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hiraya-rawr · 2 years
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Loyalties 03
( Diluc x Fatui Reader ) Mini Series
synopsis !! trapped to be interrogated for distributing delusions, you find yourself torn between loyalty to the Fatui and love for Diluc.
note !! this was a rather difficult chapter to write during my personal break maybe because I couldn't find myself properly setting the mood; anywaay here we go!
contains !! gn reader, implied torture, dark themes, hurt/comfort, alcohol consumption, manipulation
ch.01 || ch.02 || ch.03 || ch.04
— Favonius Cathedral, City of Mondstadt
"Normally, I wouldn't question your methods, but this was quite the save, wasn't it, sir Kaeya?"
Sweet and light sounding, Lisa greets the Cavalry Captain the minute he stepped out of the looming Cathedral doors, with one manicured hand stretched out to him. "I was just about ready to doubt you when the seizures started. Just how did you find out that the children would be fine?"
Kaeya smiles back, offering his arm out for her to hold as they walk down the Cathedral steps.
Of course he's caught her attention. The prodigy and most distinguished graduate of Sumeru Academia was unable to find a cure; yet, a mere Cavalry Captain ordered a risky 'hypothesis' that not only saved lives, but also opened new doors to investigating Delusions and their side effects
He could answer the question but that would warrant too much of an explanation— with information he had no right to divulge (as of now, he promises, because Kaeya Alberich does not hold back on betrayal).
"I'm surprised to see you out and about, Miss Lisa. Do you have business in the Cathedral?"
He's deflecting the question. Lisa is completely aware of it, yet she continues to smile. Alright then, there are more important matters for now, she thinks.
"As a matter of fact, I was searching for my sweet, little Razor. I thought he would be here with that boy. . . Bennett, was it?"
"Perhaps you're better off visiting the Adventures' Guild for them." Kaeya suggests.
"I thought so as well, but I've heard of Bennett's um– apparent propensity for misfortune. I was worried that," Her voice softens, "With the Fatui offering out Delusions to children, the two might have stumbled into some trouble."
Kaeya nods as Lisa releases her hold on his arm. The librarian had only been worried. "I see. . . Unfortunately, I haven't a clue as to where Bennett or Razor could be. Outrider Amber might know."
"I suppose I'll check with her. . . Are you heading to the Headquarters as well, sir Kaeya?"
He shakes his head, "No, I'm off duty as of now so I figured I'll have a drink or two in Angel's Share."
That's an excuse. He needs to check if the Darknight Hero successfully ended the delusion trade (definitely not to check on his brother's mental state, right?).
Lisa lights up, "Ah! If you meet (Name) there, would you mind asking them about Razor as well? We often have tea together, they might have an idea where he is– or perhaps they've been with Razor all along. That boy does so admire them."
Had it not been for Kaeya's proficiency in keeping a mask, he would have flinched at the mention of your name. It hasn't even been two days since you were taken, and news in Mondstadt spreads slow. He wonders what Lisa -or Razor- would think if they knew what he did. That you're strapped to a chair in a private yet isolated Ragnvindr property. Would they be horrified? For you or against you? What would they think of him?
Not that it matters. Kaeya Alberich cares little for those who hurt his family.
Heh, he truly is no better than the Fatui.
"I'll inform you if I find the kids. Don't worry so much— for all we know, the Darknight Hero might've handled it already." Kaeya grins, waving Lisa away as he heads downtown.
— Angel's Share, City of Mondstadt
The tavern was as lively as always; perhaps a little too lively tonight with almost twice as many patrons crowding the first floor. Kaeya was quick to find out why from a stray knight.
"Master Diluc has blocked the entire second floor. As for why he did it. . . Who knows? Perhaps he's expecting some important guests. He didn't say."
Ignoring the "Do Not Enter" sign hanging from a chain on the staircase, Kaeya leaps over it with ease and climbs the stairs. He isn't sure what to expect; did Diluc perhaps invited suspects of the Delusion trade? Did a high-ranking Fatui offer a deal or a contract that needed further discussion? Whatever it is, Kaeya will be sure to assist his big brother the vigilante no matter what the situation.
What he didn't expect was to see Diluc collapsed on a corner table, a glass of wine in hand and several bottles surrounding him. Kaeya's jaw laxes at the sight.
What. The. F*ck.
Upon closer inspection, Kaeya notices the littered bottles were full. Every single one save for the opened fire whiskey on the table.
"Snezhnayan alcohol? Really? And here I thought you'd despise anything from that place." He sighs, settling himself across from the man whose face was buried between his arms on the table. "So you barred everyone from half the tavern space just so you could get wasted in peace?"
Kaeya's tone is light, if not teasing, but there's an undertone of distaste at the wine tycoon's actions.
How could Diluc allow someone to affect him this much? You'd think the redhead would've learned his lesson about betrayal before you came along.
"Are you even conscious?" Kaeya reaches out to poke Diluc's scalp, earning a groan. The cryo user rubs a hand over his face, honestly, this was so unnecessary.
"Here I was worrying about how the delusion trade. To think you went ahead and started drinking. Didn't you think I would like that as well? If not more than you?" He rambles, eyeing the fluff of red hair on the table. There's a muffled sound escaping it.
". . -urts. . . "
"Pardon?"
Diluc finally looks up from his folded arms, red eyes on Kaeya's own. It's redder than usual, outlining his eyes. Had he been crying?
The expression on his older brother's face. . . it's heartbreaking.
"I didn't think it would hurt this much, Kae," Diluc whimpers.
It's a sound that seems so soft and vulnerable, like he was nine years old again, crying good bye to a hollowed turtle shell as Kaeya held the lampgrass flowers. It only made the cavalry captain churn in contempt. How could you do this to Diluc?
Kaeya selfishly wonders if he's a little lower on Diluc's hate list now.
He also wonders if he went too easy on you.
Kaeya, unable to confront Diluc's hurt, decides to change the subject. ". . . Lisa is looking for (Name). It's only a matter of time before she gets suspicious. I suggest we make a report to Jean before word gets out of their disappearance."
"Like. . . admit it?" Diluc looks on desperately. Kaeya doesn't recognize the emotion.
"Admit what?"
"That they're Fatui? Admit that to Jean?"
Kaeya raises an eyebrow, "Yes?" his visible eye then narrows, "Don't tell me you plan to keep this under wraps? You're— you're protecting them?"
Diluc clenches his jaw.
"No."
Then,
"It's not that. It's not the time—" Diluc sighs, sitting straight before alcohol sways him, his stance losing balance while sitting. "Don't report to Jean."
"Diluc." Kaeya tsked.
"Kae."
". . . Fine. Not yet." Kaeya stands up, swiping a full bottle from the table to settle under his arm. "But eventually. And if you won't do it, I will." He turns to leave before a voice calls out to him again.
Kaeya faces Diluc, whose eyes are anywhere but on him.
"You said. . . you think I'd despise everything from Snezh." Diluc starts slowly, "I don't." He says, then in a quieter voice, "I can't. Can't despise everything from that place."
Kaeya frowns before turning on his heel, leaving the redhead alone.
The rim of a glass bottle settles on your lips and you mouth it willingly. Instead of alcohol like you'd expect, it's water. Almost warm to drink.
You blink. Eyes trailing up the gloved hand to see a redhead looking down on you. Diluc's expressionless face looks back but doesn't make eye contact.
"I'm. . ." You mumble, everything about this feels strange. It feels like warmth, it feels comforting, "I'm still in the basement, aren't I? Still strapped to that chair?"
Diluc nods.
Thunder roars outside. Whether you're too worn out to or too out of it to acknowledge the fear, you don't flinch at the sound.
"Kaeya is drafting a report on you. You'll be branded as a spy to Mond publicly. You wouldn't be allowed back again." He says nonchalantly. You remain silent.
You'll be a Persona Non Grata to Mondstadt. Unwelcomed in the Nation of Freedom.
A bowl of onion soup is pushed in front of you. You realize he's trying to feed you.
"You'll need to eat. It'll be a while before Jean gets the report. While waiting, we still have questions for you." He sounds impassive, almost cold. You allow yourself to nod as a spoonful is raised towards you.
Another rumble of thunder shakes the room. It must be a basement, judging by the way the walls shake.
Diluc places the bowl aside and walks away. He climbs the stairs and he shuts the door close. You realize he left it open when he entered.
He returns to yoyr side and thunder rumbles again, much quieter this time by the closed door.
Does he remember? Does he care? You don't dare ask.
In the quiet of the room and his spoonfuls of soup, he mutters;
"What is your mission?"
Before quickly replacing the interrogative question.
"Why me?"
Yes, why him? Infiltrate Mond and be the backbone of the Delusion trade was the mission. You played the role of an insider, bonding with merchants and understanding the innermost trade routes of the nation. It just so happens that alcohol circulated the most, making it easier to understand the market flow.
It didn't need to be him, yet you found yourself needing him.
"It didn't have to be you." You mutter in truth.
"But it was me. Why?" He asks again, sitting straighter now, "(Name), I want to try and understand—" why did you love?
You don't understand the question. To you, it was simple. You had a job to do and you met someone great while doing it. Betrayal was secondary to things like the Tsaritsa's will or love. Surely, Diluc would understand?
But Diluc came from the land of freedom. He doesn't bend to the will of Barbatos who racks up a tab in his own tavern. He doesn't take well to betrayal, not after what the knights did (what Kaeya did, what the Ordo did).
Diluc does not understand that.
When you don't reply, he settles for another question. Because he's learnt that questions are better than drawing your blade first (he should have done the same for his little brother. He knows better now.)
"Was anything true?"
Did you love him? was the question on his tongue but too afraid to say.
You bite your lip.
"If there's anything. . . anything you have to believe about me," You say slowly, carefully, "It's my feelings for you."
His eyes meet yours as you continue.
"But there are forces much bigger than us in this world, Diluc."
A flash of hurt crosses his face before it settles into something unreadable. The rest of the soup is eaten quietly.
"I really don't think we should be here."
"Shhh. Smells. Blood."
You stir, hearing footsteps on creaky wood and two boyish voices. One whiny, the other alert.
"That's even more of a reason! W-what if there's. . . ghosts?"
"Razor will protect friend Bennett."
"Why don't we just leave?"
"Shhh!"
They're closer now, the first step on the staircase. You snap awake, looking around the room to see Diluc and Kaeya gone. How long were you passed out?
"Person. Blood." Razor's voice points out from the stairs and you know he sees you. Bennett all but shrieks—
"G-ghost! Let's get out of here, Raz—"
"(Name)?" Razor tilts his head, recognizing your smell.
"What?" Bennett blinks.
"(Name)!" The wolf boy rushes down the stairs and you hold your breath. They don't know, do they? Did Kaeya pass the report to Jean? Has it been announced yet?
Judging by their frantic concern, you suppose not.
"B-bennett? Razor?" You exhale, glad to have had something to eat prior otherwise you wouldn't have had the strength to talk.
"Mx. (Name)!" Bennett rushes up to you, hands going over the restraints on your limbs. He doesn't hesitate to figure out how to remove them. Razor whimpers at the sight of you.
"(Name). Hurt?"
"Why— Who did this to you?" Bennett summons the power of pyro, the chain breaking under its pressure. It's impressive how someone so unlucky controls his flames.
"I'm alright," You reassure them and try to mean it, racking your brain for a logical excuse, "The Fatui might come back. We have to go." Finally freeing your wrists and massaging them. The skin around it is raw and painful.
A smaller version of Bennett's burst appears on the ground of your feet. Energy courses through you and you feel the skin healing, along with your fatigue and other wounds. You sigh in relief.
"Those bad guys! We have to report this to the knights!" Bennett says quickly, "They're not gonna get away with this!"
"Miss Lisa help. Knights help!" Razor nods as quickly, helping you up on wobbling legs. They don't notice your silence as you climb the stairs and exit the building to Wolvendom. The basement must be part of the Dawn Winery's storehouse.
The sun is setting, you guess you're approaching your third day of capture.
"How were you captured? What did they do to you? What about Master Diluc–?" Bennett rambles on.
"Why capture..?" Razor mutters from behind you, softer. You know he's more curious than suspicious. He wouldn't assume anything bad of you.
You think of your position. You don't know if you've been ousted, you aren't sure where to go from Mond— what you do know is there's a Fatui outpost by Springvale functioning under legal jurisdiction.
You look at the boys. Bennett continues to ramble how this shouldn't have happened and turning to the adults, while Razor growls about protecting those he care about.
You think of your mission.
Distributing delusions for the Tsaritsa.
Teenagers asking for power.
Ambition.
"Bennett, Razor, would you two come with me?"
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note !! I understand that I ended this with a pretty big plot diversion, but don't worry! the fic still focuses on diluc and reader's relationship :) next chapter would be the final chapter where everything falls into place!
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character analysis / notes !! im so glad to know kaeya and diluc's canon relationship seems to fit in here. after studying their characters again, i feel like kaeya would be more law abiding in scenarios like this, wanting to be transparent with jean and the others, whereas diluc wouldve kept things to himself.
also!! diluc wouldve definitely learned his lesson about attacking first before talking it out :< i just think hed make more of an effort to understand people, the fact that you're fatui just makes it a little more difficult but he did/does love you, he wants to try dhhshxhs
if you read the last chapter, youd see i hinted that "youd have to be real lucky to escape" xp which is ironic bc bennett.
childe and venti would be in the next chapter :> finalized the outline for it and hoping i could get it out soon. it'll be a little difficult to write the conclusion but i hope it satisfies!
