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43qh · 2 months

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Can I request a jealous Quinn smut in which the reader is extremely nice yet clueless when she gets hit on by other men. Maybe Quinn sees one approaching her and has had it enough. “Why would they ask me out” “why wouldn’t they”

your wish is my command, darling.

word count: 1.2k

genre: smut

warnings: unprotected sex, kinda rough, jealous sex

"i'll be right back, don't move." quinn demands, knowing you have a tendency to cluelessly run off. you smile with a nod, staring down at your drink. you stood idly by, waiting for you attentive boyfriend to come back to you.

while waiting, a man seemed to notice you all by yourself. you weren't aware of his presence next to you until he lightly brushed his hand against your shoulder, giving you a bright smile. "hi, what's a girl like you doing all alone?"

you wanted to cringe at the classic line, but instead put on your proudest smile, "oh, i'm not alone."

the man standing next to you looks around, before darting his eyes back to you, "i don't see anyone. you're too pretty to be left by yourself."

his remark makes you smile innocently, "thank you, stranger."

the man chuckles, "my name's trevor, actually. and i would love to get to know your name, and maybe more?" he raised an eyebrow with question.

when you were about to answer, quinn tugs you into his chest with a look of anger dawning his features. "she's taken, z."

you look in confusion, not knowing quinn knew him personally. "oh shit, you're quinn's girl!" he laughs it off, "sorry man, won't happen again."

quinn huffs, sucking in his cheek, "why would he just blatantly ask you out like that?" quinn glares at the back of trevor's head as he walks away.

you pull apart from his possessive link, "why wouldn't he?" you tilt your head in curiosity. it wasn't from a place of poking the bear, it was a genuine question. one that got you in trouble.

quinn huffs in anger again, "we're leaving."

you don't protest, unsure why he was acting this way. you had never really seen quinn this way. sure, he's been jealous before, but it was never anything close to this. the whole entire car ride home was quiet, making you nervously run your hands along the end of your dress as you sat there. quinn seemed serious this time, so you decided to remain silent.

when you entered the home, you turned to ask him what was wrong but stopped dead in your tracks as he glared at you. it was an intense stare, one you definitely haven't seen before. at least not directed towards you.

he strides towards you slowly, eyeing you like a prey, "you're right, you know." he doesn't let you ask what he means before continuing, "why wouldn't someone approach you? especially with those fuckable eyes, that short dress hugging your curves."

you gasped, "i- what?"

quinn smirks, letting out a breathy chuckle, "little innocent you. you think i don't notice the way men eat you up? it's the same way i look at you. i hate it." quinn snarls in a way that makes you swallow hard.

"you know i'm yours, quinn." you try to make peace with the man in front of you.

he smiles toothily, "i know. but i think after tonight, you need a strong reminder."

before you can ask or interject further, he pulls you against you, kissing your lips. he can taste the fruity cocktail on your tongue, and you can taste the faint linger of beer. it wasn't strong, knowing he liked sobering up before leaving the bar. the kiss made you dizzy, almost falling if it weren't for how strong quinn was grasping at your hips.

he bunches up the bottom of your dress, not breaking away from you until you let out a loud gasp at the contact of his fingers against your wet, clothed clit. he smirks, looking down at you.

"already soaked, huh? is that what i do to you? does making me jealous turn you on?" he tilts his head in a mocking manner, causing you to shake your head 'no'. he tsks, "from the way you're dripping, i think you do."

this wasn't like quinn. you had never really set off a jealous spark within him. well, not enough for him to do something about it. tonight, that was certainly going to change.

quinn rushes you to the bedroom, your heels coming off along the way while your dress stayed bundled above your hips. he pushes you down, climbing over you almost immediately. he locks eyes with you, seeing the way you bite your lip in anticipation. you would be lying to yourself if you said didn't like this side of quinn.

"i'm gonna make you beg to cum," he states, pulling down your panties and staring at the way your pussy glistened back at him. he hums, "you seem needy." he smirks, looking back up at you, "good."

he runs his fingers along your soaked core, rubbing soft circles into your clit, not quite giving you the pressure he knew you needed. the room filled with your quiet whimpers of defeat, and his ego boasted.

quinn quickly removed his shirt, pants, and underwear. you gawked at the sight of him. you could never truly get used to it. he was just so gorgeous, and you were one lucky woman.

quinn doesn't waste time in pushing into you, your heat sucking him in and making a groan leave his lips, "so fucking tight and wet."

you whine, gasping for air as you adjusted to his size. he stayed still for a moment too long, "quinn.. please."

quinn kisses your temple, "please what, baby?"

"please move."

he can't deny you, not when you look at him with innocent eyes that send him in a dazed state. your pussy was perfect, made for him. made for his cock. his cock only.

"so greedy," he huffed, groaning when you clench around him. quinn begins to set a fast pace, skin slapping against skin almost outdoing your moans that echoed in your shared bedroom. you go to reach for him, but he pins your hands down with a groan, "you like taking it, don't you? taking this cock."

you clench your fists, gasping and sputtering, his hips becoming relentless and not missing a beat. you were sure you would have bruises on your thighs and around your wrists. quinn moves and traps both your hands with just one of his. his size difference wasn't something he thought much of, but this time he was grateful for it.

quinn moves his free hand down to your hip, fingers bruising into you and making you cry out. "quinn! i- please.."

your words trail off as your eyes roll into the back of your head, the sight making quinn chuckle lowly and out of breath, "please what? you want to cum? already? i've barely even started with you." he lets out a snarl when you clench around him too tightly, making his thrusts falter for just a beat.

"yes, please!" you wail out, tears starting to form as you feel the coil in your stomach starting to burn like wildfire, "please let me cum. make me cum."

"who do you belong to?" he asks, quickening his pace and making you struggle against his strong grip.

"y-you. you, quinn. fuck.." you were so close, doing your best to hold it off just for him. you didn't want to provoke him any further than this.

he hums in amusement, "cum for me. cum on this cock, baby."

the release felt like pure bliss, feeling as quinn lets go of your wrists, letting you grasp onto him as you convulse around him. the orgasm so intense, you barely notice the feeling of his own cum pumping right into you.

heavy breaths filled the air, and quinn is quick to place a soft kiss against your lips, contradictory to how he was just minutes ago. "you're mine." he whispers against your lips. he's met with innocent doe eyes.

"always."

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swallowtail-lotus · 1 month

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Qin Shi Huang Headcanons {Fluff/Lime}

Fluff-

He likes taking to places with him, even if you're not needed, he'll take you. He doesn't care if anyone protest, if he says you stay with him, you stay. That is not up for debate.

He's an emperor, so he's busy most of the time. When he does have free time, he's spending it with you.

Expect him to give you back hugs from time to time. He'll even rest his head on your shoulder.

His kisses are passionate and last for a long time. Sometimes you often run out of breath, but it's worth it (or is it not?)

When he's sitting in his throne and there's no one around, you'll be sitting on his lap. Occasionally, he'll trace his fingers on your back.

Nicknames are pretty rare, but he'll call you one. Either báo or Precious Jade are the common ones. (Bonus if your eyes are green or if it's your name!)

His love must have the best things, so everything you own are gifts from him. A gold necklace with a/an (y/f/a) is what you wear every day.

Back to the gifts, some are to show you're his and his only.

Loves it when you trace your fingers along his back and shoulders. (Mans got back and shoulder muscles for days-)

He finds it very amusing seeing you flustered whenever he flirts with you.

One of the things he loves most are your kindness and smile. Just knowing you're happy makes him happy.

"Anything for you, my báo~"

Lime-

Gotta watch out for his hands. They'll be everywhere on your body. Sexual or not, he likes leaving his hand somewhere on you. Most common place for them are your hips.

When he's really in the mood, he'll trace his hands along your thighs (without his sharp claws on, of course). Sometimes they'll go in your inner thighs.

He is a dom for sure, and loves to hover over you just to tease you.

Definitely puts you in his lap and has grinded on you more than once.

Other times, he demands you get on your knees and get between his legs, and just say good while patting your head.

Sometimes, he keeps his sharp claws on and just watches you shake from the coldness from them. Often trails them up to your crotch.

When he holds you really close, don't be surprised when you find some love bites on your neck and chest. Another way to mark you as his.

The words he whispers in your ear will always send chills down your spine. And it's different each time.

Your moans basically encourage him to go further.

"Oh? Did my love just moan? Well, you'll be screaming when I'm done with you~"

#i won't lie #but i wanna wear clothes similar to his #they look so pretty and comfy💕#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #qin shi huang x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader

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neverchecking · 7 months

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Day 2: Tit Fucking- With Four

Okay, with everything going on, I know it's a little controversial for me to continue posting. HOWEVER, that being said I'm not letting them get to me.

It's been such a gift and an honor to watch how fast this community has banded together to come to not only mine, but Bailey's, defense too. So thank you. Thank you everyone. It means the world to me and I cannot describe how thankful I am.

That being said, I've delayed day 2 long enough.

Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!

Smut CW: Tit jobs, AFAB! Reader, its pretty much whats written on the tin.

This is Day Two of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.

Kinktober Masterlist <<< Day 1 >>> Day 3

“That’s my good girl.”

With his head rolling back, four let out a tight groan, chest flexing against his ribcage as his knuckles flex and curl around the roots of your hair in his grasp. Something primal and unprecedented for him rolling in his gut like an angry fire, comparable to the ones in the forge, making his back arch and thighs quiver. You just looked so, so pretty down there, tits held together with your hands as you kitten licked right where the first of several barbells pierced his shaft. The soft flesh of your breasts was warm and smooth and when slicked over with your spit, made for the perfect little show just for him. Watching you draw back and forth over his cock over and over again made the head weep with precum, which just served to make your gorgeous tits sheen even further.

Your nipples had perked so prettily for him and he was almost tempted to pull at them, but you were enjoying yourself. So dickdrunk, you could barely tell up from down as you found yourself so busied by his cock, switching between sucking the head to toying with each piercing as you passed it before raising up only to rub your tits up and down the very trail your lips had.

Goddess above, you were so pretty like that. On your knees before him, mind totally blank with the only thought of pleasing him. Oh, how he adored you for it. He was so totally infatuated with your golden divinity, so to have you praise him like he was the only God you knew of?

Made his cock twitch from where you had been mindlessly suckling at the head, tongue swirling over the opening to readily collect any new beads of precum.

“My precious jewel, you look like the Goddess incarnate even with your pretty little head so empty.” He crooned, hand leaving your hair to cup your cheek. It stalled you for a second, your gorgeous eyes looking up at him through your lashes, as if awaiting his next demand. And, oh, how we just love to pin you to the nearest wall and tease your velvet walls, dragging his piercings along them in the way he knew drove you absolutely crazy. To turn you from mindless and obedient to just simply breaking you in the best way he knew how, watching your pearly tears coat your cheeks as you babble away at him. He would ache for nothing more, but you had been so polite when you originally asked to do this. You had been so calm through his gentle insults and so well behaved when he had denied you what you wanted at first, teasing you like a dog with a bone.

It would’ve been cruel to deny you this, even if the idea was so deliciously taunting.

All that to say, the day was young and he had no orders to fill in the forge. So, he had all the time in the world to give you whatever you wanted. Even if it would come at a price.

“Now, finish what you started and maybe I’ll return the favor, my jewel.”

#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe #yandere legend of zelda #link x reader #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #loz #cindersins #Cinder's happy halloween #lu four #yandere four x reader #four x reader #lu four x reader #yandere lu four x reader

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ashlayan · 4 months

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Overworked

I'm late but happy bday Horropedia 🥺🫶🏻

Tw: SFW, written with a fem reader in mind, a smol amount of angst followed by much fluff.

