the second you caught your breath, reaching up to claw at his face. You were in the process of going for his eyes, intending to dig in until he was screaming, but the next thing you knew you were being lifted into the air, given a giant bear hug that trapped your arms against your sides.

“Let me go! Let me go!!” You shrieked, uselessly kicking your legs against his shins. He had you pressed to his chest in a crushing hug, and the angle offered you no leverage to inflict any damage.

“Fuck, knew you were a feisty little shit. You smell so goddamn good.” He had his face buried in your hair, and you could feel the rise of his chest as he inhaled deeply.

You were thrown on the bed, the man immobilizing you by sitting on your abdomen before you had the chance to even sit up. With a gleeful grin, he started pulling at your shirt, ripping it over your head with ease. He ignored your ear-splitting “No!” As he did the same to your bra, his calloused hands warm where they met your skin. You hit at his sides, but he hardly reacted.

Rearranging himself so he was facing your feet, the man began working on your pants, laughing as you kicked and squirmed.

“See, this is why I fuckin’ like you so much. Got so much fight in you, won’t go down without a little bit of work.”

Your pants were removed, then your panties, which you saw the man shove in his pants pocket. It was impossible to stop him when he turned back to your head, taking his own shirt off in the process. No wonder he was hard to fight, he was incredibly ripped, fit in every sense of the word.

The man grabbed your shirt and stuffed it in your mouth, wrapping the sleeves around your head and using them to tie the fabric firmly into a makeshift gag, effectively muffling your cursing.

As you reached up to pull it off, the man manhandled you again. He scooted back and grabbed your arms, placing them under his knees, locking his feet together into a butterfly stretch. He bent your lower half over, your knees almost touching your chest as he scooted closer, lifting your head up so he could lay it gently on his feet.

You were essentially folded in half, the man trapping your arms with his legs, your butt resting against his naked chest, his face above your exposed pussy. No matter how your thrashed or wiggled, you couldn’t break free. The man knew how to completely immobilize someone within seconds, and it scared you to no end.

You were screaming behind the gag, throat starting to hurt as you refused to quit fighting, no matter how futile it was. The man pressed his face down to your pussy, wrapping an arm around your waist to hike you up closer to his face as he inhaled, making you yell profanities behind the gag. What he was doing was gross, scary; blood was starting to rush to your head and you were so tense you thought you might blackout.

Amidst your panicked breathing, you noticed the man had paused, was staring down at you while he himself breathed heavily. You wished he wouldn’t - each breath he exhaled sent a warm puff of air across your pussy, causing your body to involuntarily clench.

“If you’d stop making so much goddamn noise, I might not have to be so rough. I get it though, you don’t know me. ‘M Bakugou.” He offered, red eyes boring into your skull. You seethed, before spitting out a “Fuck you.”. It was muffled, but the man understood your meaning, chuckling darkly. “Yeah yeah, we might get to doing that shit later.”

You yelled, only to gasp as the man suddenly buried his face into your pussy, nose pressing against your clit. He started licking immediately, warm tongue wet and textured against your slit.

It felt good.

You didn’t want it to.

The hand that wasn’t wrapped around your waist was fumbling against your back, between you and Bakugou. You were too focused on what was happening to your cunt to realize that the blonde was taking his dick out again, tenderly massaging the drooling head as he breathed in your pungent scent.

Bakugou was in heaven, lapping at your juices and inhaling your natural musk. He wished he could stay here forever, holding you close as he made the both of you feel good.

He groaned into your pussy, fisting his cock faster as he plunged his warm tongue inside your hole, wiggling the muscle and scraping at your walls. You twitched, your hips trying to rock back to chase the sensation even though your mind was screaming for them to still. Bakugou brought his tongue out, before thrusting is back in, essentially fucking you with his wet tongue.

It was humiliating, terrifying as you watched him, his red eyes slitted and clouded with lust as he drank in your scared whimpers, the man liking when your eyes squeezed shut when he did something with his tongue that you found particularly pleasurable. With a lewd squelch, the man stopped tongue-fucking you, moving to flick at your clit with the muscle, rubbing it back and forth in an agonizingly good motion.

With a muffled wail, you came.

Bakugou sped up the hand around his length, pumping himself furiously as he lapped at you through your orgasm, making you writhe with pleasure. He moaned as he reached his own orgasm, warm cum shooting from his cock to paint your back.

It was only when you started to squirm from oversensitivity did Bakugou stop mouthing at your pussy. He laid his head against your thigh, still huffing and nuzzling at your pussy like a dog trying to scent.

You felt so disgusting.

Trying to kick at Bakugou was useless in this position, especially with how weak you were from orgasming but you still tried your best before his hands gripped your thighs tightly.

“Don’t get fuckin’ testy with me now.” He leaned closer, smiling at you darkly. “You don’t gotta worry, imma fuck you real good before I take your ass home.”

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