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jeevaschrist · 9 months
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hi hi everyone! i've decided to do my own july writing challenge since i can't find any good ones. i know i'm late so i'm going to try to catch up and crank out a bunch of writing tonight. oh well. so i've decided to choose my top 31 favorite songs and then decide from those which character i feel relates to that and why. nothing super fun to read for you all if you don't know the music i guess, but still something fun to do. here's the list of thing's i'll be writing about (i might actually write some fics if it's a ship, idk, ideas are flowing). they'll have links to them when i post them, so just check this list :) i'll be posting a masterlist too soon so this is easier to find
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july 1: mine (taylor's version) - nikolai x reader (bsd)
july 2: haunted (taylor's version) - fyodor x reader (bsd)
july 3: all too well (10 minute version) (taylor's version) (from the vault) undecided (i have some ideas but i'm not sure yet)
july 4: all you had to do was stay - soukoku (bsd)
july 5: anti-hero - light yagami (death note)
july 6: are you satisfied? - light yagami (death note)
july 7: bad blood - lawlight (death note)
july 8: vampire - lucifer, diavolo, barbatos (obey me)
july 9: paper rings - mammon x reader (obey me)
july 10: the man - akiko yosano (bsd)
july 11: hits different - undecided
july 12: still into you - joe x cherry (sk8)
july 13: how you get the girl - yosano x kouyou (bsd)
july 14: ghost - barbatos x diavolo x reader (obey me)
july 15: cruel summer - albedo x kaeya (genshin impact)
july 16: pierre - albedo x kaeya (genshin impact)
july 17: favorite crime - undecided
july 18: getaway car - matt x mello (death note)
july 19: message in a bottle (taylor's version) - beidou x ningguang (genshin impact)
july 20: enchanted (taylor's version) - undecided
july 21: miss americana and the heartbreak prince - joe x cherry (sk8)
july 22: glowing in the dark - soukoku (bsd)
july 23: mister perfectly fine - asmo x reader (obey me!)
july 24: devil doesn't bargain - undecided
july 25: in the stars - dazai x oda (bsd)
july 26: like i can - lisa x jean (genshin impact)
july 27: mary on a cross - lawlight (death note)
july 28: when you're gone - undecided
july 29: unsaid emily - undecided (probably idv emily x emma)
july 30: better together - riven and sky (fate winx saga)
july 31: check yes, juliet - matt x mello (death note)
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if anyone has other song suggestions or ideas for the undecideds plspls send them in and i'll see if there's a day where i can write them in!
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elvisabutler · 2 years
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pregnancy angst with priscilla reader?
oh anon. you know not what you asked for. but sure why not let's balance out my fluffy vampire pregnancy thing with this. but also i can write multiple variations of this. pregnancy angst, secretly the source of all my power. BUT. tw: babies, pregnancy talk, breastfeeding talk, jealousy, the normal bs that comes from anyone saying priscilla and reader in an ask to me (so character bleed, age difference, daddy kink). brief mention of the consideration of abortion. you blink and you'll miss it.
suddenly we're writing out the same old lie
so consider our options. we have four by the way. one is that you know, you're never pregnant, think you are but you aren't and that's tragic in it's own way. we've already talked about that before. and then we have the one where you hide it until you really can't and your mom is just shaking her head and telling you that you've really got to tell him. and you do and it's- it ends alright.
then there's options three and four. three is you are and you never tell him until he finds out himself, four is that you end up getting pregnant by someone else while on the break.
consider! in option three, we shift the timeline a little because maybe you and austin stay in australia a little longer just in case baz needs to do reshoots and honestly you're not feeling like dealing with the bullshit that comes with trying to get back into the country and covid tests and just- it's better to stay a little longer. so you stay until you leave austin. and you're pregnant but you don't find this out until you're home and this is not happening. you- you don't want to get rid of it because you're selfish and priscilla has lisa marie to remember elvis by, maybe you want a baby to remember austin by. with his blond hair and your eyes and- you keep it but you can't go on the tour. you cannot under any circumstances go on the press tour in person. maybe for an oscar consideration run but a press tour? no. you'll- he'll see your bump and he'll try and get back together with you.
"i wanted kids but nessa and i- we were waiting. i had to get my career going and she wanted to wait until she was 30 to be married. it made sense." "what if we're not together." "my mom and dad divorced, but we made it work. i'll always be there for you and them. but you're never gonna have to worry about that, dove. never leaving remember?"
so you have to get out of your contract and baz helps- he hates it- but he helps because you're a great girl and you're still going to do some press, just via zoom. it's fine. and yes, yes he'll lie for you to austin. everyone will. but you don't go on the press tour, you end up doing interviews via zoom, everything is above the waist and people ask what's wrong and it's always, "had some personal business to take care of. sickness, you know how it is. warner bros were really understanding."
austin has an idea that something is up, your breasts look fuller on camera and so does your face. honestly he thinks of ashley pregnant with jupiter when he sees you glowing. he doesn't call though. he wants to, but he'll let you talk if you want. because he's so aware of how messed up your relationship was to certain degrees.
you text him when you see him at the met dressed in all black with your daughter using your bladder as a trampoline. you shoot him a text. "i know you still have the red ascot, you should wear it next time you wear that." he calls you twice and sends a text. you call him back.
"why aren't you here?" you almost tell him then as your daughter does a somersault and kicks your ribs, causing you to let out a curse and an hissed ow. and then a picture of him and kaia at the met flashes on the screen. "you know how you got sick, daddy? how elvis wore you down? it happened to me too. i got sick. i had to go." it's a lie and yet it's not. you should have called him by his name but- if she never gets to know him. never gets to shriek daddy while launching herself into his arms well at least he'll have been called it once.
consider it's oscar night. consider it's been two months since you've had her, not quite to the day. you don't want to leave her but you've been doing the press for austin and the film- your nomination was a lost cause, baz says and he sounds honestly quite sad about it. for at least a month in outfits that catherine sends and alters for you. and he wins. you all win actually through a stroke of luck and he's still shaking from his own win "couldn't have done this without my little dove." so you grab his hand and squeeze. he stops shaking and can actually speak again.
you find him in the corner of the oscar party- whichever one you go to and everyone's getting a little drunk and he notices you're not but doesn't ask because he's the corner nursing a whiskey and he sees you and looks nearly as rough as you feel because your boobs are rock hard and you know you've probably leaked through another pad and you talk. "you okay, daddy?" not austin. not satnin. not butler. just daddy.
"no, what did i do, little dove? hm? was it the ring? the onesie? you never talked to me. you promised you'd tell me if it got bad, i told you i wouldn't leave you." he meant it. he doesn't leave his people. even with bits of elvis still sticking in his soul the part of him that's austin and always will be values his people so much he'll keep them close forever.
"no. it wasn't that. either of them. it took me a bit to get the onesie but i got it, it was the scare and it was cute. the ring was- something else though, aus, i- were you really going to give me that?" you're massaging at your chest praying it doesn't give you a wet spot and that he doesn't notice. "no, it was probably when my daddy called me cilla twice before realizing it was me when i called him in the hospital. i never have stopped wanting to be your little dove. i just didn't want to be your little birdie too."
and then the argument that isn't really an argument and is just you two almost talking in circles, trying to untangle the web you've weaved.
"why didn't you tell me, i didn't remember saying it." he's huffing because you've been holding that against him and he's missed you so much for what. for a misunderstanding while he was drugged out of his mind? "what happened that made you miss the tour? they wouldn't- you were sick, you said you were sick i thought i did that to you. or that you lied and it was because of me, that you were scared to be around me."
"austin- no. that. i mean it was kind of because of you but it's not that-" and your phone is ringing because your sitter is texting you and austin can see your lock screen and it's a picture of the two of you on a couch on set, legs intertwined and your nose nuzzling his. but your home screen is a baby. a little blond baby girl no more than two months old.
"is that- y/n, are you goddamn kidding me?" he's livid and in that moment he swears every fiber of his being has him turning into elvis throwing a temper tantrum because because his focus narrows to you and the phone. "is she- is my name on the birth certificate?"
"she's not-" "don't even finish that sentence. when did you start lying to me, little dove?" the last bit is a sneer and it's the last time he calls you little dove for a long while.
"about the time i realized that you didn't love me, you loved an idea, butler." it's said in the same sneer because how dare he judge you. your in your early twenties and you never claimed to be perfect. you head out to leave and wave off baz and priscilla and everyone as austin follows you. the cameras are flashing and normally you care so much but right now you just want to get home to lori. he follows you, grabbing at your wrist once you're outside.
"a baby. you hid our baby from me. did you lose my number? i know you didn't- why didn't you call me? you knew-" "did i though? you had lily rose and olivia and kaia and i'm supposed to think, yeah, austin butler who i think is more in love with my priscilla presley wants our baby. yeah. i'm not- fuck- austin i'm almost a decade younger than you. whatever you think i know, i don't. and you know that." "so you were never going-" "i panicked, austin."
the car comes and he follows you in like it's normal and like you're not going to have to do damage control tomorrow. you should kick him out, but you don't. his jaw is tense and he's leaning against the window. "can i see her?"
"you're already in my car, butler. sure."
and he just takes that as the opprotunity to launch into twenty questions. "when did you have her? what did you say to yourself to justify not telling me about her? what's her name? did you-"
you're trying not to cry because your emotions have mostly settled but hearing him spit out questions so angrily reminds you of why you thought it was a good idea to hide this from him in the first place. you remember your labor and how you begged to not have a c-section and you managed to do it but they took her away for a minute because she wasn't crying quite right. "on elvis' birthday. i'm still very angry about that. it none of your business what i said to myself and- loretta. but i honestly call her lori."
the noise that comes from austin sounds like a sob but really just a pained groan. "my- y/n, you- how dare-"
"she's not- she's more priscilla's kid than mine, it didn't matter what i named her. and cilla once thought of naming lisa something with lynn in it but i hate lynn and only think of loretta lynn. but loretta sounded pretty" you whisper trying to head off him getting even angrier.
austin doesn't speak for the next 10 minutes until he grabs your hand. "i'm her father. if nothing else, i'm her father."
"that's the only thing i've ever been sure of." you say back with a squeeze as you both leave the car to go see her. the babysitter looks at you both with wide eyes before just shaking her head. this is none of her business, maybe you will tell her later.
she's crying and it's not because she's hungry or anything else, but when austin takes her from the bassinet attached to her pack and play she instantly calms. and that's what makes you ask him to just- see how you two can make this work before you get any lawyers involved. that you messed up but so did he and- just one shot, butler, please.
he calms down eventually, probably about a few months on when lori is in his arms after burping directly in his face after feeding from your chest. he laughs and holds her close while pointing at you. "learned that from your mommy didn't you, little lori. learned that from the prettiest little dove. rudest, but prettiest."
it makes you stop what you're doing and just stare before you sniffle. "don't call me that if you don't mean it, daddy." daddy because if he means it you'll go right back there right now.
"come here little dove. wouldn't say it again if i didn't."
he meant it. and maybe you cry while lori just plays with your hair happy to be in her father's arms and happy that maybe mommy will be happier too. you find a couple's therapist to go with your own that you finally got after you had an extra set of hands in the form of austin on a very long filming break. maybe you move to cannes. maybe you don't. but you fix things slowly but surely.
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fraternum-momentum · 11 months
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Okay, so let me ramble abt making the last comic, cause that was an absolute behemoth to work on, and I have a lot of thoughts in my head. Man, I don't know how those webtoon artists do it every week. They scare me now.
This is super long btw, so get cozy if you want to read :]
Starting off, I actually got this idea from my lil 'ol diary I keep by my tableside :] I like writing down what I feel so I can see it in a more concrete(?) manner, helps me cope i think. One time, I really did cry for someone because I guess I just really liked them a lot. Having crushes is fun, but catching feelings isn't.
I always get this giddy feeling of being head over heels for someone. Every interaction is so exciting. Intoxicating even. And I couldn't get enough of it, but after that few seconds of bliss I immediately think to myself that all these scenarios in my head will never happen, not in a million fucking years. I just preemptively reject myself without ever telling the person what I feel. I know what the outcome will be anyway, and I'm afraid of what will happen if I did say anything. It's just too risky.
The second half is completely made up tho, I will never ever kidnap someone... unless? (For legal reasons, I will have to clarify that this is a joke, Thank you.)
Now onto the comic itself!
The composition is probably the easiest and the most fun part. I love, love, love, how versatile you can be in the webtoon format. Figuring out how to transition the panels is super fun, and it sucks that most of the webcomics I see on tapas or webtoon, etc. are just sticking to those boring box formulas over and over again when it has so much potential, although there are exceptions like, for example, Lore Olympus. While it has it's fair share of flaws when in comes to other aspects, you can't deny the artist's talent esp when it comes to knowing how to place the character in an illustration, (again) the compositioning etc etc. (ep. 8 is p good. They stick to the box stuff during dialogue but gets more experimental in some parts. I haven't been keeping up with it, so idk any other good eps)
One of my only big regrets is that I wish I had made the space between the '...but I love it." and "And soon..." parts longer. I think it changed scenarios way too fast and your eye immediately moves onto the next piece of text,, but eh, it is what it is, and I can't be bothered to edit it so ig I gotta learn to live with it.
It's still messy in,, a lot of parts actually, and I still can't do lineart to save my life, but i kinda tried just cleaning up the sketches instead???? I mean, it kinda works, but it isn't really smooth so,, And there are small mistakes here and there that I could've fixed or colored stuff in properly or whatever. But at that point, I'm just done with it. No more. Am tired and want to draw other shit now. Maybe boobs n dicks n pussy-
Oh actually i have another comic in my wip folder that I started before the sad Kylar crying one. Here's some of the thumbnails for it:
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the fucking lisa simpson looking ass face just cracks me up every time I see it LMAOQJSJQJ I just wanted to show it to u but stay tuned for that ig
I eventually want to make little comics like this for other characters as well! Like Sydney, who is also one of my favorites cause of the whole religion aspect to them, and I would like to tackle that topic with yet another super personal experience of mine that for some reason I'm comfortable with sharing with a bunch of ppl lmao
I also really want to make a full on nsfw one, like gut rearranging, carnal fucking, hardcore banging,, ok ill stop. But I do need to do more,, uh, "research" on that,, i swear it's research, i have no clue how im gonna draw it. Hell, I already struggle with drawing people fucking and imagine adding cool transitions to that. Guess even my masochistic tendencies extend to this shit too.