Pairing: Horropedia (Joshua) x reader.

May this year witness the freedom of Palestine 🇵🇸🇵🇸

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Work in the Foundation was usually fine, the fact you were a Supervising Field Agent usually meant you got assigned, well, interesting field work. But sometimes the higher ups would demand evidence to backup your mission report "Claims", be it for a trial, or an open investigation, and you would need to spend all nighters sifting through both your and your subordinates' files, as well as archived news articles, archived books, archived tapes, or really anything that could be of use.

To say all that left you mentally exhausted would be an understatement.

More than anything, it makes you yearn to finish up work quickly and go home for a hot bath and indulge in your guilty pleasure: Romance Stories.

You're pretty sure anyone of your colleagues hearing about that hobby would be more likely to think they're being pranked than actually believe it.

You, who worked hard and rose quickly within the ranks of the foundation, despite your young age.

You, who thanks to your constant networking and relentless hard work, was the youngest to be awarded with the title of Field Supervisor, bar Vertin of course as she's the Timekeeper.

Exactly why, when asked, you would usually give the far more acceptable "Tennis" as an answer. Really at this point only very few people have any clue about your obsession, and only because they were your classmates back in your more innocent and naive school days. People like this fool who came unannounced, sitting uninvited on your office couch, thoroughly distracting you from your urgent task.

"And then, we're thinking the main character would be revealed to have actually been the real villain all along! Like the serial killer will still remain a separate person, but the way Blonney's thinking of doing it is making Jessica turn out to be even more terrifying!! We'll drop hints throughout the film and-"

And so he goes, on and on. He even stands up and starts pacing as he bothers you further.

You want to groan. This annoying, silly, helpless, cute, sweet, adorkable fool.

"Aren't you supposed to be grounded?" You say deadpan, "What are you even doing here?"

Horropedia stops and turns, facing you properly, "So you can talk!" He practically cries out with mock shock, his face a mask of "disbelief". "Here I thought you'd gone mute, turns out you were just ignoring me." He says as he walks over and plops down on a chair facing your desk.

You roll your eyes refusing to play along. "Some of us have work to get done, Joshua. We're not children anymore, it's high time you start acting like an adult and quit those silly, childish stories."

"Oh?" He says smugly, but you can tell you've definitely hit a nerve by calling him Joshua instead of his preferred nickname. He then proceeds to take a long look around your office, craning his neck this way and that.

You're not sure what he's planning but it can't be anything good.

"Bingo." He says just under his breath as he stands back up and heads for the cupboard you use as a make shift file cabinet. You tense slightly but remind yourself to keep a cool and aloof facade.

He places one hand against a compartment's door and asks: "So then, there isn't a hidden stash of silly, childish romance novels right in here?" He asks, tapping a finger against it.

Go big or go home. "Please, I outgrew that nonsensical hobby ages ago, do you honestly think I have the time to-"

Horropedia then grabs the door handle without permission and proceeds to yank it open-

Or he would have if the door wasn't locked shut. It doesn't even budge.

You smile smugly. "Did no one teach you going through people's belongings is bad manners?"

"Coming from the person who used to steal from my candy stash? I don't wanna hear it." He says dismissively, now focused on intently staring down your cupboard's lock.

You blush, because he's bringing back embarrassing childhood memories of your's, definitely not because he looks really hot when he stops being a lovable goof, or because of the way the light hits his side profile just right and he looks so serious in a rare picturesque way-

You snap yourself out of your reverie just as he brings something out of his utility belt, you blanch when you realize what it is.

"Seriously? Lockpicks? Who goes around carrying those?! Wait- is that how you got out of confinement?!"

Horropedia ignores you and gets immediately to work.

You spring up and rush towards him, only to arrive a second too late as he opens the cupboard with a dramatic flourish, revealing far too many books with cutesy artworks for covers, some with even more tantalizing titles. In fact, their were so many that they proceeded to slide down and out of the compartment, forming a sizeable pile on the floor.

Your stash now exposed, you do the next best thing and head straight for the open office door instead to shut it. This however is far from ideal.

You turn around slowly and as expected, the dork is giving you and adora- Infuriating smirk.

"How. How did you know they were in there-"

"Relax Short-Stuff, I just know you too well." He says, almost preening with pride at his "accomplishment".

You frown, "Don't call me that."

"Don't call me Joshua." He fires back.

You don't reply, and instead take a silent step towards him, then another.

Alarm starts bleeding into his expression, as he himself takes a step back while throwing a glance at the closed door behind you, no doubt gauging the distance in case you decide to attack.

Instead you ignore him and bend down to start gathering your precious but embarrassing treasures.

"What was that about knowing me so well?" You say offhandedly.

"Well- you used to tackle people who pissed you off so- I mean- Forget it."

Now with you both feeling defeated, he bends down to help you gather the books and says: "When do you even find time to read all of these? Everytime I see you you're either writing a report, heading to a mission or coming back from one."

"The car rides are usually pretty quiet, I can read them in peace as long as I hide the covers." You say without looking up.

After a moment of Horropedia not saying anything back or moving to help you, you look up.

"What?" You snap. You know that look, he's judging you. "If you have something to say say it."

"No, no, it's not like that I just... Do you ever get any rest? I'm pretty sure you even work weekends, and I heard you do volunteer work too. This isn't healthy is all I'm thinking."

You blink. Well yes, he does have a compassionate and sweet side too, it's usually hidden by his general tomfoolery though so you tend to forget about it. You also didn't expect him to be keeping an ear out for news about you, it's not like the two of you chat all that often either. You're caught sufficiently off guard that you now have your mouth hanging slightly open with no sounds coming out.

"Earth to (Y/N), you there?" He snaps his fingers a couple of times, and when you're still silent he sighs and continues gathering your babies- your books, and springs back up to stuff them in your cupboard, then dusts his hands off.

You're looking up at his standing form and damn, he actually looks really good from this angle, really accentuates his already impressive height-

This time he forgoes trying to talk to you and just grabs your from the waist and lifts you back to your feet, giving you a quick pat on the shoulder for good measure before letting you go.

Then he seems to think something over and places a hand on your forehead.

"You're not running a fever, but your zoning out is really out of character for ya. Good thing it's 6 already, you can clock out now." He says with a gentle smile.

The smile isn't exactly rare for him, but it also isn't something he usually gives you.

Ever since you set your sights on climbing the corporate ladder... You have been pushing everyone away, even those most precious to you. You've been taking on more and more, piling the tasks and duties up to the point where, sometimes, you just want to do something crazy and impulsive, to get the load off your shoulders even for a short while.

He's still gazing at you, but his smile is wavering. He's still waiting for an answer though.

You consider what would happen if you say yes to clocking out now, if you even gather some additional courage and ask him to hang out? As friends of course! For old times sake! But then again, if you're already that far, what if you ask him out for real? Maybe just for today, you can ignore the far too many responsibilities piled high on top of you and just-

You shake your head. "No sorry, I'm actually spending the night here, I have a lot of work to get done. I know you want to leave though, so you go on ahead, don't worry I won't rat you out so no one should come to drag you back to the school." You say with a chuckle, and wait for him to get going.

But he doesn't move. You can't read his expression, and the way the light hits his glasses isn't helping. Finally what he says is: "I guess you haven't changed that much after all."

Saying you're bewildered would be an understatement. "Huh?"

He loudly sighs, throwing his head back for added effect as he massages the bridge of his nose.

When he's looking back at you his glasses are now sitting crookedly on the space and you have to hold back the urge to reach up and fix them.

Two hands are now on your shoulders, as if to stop you from escaping the truth. "Listen." He says very seriously, all traces of his usually cheery voice gone. "I'm going to say this as plainly as possible. You're working yourself to the bone. I get it, you have some bigger picture in mind, some larger goal that I probably can't see and you're throwing everything trying to reach it but consider this. Maybe it's just not worth it. Not if you'll die long before you get to it within whatever crazy time limit you've set for yourself. Come on (Y/N), you're a field agent for God's sake, how lame would it be if you bite the dust from overworking on reports?!"

He's panting slightly, that speech was clearly coming from the heart and you really appreciate it, you really do, but ever since he first came in today you've had a nagging suspicion you've been trying to stamp down, but it was time to address the elephant in the room.

"Joshua. Why do you care so much? Because honestly the way you're talking right now..." You take a deep breath, "The way you sought me out today, the way you say all of this... I don't want to sound arrogant, but am I correct to assume that- that-"

You can't do this, if you're wrong what's left of your already dwindling friendship with him might be the price.

You back away from him. "I'm sorry never mind, forget I said anything, I'll keep your advice in mind so please just-" just go! I don't want you here when I cry!

But he must see something on your face because he's pulling you in for a hug. It feels so familiar so right that you can't help but melt into it. The exhaustion finally seems to catch up to you and you can't imagine having to trek the walk back to the dorms, much less get any more work done tonight.

You almost miss it, but you just barely make out the words "Yes, you are correct."

And that wakes you right back up.

You push back and straighten up, and he's immediately startling with you. "W-what?" He asks, looking absolutely adorable. This time, you do reach over and right his glasses.

"What did you just say? You whispered something just now, did I hear it right?" You stare at him intently, your gaze unwavering and determined.

He looks to the side, "Don't look at me like thaaaat." He quite literally whines.

"Like what?" You ask, finding yourself genuinely curious as to what he sees in your expression.

He looks back, "Like I'm one of your high priority missions. Don't give me hope if you don't mean it (Y/N)."

You're tired from a long, mentally exhausting day. Your brain to mouth filter is gone, but then again it usually is around Horropedia. You are not thinking straight but you kinda never are around this man.

You grab his necktie and snatch it down, dragging him with it. Your lips are on his in a second, he's reciprocating (thank goodness) the kiss in the next.

When the two of you break it off for air he has the widest grin he has ever given you. No not ever, but in a long time. The intense nostalgia is the last addition to the melange of feelings churning inside of you and the tears finally fall freely.

Predictably, Horropedia panics.

"I'M SO SORRY?! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID BUT I'M SORRY?!?! WAS IT THE KISS? IT WAS THE KISS WASN'T IT-"

You quickly cover his mouth before he broadcasts any more private information to the whole office floor.

"Shhhh! Calm down! I just... I just needed a good cry I guess..." You end meekly, wiping your tears away.

Horropedia stares at you wide eyed. In another situation this would be the perfect teasing material, (Y/N) actually knows how to cry?! Or something along those lines, but evidently even he has better sense than to do that, so he instead silently hugs you again, and doesn't tighten his hold until you hug him back.

You could stay in his arms forever, which sounds cliche but isn't that amazing? That you could get to think of something so silly and cliche instead of the probability of success of your next mission strategy? You take a small step back without letting go, just to look at the wall clock and debate what to do next. You can tell Horropedia is eagerly waiting for your decision with bated breath. Finally you pull yourself out of the hug.

Only to grab your purse and keys, then quickly come back to his side.

"Alright. You win, what's the plan now?" You ask, twisting a scarf high around your neck to hide your excitement.

He frowns slightly, and hesitantly asks. "Do you still suffer from insomnia?"

Of course he remembers. "It's better now but yes." Is your answer.

"Then we go on the most anti-insomnia date to help you sleep!" He announces, opening the door for you.

You chuckle and head out, waiting for him to follow so you can lock your office.

"And where are we going?" You fiddle with your keys, slipping one in the lock.

"To your dorm room?" He asks more then answers.

You freeze. "Moving a little fast there don't you think?" You turn to face him.

He flushes bright red. "Noooo!! I knew you would misunderstand!!! I meant because your bed is there and you could go straight to sleep once you feel like it!!!"

You giggle. "Oh I know, just teasing." You say wiggling your eyebrows.