And I think that's pretty much it? I'll probably just stick to b and w or monotone with a few accent colors because i just know that it would break me if i did a fully colored one.
Okay, thank you for reading this ramble, I'll go ahead and answer some asks now,, Here's your prize though!
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BIG DADDY (PART ONE)
(This is a story is a little departure from my normal, with bisexual content. It's inspired by @pagespermer and his writing - thanks, man.)
I almost couldn't bring myself to admit to Cheryl, and I had a hunch it could mean us breaking up. But we'd had an amazing date night. Dinner. Hot sex. Some cuddling afterward. Staying up late, just talking, sharing more of ourselves. We'd been doing a lot of that lately.
The topic had drifted to a kind of "I never" where we described our fantasies and turn offs. "If I'm honest," I said. "I'm bi probably. I mean, I don't embrace that label, but I've had sex with guys a few times."
I thought my girlfriend might be shocked. Cheryl Bryant came from a conservative Texas background and still was very much that sweet, pretty, very traditionally feminine Southern girl. Always wearing make up and having her hair perfect and wearing clothes that flattered her figure and big boobs. It was kind of opposites attract, I suppose, but I had to admit I liked a woman who put in that extra effort to be attractive.
"I thought you might be one of those boys with secrets," she giggled playfully. I guess she wasn't freaked out. Her painted nails drifted closer to my soft cock. It might take a little while before I was ready for round two, but she loved teasing me. "Leave it to a big strong lacrosse jock to be open to play with other men."
I felt relieved. I turned onto my side and faced her. That bobbed hair was still perfect, and her tits were better than any porn star's. I ran my hands along her smooth stomach, caressing her soft skin. "I'm not open to it," I asserted. "Not now. I'm dating you," I reminded her.
"Good answer," she replied.
"What about you?" I teased. "What secrets does a pretty Southern girl like you have?"
She gave me a Mona Lisa smile. "I guess you'll have to find out sometime." Seeing my annoyed look she added, "I do enjoy watching gay porn."
Color me surprised. I had no idea Cheryl even had any interest in porn. Honestly I hadn't met a girl who wasn't somewhere on the spectrum between indifference and total disgust when it came to pornography.
"Yeah?" I asked.
She nodded. "It's wild to see what those guys get up to. They're just so INTO it, you know?" The fact it was her iced tea-sweet Texas drawl saying it just made her admission seem crazier.
Then reaching down she cupped my dick, massaging it softly in her hand. "I'll let you know this... I want my lacrosse player boyfriend to fuck me hard."
I was firming up, quickly. We kissed and slowly felt each other's bodies. But it was clear we were moving from the cuddling to the fucking again phase of the evening. Finally I got between her spread legs and mounted her, doing my best to give her the hard fuck she'd asked for.
***
I knew things were getting serious between us. I invited Cheryl to Jersey to meet my folks. And the following month, I was going down to Texas.
I liked her family. I didn't think I would that first day. I mean, her mother was on the meek side and seemed to be overly subservient to her husband, Cheryl's dad. Mark Bryant was a typical small-town patriarch. Owned his own business, a pool supply company that was the biggest employer in the town. The Bryants weren't full-on rich by North Jersey standards, but they clearly had wealth - a big house that was on the verge between McMansion and actual Mansion - a huge yard, big pool, the whole works.
Anywhere we'd go out, people would address come up to Mr. Bryant, like he was royalty holding court. Or the town mayor. Lots of yes sir, no sir, Mr. Bryant. The man was a big guy, too, 6'5" almost stocky, ex-football jock, and he carried himself in a way that said he expected others to be deferential. As a North Jersey suburban kid, it seemed funny, yet kind of rubbed me the wrong way.
Thing is, though, by the second day, Mr. Bryant and I got along great. He took me aside, and told me how thrilled he was that Cheryl met a good boy with a real head on his shoulders. We talked business and my plans after graduation. We joked about my lack of interest in Big 12 football.
When we left after three days and went back to Durham, I knew that if I married Cheryl, I was marrying into the Bryants. So it wasn't a surprise when three weeks before graduation, when Cheryl and I were having a conversation about our future, she asked if I'd consider moving down to Texas.
"You serious?" I blurted out.
"What's wrong with Texas?" she asked defensively.
I mean, plenty, but I wasn't going to say that. "Nothing, babe. It's just I guess I hadn't thought of it."
She nodded with an understanding look on her face. She knew I was a Yankee and might need convincing. "I've thought it out... Round Rock is only thirty minutes from my parents. We could get a job in Austin, or there's plenty there too... And I'm sure Daddy could help find something. He's got connections."
*I bet he does* I thought snarkily.
But truth was, I didn't have any other plans and had felt in a holding pattern trying to figure out what to do after graduation. I had a business degree and part of me itched to move to NYC and make a go of it. But I knew Cheryl would never go for that plan, and I knew I wasn't ready to break up with the nicest, hottest, sexiest girlfriend I'd ever had.
"I'll think about it," I conceded. "Serious."
"Thanks, honey," she smiled as she kissed me. Then I watched as she got an impish smile on her pretty girlish face and started undoing my belt.
I laughed nervously. "What are you doing?"
She seemed to enjoy the element of surprise. "When have you ever turned down a blowjob, Nick?"
She had me there. Cheryl was the best at giving them, better than any girl I'd ever dated. I leaned back and watched her fish out my hardening cock, then take me into her mouth.
I should have been more concerned that she was using sex to get her way. There were a lot of red flags, to be honest. But I guess you don't think about them when you're getting head.
***
The first three months were great. Like a honeymoon. We'd waited until Fall to move, and I was glad to have avoided the summer. As a Northern boy, the mild October and November was something I decided I could get used to.
Cheryl and I got our place together and enjoyed settling in. Her folks came over to visit every other weekend, and sometimes we'd hang out with her older brother Dan and his wife. I liked them, too. Dan was a few years older than me. He'd played football in college and had moved back to enter the family business. But whereas Mark Bryant could throw his weight around with other people, Dan was just a nice guy, affable and a bit of a jokester. His wife Courtney was just as sweet, and they both had that younger-person energy that made it fun to hang out with them.
Courtney was pregnant with their first child, and it was cool to see how Cheryl got into talking about it. We'd discussed our values and our future, and while we didn't want a lot of children, we knew that a family was in our future.
Cheryl was much closer to her family than I was to mine. But it was all good. I enjoyed the company and having a connection to this place we'd moved. And I basked in the clear approval Mr. Byrant, Mark, had for me. I was the outsider, but the family had made me one of theirs, already.
"I'm glad you didn't take me up on my offer to set you up with a job," he admitted when it was just us on the patio enjoying beers while the women cleaned up after dinner. I'd told Cheryl I didn't expect that kind of relationship, but she just gave me a giggle of a smile. "It's no trouble, hon. I'm happy to help Mom out."
"I appreciate the offer, sir," I now said to her dad.
"Mark," he corrected.
"I appreciate the offer, Mark... I just wanted to make it on my own, you know."
He gave me a knowing grin and clinked his long neck against mine. "You're a real man, that's why," he said. "But the offer still stands if you ever need it. I don't want my baby girl to ever go without."
"She won't, Mark," I said proudly. "She's pretty driven, too." I didn't want to be passive aggressive, but I wanted to remind Cheryl's dad that Cheryl was no longer a "baby girl."
"Just wait till the first baby comes," he said. The words shocked me but just then, Cheryl came bounding out, a dish towel on her shoulder. "The men ready for dessert?"
I was starting to wonder if the patriarchal thing ran deep in the Bryant family.
****
At least I got majorly laid that night. We went at it twice. We were still in the honeymoon phase in the bedroom, too. Cheryl had a way of keeping me on my toes, asking for sex when I least expected or being more adventurous in bed.
She even let me fuck her ass, which was incredible.
If it had been any other woman, I might have thought she was acting, you know, slutty, but my girlfriend had this sincerity and innocence about her. It was having the best of both worlds, a sex vixen and a girl next door.
I knew it was soon, but I started shopping for rings. And I took a moment alone with Mr. Bryant to broach the subject.
"I'm thinking of asking Cheryl to marry me," I said.
He looked me over sternly. "And you want my blessing."
Well no, you controlling sexist, I thought for a second. But then, maybe I did. "It would mean a lot to me," I admitted.
He looked at me with a look that I thought was derision. Like I was unworthy for his Special Princess. Then he broke into a big smile and clapped my shoulders. "You son of a gun. I can't think of a better husband. Welcome to the Bryant family."
"She hasn't said yes," I laughed nervously. I was happy though that Mark was on board.
"She'll say yes," the man said confidently.
***
She did say yes. It was a dream proposal. Fancy restaurant in Austin. Me sweating bullets until I finally got the nerve to get down on a knee and pull out the box. An excited yes and clapping from the whole place.
I was on cloud nine. And Cheryl was too. Thankfully she wasn't a bridezilla but she seemed to enjoy thinking about and planning the wedding. I was happy to give her that pleasure.
And we were fucking like bunnies. Seriously, Cheryl's sex drive inspired me to be the best man possible. I worked out extra, I read books on sexual technique, I doubled down on the foreplay. We were two 24 year olds in the prime of our sexual lives. Life was good.
That's why I was blindsided by the turn of events. Her parents were spending more time with us - us at their place or them coming to Round Rock. They had a big engagement party where seemingly half the town came. I didn't like the idea of the way Mark seemed to be parading Cheryl as a kind of trophy, but she was in her element. Like a debutante. Glowing, happy. I decided, like I often did these days, to get past my uptight Jersey instincts.
It was the following Saturday when Mr. Bryant came over for dinner. No Mrs. Bryant. Just Mark. It was normal conversation otherwise, lots of business talk, lots of small talk. Without her mom there, we laid low on the wedding planning discussions. I was relieved to have a break, actually.
We sat in the living room after. Cheryl offered to get us another beer. I wasn't crazy about the way she'd all of a sudden turn into some 50s housewife the second her Daddy came around, but if I was honest, I enjoyed the service and attention.
I was surprised to see Cheryl hand me my beer then go sit by her father in the opposite loveseat. I mean, RIGHT by her father, kind of snuggling up next to him, her soft hair on his meaty chest and shoulder. He put his arm around her affectionately.
"So glad my baby girl's here to stay," he said. That kind of syrupy Southern drawl that used to seem laughable to me. Now it was just Big Daddy's voice.
Cheryl nodded softly then lifted up her head just a little to look over at me. An almost dreamy expression on her face. "You need to know, Nick," she said softly.
"Know what?" I asked.
With a determined look, she reached down and gripped her father's crotch. Holy hell. What the fuck?!
I expected some shocked reaction from Mr. Bryan but instead he looked down to where Cheryl's manicured hands massaged the lump in his jeans into a full, meaty erection, his hand softly caressing her shoulder.
My fiancee's fingers were now undoing her dad's jeans and pulling down the zipper.
"Babe, you're not going to..." I started.
She was. Her fingers reached in and pulled out her father's dick. It was long and thick and I shuddered as I realized Mark Bryant was hung like a fucking stallion. And that it turned me on.
This was nasty and wild. It was incest, my girl's fingers openly stroking her dad's dick. The two of them almost in a trance. A ritual. They'd done this before. That idea made my heart pound even harder.
I got confirmation of that when Cheryl leaned down and started taking her father into her mouth.
"Oh that's it, Princess. Suck Daddy's cock. My good little girl." He leaned back, tossing head back in pleasure with a soft grunt of "oh fuck!" then looked back down at his daughter fellating him. Lovingly he stroked her hair while she sucked him off. He was getting real worked up, but still he let her do the work.
Finally his head raised and his eyes locked on mine. A challenge. A warning that I didn't need to interpret. This was going to go on. With me in the picture as Cheryl's husband, or without.
"Oh baby, Daddy's coming... oh fuck!"
And like that Cheryl started moaning around his cock and doing her best to swallow a heavy load. She almost succeeded but coughed up a bit of his sperm at the end.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked, exasperated and more than a little mad that I had a raging hardon from watching the taboo act.
Mark's face was flush red from the orgasm as he stuffed his spent dick back and redid his jeans. "You need to know where you stand if you marry my girl," Mr. Bryant said matter of factly.
Why the hell couldn't Cheryl answer for herself? Instead, she just nodded gamely. I could see the sweep of contrite guilt in her face, battling with the clear resolve she had to continue her incestuous affair.
"Sorry, Nick, that's just how it is. Daddy comes first."
Mr. Bryant had a grin that made me want to punch him. Hoisting his big frame up, he stood tall in our living room as he casually rearranged his sated genitals. "You two have a lot to talk about, so I'll let you at it," he said. Turning to his daughter, he said, "See you next week, Princess?"
"Yes, Daddy," Cheryl practically giggled then met him for a kiss.
The blow job was crazy enough before to see a real French kiss between father and daughter was mind blowing. I was hurt and confused, but I was turned on, too. This was like porn, times hundred.
I wish I could say I had the balls to walk out that night. I wish I could say we talked things over like rational adults. Instead, we fought. Our first real fight. Emotion bubbling up. The more we yelled the more I realized it ran deep. Cheryl was in love, actually in love, with her asshole of an old man.
I slept on the couch that night, still stewing in anger. I thought over options. Movers wouldn't cost that much, and most of the stuff we had was shit Mr. and Mrs. Bryant bought for us anyway. It would mean breaking off the engagement, but I was lucky I'd found out before the wedding.
I drifted off and awoke in the middle of the night to Cheryl riding me. My mesh shorts gone and Cheryl wearing nothing under her nightie. Just riding me up and down, cowgirl style, using her hips to work my cock. It felt amazing and as if on autopilot, my hands found her soft thighs to hold and caress.
"Fuck me, Nick," she hissed. Maybe she was trying to show me the affair with her dad wouldn't get in the way of our sex life. Maybe she was just a nympho beneath that Southern Belle exterior. I didn't care, she was leading me around by my dick as always.
"Fuck, babe," I hissed, now pumping up into her. Not rough, but a rigorous fuck thrust.
"Daddy's a good man," she said, feeling my cock punch in more quickly.
What the fuck? Why did she have to bring him up? "Fuck," I grunted in annoyance.
"He'll let you suck him, too," she said.
Those words shocked me to my core. Shocked me and did something to my nuts. Supercharged them. Made me want to cum. "God," I grunted, picturing my lips wrapped around Mark Bryant's huge cock.
"You want that, hun? Want Daddy's big cock? He'll fuck you with it too."
That did it. I rolled Cheryl over and just started ramming my prick in and out of her cunt.
"Yes!... yes!... yes!" she purred, like a frickin porn slut. It just egged me on. I went harder, trying to expel every fantasy of Mark Bryant out of my head. Until I came.
Her nails dug into my back softly when I collapsed onto her sweaty body.
And for the first time that evening, I kissed her lips, the very lips that had sucked her dad earlier.
****
I wouldn't say I was OK with it, but the next time we went over for dinner, I volunteered to help Cheryl's mom with the dishes. I was curious if they'd be so brazen to take the opportunity, but Mark didn't miss a beat.
"I got something to show you in my study, Princess. Got a minute?"
"You know I do, Daddy," she replied. And like that, they were walking off to fuck.
I knew from the flushed look on their faces when they returned they'd done the deed, but I didn't know what exactly had happened. I took a look at Mrs. Bryant's face, her kind middle-aged married Southern woman face, which was oblivious to everything. Until I noticed a slight turn of her lip that gave it away. Fuck, she knew. She knew her husband was fucking the daylights out of their daughter, in their house, under their nose.
Well, I had no idea about how hard Mark Bryant fucked, but jesus.
I was seething inside, but also turned on. And Cheryl was in a great mood, coming over to me, being extra affectionate, almost thanking me for letting her get away with this.
And Mr. Bryant was all business, talking over investments, like he wanted my advise even though I knew he had a guy for that and would probably do his own damn thing anyway. He had the content happiness of a man who'd just fucked, cheeks flushed, his thick muscular body visibly relaxed.
"Why don't I come over Saturday and help you with that gutter?" he offered. Our house had a gutter that needed fixing. Probably not a two-man job but some help would be nice.
"That'd be great, Mark," I said, trying to hide my own blush as I realized what was going to go on when he came.
Cheryl kind of rubbed my strong bicep in a flirty manner. "I'm getting a little tired... and you have work tomorrow..."
I laughed. "Guess that's my cue," I joked. "We should be heading back. Thanks again Helen," I said to Mrs. Bryant. "Dinner was great as always."
"Anytime," Mark answered for her, but I could tell his wife appreciated the compliment.
"Let's talk tomorrow, Cheryl, about the florist arrangements," she said to my fiancee.
We bid each other good night, and despite the weirdness of the circumstances I found myself in an OK mood. I guess if I'd been really upset I would have left that first night, or the morning after. Something made me stick around. For all it's fucked-up-ness, watching a daughter suck her father off was crazy hot. If it hadn't been my fiancee, I would have found the scenario a crazy hot, real-life porn show.
Since Cheryl was my fiancee, it was a hell of a lot more complicated than that. Particularly when we got ready for bed. Me in my normal boxer briefs, lazily checking my phone in bed while Cheryl got ready. One drawback of having an overly pretty Southern girlfriend is the amount of time she takes getting ready, not only in the morning, but each night for bed.
But damn, she was beautiful when she walked out. Hair perfect, still had some of her make up on. But the big surprise then was seeing her in a lacy lingerie piece she'd bought herself as a birthday present to me last year. Lace bra that pushed up her big tits, garters and stockings on her creamy legs. And no panties to hide her trimmed bush and sex mound.
My cock was hard instantly. "Damn babe," I hissed, a smile appearing on my face as I watched her saunter toward me on the bed and crawl on, her cleavage showing off for me.
The thing was, Cheryl took a while to warm to anything kinky or playful in the bedroom. Striptease, verbal sex, and roleplay wasn't her thing. At first. But she gradually warmed up to it, saying I made her feel comfortable pushing the envelope.
She was pushing it now, sliding her warm, soft body up above mine. "You been a good boy?" she purred like a porn actress, only with more conviction. He manicured hand reached down and grabbed my hard dick through my briefs. "Is my good boy gonna fuck me hard tonight?"
"God yeah," I growled, reaching up to run my hands along her soft trim waist. I could smell her perfume. Before Cheryl I didn't think I liked women who wore a lot of perfume. Now it was an aphrodisiac. The thought occurred to me that she was doing this as some messed-up thanks for me putting up with the incest. I didn't fucking care, though. I was turned on to see my sex kitten in full heat.
Now her fingers traveled up my ripped abs. "You've been hitting the gym extra hard haven't you, babe?" she grinned. "My big strong sex machine." This was one area I had over Big Daddy. A trim, fit, young Men's Health-worthy body. I put a lot of work into it and was proud of it.
My egotism was interrupted by the feel of Cheryl pulling my waistband down, over and above my rigid cock. Just watching her do this simple act, wearing her sexy-slutty lingerie, gave me a surge of excitement and adrenaline.
With a surprise move, I lifted her up off my body and playfully tossed her down on the bed beside me, quickly getting into a mounting position on top of her as she giggled in surprise. I pretended like I was gonna pounce on her but slowed my movement to kiss her softly. I could feel the sexual excitement in her body beneath me. Her legs parted and I humped my cock against her mound as we made out.
Finally, I pulled off and went to her tits, motorboating them a little for show, but mostly because I loved being buried in those soft pillowy mounds. Then I continued down, planting kisses along her bare stomach. I loved that Cheryl wasn't stick thin like a lot of girls I knew. She was in shape but she had a normal woman's curves, and the belly had a gentle swell to it as I made my way down.
She knew where I was going. "Eat my pussy, Nick," she gasped, seconds before my tongue touched her labia, circling around before dipping in further.
I loved eating out a woman, and I had to credit my love of oral for my success with Cheryl. I loved it as the main event, loved it as foreplay to a nice fuck. It was going to be the latter now, but I went wild at her spread cunt, licking and munching.
Until I tasted it. I smelt it first, actually, that telltale bleachy-floral scent, but a second later, there was the salty-sweet flavor of a man's cum. Mark Bryant's.
Fuck, that drove me wild. I started drilling my tongue in further, trying to get every drop I could. It was nasty and obscene. The semen of the man who would be my father-in-law if I could keep from freaking out from the situation. If I could put up with the fact that Big Daddy had first dibs on his baby girl's cunt.
Mr. Bryant had deposited a heavy load and I had plenty to suck, taste, and swallow. Cheryl was going wild now, clawing at my face, neck and shoulders and she had a big orgasm. I don't know if it was just my oral treatment getting her there or if she got off on the nastiness of me eating her father's seed.
It was my turn now. I quickly slid up on top of Cheryl and mounted her. I wasn't rough or brutal but I didn't take my time shoving my cock into her. She was worked up, and I was WAY worked up. I began thrusting with hard jackrabbit thrusts.
"YES!" she cried, wrapping her legs around my waist as I nailed her.
I knew this was one thing I had on Mr. Bryant, too. My sheer athleticism. He was a strong man, but I was in my prime. I used my well-honed body the best I could. Rocking rhythmically, using my abdominal strength, really going at it.
I could sense, or maybe just imagine, remnants of her dad's cum still inside that pussy. Lubing my cock. The idea made me cum.
"Oh fuck!" I grunted as I entered a deep orgasm. Cheryl's hands were clutching at me, urging me on while I flooded her pussy. I think somewhere along the way she had a second orgasm herself.
I was a little embarrassed as I came too, but I was also grateful for the hot sex. I kissed her appreciatively and slowly pulled out. I needed my head examined, for sure, getting off on my dad-in-law like that.
Maybe Cheryl sensed I wasn't in a talkative mood just then. Or maybe she was tired herself.
"Good night, babe," she whispered as she gave me a kiss before I reached over to turn off the light.
****
We had to talk. It was Saturday and Mr. Bryant was coming over soon to help with the gutters. Maybe not an ideal time for a heart-to-heart with my fiancee. But we'd been walking on eggshells all week. Scratch that. I'd been walking on eggshells all week, Cheryl seemed her normal chipper self.
But we'd just finished lunch and I noticed Cheryl get up and start clearing our plates, acting like a housewife. We'd have to talk about that, too. But for now, I had something needed to talk about more.
"So...," I started. "How long have you and your dad been having sex?"
Cheryl gave me a pitying look. Like she was sorry to hurt me. A "do you really want to know" look.
I did want to know. "Cheryl," I prodded. "I have been pretty patient with this all."
She grinned. "That's just cause you want Daddy's cock," she almost laughed.
Fuck, that hit me. Non in a hurtful way, exactly but it surprised me in how horny the idea made me. "Maybe," I admitted. Hoping my confession would break the ice between us. I still didn't know if I could have a real relationship with a woman in an incestuous affair with her father. But my dick was leading me around, for sure.
"Daddy has a nice cock," she smiled. Then finally getting back to my question. "Daddy took my virginity." She paused as if deciding whether to give me the full story. "He was always kind of strict with curfew when I was in high school. And real protective when I was dating anyone. He made me come home early from prom, so I wouldn't get into any trouble, you know." She described it was if Mark Bryant was just being a good parent instead of a creep of a controlling father. "I was still in my dress and Daddy came into my room and told me I was beautiful."
Jesus, this was messed up, but I was hard as she recounted it.
She looked at me and could tell I was turned on. "He gave me our first kiss and then on my bed, he deflowered me. Slowly, patiently. Like Daddy always is."
Fuck.
"I didn't really enjoy the sex that first time, but I knew I'd do anything to make Daddy happy like that. I had my first orgasm with him the next night. I knew I was in love with him then."
"Where does that leave us?" I asked. It was a tough question to ask, because I wasn't sure I'd like the answer.
"I love you, Nick," Cheryl said sincerely. "And I want you as my husband. But Daddy comes first and he always will. You'd have to accept that."
"Not sure I can," I said truthfully.
She nodded, as if expecting that. "So. We calling it off? The engagement? Us?"
I shook my head. "I didn't say I wouldn't accept it," I replied, shocking her, I think. "I just gotta think about it."
"I can give you a month to decide," she said. "But at some point we need to know if this going to work."
"Fair," I said.
We hugged, comforting one another after the heavy conversation. "I love you, babe," I said, patting her back as he held one another, her head resting on my shoulder.
I enjoyed that intimate moment, but after a few seconds, I heard the door knock.
"Guess I know who that is," I joked and stepped back
"He's early," Cheryl said. "Sorry, hon." She seemed to sense that I was a little flustered to have our private talk interrupted.
"It's OK," I said. "I'll answer."
I opened the door and sure enough it was Mr. Bryant, dressed in a beat-up T-shirt and cargo shorts instead of his normal preppy businessman attire. "Hi Mark," I greeted, trying not to switch to the more formal "Mr. Bryant" with him. "Come in."
The man may be middle-aged and have the start of a beer belly, I realized, but there was definitely an animal magnetism to him. The contrast between his blue eyes and gruffly handsome, sun-beaten face, and the tall, bulky build he carried around like a charging bulldozer, even when he was in a jovial mood. I didn't want to be attracted to him, but fuck, I was.
"Ready to fix those gutters?" he bellowed as he walked past me into our living room. Mr. Bryant had two volumes. Loud and louder.
"Yep," I replied.
"Pleasure before business, though," he said as he stepped up to Cheryl and wrapped his strong arm around her waist and practically tugging her more petite frame toward his masculine bulk. Their mouths connected. Their kiss was somewhere between romantic and lusty. It was obscenely hot to watch.
Particularly as Mark bent his knees some to angle his hand down into Cheryl's loose shorts.
"Aw FUCK, Daddy!" she let out in a surprised yelp as her father's fingers started playing with her genitals.
"You like that Baby Doll?" he growled, seemingly oblivious I was there watching.
The two of them were entranced with each other, in fact. Cheryl just nodded with a girlish "um hm," for yes and I could see her push her privates into her father's molesting hand.
"MMmm, my baby's pussy is wet..." he hissed in his Texas drawl. "Getting all wet for your Big Daddy are ya?"
Cheryl let out another gasp, seemingly unable to answer as Mr. Bryant fingered with a lewd expression on his face.
"Let's get that hungry pussy stuffed, baby," he now whispered. Maybe he did have a different volume.
I watched, transfixed, as Mark walked Cheryl back to the master bedroom - our bedroom - as he put one paw on her slim shoulder and licked my fiancees pussy juices off his thick fingers.
I took a seat. I was hard as a rock, but feeling a million complicated emotions. A month, I thought. One month to decide if I could deal with this. If I could spend my married life witnessing Mark Bryant fuck my wife. His daughter. My head throbbed and I felt red from the heat of my blood.
The sounds traveled down the hall. A lot of giggling, Mark's low sex talk in an indistinguishable growl, wet kisses. The fuckers didn't even shut the door.