He gasps "You! I! Why you! Hmph!" He turns and walks on ahead, but there's a spring in his step and he's headed towards your dorm, so you know he's not actually mad. You jog to catch up to him.

"Geez Joshua, not all of us have long legs wait up!"

And he does slow down, but he also throws you a question. "Why do you keep calling me Joshua? At first I thought it was to annoy me, but that can't be right. So what's your reason?"

You consider this carefully. After everything that just happened, admitting this truth hardly feels like such a hard challenge. You talk as you walk.

"More than one reason I guess... For starters it's what I've always known you as... Despite what I said before, you actually have changed in a lot of ways, heck you used to be shorter than me." You laugh a bit, "The name feels like all I have left from back then." You say with a sigh.

He keeps silent, probably guessing there's more, so you continue, "Also... Well, this is a bit embarrassing but everyone calls you Horropedia... I guess I kinda felt special by being the only one calling you Joshua. It's silly I know."

Horropedia stops walking and grabs your hand, halting you too. He's silent for a moment before he croaks out, voice clearly emotional "You can call me whatever you want." Then he goes back to walking while still holding onto your hand, pulling you along. And that's that.

He walks you all the way to your dorm room then stops.

"You're not coming in? You didn't change your mind already did you?" You ask half jokingly but also kinda worried.

"Nope! I'll go bring my tv and some supplies, I'll be back in an hour or so, that way you'll have time to freshen up and maybe relax for a bit?" He says with a small smile, and ruffles your hair lightly.

You blink, then processing the first part of his sentence you ask: "Why are you bringing your TV? I have a TV."

"You do?" He sounds surprised.

"Of course, how else would I be able to play my romance film tapes?"

His mouth forms an "o" shape. "That actually makes sense, I don't know why I didn't think of that. Well there's still other stuff to be brought but this definitely helps save time, alright see you soon." He gives you a quick hug before parting ways.

Now home, you proceed to tidy up the dorm room and hop in the shower, then get dressed in a comfortable but cute outfit and style your hair into something more relaxed and comfy.

You head to your wardrobe and start opening the large bottom drawers you use to store blankets and pillows, and start constructing a pillow fort on the rug, facing the television.

It's not long until you hear a knock at your door, and with less restraint then you would usually allow, you rush towards it and swing it wide open to reveal a-

A pile of shopping bags and a plushie?

"A lil help here? Actually can you let me in?" You hear Horropedia's voice as he tries to right one of the bags sliding down with his knee.

"Ohhhh!" You intone, mesmerized, "A talking pile of bags and a plushie!"

"Haha, very funny." Horropedia's head pops up and despite his words he's definitely amused.

You quickly begin grabbing the bags closest to you and realize they're pretty much all filled with snacks and fizzy drinks... All of which you know for sure are nothing like those issued by the foundation.

"Where did you even get these?" You ask, as the both of you drag the bags inside. From the corner of your eyes you notice him taking extra care not to drop the relatively large plushie.

"Oh you know, I have my ways~" He replies, going for a mysterious tone.

Do his "ways" include Vertin's suitcase? Probably. But you don't say anything, let him have his moment.

When everything is set up nicely around your pillow fort, you turn to ask him what you're watching when you find him on one knee, dramatically presenting you with the stuffed toy.

"Will you do me the great honor, of accepting my humble offering?" He asks solemnly.

You burst out laughing "Wha- what are you doing..?" You wheeze.

You bend down to grab the plushie and admire it, it's a nice medium size, aka the perfect hugging size.

"I thought you might need a little friend to keep you company as we watch-" He takes out a film tape with a flourish "This movie!"

You blanch. "Is this one of your horror films? Are you serious? I thought we were trying to put me to sleep not keep me up all night." You say with an exasperated shake of your head.

"No no listen, you're used to romance movies, they're no good to help you sleep anymore or they would've worked by now right? Maybe what you need is something to wring out all the nervous energy from you so you can relax!"

Somehow that both makes some sense and no sense at once. But then you have a realization.

You pretend to think it over. "I don't know, even if what you say could hypothetically work, and while your gift is cute, I just don't feel like it's huggable enough, you know?"

His face falls slightly. "Oh? You don't like it do you? I knew I should've brought a bigger one-"

"No, what I'm saying is, it's not the same as cuddling with a warm human being."

You wait for the mostly genius yet sometimes dumb dumb young man in front of you to connect the dots. You can tell he did when his face is the shade of a ripe strawberry.

"OH! Ohhhh!! Oh. Yeah, yeah we can definitely uh- cuddle. As much as you want. Of course."

You laugh "Dude we were just hugging and kissing in my office! Why are you getting all shy on me now?" You tug him along by the arm to set up the film.

"I knoooow," he whines, "it's just this is a step further ok? And that was an I'm-really-worried-about-her hug, and the kiss was a very emotional moment my brain just wasn't braining!"

"Whatever you say." You reply as you poke his right cheek. "You're cute though so it's fine." You giggle.

You wait for him to berate you about calling him, the horror genre enthusiast and connoisseur "cute", but all he does is stare at you with a dopey smile, just making you melt.

"Are you sure we can't just watch a romance movie?" You ask softly.

"Nah, we're being our own romance movie right now." He says as he grabs your hand and hoists you up with him, leading you back to the pillow fort. "You'll pick the movie next time."

The screen turns on, displaying the title of the horror movie you settled on. “It’s a classic!” Horropedia says, clearly excited to share the movie with you.

As you both sink into the pillows, the opening title sequence of the film begins playing.

As the horror style music plays, you notice Horropedia lean in his body closer to yours, careful to not make it seem like he was trying to get nearer.

"You can come closer I don't bite," you say jokingly, "and if I was uncomfortable with having you here I wouldn't have mentioned cuddling in the first place."

Horropedia's face turns fully red as he realizes he was not being subtle.

"Yeah... sorry."

His body shifts, and he slides one arm around your shoulders. He then speaks, barely above a whisper, "Can I get a hug now...?"

"I didn't know you were the clingy type Joshua," you start to tease, "and before even the first jumpscare hap-" but you immediately get interrupted by a joke jumpscare, a character that is not the antagonist innocently scaring their friends as a prank, yet embarrassingly managing to startle you "Eeep-" your hands instinctively grab onto the nearest object, which of course has to be his torso.

Oh dear lord. You sigh internally.

You look up at his face, finding he at least has the decency to try and stifle his laughter, though he wasn't succeeding much. But his droopy eyes were crinkling at the sides, and his smile was just too beautiful so you couldn't get mad.

Horropedia chuckles at your expression, probably finding the irony amusing, and the fact it was a fake jumpscare that did you in.

He then quickly pulls you closer to give you that hug you were just teasing him about not a moment ago.

You feel your head lean against his shoulder as he pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you as you both settle further into your cozy pillow fort setup.

"This doesn't count you hear? I wasn't scared or anything, I'm just a bit jumpy." You say, trying to preserve your dignity. The last thing you need is the no.1 horror enthusiast to misunderstand and think you're a scaredy cat, you would never hear the end of the teasing.

You could feel his chest vibrating with laughter underneath you, and he reaches up with the opposite hand and ruffles your hair.

"Uh-huh." Is all he says.

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By the time the movie ends, you're already sound asleep. Horropedia carefully untangles your limbs and carries you off to bed. The day did not go as he'd expected, he'd go as far to say it went more like his fantasies then actual reality.

He tucks you in carefully, being mindful to jostle you as little as possible. He's fairly certain if you go on a second date (you probably will right? This date went great right?!?!) you won't settle for anything other than one of your romance movies.

Not that he minds, really. After today he doesn't think he'll be looking at the characters on the screen with jealousy or disgruntlement. He also thinks he'll enjoy whatever you pick.

He glances at your alarm clock. Oh it was late. He'd better get moving, while he has more freedom under Vertin's supervision now he still shouldn't push his luck. He decides he'll tell you tomorrow about his new, more flexible work arrangement.

He heads for the dorm room entrance, opening and closing the door softly behind him. His last thought before leaving is he'll have to ask what you thought of his movie pick tomorrow.

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From the river to the sea PALESTINE WILL BE FREE ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸.

If you pray, please pray for Gaza and the Westbank 🙏🏻🙏🏻

#r1999 #reverse 1999 #gacha games #fanfic #horropedia #joshua #horropedia x reader #Horropedia x y/n #Horropedia x You

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frenchfrywrites · 8 months

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Indulging Gluttony

MINORS DNI

trans male dom top reader, sub bottom Beelzebub, feminization (Beel receiving), feederism, piss, mommy kink, reader uses a strap on

terms used for reader: cock, dick, tdick

Thank you to @lilacrodent for the commission!! Been so long since I wrote for this gentle giant, so thank you for letting me go hog wild <3

"Open up" you hum quietly, lifting another pastry to Beelzebub's mouth. He stares at you through his lashes, dropping his jaw as he's told, wrapping his lips around it and biting down, being careful of nicking your fingers.

Beel chews and swallows quickly, not taking the time to savor the flavors on his tongue. He's opening his mouth for you again before you know it.

You pick another treat, and repeat the process, furrowing your brows when he nibbles on the pads of your fingers. "Sorry," he mumbles softly, his mouth still full. You don't say anything, just watch him swallow with a heavy gaze.

Beel is sitting in front of you on the floor, between your spread legs, with you sitting on the edge of your bed. You've now guided him through an entire meal, and are midway through dessert. Beel's been eating quickly, on par with how he usually does, so you've been trying to feed him slowly to counter it.

"Please," Beel mumbles softly when you make him wait more than a minute. He tugs on the side of your pants nervously. You smile, and grab another pastry. Before you even have to instruct him again, Beel is opening his mouth. You press the food onto his soft pink tongue, and keep your fingers there. He catches on after a moment, and wraps his lips around your fingers. You let him hold you in his mouth for a second, then slip your fingers out so he can chew and swallow the food he so desperately wants.

Slow as molasses you place treat after treat into his mouth. Your fingers are sticky with sugar and Beel's spit by the time you're out of food.

He's not done yet, you think giddily. There's still some water left that he hasn't finished. Taking a hold of the glass, you bring it to Beel's mouth. He obediently opens his mouth to drink, pressing his thighs together tightly and squirming just a bit. His fingers play with the hem of his skirt as he excitedly gulps down the rest of his water.

Glancing down, you see that Beel's skirt is now sporting a large tent in the front, lifting the fabric and further exposing the skin of his thighs.

"Good girl," you praise as you set down the now empty glass on your bedside table. Beel licks his wet lips, catching any trace of leftover water.

"I haveta pee," he tells you softly, fidgeting and bouncing around. This was the plan all along, but hearing him say it makes heat rush to your loins.

"Can you hold it for me, pretty girl, just for a little bit?" you ask, though both you and Beel know that it's more of a demand than a request. "Go get my cock then come here," you say, and Beel scrambles from his position on the floor, rushing to where you keep your strap.

He brings it back, and shifts from foot to foot as he watches you take off your pants and slip into your harness. Once you have it on comfortably, you sit back down on the edge of the bed, and pat your lap.

Beel practically falls into you, settling his massive thighs on either side of you. "Shirt off?" you ask, tugging on it. Beel practically rips it off, showing off his pretty red, lacy bra, that covers his full chest. He chews on his lip as you reach out to touch his stomach.

"Do you feel full?"

"Um, a little bit," he responds honestly, "I could probably eat more," you laugh at that.

"I'm sure you could darling," you press harder against his slightly bloated skin, and plan to make more food for him next time. You'd hoped he would have felt more full, but watching him devour the meal you'd prepared, moaning, while sucking and licking your fingers, was enough to satisfy your desire to stuff him.

"Ungh," Beel grunts, as your hand presses down on his bladder while you feel up his stomach. You note his reaction and continuing to massage his belly, teasing his bladder just enough to get him on edge. Sooner than later Beel is breathing heavier, scrunching his eyes shut tight, trying his best to squeeze his legs together, trying so hard not to piss himself without permission.

It's safe to say watching him get like this has made you nearly uncomfortably wet. You lose yourself watching him, feeling his body tense and tremble under your hands. The sound of Beel gasping your name snaps you out of your lustful haze.

"I'm sorry, I have to pee so bad mommy, I can't hold it, I can't-" he rushes, like he's been wanting to say this all along but has been holding it in. Before you can get a word out, Beel gasps and his purple eyes shoot down to look at his crotch. You get a single second to see a small wet spot forming at the front of his skirt before Beel's hands cover it as he presses his hand against his cock to stop his stream.

He whines and whimpers like a dog, giving you his biggest, most desperate puppy dog eyes. You break easily.

"Aw sweet girl, you've gotta pee so bad huh?" he nods at your words, his eyes becoming wet with tears. You pull down the waistband of his skirt, which has been tight against his full stomach and bladder, and smile at Beel's sigh of relief. It's a bit of a struggle but you manage to help him out of it while still keeping him on your lap.

Beel is properly squirming now, from both desperation and excitement. Gently, you remove his hand from where it's been pressed against his cock. The sight you're met with is the outline of Beel's fat, hard cock, straining against his wet- and no doubt sticky- bright red lacy panties.

"Oh baby," you coo, breathless at the sight of him. His cock twitches visibly under your gaze, and you can feel his thighs flexing where they rest on either side of your waist.

"Mama," he whines softly, prompting you to peel back his underwear next, letting his cock spring free against his stomach. A bit of pee leaks out, but with a sharp breath, Beel stops the flow, waiting oh so obediently for your permission. Hastily you pull his panties down under his balls keeping your view to his cock unobstructed.

"Okay baby girl," you give his cock a single stroke and Beel's whole body shudders. "C'mon, let go for me."

Beel clings to you, and for a moment you two just hold one another, before he finally wets himself.

"There you go darling," you hum, watching as Beelzebub moans and pants, wetting his abdomen, and your laps. The sight of him, and the warmth of his piss sinking into your clothes, makes heat burn under your skin; it's nearly unbearable. You sink your fingers in his plush thighs, rutting your hips up into him, your tdick aching.

Desperately, you want to touch yourself, but you want to touch Beel even more. You run your fingers through his stream, and his breath catches in his throat, his hips jutting upwards and causing his piss to make an even worse mess.You bring your messy fingers to his mouth, and Beel accepts them happily, sucking and moaning at the flavor.

His stream dies down- it ends too fast in your opinion- and Beel already looks fucked dumb.

You pull your fingers from Beel's mouth, a trail of his saliva connecting your fingers to his puffy lips. Beel keeps his mouth open, his eyes wide and pupils blown.

You bring your spit slicked fingers around his back, and rub them against his hole. Beel knocks his head into your shoulder,

"Mommy please," he whimpers, drooling against your shoulder. Keeping him sedated with your fingers playing with his entrance, you busy your other hand with reaching for the lube. When you pull your hand from between his cheeks, Beel whines, clinging to you tighter.

"Patience, princess," you remind him as you lube up your fingers. Beel nods his head, and goes pliant in your lap, letting you stretch him open for your cock.

Looking down you can see his cock weeping precum. He's so close already, and you can't wait to bring him over.

"Up," you say, your voice heady with lust as you pull your fingers from him again. Excitedly, Beel lifts himself up, and hovers over the head of your strap. You grip your dick, and line it up with his hole.

"Go on," you barely get the words out before Beel is sliding down, his mouth open as it rubs against all the right places, and fills him so nicely.

All it takes is one thrust. Beel, ever the eager bottom, lifts his thighs to ride you, and slides himself back down. You jerk your hips up as he does, and his prostate dead on .

Much to your surprise— though really you should have expected it— the sensation makes him cum without warning, and untouched.

"Good girl, cum for me baby, fuck," you groan as he rocks himself against your strap. You work him through it, thrusting your hips up and hitting his sensitive bundle of nerves with your cock until he's pawing at you and whining. You kiss his broad shoulder,

"Thank you mommy," he mumbles as he comes down from his high.

"You're welcome sweetheart," you hum, "now, you wanna get me off pretty girl?"

You can feel Beel lick his lips, then pull his head away from your shoulder, "Yes please mama."

#sub beelzebub #sub obey me #stuffing #p/iss #cw mommy kink #spice #yeah yeah ik some of u are thinking dont eat in bed. whatever. beel would approve.

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yeonjun4beagles · 2 years

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degradation kink yeonjun helping his virgin gf learn how to masturbate, hes completely clothed and shes fully naked sitting between his thighs in front of a mirror. god the way he'd wrap his arm around one of her legs to keep her legs open because shes feeling shy, the other hand over hers helping her learn how to make herself feel good 😭

A/N: literally reminds me of this , btw its a nsfw link so if you're uncomfortable, dont click it!! ^^~

"look at yourself, sweetheart, look at how that pretty pussy is dripping for me, so desperate to be filled up full of my cum", yeonjun said as he caress your thigh, eyes trained on yours through the mirror. you whimpered at the sight, seeing yourself sprawled in between yeonjun's thigh, a thin layer of sweat covering your bare body, making it glisten.

"yeonjun, please teach me how to feel good", you gently whispered, shy from the fact of how inexperienced you are compared to the sex god that's embracing you. "i will, baby. i'm gonna turn you into the perfect slut for me. you want that, hm?", yeonjun spoke, before trailing hot kisses along your neck, leaving reds and purples along the way.

his hands then slides over yours, guiding them towards your entrance. "you ready, angel?", "yes, please", you muttered as he guided your finger to circle your clit, drawing lightly over the bud. yeonjun watches your face closely through the mirror, searching for any signs of discomfort, making sure you're completely comfortable with what you're doing. "jjun, it feels weird down there", you meekly said, your voice breathy from the unknown pleasure you're feeling, making yeonjun's cock throb in his pants.

"does it, baby? do you want to stop, hm?", yeonjun asked despite knowing the answer, just to tease you. "no, no, i wanna continue", you plead, your other hands coming on top of yeonjun's to prevent him from pulling his hand off yours. "i know, baby, i know. so eager to be my fucking whore, aren't you? such a good slut".

you moaned hearing him calling you such dirty names, knowing well he's the only one who can make you feel this way. "eyes on me, y/n", yeonjun called you, demanding your attention back on him. yeonjun smirked at how innocent you looked, all while doing possibly the dirtiest act in your life.

"baby, can you try inserting a finger for me?", yeonjun asked, his eyes looking pleadingly into yours through the mirror, which only got you wetter, if it was any more possible. moving your hands further downwards, your circled your entrance with your finger, collecting your wetness before slowly easing the digit into your slit.

yeonjun groaned as he saw your finger disappearing between your folds, his pants tightening by the second. "how does it feel, baby?", "it feels weird, hurts a little but somehow good, i guess", you answered in between moans, your finger now slowly easing in and out of your pussy. "mhmm, that's it, baby, go on, use your hole like that, just for me", yeonjun cooed, his hands coming down to circle your clit, adding in pleasure that made the knot you're feeling in your stomach tighter.

as your moans are getting louder, yeonjun's finger left your clit and suddenly joining the one at your entrance. "baby, this will hurt a bit but i swear, it's gonna feel good", yeonjun assured you as he eases his finger into your pussy, meeting yours. you whimpered at the stretch, being from his obviouly thicker and longer finger.

"jjun, god, i think im gonna cum", you sobbed, pulling your finger out, barely seconds before you reached your high, cumming around yeonjun's finger as he continued fingering you through your orgasm. panting, you looked at yeonjun through the mirror as you slipped your slick-covered finger into your mouth, moaning at the taste of your own wetness.

"fuck, baby, you did so well and that was so hot. can i fuck you? please?"

A/N: im so sorry this turned out softer then i intended it to be ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

#CJ!asks #CJ!anon #txt #tomorrow x together #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt imagines #yeonjun #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun imagines

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Authors Note: It's getting intense now, hope you're ready for the rollercoaster ride you're about to go on for part three! This has took me 7 hours on and off and I'm pretty proud of this series to say the least. Still Wes' number one fan btw. Please feel free to leave a comment or reblog if you're enjoying it, also if you want adding to the tag list for future parts/updates just lmk 🥰

Summary: Joe and reader have never seen eye to eye, growing up together and even further along the line in adulthood. There’s always been something lurking in the back of their minds. It couldn’t be, they share a mutual hatred and can’t stand the sight of one another. Surely, it’s been a long time coming but will the tension finally break into something more beautiful? Time tells all truths.

Under 18's DNI. Warnings: Angst, a worried reader and a whole load of smutty smut throughout Word Count: 6.3k

Taglist: @eddiemunson-mylove @daleyeahson @ali-r3n @quinnypixie @thefemininemystiquee @winchester-angel @ayooooo0 @wonderheartz @avobabe87 @palomahasenteredthechat @chickennug90 @emma77645 @pepsimunson @figmentofquinn @ches-86 @sugarheart-riot @shawnamae87 @joeqnz @kayleeelena97 @etherealglimmer @birdysaturne @freakymunson @aol19 @coley0823 @lma1986 @eddiesgirls12 @poisonedluv @aysheashea @credulouskhaleesi @xlilithb @tlclick73 @siriuslysmoking @miserybeans @haylaansmi

Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨ Part 4

"On your knees." You wouldn't usually answer to such a demand, but for Joe you knew you couldn't refuse. A dominating, demeaning and beautiful looking man giving you the eye, forcing you to do as your told when you pause for a second, standing before him naked and for the taking. "Are you deaf? I said on your fucking knees."

"Make. Me." You didn't know why you dared to even try to disobey, maybe you wanted him to corrupt you more than he already had.

It was both the right and wrong move to make, Joe's hand came around to grip your hair up into a ponytail, twirling you around until you fell backwards into him, his other hand cupped itself around your throat, lifting your face up so you were compelled to be face to face at an awkward angle.

"When you're with me, you will do as you're fucking told." The grip tightened making your lips part straining for the oxygen you were now lacking in your lungs. "Got it?" You struggled to nod but you managed it slightly, obviously pleasing him when you felt Joe grind the length of his cock between your ass cheeks. "You look so cute when you're vulnerable." He smirked. It haunted you everywhere.

Joe let go of your throat and you were instantly swung back around to look towards him front ways on, your hair was still very much intact in his clenched fist. As he pulled it downward, you had no choice to be dragged in turn, your knees slapping to the laminated flooring beneath you, slight pain stinging onto the bruises you knew which would consume your legs hours after.

"Well well well, isn't that the prettiest sight I ever did see." Joe hummed as he slapped his cock onto your lips. "Open up for me beautiful, I wanna fuck your mouth." You decided on this occasion not to challenge him, probably better that you didn't after the minimal punishment you received for not submitting the first time.

As he pushed in a few inches, you felt the thickness of his cock stretch through your lips, inviting itself down towards your throat, you took a breath in, bracing yourself for the moment it made contact with your tonsils.

Breaking the tension before you could even get to the point of no return, your phone began to buzz, the irritating tone playing over and over again, radiating through your ear drums; a slight PTSD feeling. "What's that?" Joe took his cock straight from you, leaving your mouth feeling direly empty. With a sigh of what you could only describe as a cock block, you got up from your knees running over to attempt to stop the unbearable nose. "It's my alarm."