I should go outside, I realized, and I started to get up and walk toward the door. But I had to watch. My heart pounding, I made my way back toward the bedroom. The door wasn't cracked, it was wide open. And I could see them fucking plain as day. Missionary. Cheryl clenching at her father like she had with me the other night. Needy, urgent.
And Mark was really laying it into her. He was just magnificent to watch. All that daddy beef in full rut. I had never noticed before but Mr. Bryant had one hell of an ass. Big round globes of muscle that looked almost fatty but which clenched into firm hard muscle with each fuck thrust.
"Oh Daddy, you're so big," Cheryl gasped. "It feels like prom night each time you fuck me."
Mark's voice was surprisingly out of control, like he could barely talk. "You make me feel so good, Princess." A few more thrusts and I watched his back and gluteal muscle get firmer in its flexing. Then, "I'm gonna cum in ya, baby. Daddy's gonna cum."
"Yes!" Cheryl urged excitedly, but most of what I heard was Mr. Bryant's lion roar of an orgasm.
"FUCK YES!" finally came the words after a long deep growl. "Oh baby, oh honey," he gasped as he rode out his nut, his body in almost a push up position over his daughter.
Slowly, he relaxed and collapsed his weight down into an embrace. I don't know how my fiancee supported that bulk, but she held him and they kissed like lovers.
Yeah, I should have stepped away. I should have had some self respect. But I watched, even as that thick, heavy phallus slid out of my wife-to-be and that father cum oozed out of Cheryl's fucked pussy.
I was so caught up in the nasty display I didn't realize Mr. Bryant now stood beside the bed and was watching me.
"Cheryl said you were a perv," he said simply. God his dong was softening but swung long and heavy between his hairy thighs, still slick with sex. "Enjoy the show?" His words stung, and Mark meant them to.
Still, I couldn't lie. I nodded. "Yes," I said.
Mark chuckled. Like he wasn't pissed off, which was a good sign. He nodded to his daughter, style naked on the bed, her legs still spread, her pussy on display. "Your turn to fuck her, Nick," he offered. But he caught my eye. The flench of hesitation in my face. "Unless... there's something you want more."
Oh fuck. Mark had a leer on his face. The fucker knew. He took a slow step around the bed and another one toward me. God, that cock was beautiful. And everything about Mr. Bryant seemed hot to me. When I'd fooled around with guys in college, before Cheryl, it had been low-key sex with buddies. Normal college guys, guys my age.
But this man was different. Powerful. Cocky. Purely sexual. As he got closer his dick firmed up. Not a full-fledged hardon but closer.
"Go on," he urged, almost impatient.
I gulped then crouched down. That was the right thing to do, in Mark's eyes, because almost immediately I felt his meaty paw on the back of my neck as his other hand lined his dick up to my lips.
I licked the tip. Still sticky, still oozing cum. I hoped Mr. Bryant was recharging, though I felt ashamed for that wish. I licked more, around the plump head and just beyond. It tasted of man, but I could also taste my fiancee on him. I was getting out of control but I need more, opening up, I took him into my mouth.
"Looks like we got a cocksucker on our hands, honey," he laughed cruelly. Already he was holding my head steady and pushing that thick tool into my gullet. Nudging right against my gag reflex but somehow knowing when to stop just short.
"Told you, Daddy," Cheryl giggled.
Fuck.
It wasn't right to say I sucked Mr. Bryant's cock. Not that time at least. The man just held my skull and pumped me. Heavy strokes that challenged me. I was out of practice and had never blown a man this size. Particularly when his face fucking grew more urgent.
"Take it you fucking cum dump," he growled, and I got fed that Bryant cum first hand. Salt and sweet in the same proportion. Spurting against the back of my tongue as the man rode out his second orgasm in the span of ten minutes.
Somehow, somewhere in the process, I came.
Mark was quiet when he withdrew, even as I gave that magnificent soft penis one last kiss. "Who's slutty now," I shuddered when I thought of how I'd judged Cheryl lately. The big man stepped back, hands on his waist now and let his genitals be on full display for me.
It was then that I knew I'd go through with it all. The marriage. Putting up with Cheryl's incest and affair. Sucking Mark Bryant whenever he let me. Embracing the whole situation.
The man just looked down on me. Not the contemptuous smirk I was expecting, but a smile. Like he'd gotten his way.
Then he turned and went to the bathroom to piss and clean off.
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poyopng · 2 years
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Summary | The reader agrees to go on a "date" with Dean. However, he's not the Winchester who has a crush on them. (OTP Prompt #20) Requested | not requested Romantic | platonic | family | other Angst | fluff | oneshot | song fic Pairings | Sam Winchester x They/Them Reader, Dean Winchester x Castiel Warnings | Mentions of jealous Sammy, I guess. However, nothing else. Notes | Day 19 of 45 possible days of SPN fanfics! It has been ages; my bad. Forgive me if my writing is shit and OOC. I imagined this being somewhere during season 15. Word Count | 2735
"I planned the perfect date!" you muttered to Sam in glee as you looked through your wardrobe. He watched from your bed as you tried to pick an outfit. Every once in a while, he would quietly grumble to himself. He couldn't believe he was actually watching you pick out an outfit for a date, let alone for a date with his brother; he felt his skin crawl just thinking about it. 
"Do you really wanna go on this date?" he asked, immediately trying to play off his jealousy. "I mean, does Dean even have a crush on you? He's never shown it before." He knew Dean didn't. He asked you out to bug him. He knew he couldn't be too angry; he had chickened out of asking you out himself multiple times. But he couldn't help but feel annoyed with his brother. He watched as you shrugged in reply. "Do-" he paused, fidgeting with the covers on your bed. "Do you like him?" 
You shrugged again. "I don't know. I never really thought about Dean like that. But," you replied as you brought your outfit choice over to show him. "A date seems fun! And who knows, maybe he'll surprise me." 
"He's Dean." 
"Are you saying your brother doesn't have a single romantic bone in his body?" 
He bit his cheek. He knew Dean could be romantic when he tried; how else could he have bagged Lisa? "Well, no, but he has a history." 
"Sam, we're friends first. He would never hurt me on purpose." He gave you an awkward chuckle as you lifted your outfit. "What do you think?" He had never seen that outfit before; it was adorable. He knew it was going to look great on you.
"That'll look great," he reassured. Maybe he was being too controlling. At least if you had fun, you would be happy. However, he hated the idea of you being happy with Dean.
"Can you leave for a second? I'm gonna change; then we'll see how right you are." He nodded, getting up from the bed and heading towards the door. He jumped in surprise when he immediately ran into his brother. 
He immediately noted Dean's smirk. "Things going well in there?" he taunted.
He rolled his eyes. He pushed past his brother to take a seat beside the door. "You should leave; they're gonna get angry if you see their outfit."  
"Is it nice?" 
"Duh, Dean, it's a date." 
"And does that bug you?" he questioned, noting the annoyed tone in Sam's voice. Sam watched as his older brother's eyebrows furrowed in a teasing way. 
"Why do you care?" He snapped, glaring up at him. "You think this is funny, don't you? Don't you think it's gonna hurt their feelings when they find out?"
"They're never gonna find out."
"Right, of course, they w-" his sentence was cut short by you swinging open the door. 
"Sam, how do-" your sentence fell short. "Dean!" you scolded, hiding behind the door.
Dean playfully raised his hands in defense. "I didn't see anything; I'll go wait out there." He reassured as he motioned towards the hallway. He gave his brother a smug look, taking off to sit and wait for his date. Sam glared as he walked away. Yet, his gaze fluttered back to you, and you reluctantly opened the door.
"I dunno," you muttered anxiously. "What do you think?" you asked, finally letting go of the door. He watched in curiosity as you stepped forward enough so he could get a look. His eyes softened as he looked at you; he was right. You looked stunning. He grinned at you. It was a genuine grin, and he playfully gave you a little whistle. You rolled your eyes, but you gave him a little twirl. "Is that the Sammy seal of approval, then?"
He noted your use of the name Sammy. You hadn't even gone out with Dean yet and were already acting like him. He resisted the urge to scoff at the realization. He was being dramatic; you had been calling him Sammy forever. "Of course, I said you'd look great." 
"Great then!" he found it odd how you hadn't asked about Dean. You weren't curious about if he would enjoy it? He shrugged it off, though. He chalked it up to the fact that he had dated Jessica and wasn't your date, so he didn't have to be biased. "I'm going to finish getting ready. Can you tell him I won't take long?" 
"Yeah," he replied. Just as he was about to exit the room, he turned to face you. "I hope you have fun tonight," he muttered. 
He watched as your mouth twitched into a smile. "Thanks, Sammy." He scanned you a final time as you began to chuckle. He felt his heartache a bit as he spun back around, finally leaving you alone. He had always hoped he would be the person who had gotten you so excited to go on a date. To no avail, here you were, gushing over Dean. As he angrily stomped into the main room, his eyes locking on his brother, he immediately averted his gaze. He silently took a seat far away from him, his eyes fixating on the doorway to your room.
"Not gonna look at me?" he remained silent. "Really? The silent treatment, Sammy?" he wasn't going to speak to him. The two sat in uncomfortable silence until a few moments later. They heard the sound of footsteps coming from your hallway. Dean quickly pulled out his phone, typing a text to someone, but Sam's eyes refused to leave the doorway. He wanted to see you. Both boys watched as you stepped out from the hallway, grinning widely at them. 
"I'm ready to go!" you announced.
"Alright, then, let's get going!" he felt himself feeling ill. Dean was perfectly matching your energy. Dean got up from his chair, approaching you in the bunker. He sent a subtle smirk Sam's way. Then, he placed his hands on your arms; "you look great." 
You felt your face heat lightly. "Awe, thank you! You always look great." You looked past him, smiling over at your friend. "Don't wait up!" 
He rolled his eyes, resting his head on his hand. "You know me- so well," he replied. His tone went sour near the end of his sentence. It was true; you knew him better than anyone else. So, how couldn't you tell how upset he was? Why was the person who knew him better than anyone going out with his brother? Just as you and Dean were about to leave the bunker, he noted your lack of a jacket. "Wait!" he spoke up. He got up from his seat quickly and dashed towards your room. You and Dean sent each other a confused glance. However, the younger Winchester returned. You glanced down as he handed you your favorite jacket. "It's supposed to get cold." 
"Thank you, Sam," you replied. Maybe most people would be angry that he robbed them of the chance to wear Dean Winchester's jacket. However, you were too busy fighting back the warmth you felt from Sam's caring nature.
"Don't mention it!" With one final cock-block on his part, he finally let the two of you walk out the door. Immediately, he was headed to the kitchen for a beer. 
You be-lined for the shotgun side of the Impala. "So, I have a few things in mind, but is there anything specific you wanna do?" you asked. You had lied when you told Sam that you had a perfect plan. In fact, you had no idea what you wanted to do. Dean nodded, opening the door on your side. "What a gentleman!" 
"Wanna drive around for a while?" he asked. "We can stop at the diner you like." 
For a moment, you felt your eyebrows furrowed. "Isn't that what we normally do?"
"Yep," he replied as he got into the Impala. You felt his door slam, and then you watched as he started the car. An awkward silence fell over the two of you for a few seconds. 
"So, this isn't actually a date, right?" 
His reply was a very familiar chuckle. He backed up the Impala, and then he glanced at you. "Nope!" he replied as he began to drive away. 
"Hm," you pondered for a moment. "Okay. So, the same diner as usual?" 
He nudged you playfully. "Yep. I'm in the mood for a burger." 
"So, if you don't mind me asking, why'd you ask me on a date?" 
He gave a chuckle. It was shocking that you hadn't figured it out yet. "Did ya' notice how he looked at us?" 
"Who?" 
"Sammy!" 
"What?" you were baffled, and your arms crossed over your chest as you glared at him. "Is that what this is about?" 
You watched as he nodded. "We're gonna drive around and then get dinner," he paused to pull out one of his cassette tapes. He pushed it into the Impala's radio and turned up the volume. "When we get back to the bunker, tell Sam our date went perfectly. Got it?" 
"Why would I do that?" 
"Cause it'll drive him nuts, which is good. For both of us." 
"What are you getting out of it?" you questioned.
Suddenly, his face lit up with his usual shit-eating grin. "A burger, the joy of knowing this is driving Sam nuts, and if it helps him finally make a move- there's nothing wrong with that." 
You rolled your eyes, but you stifled a laugh. "You're a lunatic. Why didn't you just tell him to ask me out?"
"I have!" Dean defended. "A million times! D'ya think he ever listens? Besides, you have to tell him, not me. Stop being a wimp." 
"I am not a wimp!" 
"Then why are you on this date with me instead of with Sammy?" You fell silent as you tried to think of an excuse. When you couldn't come up with a good rebuttal, you turned to stare out the window. "That's what I thought." 
"Y'know, if I had known about your plan, I wouldn't have gotten ready." 
"That was important to the plan." 
"How so?" you asked, peeking back toward him. 
"He saw you all fancied up, but not for him. I bet he's pacing in his room right now!" 
"C'mon, it's not that funny. Making the poor guy jealous and miserable isn't good." 
"Let that be a lesson for you; always listen to Dean." 
This time, it was you laughing. "Alright, D." 
The rest of your night was spent with him at the diner. It was fun, and the two of you got to catch up on some stuff. It was a nice break from working cases. You were almost glad it wasn't a date. You were right; the two of you were friends first. It felt so effortless to talk to him about stuff, including your struggles with Sam. In return, he told you things about his love life. Cassie, Lisa, Anna, and he finally ended it with Cas. Considering the way his face would light up at the mention of the angel, you knew this outing being platonic was the right way to go. 
"Y'know, we should do this again sometime. I always forget how fun it is to have alone time with you!" you told him as the two of you re-entered the bunker. 
He cracked a smile as he began to remove his jacket. "I was thinkin' about watchin' a movie with Cas on Tuesday; wanna join?" 