Your body came alive, consciously opening your eyes and then closing them again, realising that it was absolutely your alarm tone, alerting you wake the fuck up, ugh. You stretched the entirety of your body, a few clicks of your bones here and there from being in the same position for the few hours sleep you'd managed to get. You moved your arm out of the comfort of your warm sheets to slap your hand down on the stop button. Once you'd managed to finally get it terminate, you accidentally knocked it off of the bedside table and it hit the floor the same way you recollected your knees doing.

Not. Another. Fucking. Dream.

Not only did the thoughts of the last two dreams you've had in 48 hours come into play, it was also the sheer embarrassment and memory of Wesley catching you outside of their flat in the early hours of this morning, every one of these things now consuming over you into one horrendously torturous headache. You could picture perfectly his face the moment he saw you half bent attempting to rush back into your safe space, a place where you could think out loud; but it was all too much in slow motion and now Wesley had this big secret of yours in the palm of his hands. He could and probably would tell Joe of what happened, you knew you would have to face the vile thought of it at some point; but you took a deep breath and thought to yourself: I'll cross that bridge when it comes to it.

You felt just as revolting as you had done the previous night, fantasising about Joe in such a way; but you couldn't even begin to fathom an excuse of why it was becoming a regular occurrence. You had to put two and two together, was it completely possible to have a crush on someone that you hated? You needed to shake off the thought, but you were completely intrigued by the new feeling. It was completely obvious that the feeling was not and would never be a mutual one, so you could just continue to dream about him and that's all it would ever be; nothing more and nothing less.

It was something that would make the headlines in your very own news broadcast. The girl that hated the boy all her life and now finally comes to admit that the reason she's hated him all this time was because she wanted to get in his pants, or in short; the girl likes the boy. Who would ever admit such a crime? It felt as though it was one after all. Had someone put a curse upon you to gain sudden emotion towards Joseph Quinn? Or were you truly just growing out of your hateful advances towards him.

You forced yourself up and out of bed, nothing left to do but get on with your day; the sheer thought of it made you feel even more exhausted than you already were. You moved to the bathroom, clinging your hands to the edge of the sink as you took one look at yourself in the mirror, immediate nausea hitting you square in the stomach from your head repeatedly telling you that Wesley had told Joe about you listening in to him and his one night stand.

"Stop worrying about it Y/N, what's the worst that could happen?" You give yourself a pep talk before twisting the tap and splashing cold water over your face, relieving some of the symptoms that arose with the sickening ambience which you were pretty sure was on it's way to overpowering you.

Everything you forced yourself to do to get over the worry of last night was an impossible task; the very ordeal was held above your head like a constant rain cloud with no escape until you had at least faced Wesley again, maybe he had forgotten or maybe you were just stupid for trying to make yourself believe such a thing. It seemed like you had not got a choice in what you thought now; Joe was stuck in the forefront of your mind. These mixed up and down right freaky feelings were starting to put you in a chokehold, you knew you must maintain your reputation around him in keeping the whole enemy situation a thing, you couldn't let your guard slip, not now.

The reason had clearly been there all along, how you were connected by fate, despising one another with no apparent logic as to why you did, you'd gone through nearly all your life bumping into him at one time or another and now all of a sudden you lived across a hallway from him; surely it was a sign. There was only one problem however, Joe would never feel the same way about you. You'd put on the façade for too many years to be able to develop anything from whatever feud formed between you.

The only rational thing to do now was to fall onto your sofa, hide yourself away and maybe scream into your cushion a little bit; it worked for other problems in the past so why not this one?

There was no denying you felt a little better after that, yet the sound coming from outside averted your attention straight back to it all. You could make out the familiar sound of Joe and Wesley's front door opening and the bimbo giggling just a few feet away from yours. You made a bee line for the peep hole which had become very much your own spying object. You lifted your feet to manage a look through it with ease, each of you knew this was only a one night stand, but only one of you hoped that it wouldn't be. She was in an eager and desperate attempt to keep him in the hallway and clearly not wanting to say goodbye, Joe had other ideas. She was on her tip toes just as you were, her arms wrapped around the back of his neck as she giggled whilst he made a subtle attempt at stepping her back into the corridor when she'd took two steps forward.

"Do I have to go?" She giggled, doing that whole innocent girl act which made you cringe in the worst of ways.

"I've got stuff to do, I'll call you though." There it was, the confirmation of a one night stand, I'll call you is a way of kindly insinuating for the other to piss off and I'll never see you again unless it's for a booty call. Joe removed her arms that were attached with her all her might, as she remained leaning upward she made a move for his lips to give him a goodbye kiss, yet before she got at least half way there, Joe was slowly closing the door in her face.

"I'll see you soon then." She grinned, a slight nerving in her voice obviously upset and bitter that she'd been another victim of the charm that Joe's whole aura gave off. You watched her until she was out of your sight, looking back a couple of times in hope that maybe he'd reopen the door and change his mind about her leaving and suddenly want her, need her. Of course he didn't. You quit your almost stalking behaviour, picking at the skin of your thumbs anxiously as your thoughts continued getting the better of you.

Finally managing to pluck up the strength, you pushed yourself into the bathroom, turning on the shower to get ready for the day ahead. You were reliving the dreams again when you found your thighs clenching together, hearing Joe behind you with his clear instructions after you refused to listen the first time. You tilted your head back, letting the water run warm on your face, your lips parted a little as you attempted to breathe through it. Your body took control of you, your hand slowly touching yourself up before slotting between your slit, you rubbed a little, bringing your head forward to gaze down at what you had started. You bit down on your bottom lip, deciding to just let yourself go wild; you deserved a little fun after the situations you'd found yourself in lately. You moved your legs to stand a little apart from each other so that you could find the ache you craved to be played with. Shivers ran up and down your spine, the mix of pleasure as your fingertips brushed against your clit with the warm water and steam running from the showerhead just added to the eroticism. You were just missing one thing, him.

You closed your eyes in the hope that the mirage of Joe would appear in front of you and as if by magic, your head adhered to your wishes. The euphoria became all too real as Joe's hand now mirrored that of yours, rubbing effortlessly, his forehead pressed against yours as he watched you fall apart with the way he expertly stroked your sensitive area. You swore you could hear the sound of his raspy voice in your ear, telling you to let go, to give yourself up for him. This version of Joe adored you and would do anything to make you feel good and the realisation that this would never be the case made you all the more eager to enjoy this moment.

The satisfaction you longed for finally hit you as you moaned out his name way louder than you could have thought possible; your thighs making an attempt to clench together but straining to stay apart whilst you rid out your orgasm. "Keep them open, I want to see you squirm." There was the voice in your head again, the perfectly gravelly southern accent which once you detested but now sent an unfeasible amount of butterflies both ascending from your stomach and descending back down again once they'd reached their bee line for your heart strings.

Your eyes opened and yet again, you were alone and without the man you were beginning to hanker for. You finished off your shower, giving yourself a good wash down, scrubbing at your hair which had lugged up during your bit of sleep you managed to get. It was an absolute understatement to suggest that you weren't exhausted, you really were, you felt like you could genuinely sleep for a week.

You managed a bowl of cereal and a cup of tea, your towel still intact around your head with your dampened hair wrapped securely inside of it, you'd put on your comfy clothes from the night before and would decide if it was even worth getting dressed properly later. You contemplated on what more you could do to take your mind off of Joe, you felt like you had fantasised enough for one day. Looking out the window, the weather was an absolute no go, it was pouring it down with rain, the water smashing against the glass made you shake your head, reassurance that you weren't about to be going out anywhere anytime soon.

You took yourself off to bed, grabbing your blanket which was neatly folded on your set of drawers for when you required it; this was one of those days. Scrolling aimlessly through your phone as most people do when it's their only cure for boredom, it wasn't long until you caught your eyes shutting, straining them to keep yourself awake was way too much of a task. So you gave up, unwrapping the towel from your head, rubbing any excess water you had left and threw it to the floor. Laying on your side, you locked your phone, keeping it next to you and shut your eyes, away from reality and away from the fatigue, your last thought was that you assured yourself you would awake feeling fresh and recomposed.

Your dream was vivid this time around. You were stood in a huge field filled with hundreds of people that you had never seen before, yet there was a gap making a straight line between you and Joe. You were both stood facing one another, chests puffing in and out with your heart beating overtime at the sight of one another. No matter how much you tried, every step forward you would take towards him, Joe would take one step back, yet he'd still be staring right at you. Was this a metaphor for never having Joe the way you wanted him? If anything were to happen would you just be like the girl he basically kicked out of his home this morning?

Joe began moving back faster until he was disappearing into the crowd of people, the space closing of your views between each other, trapping you amongst everybody else. You could see glimpses of his faces behind the strangers that moved around you, but you couldn't find anyway to get close enough. You shouted his name, but no sound came out, just the hustle and bustle of every one else's voices seemed to bellow over whatever noises did emerge from you. Running did you no favours, it was a heavy sensation like chains were wrapped around your ankles as you kept tripping over your own to feet. You got no where and before you knew it; you had completely lost him.

You sat up in a panic, your breath heaving from your parted lips as you looked around the room, no daylight to be seen, how long had you been sleeping for? You felt better for it anyway, it didn't matter to you right now that your body clock would probably be fucked up and you wouldn't sleep as well tonight, you were just glad that you had finally got some rest. You lifted yourself up in your newfound mood, putting on some music onto your Alexa, you glanced out of your bedroom to window to find it had stopped raining. The noise of the tunes playing in the background had you swaying your hips from side to side, you were in the mood for a drink or two, it was Saturday night after all, wouldn't it be rude not to partake?

You danced on over to your phone, tapping it to see the time. 7:00pm. You gave yourself an hour and a half time frame to get ready and then you spontaneously decided that you would venture out to the local pub around the corner from your complex. Venturing into the kitchen, you opened the fridge to find the now chilled wine that you had saved from the other night, no need for a glass you thought, you would chug from the bottle. Heading back for your bedroom and sitting down at your makeshift vanity mirror you began to make yourself look human again. It'd been so long since you got ready like this, the upbeat music seemed to help dissolve all of your present issues in your head and replace them with the lyrics to the song, almost as instantaneously as your voice belted them out.

You did a full face of natural looking make up adorned with a smoky eye, curled your hair leaving them intact whilst you slipped on your ripped jeans and a long sleeved crop top. Going back to the mirror you combed through the thick ringlets to let them become softer waves. You added jewellery, spritzed yourself with your favourite perfume, downing at least a third of the bottle of wine so that you had some liquid courage inside of you to help you settle in the pub quicker once you got there.

You went into your wardrobe to pull out your bag you used when you go out out, put on your trusty old faithful heels, doing a final check to make sure you had turned off all of the plugs and moved back through to the kitchen to forage through the cupboards to find something that you could shot before you set off. You found a bottle of vodka right at the back of one of the shelves, it was absolutely not like you to just undo the cap and take a swig of the sterile tasting spirit, your face scrunched up as it burnt your throat when you swallowed a gulp of it down. It made you feel quite sick in all fairness but you washed down that feeling with another shot of it straight into your mouth, a burp ascending quicker than you would have liked once you had ingested the last drop, the burn was non existent the second time around and you felt a little tipsy by the time you had found the front door, shutting it behind you and repeating over and over to yourself to lock it behind you.

It were as if by magic that you caught sight of your next door neighbour leaving to quite obviously go out to do the same thing you were doing, how convenient. "Dan!" You shouted, he turned around getting a glimpse of who had just called his name out, a smile broke out, reserved just for you and you alone. Dan was quite an attractive man, probably about ten years older than you but a tall, dark and handsome kind of vibe was good enough, it didn't make you mind the obvious age gap.

"Hey Y/N! Where you heading?" He waited for you to catch up before you began to walk to the lifts together.

"Was just going to test the waters at the pub around the corner." You replied, swaying a little from the alcohol inevitably making it's way into your system.

"All on your lonesome?" He chuckled, resting his hand onto your shoulder to keep you still.

"Yeah, you?" You smiled sweetly.

"Guess that means we can go and have a drink together then huh?" The lift pinged and the doors opened as Dan gestured for you to go through first, pressing the ground floor button, you cleared your throat as you watched the doors shut.

"I don't see why not." Dan pressed his hand to your back, ushering you to go out of the lift before him again and then onto opening the main complex doors for you, it was gentlemanly gesture after gentlemanly gesture; sweet little things that you noticed about him.

You made brief, short conversation as you made the few minute journey to the bar and sure enough, it was as busy as you thought it would be. You moved along the crowd of people, wedging yourself where you could at the bar to order your drinks.

"What do you want?" Dan almost had to shriek into your ear for you to be able to hear what he said over the top of everyone.

"Vodka and coke please." You may as well of sticked to the spirits, you had already made an excellent job of polishing off a bottle of wine and the few shots you dared yourself to do.

There was no forced chatter between you both once you had gotten your beverages, you found a table with two high stools to sit at together. One drink together turned into several and a few hours later, you were fully in the zone now; drunk and entirely happy. Feeling free of the irritations of what you could consider real life. You moved your eyes along the crowd, people watching whilst Dan excused himself to go to the toilet. You double took as soon as you found the pair of eyes you didn't wish to see tonight. Joe. He was filling his attention span straight towards you, trying to peer at who was sat with you. You flittered your eyes away with the hope that he had not seen you make a couple of seconds of full eye contact with him.

Dan returned back to his seat and you consciously watched through your field of vision at Joe furrowing his brow seeing him of all people joining you. You decided to play this to your advantage to see if he would keep watching or would leave you to it seeing you preoccupied and happy with your company. It seemed to work, you managed to find Wesley stood next to him who scanned Joe's line of view to find you. He put his hand on his shoulder trying to recapture his attention off of you, there was instant refusal as Joe replied to him without even taking his forced stare away.

The considerable amount of alcohol in your system and the man you were pining for in your imagination was now wrapped around your little finger, you had Dan with you; it was time to make an obvious flirt of yourself. The more you inflicted your touch upon Dan, whether it be stroking his arm or leaning into him and laughing at every joke he was pulling from his sleeve, it was driving Joe insane. You loathed every second of it yet the more you continued your act, the more it began to feel sincere, he was a really nice, palpable person and it made it more difficult to fake around him.

"Wanna get out of here?" Dan asked you straight, his hand firmly pressed against your leg and it seemed that the intention was there and he'd caught wind of your flirting, intending that you would accept his offer.

"Why not." You confirmed, picking up your bag from the table you jumped off of the stool. You looked back enough to watch Joe's emotion fully changing, deflating right in front of you. Wesley was still in a huge attempt to make him ignore what was happening in front of him, but he failed each time. Dan put his arm around you as you made your way out of the bar, you pretty much clung to him all the way back. You got to the hallway, stopping at his door and then entering right behind him. You got straight into it, Dan took a hold of your waist and leaned down pushing his lips onto yours. Your eyes were clenched shut and for a minute you imagined that it was Joe's lips connected to yours instead of his. A wave of disgust ravished over you and you tried to stop, but the more you leaned back the further he'd close the space again.

"D-Dan I-I-" He leaned back to his full height, looking at you concerned.

"Everything ok?" He asked, a little confused.

"I just can't go through with it, there's someone I think I like and I feel bad if I lead you on."

Dan let go of you, holding his hands up in the air. "No worries, we're friends though right?" Ever the gentleman he had proved himself to be, you leaned up to kiss his cheek, looking back with a nod and unsteady feet. "Thank you for understanding." With that, you left to return the few metres to your front door.

Closing it behind you, you sink down to the ground as tears seep from your eyes, you were going through every emotion that alcohol could possibly endure upon you tonight and it showed from the way you felt guilty for kissing someone else even though the realisation hit you that the man you actually wanted to do it with would never want or think the same. You attempted to get up from the floor, but fell straight back down again, using the front of your foot to push each heel off, you kicked them to either side of the room. Falling back only increased the tears, you felt useless and small. They say drunken minds speak sober thoughts and in your case this had never been more true.

You were startled as you overheard the sound of running from the outside getting closer and closer, followed by the bashing of a fist just above you. A huff and a sigh, managing to get yourself to your feet whilst feeling slightly unnerved at the strenuousness and eagerness to get your attention. You moved the door handle down slowly, creaking it open to look through. Joe.

"What?" Well done, you started that extremely well.

"I figured out your problem, your problem is with me." Joe pushed against the door, leaning against where you held it, you cold have easily let go and permitted him to fall flat on his face, but you kept a good grip on it.

"God you're a fucking genius." You sarcastically hissed back at him. The stench of alcohol and cigarettes leaked from you both, alcohol was fuelling you both to state your truths, just a shame you couldn't go the right way about it and had to maintain your normal way of detesting him. You moved away from the door letting it swing open as Joe moved a couple of steps in.

"There she is. You know you're the biggest most pretentious self centred bitch I've ever had the misfortune of meeting." Those words cut you deep, fresh wounds in the pit of your stomach which destroyed the butterflies you had been feeling previously over Joe only hours ago.

"Was that supposed to be an insult?" You fired back, scowling at him for not knowing he was breaking your heart and only pushing your walls up further.

"Nope, just the truth."

Before you could shoot a reply back to him, Wesley rushed in and looked between the two of you and the apprehension returned back from the locked part of your sober memory that it was possible that he had told Joe about catching you last night. Shit shit shit.

"Wesley will you get him away from me I-"

"Will you two stop fucking shouting it's the middle of the night and you've got the front door open to increase the volume for these poor people that live around us."

"He came to me and I don't know why." You ignored his plea for you both to shut the fuck up.

"Joe come on mate, let's leave her be."

"No we're having it out Wes, I can't be bothered with this shit anymore, she's been this way with me since school and I want to know what her problem is with me."

"It's just you." You hovered your finger from his head down to his feet, gesturing that it was nothing but that, you couldn't help your eyes following where your hand moved so you could get a good look at him despite your response.

"No excuse."

"Valid excuse."

"No it's not!" Joe raised his voice.

"Yes it is!" You raised yours a pitch louder.

"No it's n-"

"Oh my god, will you two just get it out your systems and fuck already? You're both being ridiculous." Wesley stood and quite enjoyed the comical way both of your jaws fell to the floor in unison. Having had his moment, with such authority, he slammed the door shut to make a point of his argument towards you and Joe.

"So come on, tell me the real reason you clearly despise the very thought of me?" Joe put one foot in front of the other, striding over towards you like he was on a mission, making you be the one to step backwards until your back hit the counter top with a thud. His hands placed themselves either side of you, trapping you completely. You'd never been this close to him before in real life, seeing the way his doe eyes were wide, you had never realised how stunning the colour of them were; he was exceptionally more beautiful up close.

"I don't have a reason, I don't know you." Your voice faltered at the way he stood over you, making you feel so small.

"Do you want to know me?"

You shook your head, lips parting to suggest otherwise but you didn't speak a word.

"Yes or no?" His face became impossibly close as he craned his neck down to just above your level.

You shook your head again, this time slower, then the gap closed. His mouth on yours without a final thought, the feeling was unreal, better than your dreams perceived. His lips were soft and angled perfectly against yours. None of you broke the kiss, it just got mor heated the longer it went on, Joe's hand came up to firmly grip against the back of your neck, ensuring you weren't going anywhere even if you wanted to. Your heads tilted opposite ways, deepening the kiss, feeling the tip of his tongue meet with yours, he tasted like tequila and cigarettes which made you dart your own muscle in motion with his, it was absolutely exhilarating.

Joe made his hands get to work whilst the heat between you continued to stir rampantly. Feeling him unbuttoning your jeans made you mimic his action as you began to unbutton his trousers. Joe made the first attempt to break the kiss as you removed your own clothes, instantly naked before each other, Joe took a hungry moment to check you out thoroughly.

"You might be a bitch, but you're fucking sexy underneath all of that." A backhanded compliment but it made your cunt twitch all the same. Joe picked you up by your waist, lifting you onto the countertop so that you were now at a face to face level, with better access he pushed his lips to you again, your legs spreading wide so that he could stand between them.

His big hands wandered up and down, scanning the length of your spine allowing goose bumps to be left in his tracks. Joe pushed you back in an eager state and your response was to sit your feet up, arching your thighs out further so that he could touch you with ease. You let out a lengthy moan into Joe's mouth as he pushed two of his thick fingers inside of you, stretching you out in a means to get you ready for the main event. He thrusted them in and out of you in a painfully slow manner, but made sure you felt the whole length of the by allowing his fist to be pressed up to your entrance.

You whimpered as they tapped at your cervix, curling upward when he got to it each time, his pace picking up with every jab. You squealed when a third finger made it's way through, it made Joe bite down on your lip as if you were driving him crazy with the noises you were making. "You're so fucking tight." He moaned along with you as his other hand was fisting away at his cock, spasming in his hand from how turned on he felt.

"Cum for me. I wanna be fucking you senseless in the next few minutes." His forehead pressed against yours, looking down to monitor the work he was putting in to make you come undone. Joe hit a particular spot just the side of your cunt, making you clench around him, back arching upward as you came all over his digits.

"Fuck yes." Joe sounded out, removing them from you instantly and grabbing your hand making you slip a little so he could pull you from the countertop.

"Bend over." You stood gawking at the way his cock twitched in his grip, you were mesmerised by it, not what you were expecting, thick in girth and just above average in size, it had a slight curve to it, uncut and just overly perfect; you should've known.

"Did you hear me?" He snarled.

"Evidently not." Your sarcastic response got his attention. Low and behold your dream became reality and he gripped his hands onto your shoulders, swerving you around and pushing your head downward so that you were in the position he wanted you in.

Your heart was pounding, you quickly remembered you were in the same spot where you were in your first dream, everything was coming to light and it was just as you had wished it to be. If only it were better circumstances than clearly a hate fuck. Joe spread your ass cheeks before slapping his cock against it, biting down on his lip, he let them go, caging his length between them and grinding up and down letting his foreskin move a little making him unleash a wild and wicked grunt. Replacing his cock to position himself at your entrance, you were met with a cursive spank to one of your ass cheeks and then another, matching the slight red mark he left on the other.

"Beg for it." He said.

"Never-" You replied.

Without hesitation, he didn't let you get another word in edge ways before he slammed into you, the wetness you had already created together made him slide in with ease and you took every inch of his cock instantly, dainty tears creeping in the corner of your eyes from the sheer stretch. He railed into you instantly, leaning over to bury one hand underneath you, seamlessly rubbing at your clit to get even more of a reaction out of you than he had already gotten. Joe clearly knew that he wouldn't be lasting long from the way he went about it.

His hand pulled onto your hair, making the contact between you even closer, his sack was launching upward, slapping against you, his hand furiously massaged against you and his cock infiltrated you good and proper, you were in a state of ecstasy which you never wanted to stop. Joe pushed on as much as he could, yet the harder he went, the more he concentrated in not blowing his load too soon. He moaned out your name a couple of times which sent you over the edge into your second orgasm.

As soon as you clenched around his length, Joe knew he was a goner. He pulled out of you and released straight onto your ass, hissing profanities at the top of his lungs at the over stimulation he was receiving from ultimate pleasure.

You reached over for the tea towel at the side of you, throwing it back for Joe to be able to clean you up, he wiped over you briefly and began to get dressed instantly. You were both ridiculously out of breath, silent and awkward. Understandable as the first real contact between the two of you happened to be this way.