"Should I really come along on your date night?" 
You caught his slight sneer at your taunting. However, he wasted no time retaliating. "Invite Sammy along; it'll be a double date." 
"I'll see. Speaking of Sammy, I bet he's waiting up for me in his room. I better go calm him down. Goodnight, D!" 
"Night, good luck!" 
You removed your jacket as you walked through the hall of the bunker. You took a moment to carelessly toss it into your room, watching as it hit the bed perfectly. Then, you beelined for Sam's room. When you finally arrived, the door was closed. You knocked quietly. It was gentle enough that he knew it wasn't Dean or Cas. "Come in," you heard him call from inside. 
Softly, you creaked open his door. "Hey, you," you announced. As you entered, you noted that he was sitting at his desk. His laptop screen was shining brightly, but his lamp was also turned on. "Have you been researching all night?" you asked as you came forward. You caught a glimpse of his screen; it was case related. 
"Nah," he reassured. "I watched a movie earlier. What about you? How was your night?" His eyes followed you as you took a seat on his bed. Then, your face lit up as you recalled your night with Dean. 
"Perfect! I always forget how fun hanging out with Dean is. A little one-on-one time with him is nice sometimes." 
"That's great," he replied. However, you could tell he was biting the inside of his cheek. He spun back around to face his computer. "What all did you guys do, then?" 
"We just went to get a bite to eat and talked." 
Of course. You loved to talk. It was one of your favorite things to do with him, and it made him feel sick that you were so excited about talking to Dean. "So, is there gonna be a second date?" 
"Yeah, Tuesday! We're watching a movie. Actually, I was supposed to ask if you wanted to join." 
You listened to him snicker for a moment. "No offense, but I really don't feel like being your third wheel." 
"You wouldn't be!" you reassured. "It's a double date, dummy. Cas would be there, too." 
That got Sam's attention. He turned in his seat, finally locking eyes with you again. "(Y/N), I'm not gonna date Cas." 
You couldn't believe a man could be so oblivious. Honestly, it was so ridiculous you couldn't help but crack up. He watched in confusion as you began to giggle and snort. "No-!" you struggled to get out. "You dummy, not Cas-!" you took a moment to try to compose yourself. "Me! You'd be my date!" 
"What? Now I'm confused." 
"I'm asking you to be my date Tuesday. Do you want to or not?" 
"I get that part. Why me? Why not Dean?" 
"Because I don't like Dean." 
"You guys just went on a date!" 
"Sam, he only did that to bug you. We both know that." 
You watched as his face turned pink. Then, his eyebrows furrowed, and he looked to his door in anger. "And you said yes." 
"I'm sorry," you began. "I only said yes because I thought it could be fun. Besides, I knew Dean wasn't into me, and I didn't see you asking me out." 
"You didn't ask me out either!" he defended. 
"Well, I am now. So?" 
He sighed, tapping his pen against the desk. "What movie? Dean always picks something stupid." 
You let out a sigh of relief, but then you giggled. "I don't know, maybe we can vote or something." He was about to respond, but then he stopped. Suddenly, his mind drifted back to your response to his question. You answered that you didn't like Dean. He felt his face heat as he spun his chair slightly; he didn't want you to see his blush. That's when he heard the sound of you getting up from his bed. "I'm getting tired. I'm gonna head to bed." Then, he felt your lips softly brush against his cheek. "Goodnight, Sammy," you replied. 
"Oh, um, goodnight."
"See you Tuesday!" you teased. Obviously, you would see him before then.
Just as you opened the door and were about to exit- "wait!" You looked back to see what he wanted. You quickly noted the way he was twiddling his thumbs. "Why don't we, uh-" he cleared his throat. "Why don't we get breakfast tomorrow? Y'know, just us." 
"Hm, I dunno. I think Adam is taking me out for breakfast tomorrow." 
His face fell. "That's not funny." 
"C'mon, it's a little funny." Your mouth perked up into a smile. "I'd love to get breakfast with you tomorrow." 
"Then I'll see you tomorrow," he returned your smile. 
The two of you exchanged your goodnights once more. As you left his room, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. When you checked the screen, you noticed Dean's name pop up. 
Dean: "How'd it go?" 
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Let me preface this by saying I absolutely adore Cas and I think he has never done anything wrong ever. That said, he is the greatest strategist and I enjoy the idea of him playing Dean, what can I say.
Also, first time I write about these two, so
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"It's a gift. You keep those."
And you see, the thing is, when the words came out of his mouth, they left a bitter taste behind because this wasn't the first time he'd uttered them.
In a different moment, definitely under different circumstances and in a softer, slightly unsure yet gruff tone, Dean had told him when he presented the mixtape to Cas, that it was a gift, and he was meant to keep it.
"You can listen to it on that pimp mobile of yours, you know, when the road gets lonely. " He'd waved a finger awkwardly. "Or you can just store it somewhere if you don't like it. I do that every Christmas with the ugly socks Garth sends me." He'd chuckled at that. Then, "Though, this is Zeppelin, so if you don't like it, buddy, I don't know -"
"Thank you, Dean." Cas had said, that tiny smile lifting up the corners of his mouth. "It is very thoughtful. It will be nice to carry it with me."
He could've left it at that, but he added, "It will remind me of home."
Home.
Home.
Dean's brain understandably short-circuited at that because, well. What the fuck do you say to that.
For Dean, anything regarding feelings had to be done under the unspoken agreement of never acknowledging it. And, yes, you bet your ass there was some of it that came from a place of repression and having the wrong ideas about what a man can and can't do. But another part consisted purely of embarrassment.
Romantic gestures were typically embarrassing as shit. Flirting he could do, no problem. Flirting with women, at least. And sure, everything with Lisa... it had never been particularly hard, but then again. Dean had constantly felt like he was playing a part with her. Walking on eggshells. Reporting for duty.
Everything with Cas carried a different kind of realness. It was palpable. Recognizable. He looked at the characters in the movies and for the very first time he saw himself. It was fucking uncomfortable is what it was. Juvenile even.
So, of course he had deflected with a shrug. "Sure, yeah. That's... that's good."
In the moment it wasn't really clear whether or not Cas had gotten the message. Dean didn't know if he understood the real meaning behind the gesture.
Now, however, he became painfully aware the angel had got it. Oh, he'd got it, alright. All this time, he'd carried the mixtape with him as a token of their unspoken... something.
Had he been keeping it because he found comfort in it? A sense of familiarity like he'd said? Or rather waiting for the perfect moment to use it. Had Dean handed him the knife so he could twist it in his gut at convenience?
They looked at each other now, Dean with an accusatory glint in his eye. Cas with a knowing one.
Don't. The hunter's said. Don't you dare remind me how much I fucking love you. Don't weaponize it against me. I know what this is. And I'll bite anyway. You know I will.
There was a reason they called Castiel Heaven's greatest strategist, though. The following morning he was gone, and the Colt with him.
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Here's my wishlist of threads and interactions! Just things I hope to eventually get, if you want to thread any of this with me sometime feel free to always slip into my dms about it! I will on and off write / add to this.
I hope these don't really feel super samey, but i apologize if they do!! ALSO, more AU's are always on the table, you can ask more detail about au ideas i have in mind. trust me, i go to INSANE depths for my wishlists. but. i do want to keep this list as general and accessible as possible in case any one of youse want to pick one to play around with.
GENERAL;
good omens or OFMD muses would be cool to interact with!!
More super hero muses interacting with my more powerful guys.
Miraculous ladybug portrals of any kind for randy / rex would be fun!!
RANDY:
MORE RC9GN MUSES!!!!!!! OF COURSE...
Action threads with any of my muses would be pretty fire actually but i'd love it with randy particularly
MORE NORISU NINE MEMBERS!! I would love to establish who becomes linked to a kaiju and who could take on more roles as a ninja! so far, the only established new member has been hachi of @standbowed!! i need 7 more, though. and 8 more spirits to go with every ninja!! dm me if interested :D
travelling through the remaining 8 lands of ninja legend would be sooo fucked but so fun.. twirls hair.... who wants an Adventure long termmmm...
identity reveal. superhero shenanigans. PLAY VIDEO GAMES WITH MA BOY! just hang out with him, it'd be nice.
CHAI:
chai and vash .. i do personally ship them but i'd never force another vash to ship it with me. even them interacting would be so fun though!!
chai moving to somewhere safer or people joining his resistance is always a fun time
honestly i just really want a ship with chai in general. who wants to smoochie the default mii
i have so many ideas for him living with others, trying to find work elsewhere, his status as a brand ambassador to the megacorp that vandelay is,
HACKING HIM. HE CAN BE HACKED. HOW FUCKED IT WOULD BE TO EXPLORE THIS!! YET HOW FUN
If your muse is a musician, specdifically a famous one, oh my god let chai fanboy over them!!!!!!!!
i have a million more ideas but i'll refrain from putting them LOL so many ideas.
VASH:
A non freaky interaction with knives who don't ship plan.tcest would be nice :'D younger vash interactions, dream interactions, fucked up pre death interactions.... anything. would be interesting to explore since we saw so little of them.
bUT ALSO anyone from trigun!! I don't really ship vash super easily personally, but there's like 5 versions of him imuse. i don't really do vashwood personally but i can see why it would appeal to some.
i think vash deserves to not be feared so a thread where he gets appreciation for something he did would be nice. since he gets it so little
someone he could confide in and help heal with given how much he bottles up ..
getting comfortable enough with a muse that he can show off his uncanny true plantlike form!!!! which is SO RARE for him!!!!!!
interactions with other powerful protagonists or people who challenge his morality strongly would be so epic to interact with. it would be so cool.
JOSEPH:
any interactions with fellow jjba muses! especially caesar, lisa lisa, suzi q, jonathan, dio, johnny, gyro!
would love a thread where he does magician stuff since he's canonically into street magic
any thread where he gets to pull a your next line is and stun your guy. idc the context i just think it'd be REALLY funny
oldseph threads would also be really fun to have if i can get enough peeps interested........
him learning how to make bubbles from caesar or like caesar if caesars dead atp. :D
TEACHING HAMON TO OTHER MUSES!!!!!!!!! ASK WHAT THIS WOULD ENTAIL IF YOU DONT KNOW
GARY:
Tbh more of him dancing and goofing off would be really fun
Adopting more kids always. he's such a good dad!!!!
Maybe someone who breaks his isolation sooner than Avocato did in season1 before everythang went to shit..?
i'd generally like to rewrite season 3 and beyond. like i love final space but i dont like the direction it went all that much personally.. <:/
help him get more comfortable with a new look, as i hc him to be more transfeminine nowadays! would be nice helping him get comfortable in his own skin.
ASH:
MORE SLASHERS. this is my only real note for now
well that and maybe more. like. medieval interactions.... since mine's a knight and all given AOD.
AIDEN:
HACKING INTO SOME BIG PLACE FOR A SECRET MISSION WOO YEA WOOWOO YEAH FIXER MOMENTS
be on a fixer mission with aiden. you can be co worker,hostage, or even his torturer. i dont care as long as its cool.
meeting more watchdogs muses in general though there.. doesnt seem to be many of those aside from myself
if anyone wants to deal with his edgy fuck ass be prepared for him to be relatively standoffish / prickly, but he can warm up to you if he has to be your work partner.
BEE:
she needs to make herself some PROPER FRANDS.
Intergalactic jobs on your muses planet!! that would be so fun!! Like imagine she gets a temp job working for your muse....
Terrible room mate anyone? :) give her more roomies cause i doubt there's another puppycat active atm..
bee also flexing her insane robot powers could be epic. rare, but epic. i dont know if she entirely processes how unusual that is though.. huh!
REX:
escaping providence would be nice.
thread where he's deprogrammed from the culty weird propaganda of providence
doing normal kjid things like hanging out at th epark, learning memes, playing video games, going to school stuff -- this is allt hings he's never been allowed to do!!
Drawing your muse and entering them into his JOURNALS... ohh the importance of those can NOT be understated.
curing your muse from turning into an EVO!
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aurora-313 · 3 months
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⭐⭐⭐⭐!!!
Or, send in a ⭐star⭐  to have the author select a section they’ve been dying to talk about!
Thanks for the ask~!
Lets play this as one scene per star.
⭐ #1 - Black and Blue - Chapter 29
I would have to say Ukitake and Kaien's physical reunion is one of the scenes I was most looking forward to (across all my projects tbh).
I have @yakittydraws to thank for how that scene played out because I was at a genuine loss about how to proceed at the time. Figured it out with a spitball session with them. Lovely conversationalist.
See, its one thing for Ukitake to intellectually know that Kaien was alive. They'd spoke on the phone after all. Exchanged a bit of banter and seemingly slipped back into old habits easily. However its quite another to actually see the man in the flesh. Thus emotions are on full display.
On Kaien's side, he's eager yet nervous and hesistant because of how much he's changed. He's half-hollow now, and the last time he saw his Captain, he was dying impaled on Rukia's sword after Ukitake failed to decapitate him. Unpleasant memories for everyone involved to be sure.
On Ukitake's side, he's eager but also racked by disbelief, sorrow, and regret, followed by relief and joy mixed with clear paternal affection and determination because 'my errant lieutenant and protégé and son is alive and well and I'm bringing this boy home'.
⭐ #2 - Black and Blue - Chapter 31
Not so much the scene was the character interaction. Rukia, Ichigo and Kaien's phone call at the start of this chapter is a little snippet of a dynamic I desperately want to explore. I dearly want these three in the same room because we all know the resulting shenanigans would be glorious.
Especially if Ukitake's there as the long-suffering parent trying to reign these three idiots in.
Kaien was and is bad enough, Ukitake was lucky to control him on a good day. Rukia follows his example because of course she would, making matters worse. Add Ichigo's particular brand of chaos into the mix? Well, thank god Ukitake is already grey.