You made the effort to get back into your clothes to make you feel at least a little less demoralised. You weren't sure if you really did like him, if it was only a lust for Joe that you were craving. You weren't kidding nobody, not even yourself.

"I'll ask you again." Joe broke the imposed mutism. "Do you want to know me?"

You made a farced attempt to scowl at him, you shook your head. Brushing past him and opening the front door to signal for him to leave, you'd had about all that you could take for now. Both figuratively and literally.

You moved your hand to him and wafted towards the door. Joe grabbed his shoes not even bothering to put them back on seeing as he didn't have much a distance to go back to his own place.

"Yes-" Joe paused.

You sighed.

"Or-" He swallowed a gulp of saliva.

"No."

"I hate you Joseph Quinn."

"No you don't." Joe smirked at you as he walked away, looking back at you to press his ear against his front door, another malicious snigger erupting from his throat.

"I assure you, I'm far from hated." He winked at you, unlocking the door and closing it behind him.

Shit. He knows.

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bakerstreethound · 1 year

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"Making sure the other eats/drinks"

Reader doing this to Sherlock, cuz that arrogant, dehydrated, malnutritioned ass of his needs to eat and drink regularly 💀

Blurb: Send in one of these scenarios along with one of the characters I write!

Feeding Sherlock

Anon you didn't have to call me out as well haha but he needs some food in his system because you know he goes days without eating cause he forgets and is so absorbed in his cases.

Warnings: mentions of food, not eating properly and dehydration. All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03)

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You rolled your eyes as he stumbled through the door, plopping himself down on the chair panting with the strain of running down the streets of London. You would say he looked high as a kite if it weren’t for the dark circles forming under his eyes or the haphazard look of his scarf.

After a few moments, he came over to join you at the table, glaring at the slice of pizza you placed in front of him, and crossed his arms like a pouty child. You didn’t bother to peck his cheek, though you desperately wanted to, not needing to prolong the production for much longer.

"You haven't eaten in three days, Sherlock. You're going to run out of steam and if I'm having to hunt your arse down through London, I won't be happy."

He glanced at the plate briefly like it were the worst insult you could've given him. "Please, I've gone five days before!" He scoffed and rolled his eyes, tilting his chin up in defiance.

You huffed and messed with the slice on your plate. “Still, you should eat, I know you’ve forgotten too. Even with that big brain of yours, you obviously need to eat.”

“It’s bad for my digestion when John and I are out,” he said as if it were the most obvious fact in the universe.

You sighed heavily, glaring daggers at him and his own gaze locked into yours, tilting his chin up at you in defiance. You knew he would drag this out for hours and continue not to eat. Least of all, you didn’t want to bring John in on this since the poor lad already dealt with keeping up on an extended case no doubt passed out upstairs sleeping the rest of the night away.

You fidgeted with your fingers for a moment before settling on his lap, straddling his thigh, placing kisses down his neck, biting, nipping, and sucking marks. Your hand reached up to the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a slow, heavy kiss laced with wanting.

The noises that leave his lips encouraged you further, sending a cascade of shivers down your spine for you can’t resist the hold he has on you either. When his lips brush along your neck, you lean into him, lips parted in bliss wanting to feel him, you almost forget your entire reason for the distraction until his lips are pressing against yours gently and you hated to resist, hell it was hard when you index finger met those soft plush lips.

You gestured to the plate at his bewildered gaze watching him fight off a groan. Instead he huffed at your request, which was more of a demand he dodn’t want to obey.

“Two slices.”

“What?” He blinked, trying to play it off. Hell, he only wanted another kiss, not to eat. But on the other hand, he would have no qualms devouring you.

“Eat these two slices, then perhaps you’ll get more kisses…” you grinned, leaving a lingering kiss on his neck, your tongue following in its wake, a small groan falling from him once more as you trailed your hand lower, squeezing his thigh before getting off his lap.

“Two. Slices.”

He nodded, picking up the slice and biting into it and you set the water down next to his plate.��

“Oh, and you need this now and for later too, pretty boy.” You chuckled, slowly sauntering away to the bedroom, your shirt falling to the floor behind, leaving Sherlock torn, gazing after you forlorn and deciding his fate for the night.

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hojiteaversion · 2 months

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Why I Think RC Has Trouble Sticking Their Landings

(Or, a pantser talks about structure and DLS for like 8 paragraphs)

My short answer: Because these stories are first drafts

Longer answer: ⬇️

1) (Lack of) Developmental editing

RC's model has its authors write long stories 2-4 chapters at a time. As much as the authors might perfect these chapters, they have no way to change something later on if they realize a scene no longer matches the big picture. An author may revise and make a batch of 4 flawless chapters, but it still doesn't mean they will fit the story seamlessly.

Developmental editing, according to this article, "involves feedback on the big picture of a […] writing piece. A developmental editor will critique structural elements like the plot, characters, theme, and organization of ideas." They also say that this kind of editing is recommended after the first or second draft.

So this type of revision would help an author make sure every character has its place (too many LIs and uneven LI screentime could be fixed), that characterization is consistent, that the plot is clear and moving at a good pacing, etc.

In DLS, for example, things that might be revised after a developmental editing: Leo's introduction scenes not matching his characterization later on, the Leo/Vlad rivalry that seems a bit strange in hindsight, more prominent role and scenes for Sandra, a more consistent progression in Noe/Laia and Ezel/Laia routes, fairer distribution of LI scenes (🫠), Laia's character motivations, the plot mysteries might be revealed to the reader a bit earlier, etc.

But these stories are arguably first drafts that will never be revised holistically (like Choices stories are/used to be, as far as I'm aware), so problems that only become clear once you're further along might not be fixed satisfactorily (or at all).

What sort of problems? Well...

2) Structure, part I

So the visual novel medium is fairly recent, right? Choose Your Own Adventure stories have existed for a while, but, I'm pretty sure, not in the scale of RC stories. 3 seasons demand a lot of story. And the thing is, I'm not sure there is a lot of guidance out there regarding story structure for interactive stories? Not that I've found, at least.

This is a problem, I think, because even if these authors follow the existing material on story structure (Save the Cat, Hero's Journey, Classic 3 Act, Seven-Point Structure, etc.), they will have to do the work of adapting it for a visual novel that A) has 3 seasons as a default, and B) 3 seasons of more or less equal length.

Look, it absolutely can be done! But my point is, I think it's generally uncharted territory and requires a lot of problem-solving. It's not just figuring what must happen in this story for it to be satisfying, it's also deciding when each thing must happen in a way that fits the requirements of three seasons and their finales, which must all fit together, but also be individually exciting and balance setup and payoff. And there is no way to go back and fix it if you realize you messed up the pacing somewhere! Not to mention…

3) Structure, part II: Routes

Not only do they have to figure out plot and structure (without being able to revise the finished story as a whole), but they also need to figure out and balance at least 4 different dynamics. As in, when it gets established, how to keep those dynamics fresh even after they get together, and how to synchronize MC's development with that relationship and its milestones. And again, it's not like there is a manual or a right answer. You have to write and fix afterwards — except they can't 😀. So if an author realizes later on that x couple needed a scene earlier on, or that they rushed things, or any other problem, there is nothing to be done except maybe add more scenes that might stand out from whatever they're trying to correct.

A tiny example of this problem in DLS would be Leo and Laia telling Derya that they're dating, which is clearly a correction of the scene in 4x02 where Laia called him "a friend" because "[she] thought it went against local customs to make a show of pre-marital relationships". In 2019 Istanbul. It would just make more sense if she had just called him her boyfriend in the first place.

4) Authors

I'll admit I'm least informed about this one, but based on a few interviews I've read with the authors, it seems some of them have never written fiction or visual novels before…? I could be wrong! But! Imagine being new to this medium and having to figure all of that ⬆️ out, with the limitations that RC's model brings. I'm not sure how much training and/or assistance they get in this entire process. It just seems a lot for one person.

And I have no answers for any of this, by the way! I don't work there, I don't know how the company works or how it doesn't. This is just my tentative opinion based on my limited experience with writing. It's extremely hard, and I genuinely cannot imagine trying to do any of that ⬆️ in the first place, but especially if I had to get it right on the first try.

Every writing advice on Earth recommends multiple drafts on longform writing because it's impossible to make your story the best it can be on the first attempt. So I think the RC endings often being unsatisfying might be, mainly, a consequence of that.

#romance club #the examples are all DLS because that's what I'm like‚ qualified to talk about djkfghfdkjg #this is just my personal opinion! i could be very wrong on all accounts‚ but it's an explanation that makes sense to me atm

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goddessofroyalty · 1 month

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A sane!Sephiroth is a mostly hands-off, awkward parent, but one you can be chill with. A crazy pants Sephiroth is almost certainly much more attentive, but in a way that really gives off bad vibes. Of course, Cloud wouldn't willingly have multiple sets of kids with a crazy Sephiroth, but the operative word here is "willingly" I'm afraid. Like to the point where the kids, who are mostly pretty good people despite what a clusterfuck their home life is, all agree on something: Sephiroth bad. Either because they see how much Cloud hates and fears him when he's not under control or they're the triplets and see Sephiroth as enemies for Cloud's attention.

So the fun thing about sane!Sephiroth as at his worst he could still be a really shit father. Like the ultimate 'traditional patriarch' stereotype where he has no/little interest in interacting with his kids until they are well into their teen years and even then kind of treats them like his subordinates in the army. At his best he is so very awkward because he really doesn't have a great model of good fatherhood in his life but he understands the basics. But unless his kids have interests that line up with his own he's reading so many books on the topic and trying (although on a bittersweet note I think the ones he understands the easiest are actually the true Academics because that's what he is at heart he was just groomed into being the Perfect Weapon for Shinra).

An evil!Sephiroth, is, yes you're right a lot more more... attentive, but in a very possessive way. Like his children get to have a very similar experience to Cloud in a lot of ways - Sephiroth as a voice in their head demanding they fall in line with his plans and also always watching over them to make sure they're 'safe' through violently annalating anyone who dares to think of harming them.

And, of yeah, an evil!Sephiroth does not care about Cloud being willing to have his children. Although of course with him there is the distinction between him getting what he wants through force and him using those moments where he can overpower Cloud's will to make him somewhat "willing". Which I do feel like the second is more likely/common just because Sephiroth tends to struggle at keeping Cloud under his thumb for long periods of time (and also preventing Cloud from killing him) and if it's the first option as soon as Cloud's managed to get away from him (and probably kill him... again) he's getting his hands on whatever the equivalent of the Morning After Pill is. But if Sephiroth is using his influence, well, he can keep those memories from Cloud until the pregnancy is far enough along that Cloud and all his medical-trauma-triggers is kind of out of options.

Although, if you start early enough in the canon timeline there's always the whole "and then Cloud fell into the hands of certain scientists who are very interested in what might result from what Sephiroth did to Cloud between turning evil and being killed (by Cloud)" to prevent him from preventing the pregnancy (although would Hojo have kept the triplets at Shinra Manor or taken them back to Midgar if they were born in that 5 year period? And is Vincent still just snoozing in his coffin as three mini-Sephiroths are running around and the scientists eyeing off their carrier with thoughts of making more).

All the kids are verying degrees of anti-Sephiroth and for different reasons. A lot is to do with Cloud's own feelings around Sephiroth and passing them on (as well as the people around Cloud's opinions about Sephiroth) but I also think nearly all the kids have probably had an experience with Sephiroth that really cemented it in their head that for he says he is fond of them because they are his children he only actually only sees them as extensions of himself / his will. That he only sees them things to be used to further his goals and doesn't care about them as individuals or the things they care about.