⭐ #3 - Black and Blue - Chapter 31 (again)
Rukia and Ichigo crashing Kaien's date with Lisa. I love this scene because its fun, its light-hearted and Kaien is a troll, through and through. Lisa encourages it and only wishes she had a camera because that would've been amazing blackmail material.
To coin a BioWare term, Kaien and Lisa's relationship is best described as a rivalmance. They bring out each other's worst chaotic gremlin tendencies in the best ways. So naturally when the sprites were in the vicinity, they got a-trolling.
HOWEVER. Like with Isshin the very next chapter, karma will bite them both in the rump big time. I don't know how the conversation exactly will happen but I have no qualms revealing Rukia will unwittingly mention the incident to Ukitake (who will tell Kyoraku if he's not present).
As you can imagine, karmatic shenanigans will ensue, ultimately ending with Rukia and Ichigo having the last laugh while Lisa and Kaien squirm.
⭐ #4 - Once More To See You Again - General
Shaking things up for the last one. For simplicity, I'll refer to reincarnated Kaien as 'Neo!Kaien'.
I stopped writing this version for two reasons:
I realised that I was just following canon with extra steps and I felt like I could've done so much more with Neo!Kaien in hindsight. There are so many facets there I left unexplored.
I was rushing to have Neo!Kaien meet the Shibas, Squad 13 and Ukitake (I have mountains of variants for that scene alone, its not funny) and damned the consequences.
I couldn't salvage what I had so I've decided to re-do it. Such is the joy of fanfiction.
With this revamp, I'm giving Neo!Kaien a more complex layered character. Exploring his thoughts and feelings towards Masaki and Isshin, towards Ichigo and his sisters, his own name, the supernatural and so on.
I'm expanding on why its such a bad idea to associate with a loved one's reincarnation, why such a harsh penalty is in place, the tight rope Rukia (and Isshin) have to walk and general consequences of a perfect hybrid like Ichigo having a sundered soul (in cases its not obvious, Aaroniero has a chunk of Kaien's soul in his possession).
Addition to that, I had a far darker variation on how Neo!Kaien was prompted to unlock his powers. For the purposes of the revamp, I will proceed with this original version since it brings a lot of character drama. Which I thrive on. While functioning as a fierce cautionary tale about why its a bad idea to screw around with spirit magic like is a bloody sports game. **glares at Ishida**
I plan to write Neo!Kaien recognizably as himself yet fundamentally changed his human life, the experiences he's faced and so on. For one major difference: by and large, he views honour as vainglorious bullshit. A view emphasized and reinforced by the aforementioned cautionary tale.
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lindszeppelin · 1 year
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Please tell me you take requests.
If so I have an austin butler fluff to smut idea for you. I read sweet oblivious and I really love the way u wrote it so I had to give u this idea to write about.
So it's during the production of the Elvis film and they're filming the elvis and Priscilla era when Lisa Marie is born. The reader accompanied Austin cuz obviously she a hopeless romantic. Austin and the reader have been talking about having a baby but things haven't been agreed upon yet, until in between takes the mother of the baby that's playing Lisa Marie is struggling to keep her quiet so the reader sees it and offers to help by being goofy with the baby. Austin sees this and falls more in love with the reader and the type of mother she would be to their child so after shooting ends for the day he wants to start practicing making babies with the reader ending in smuttiness. 🥸
Thanks and keep up the good work!! ❤
Hey doll! First of all, thank you so much for your kind words on Sweet Oblivion. I truly appreciate your feedback, and that you liked it so much. That makes my day.
Honestly i've gotten a few people wanting to see if i take requests. While i've thought about it, i'm not really sure how I feel about the whole concept of it yet, as i'm still a somewhat new-ish writer in the fandom. I kinda just starting writing to appease the ideas I had in my own brain lol. There are so many awesome writers out there in the Austin/Elvis fandom that DO take requests all the time. I'll leave a few of them here so you can read their wonderful writing too and take your pick. I'm sure one of them can oblige your request!
This is a nice idea though! I'm just gonna have to turn it down. Idk if im gonna take requests in the future or not, but for now i'm content with doing what im doing. :)
Here's a list of awesome fanfic writers that I enjoy that do take requests: @powerofelvis @emmymaehereeeeee @bcofl0ve @foreverdolly @eu-whoria @elvisabutler and others <3
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i'm just going to ramble about the cosmos topcombi ohirome so ... be warned; hope the read-mores actually work
PAGAD was actually better than i expected, but only because i have grown to expect less than nothing from tabuchi sensei (which is mean of me because ohten no mon was Fine but I'll never be over how lazy renaissance was)
i have no idea when was the last time tabuchi sensei wrote a romance between the two leads, but given that he is not good at it i think it's better for all of us that he has given up, unlike ikuta sensei who is equally bad at writing satisfying romances and YET decides to embarrass himself right in front of us every single time
well, at least that ⬆️ is what i would say if it wasn't serika's ohirome, with lancelot cucking her in her pre-ohirome performance xcalibur... if zun steals your wife once, shame on her; if she steals your wife twice, well, that's her wife now
congratulations to the newlyweds
in a way, which is a very roundabout way, i really really appreciate what tabuchi was trying to do with this show, with the whole "traumatic event creates a ruthless villain who seeks revenge mindlessly but doesn't realize that revenge won't bring his dead mom back" thing, but the thing is that it worked too (?) well (?) and i ended up rooting for the nibante ALTHOUGH he had zero personality whatsoever and nothing going on for him apart from the fact that at the very least he wasn't joseph. i feel like if the top star is standing on top of a very tall building and my first instinct is "do it, jump!!!" then probably you didn't do a very good job with her ohirome show. i think i would have enjoyed this concept as a small theatre show with someone who isn't maybe top star. i see what tabuchi sensei was going for and I think if he took more time polishing the story (or if some other director was doing this) it could have been good. like if joseph was the nibante and had less time to show his true colours to us you know i would be eating from his hands or something. he wears all black and has curly hair. and yet.
serika was committed to the bit and I think her fans will be probably enjoying the problematic villain thing that's going on for her but at first watch i can't really say that joseph is written in a very nuanced way. I can't tell if tabuchi sensei is trying to break with the grand theatre tradition where you should feel compelled to root for the hero OR he thought joseph was a little problematic but ultimately lovable. because if so... dude, i wanted to push him off that building myself. no he wasn't Lovable! (if you watched this show and found him likable I'm genuinely happy for you)
but also, to be entirely fair, PAGAD also put kazato yu out there and let her deliver the performance of a lifetime as baby joseph, so i guess i DID win something i just hope others who watch her agree too and she gets her important shinko role soon, given that her douki keeps one-upping her somehow
haruno sakura is probably the love of my life but she had nothing to do the whole time apart from being knocked out or brainwashed OR being knocked out AND brainwashed at the same timel; but hey at least her smile is beautiful AND she got the zun in the end, after being traumatized by the top star for 95 minutes, so i guess it could be worse. she could be the mona lisa.
the other loves of my life (which is obviously something i just use as an exaggeration, so the words lose all their meaning) aimi sara and sendo naru even get lines in this production. so again i don't know why I'm complaining. although i know that these two are actually talented kids, they both sound like they are stepping in for someone else in the very last second and they didn't have enough time to prepare for their roles. the fact that aimi sara is taller than sendo doesn't help at all. they're supposed to have a crush on one another and in spite of staring at them every single time they were on stage as if it was THEIR ohirome i somehow managed to miss this until it was pointed out at the end of the show. master detective class FAILED.
i'm being mean but i honestly liked PAGAD more than i expected to like it and there were some good ideas in it i just think tabuchi sensei is trying too hard to be edgy and somehow that made things Worse. missing the tone or overshooting with something edgy&serious is a harder fall than missing the tone with something cheesy and light-hearted. (even though I didn't say a name, you still thought about them♥️) i know that mashiro is very funny, but when she came in as an old (?) man (?) with his entire body suffering from tremours i wasn't sure if i was supposed to be laughing or feel bad for him, or ... whatever third option there is.... and all of the (few) humorous (?) scenes went the same way. i felt like i could cut the awkwardness in the air on stage with a knife. and that's not good. you don't want to watch your faves stand on stage like a big pile of misery.
i did seem to have some fun with Sky Fantasy! on the other hand. i think, if anything, nakamura sensei knows how to make a troupe look very close and happy like one big family. nakamura sensei is probably also holding some record for pushing the largest number of actresses through the ginkyo. that guy doesn't discriminate. and i personally like that because you never know which little unassuming baby ends up coming to like the view from the ginkyo so much at that moment that they challenge their destiny and become the next top star of ???gumi.
i still think it should be a crime to make the opening curtain animated when you can have the cool LED title hang about there for five minutes, but that's just me. call me old-fashioned. i had the same problem with bankakyo, although it wasn't an animated screen. but if i can't see the show's name spelled out in LED before me, what is the point?
as i said just a few lines ago, what nakamura sensei does well is feature everyone up until super kakyusei members, and it may not be everyone's cup of tea, but i think it's nice to see the little babies in shows, makes it much easier to pick one out when you can see them in action. i love karen komachi with my whole heart but she looks like she has just stabbed you to death and liked it every time she smiles. it's fantastic, i can't wait for her marie antoinette.
i think she might be growing on me because seeing her come up on the hanamichi stage lift and wiggle in the Funniest way possible with her back to the audience made me think "now THAT can only be kazeiro." let's graciously gloss over the katakana english in her rendition of blue skies and go straight into haruno sakura's katakana english that was somehow perfect but only because i love and adore her. also she could yell "flash!" "BAM!!!" all day long and i would be entertained. she could also play joseph in PAGAD while hypnotizing serika toa into marrying her and i'd try to explain to everyone that joseph hand never done anything wrong,,,,in his life,,,,,
everyone's favourite is definitely featured at least once but probably twenty times, which is i think an important aspect of a show, it feels like there are a thousand chuuzumes, a lot of cute costumes, a lot of very questionable but maybe? fun costumes, a lot of haruno sakura in several different bobs (that somehow suit her and makes me think she'd be the perfect daisy, but this, i never want to find out)
if nakamura sensei is good at featuring everyone and really making you feel that you are witnessing the birth of a new TOP STAR and her troupe, well he is not that good at adding that one special flavour that makes Sky Fantasy Sky Fantasy! i don't really know what my favourite scene would be (well, obviously it would be haruno sakura singing orange coloured sky) despite having admittedly enjoyed every scene in itself as i was watching. i can't really decide if a noguchi (sensei) or a saito (sensei) revue that would inevitably give me a very visceral reaction to one of their insane and most likely impure or improper scenes is better, or something like this where i float through the show, undeniably having fun but also ultimately not getting any strong positive or negative reactions. is Sky Fantasy going to change my life? probably not, but i mean it was fun. is Sky Fantasy going to change Your life if you're a serika or sakuragi fan? i guess MAYBE because it was a long time coming and seeing them all decked out in massive feathers has got to be life-changing. right?
but anyway, the question remains: do i want to be traumatized by a sex dungeon cake scene but also get one of the most kuroenbi of all times, or do i want to play it safe and make sure that i come out unscathed, having watched one of the most generic (but sort of entertaining) kuroenbi/finale/duedan/chuzume etc. of all time? honestly, i don't know, but what i know is that noguchi (sensei) would hardly be so generous with all the kakyusei all the time unless it was some sort of a monster kickline with life-threatening gymnastics involved. and that fujii sensei would definitely try to put at least four otokoyaku in bad drag as the centerpiece of the show instead. but that is why the kagekidan has a lot of directors and that is why they get shuffled up all the time: so none of us is forced to choose! it's kinda cool.
god, i am not ready for frozen holiday.
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Can you please do a Dark!Adam x innocent!reader based off this song?
gonna be honest, I don't follow wilbur soot since soothouse retired so i have no idea what his music is like lol but i'll try to write something for it seeing as i've already written about adam being on the internet before! i like the idea of adam getting sucked into the online world!
WARNING: Dark!Adam, Stalking, Obsession.
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The internet has ruined him, corrupted him and his character. No longer who he used to be, hooked to a screen. Watching each and every second of video he could find, staring at photos of her. Sending her messages, waiting for her to answer him. Adam had become some guy in a crowd of guys, one man among men. Insignificant and yet so desperate to be close with her, it hadn't been his intention and now he was here. Infusing her voice into his recordings, sampling her laughter and her words in his music. Tearing up the metaphorical Mona Lisa to create the bigger picture, his bleeding dead heart on a canvas. He stopped sleeping, he hadn't fed in over two weeks. Too focused on getting his next glimpse of her, scanning the website for his entertainment for the night. Staring at the little circle that contained her face, waiting for it to light up. His phone completely connected to her socials, the old him would frown and spit in his direction. Tell him off for participating in this culture, allowing the toxicity of the modern zombie to seep into his bones. Adam didn't care anymore, as long as he got to see her. As long as he got to care for her in the ways he could, he was her fighter and her provider.
''I'm not sure what we're going to do for tonight's stream but I figured we could just chill for a little bit before I make up my mind! Give me suggestions, what should I do for tonight? I've got food on the way!''