#SephCloud #Sefikura #mpreg #Final Fantasy mpreg #tw dubcon #tw noncon #Sephiroth #Cloud Strife #Final Fantasy #Final Fantasy VII #FFVII #Ramblings of the Goddess #Q and A with the Goddess #of I rambled off topic so many times in this response oh well

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aita-blorbos · 1 month

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AITA for lying to my friends about my ability to speak?

I (23 F), M (26 M), and J (24 M) are all friends. We met at work but have grown close outside of it, and I'm basically dating both of them at this point (I'm polyamarous, sue me). A little backstory about me, something traumatic happened when I was younger that resulted in a lot of scars, both physical and mental. I haven't spoken a word to anybody since I was 7 because of it. I use ASL and writing in my daily life to communicate, but sometimes when I'm at home by myself I'll say a few words to myself just to make sure I still have the ability. J learned sign language to be able to communicate with me easier, and M learned the alphabet and a few common words/phrases.

Now, the three of us work at a pretty dangerous job. We deal with machinery that we have to keep in check overnight, and if we fail to watch it properly we get basically mauled to death. The machinery also gets more and more dangerous the further the week goes along to keep up with demand, being the worst on weekends before resetting on Monday. It's a taxing job but it needs to be done and it pays well.

The night this happened I was scheduled by myself on a Saturday, which is something that almost never happens. I was stretched too thin and ended up losing track of one machine for a few seconds, getting caught by it and pretty beat up. I used voice commands on my phone to call M- the police in my area are close to useless- and told him to hurry over and save me. He ended up calling J, and both of them came to bail me out. There was a big fight and my left hand ended up pretty much shredded, leaving me without the ability to use most ASL. I decided to whisper to communicate until I could get a whiteboard or something similar to write with.

I'm currently sitting in the hospital recovering as I type this. M and J are acting distant, saying that they hate how I "lead them on" for all this time, lying about how I couldn't speak. The thing is, I really DO hate talking- it makes me feel extremely uncomfortable to use my voice, even when home alone. They obviously still love me, and I love them, but they're both hurt and sad. I can see where they're coming from, but again, it's a point of comfort for me to be able to avoid talking, and I'm extremely appreciative that M and J both learned some ASL to talk with me. J said that he wouldn't be hurt at all if I had just told him when I first met him, but I feel like that level of trauma-dumping isn't something you do with people you've just met. I intended to tell them eventually because I love and trust them, but this happened first and so I didn't get the opportunity.

AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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If they had to decide, where would the ROs take the MC on a trip? What are each of their strengths, or what they think is their strength, when traveling? <- like one is best at making sure they do everything on time, one is surprisingly good at finding the tastiest places to eat, one takes the best photos or finds the best souvenirs, one saves you the most money, etc!

I'm assuming a modern AU! 💕

SALVATORE. I think they'd be excited to go pretty much anywhere, but they'd especially love to admire the culture of a place! Museums, monuments, natural wonders, they will want to witness it all and just get immersed. They are the best when you want to get a full and immersive experience, having a full-blown itinerary for all the things they want to see and find! Nothing too fast-paced, though, as they prefer to take their time and actually get into it, rather than rush seeing it all. If this scheduling is not your thing, they'd be open to spontaneously going urban exploring and just go wherever interests you!

LUCIEL. They'd be interested in more nature trips, but the leisurely kind. Anything that they can stop and observe natural wonders and the scenery, somewhere peaceful and quiet, but very in tune with the earth. That's just a preference, though; if there was anywhere you particularly wanted to go to, they'd be happy to go, cities or hiking (though they have a rather fragile constitution) or otherwise. They'd be the best prepared, checking all your documents and supplies, and ensuring that they have some backups and emergencies. They're also quite thrifty! "Airport Dad" trend.

CIOCANA would want to enjoy some exciting and adventurous ideas! Keep in mind that Ciocana is also not the most physically capable, but some less physically demanding, fun ideas would work, such as haunted houses and rollercoasters. An amusement park would be exciting! They're also rather interested in more intellectual things like art galleries, museums and landmarks, if that's what you'd like instead. They'd also enjoy plays and musicals! They may be open to physical activities, but you'd have to wait on them constantly. They get the best and most souvenirs for you, both silly and useful, and are the most creative with spontaneous ideas!

ALESSI would love physical activities, like hiking, scuba diving, and walking tours! Like Luciel, though, they're also quite comfortable with peaceful trips where you're more leisurely. If you'd rather do something cultural and intellectual, they'd go along with it, but it'd be quite new to them. They are endlessly curious, so they likely come to really like museums! They wish they visited earlier. They ask lots of questions, especially to speakers and guides, and would do further research back home. I think they'd really like dinosaur exhibits and rocks, just a random thought! Art galleries can be rather boring, though, so are operas. Musicals are quite interesting! They're the most flexible of the ROs because they enjoy a lot of things, mainly because they are the most open to new experiences.

Thank you so much for such a fun and lighthearted ask!! 🥺♥️ Modern AUs for them would be so peaceful...

#uroboros-if #uroboros #asks #anon #character asks #ciocana #luciel #alessi #salvatore #all ros #characters

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(My sweet princess. Aged!up Ao'nung x oc. Stepcest!)

(Warning! This contains stepcest if your uncomfy move along! Smut, creepin around, sneaky sex, cream pie, breed kink, dom kink. Words "princess, slut, good girl." Will be used. Enjoy! )

There was a family function going on.

Jada walks off leaving the room and goes to the back to relax, being around her family was great and all but she needed to get some quiet time.

Ao'nung sees this and sneaks away too. Ao'nung whispered In her ear: Hey sexy.

Jada turned around seeing him: Ao'nung?! What are you doing here? I thought you were out there with the others

Ao'nung: "I had to get away from all that noise, the whole family are here." He says walking closer to Jada. "Can't even breathe in there." He says as he wraps his arms around her waist from behind hugging her against him. "I was hoping you might join me for some fresh air, beautiful?" He says whispering in her ear.

Jada blushes as she backs up a bit

Jada: sure. But we have to be careful we might get caught.

Ao'nung: "Shhhh, it will be fine." He says as he grabs her hand taking her further out back and behind the shed.

He kisses her neck as he unbuttoned his shirt. "My princess big brother missed you when you were away."

Jada moans as she got hot "Well I'm a traveling artists. I paint and travel and it's a wonderful job. But I miss you too."

Ao'nung smirked looking at her blushing face "You do? Do you miss me.. eating your pretty pussy out?"

Jada felt a tingling sensation when he said that "Do you miss me fuckin your pretty, wet, sweet pussy while no one's home..to hear you cry out and moan and screaming your older step bro's name"

Jada began sweating and breathing heavily: Yes...yes yes, yes Ao'nung I do..but we can't not here.."

Ao'nung chuckles as he placed his big strong hand under her skirt rubbed her clit through her now wet panties "Oh my are you wet for me my princess?" "Y-yes Ao'nung."

She moans as she tried hiding her face blushing Ao'nung took his free hand he made her look at him by grabbing her throat smirking.

"Don't look away princess big brother wants to see how you go from my classy princess to my horny slut who craves her step Bro's long, thick, big cock."

Jada bit her lip whimpering as he rubbed her clit faster with his two fingers "Look. At. Me."

He said more demanding tone he moans as he smirked undoing his pants and belt. He stops as Jada stumbled back her legs wobbly and she shaking panting.

Ao'nung: well well looks like my slut is ready for me~.

He takes out his 11 inch cock that was throbbing and pulsing "Ao'nung..no please not now..later i-i swear big brother Ao'nung -"

Ao'nung grab her by her hair "Stalling for time won't work princess, our family is too busy getting drunk off their asses and Eating til they fall asleep full to care but even if they heard you screaming like a needy horny slut they can't stop me, because look at you. Look at what my dick has done to you princess you can't even stop thinking about my dick for a second."

Jada was going to deny it but knew it was no point or use. He was right he then turned her around having her plump thick ass up he pulled her now soaking wet panties off she was so wet, her pussy juices were flowing down her thighs "My my look at you princess all wet and dripping wet to be exact. All for me and no one else no other man can fuck you like I do nor have you, your mine princess."

Jada whimpered as she felt him put the tip in her pussy. She gasped feeling his length enter half way "Ahh Ao'nung ~Big brother Ao'nung yes!"

Ao'nung smirked "Yeah that's it baby girl this sweet wet pussy Is mine and mine alone!" He said before going beast mode in her pussy the sound of skin smacking against each other as well as moans filled the shed.

Ao'nung pulled her hair growling and moaning "My slut my pretty slut. You know how to make big brother crave you don't you my pretty slut?"

Jada could only talk gibberish and moaning as he thrust deeper and deeper in her his cock hitting the walls squeezing him tighter as he thrust faster "Ahh baby girl yes! Oh Jada fuck! Fuck this is why I dumped my girlfriend her pussy feels nothing like yours your pussy it's - Ooh shit..it feels different! Ooh it's the b-best pussy ever."

Jada scream in pleasure as Ao'nung smack her ass with his big strong hand leaving a faint hand print on her ass cheek. He smirked doing it again having her arch her back more having his dick dig a little deeper in her pussy

"Ahh Ao'nung! More baby, more~ fuck me harder Ao'nung!"

He smirked kissing her neck "Sure princess I'm - ah, ooh fuck I'm close!"

He moans as she knows what that meant she moans as her pussy squeeze his cock more and more within each thrust Ao'nung moans louder throwing his head back in pleasure.

"Ohh fuck princess I'm gonna cum! Princess ~!! I'm cumming..agh I'm cumming inside you!"

Jada's eye's widen in shock she knew he didn't have a condom on she tried to push him back but he grip her hips tighter growling "Don't you dare, don't you dare, don't you fuckin dare run from me!"

Jada had to get away "Ao'nung - big brother your inside me with no rubber, pull out I'll get pregnant!" Ao'nung smirked "What better way to tell your loser ex boyfriend your now mine then with my baby, my offspring, my seed growing inside you~ inside your womb."

"No Ao'nung no! Please I beg!" Ao'nung was in pure lust, his mind filled with lustful euphoria "Beg..beg for me slut! Beg for me to cum in you you know you want to."

Jada was conflicted but her body was consumed by pleasure, her mind clouded with lust "Ao'nung -" he thrust slows down "No! No bro please, please please pretty please don't stop big brother! Ao'nung please don't!"

"Then beg slut beg for me to make your pretty wet pussy cum by my cock." "I-" he grip her neck tighter making her pussy squeeze his cock more "I said beg for me slut!"

"Please big brother! Ao'nung please please step bro fuck me! Fill my pussy up with your warm thick cum!"

He did it as he did before, he broke her. He smirked before thrusting faster and faster like a wild savage animal in heat moaning and screaming losing his mind "Heh good girl princess. Ahh I'm almost there, I'm almost there! I'm gonna cum in you Jada - oh I'm gonna cum!"

Jada was tremble he then smack her ass cheek before turning her around to face him he picked her up and fucked her senseless "Ao'nung, Ao'nung Ao'nung ohh God yes!! Ahh I'm cumming!" "Me too I'm close! Here it comes here it comes I'm gonna fill this pussy up with my seed!"

He said before 4 more thrusts with the 4th one being sloppy cums in her pussy that was now completely cream pied his cum was dripping from her pussy that was over flowing with his cum "Fuck... God I missed you.. let's do this for New years Eve, fuck you to the new year princess." Jada catches her breath smiling at him

"Yeah I'd like that big brother. And valentine's day." Ao'nung kisses her lips "You ain't got to tell me twice princess, I'm so fucking you In a more romantic setting." "Sounds great. I love you Ao'nung." "I love you too my princess."

(Phew well that's done. More work will come up soon! 👸🏾🌸👸🏾🌸)

#stepbro!aonung #yandere avatar (james cameron)#avatar way of water #avatar oc #stepcest avatar #avatar james cameron #ao'nung smut

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