Her cheerful voice filled his crumbling house, it was the only sound he wanted to hear. Adam's tired eyes focused on the screen, the brightness of his screen completely obliterated all his other senses. His sense of taste was gone, his smell and touch had mellowed. All he wanted was her, this perfect breathing being that seemed so far out of his reach and yet she was right here at his fingertips. On the other side of the screen, he typed in a rather enthusiastic and yet lacklustre 'hello' in her chatroom only for it to be swept up by thousands of other greetings, suggestions and crude messages. Adam stared at them with disdain, knowing just how flustered she'd get at the sight of them all. The shepherd of men, rams too eager to brush up against her legs as she took them out to pasture. He emptied his finances into her, wanting nothing more than to keep her safe and sated. Feed her in ways that she couldn't feed him, Adam knew just how fucked up he was now. Holding onto this nonsensical hope that she'd find him, reaching through the screen to kiss him. To thank him for everything he's done from where he sat to keep her presence as wholesome as he could. Shielding her from the vulgar comments, blocking them off from her streams when he could. One thing he had going for him these days, he had donated so much money to her that she had made him a moderator. Giving him the power to keep her all to himself, no matter how much he pushes for conversations she gave him half hearted 'hello's' and 'thank you's' whenever he tried. Perhaps too shy to fully commit to their conversations, thinking of something witty to say to impress him though she needn't do that.
''I ordered Chipotle, there's only one decent Chipotle in Detroit and they don't even do delivery which sucks so I have to ask Nancy to get it for me. She'll be here in like twenty minutes!''
Adam still couldn't figure out where she was but he could sense her, he simply had to be patient. His muse so naïve, innocent when it came to life. Suppose he couldn't blame her, Adam should blame those around her instead. Not teaching her of the dark depths of the online world which Adam tried so hard to keep her away from, strictly monitoring videos she's being sent and the images being posted to her. She enjoyed sweet photos of little kittens and sweet song birds, Adam was jealous. The innocence in her eyes, how he wished he could see what she saw. To view the world as uncorrupted and pure.
''You've ruined me...''
Adam let her corrupt him, all he could do was rot.
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appleinyoureye · 1 year
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Requests • Fandoms/Characters List
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⇾ I mostly take headcanons requests!
⇾ I have to really like your drabble/fic idea to write it.
⇾ I still plan on taking most of your requests. However, I'm only a human, so don't expect me to write them immediately. Depending on how I feel and how inspired I am, it may take me a day, a week or even more than a month to complete it.
⇾ Reader is always gender neutral (you can't request them to have any other pronouns than they/them – but you can request specific headcanons about body parts). Every character is bisexual unless they have a stated sexuality in canon.
⇾ No OCs, no SH, no ED. If your request makes me uncomfortable, I'll not write it.
⇾ I take fluff, crack, angst and smut requests!
⇾ I'm okay-ish with aging up characters, but it strongly depends on a character.
⇾ Please, be as specific as you can in your requests.
⇾ Up to 6 characters for headcanons!
⇾ I also write polyamory ;)
⇾ Please, don't republish my work.
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Fandoms and characters that I write for:
❇ Anime/Manga
↠ Attack on Titan
Armin, Connie, Eren, Jean, Mikasa, Sasha
Erwin, Hange, Levi
Annie, Reiner
↠ Bungou Stray Dogs
Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo, Tanizaki, Yosano
Akutagawa, Chuuya, Gin, Oda, Tachihara
Poe, Lovecraft, Lucy, Mark Twain
Fyodor
As of now, I haven't watched the fourth season, but I'm sure this list will be updated as soon as I see it.
↠ Dr Stone
Chrome, Francois, Gen, Ginro, Kinro, Kohaku, Magma, Ruri, Ryusui, Senku, Suika (only platonic), Taiju, Yuzuriha
Homura, Hyoga, Nikki, Tsukasa, Ukyo
Amaryllis, Kirisame, Matsukaze, Mozu
Luna, Maya, Stanley, Xeno
Byakuya, Lilian
↠ Haikyuu
Karasuno: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Ennoshita, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kiyoko
Nekoma: Kuroo, Yaku, Yamamoto, Kenma, Fukunaga, Inuoka, Lev, Shibayama
Aoba: Oikawa, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Iwaizumi, Kindaichi, Kunimi, Kyotani
Date: Aone, Futakuchi, Koganegawa
Fukurodani: Bokuto, Akaashi, Konoha
Shiratorizawa: Ushijima, Semi, Reon, Tendou, Goshiki, Shirabu
Inarizaki: Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Suna, Osamu
Kamomedai: Hoshiumi, Hirugami
Itachiyama: Sakusa, Komori
Other: Alisa, Daishou, Kanoka, Meian, Miwa, Pedro, Saeko, Takeda, Terushima, Tomas, Ukai
↠ JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
Part 1: Dio, Jonathan, Speedwagon
Part 2: Caesar, Joseph, Kars, Lisa Lisa
Part 3: Avdol, Dio, Hol Horse, Joseph, Jotaro, Kakyoin, Polnareff
Part 4: Josuke, Jotaro, Kira, Koichi, Mikitaka, Rohan, Yukako
Part 5: Abbacchio, Bruno, Diavolo, Doppio, Fugo, Giorno, Mista, Narancia, Trish
I haven't seen part 6 yet and haven't read the manga yet.
↠ Jujutsu Kaisen
Hakari, Inumaki, Itadori, Kirara, Maki, Megumi, Nobara, Yuta
Geto, Gojo, Ino, Mei Mei, Nanami, Shoko, Toji, Yuki
Koichi, Mai, Miwa, Noritoshi, Todo
Choso, Mahito, Sukuna
Haven't read most of the culling game
↠ Tokyo Revengers
Literally everyone, except for South, Mochi and Muto.
❇ Games
↠ Genshin Impact
Mondstadt: Albedo, Amber, Barbara, Bennett, Diluc, Eula, Fischl, Jean, Kaeya, Lisa, Mona, Razor, Rosaria, Sucrose, Venti
Liyue: Baizhu, Beidou, Chongyun, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Keqing, Ningguang, Shenhe, Xiangling, Xiao, Xingqiu, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yelan, Yun Jin, Zhongli
Inazuma: Ayaka, Ayato, Ei, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Kirara, Kokomi, Kuki, Sara, Thoma, Yae, Yoimiya
Sumeru: Alhaitham, Candace, Collei, Cyno, Dehya, Faruzan, Kaveh, Layla, Nilou, Tighnari
Other: Aether, Dottore, Lumine, Scaramouche, Signora, Tartaglia
I also write for some NPCs.
Platonic only: Diona, Dori, Klee, Nahida, Sayu, Yaoyao
↠ Yakuza 0
Kiryu, Lee, Majima, Nishiki, Nishitani, Oda, Tachibana
Makoto (only platonic), Reina, Yuki
I'm currently playing Yakuza Kiwami, so please, no requests with future characters, and no spoilers.
❇ Series
↠ Alice in Borderlands
Will write who you may request later. Don't have energy to do so right now lmao. But I think everyone is cool (except for Niragi)
↠ Stranger Things
Idk, I just love Steve. Will eventually update this list.
↠ The 100
Currently re-watching it with my partner after I've seen it four years ago, so I may not remember some of characters.
Haven't seen the last season, so no reqs with it, and no spoilers please!
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this fanfiction seems to be a good years ' 00s by the things that you reblog, and some of the pictures of her oc's I remember myscene❣I'm loving it!!! I've never seen until now it is a fan fiction of a kind Mahō Shōjo with the character, or the universe in the marvel comics, I must confess that this is fan fiction reminded me of the AOA,the winx club, tokyo mew mew is your oc's main hair to pink, you have a weapon similar to the one in the sailor saturn e style. I have seen the concept of his ocs, one looks to the raven of the teen titas is on purpose? good luck with the writing of this fan fiction and please do not take a very long time, with a translation, and it is very bad to the chrome to translate good luck, hugs and kisses Megan💋💌
Thank you so much for this Ask!!! I'm glad you loved it!!! yes it will have a very 2000s aesthetic very similar to Bratz and Myscene!! I love the 2000s fashion, the aesthetics, everything I have good memories of that time from childhood and pre-adolescence and even if it is happening today, there will be many references and things that still exist from that time!! I love Mahou Shoujo I always liked this genre and I decided to join the Loki with it all!! I didn't get to watch Tokyo Mew Mew is on my Anime list!!! And yes, Loki in this fic is very similar to Agent of Asgard!!! And yes there are many Inspirations from Winx Club and even Sailor Moon!! I never noticed that Emily looked like Raven it wasn't on purpose!!! Now that I realized that they really look alike!! yes the Glaive of Lisa is totally inspired by the one from Sailor Saturn! (Hotaru is my favorite character besides having the same Zodiac as Lisa and they are totally powerful!!) well I'll do my best to translate 100% this fanfic to English I'm still translating the Character List and writing some ideas and at the same time doing my activities for my Veterinary course let's see how much time I have I'm still planning chapter 5 and I haven't even written the first one yet!! Thank you so much for caring Megan !!! It was really nice to wake up to your ask!! Thank you so much, always feel welcome to ask me!! I'm here for it!
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madefordvarka · 2 years
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Ask Meme- David King ♡, teehee
David you went from worstie to bestie in literally a week, how does that feel?!
Favourite thing about them
I love that he's so loyal and will fight for his friends. I think that's really cool of him, I think he'd protect the shit out of his pals.
Least favourite thing about them
Dude you're so aggressive... Like I love you but also I think if you were more chill you'd be happier ya know?!
Favourite Canon relationship
Uhhh... I don't have any thoughts rn honestly. I'm liking the idea of him x Adam but truthfully I don't know that much about Adam yet, so I'll have to let you know if that changes! But I don't like the nerd/bully trope a lot of people write him into so I think that would be a good dynamic? I don't think him and Adam would fall into that. :)
Favourite non-canon relationship
My crackship is Lisa Garland x David, I imagined him giving her a forehead kiss and lost my mind.
Sexuality Headcanon
I've got a specific one: Biromantic, Homosexual! His relationship in my hc with Lisa would be more platonic!!
What I'd do if I could spend the day with them
Bro teach me how to punch and then let's go get some pub food pls. :)))
Random Fact I like about them
His fun little underground fightclub-esque backstory. My oc Zhanna did something similar so that's really cool to me.
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therealabby2015 · 2 years
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So I was literally inspired by the prompt @bluezey made, and I temptedly made a slightly horrible version of the Epiphany scene from Pixar's Soul, but in the emotion's point of view.
If you could immediately picture this, it's basically Joy was having an emotional crisis. There might be some hints to scene however, I actually gave up on that idea last October and decided that maybe it's the best that I'll leave it right in just below 1k words. It's not slightly detailed and I cannot publish it in my Archive below the 1k limit.
I hope you all enjoy this little crappy one-shot of mine and let me know if you wanted this thing to happen soon (and @bluezey, if you're reading this, making out some emotions is not my ideal write up but thanks for inspiring me)
Upon the dawn of midnight, Joe Gardner came home with a somber look on his face as he enters his lonely apartment filled with grim and misery.
He stared at his piano that shone underneath the moonlight and he approached it, opening the lamp that was placed beside it. With a crumble of his pockets, he took out all the things that he took throughout the day. Observing them with a bit of sorrow, he placed a finger onto the piano key. One at the time, Joe tries to think of a song that would burst out of his mind. But whatever key he hits, his eyes always met with the thing that concerned him most.
He blinked his eyes at the maple seed, now intently remembering the time that it fell over right towards the palm of his hand. The memory does bother him in a werid way that he couldn't describe, yet the seed does make his heart thump in a second.
In the headquarters, Joe's Sadness was controlling the console with his hands placed above the buttons that portrayed how Joe was feeling. Afar behind him was Joe's Joy, who was wrapping his arms around himself as he stared at the island that captivated him the most; the jazz island. Filled with all sorts of instruments that he could think of, from trumpets towards the piano, the little island stood out from the rest of the islands that glowed tediously with pure lust of enlightenment--at least it used to be that way until the island was dim and dark.
For the first time in years, Joe's Joy didn't seem to feel estatic after he allowed him to take that gig with the famous saxophonist. Even through a thousand gigs, he was seem unfulfilled.
He slowly looked back towards the mind center and he stood up as he approached the panels where all the core memories are tightly kept in. He stared at each of the memory that's lit up in beaming mixed colors, with one that's connected upon his family island. In the memory, he sees a time when Joe and his mother Libba were standing beside his father Ray as they spend their simple Christmas in their apartment. Joe was only nine back then, and he was joyful just as his emotion was. Beside it, was a core memory that connects between friendship and family islands. It was the time at his first date with Lisa that ended up going to chaos. Joe was equally laughing at her while he sees her coat drenched over in vanilla icing from the carrot cake that he ordered for her. There are others involving pain and grief, until he had landed himself with the core memory that he fondly remembers; the time when he was fascinated by the way the man in a fancy suit played the piano.
For Joe, it felt like it was blissful to see the moment unfold whilst the sphere doesn't seem to glow the way it used to glow. It wasn't just a core memory, but a dim one that has stuck on his head. Joe's Joy began to wonder where was the real core memory and he looked around the console, only to be seen holding it by Sadness as he was unwinding the memory to endure the little moment between Joe and his father. He walked towards Sadness and he touched the orb, their eyes filled with dreary sorrow as they were captivated by the moment that soon spawned into a mere second. They were lost at that one moment that instantly stuck through themselves. Joe's Joy takes a look from the console for a brief second before he accidentally pressed on a button that made the console glow in an ombre between blue and yellow, a wholehearted melancholy.
As Joe continues to play the piano, he suddenly feels overwhelmed by the realization that hit him and he ended up shedding up a firm tear that left a streak upon his cheek. As he closed his eyes, he could imagine the time has slowed down as he plays along. Sliding his fingers through the piano without the intention of him stopping. By the tick of his wall clock, he suddenly stopped playing. From a heartbeat or two, he knows something isn't right. Joe's Joy blinked his eyes in confusion as he lifted his hands out of the controls, letting Sadness take it as he fumbles along the buttons. He soon walked away back into the window, leaning himself against the invincible glass that seems unbreakable.
As soon the mind dimmed to dark blue, he soon noticed that Joe has finally gone asleep after the wild day he had. He sat down again on the floor and he gazed on the other islands that dimly glowed in the distance.
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