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strangesem · 11 months

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hihi!!

if you’re still taking requests.. can you do a Hobie x fem!reader 😟‼️❓

Can Hobie be really close friends, and the reader has a fat crush on him. Like following him like a lost puppy, doing sweet things for him typa crush.

And like, one day she goes over to his place and he’s all injured and in his Spider Suit, and she like freaks out?

THIS IS SO CUTE RAHHHHH

apologies to everyone who’s request I haven’t gotten to yet; this ended up being a pretty long one because I just couldn’t stop writing lol

hobie brown x reader (reader finding hobie injured)

a/n: I changed it just a little bit and made reader and hobie roommates lol (as I’ve said previously I see hobie as 19-ish)

ps I need more spider-punk gifs theres like 3 total

so you and hobie have been best friends since you were kids

and you’ve been crushing on him since you were like 14-

and when you got your own place, it was only natural to share that with hobie

because of his struggle with being unhoused, he spent a lot of time at your place, so it wasn’t much of a change anyway

and sure the apartment was a little small, and not in the greatest neighborhood, but it was home

or at least you thought so

as hobie started coming come later and later, you became unsure if he felt the same

even worse he consistently came home with bruises/marks littering his face and arms, and you’re sure if you could see the rest of his body it would be the same

he’d always hound you for being out late because of the type of people who hung around this part of town at night, but if you even try to ask him to be more safe? he i just shrugs it off.

“it’s different” or so he claims, but you fail to see how.

not to mention that, as far as you could tell, he didn’t even have a reason to be out so late.

and as his late nights bleed into early mornings, you eventually stop being able to stay up waiting for him every night, and that worries you even more;

what if he just doesn’t come back one day? and you wouldn’t even know until the next morning!!

but your school/work responsibilities, as irrelevant as they may seem compared to your concern for your best friend, necessitated you having a full nights rest

but tonight? you can’t sleep.

hobie had promised you he’d be home in time to watch the new horror movie you’d rented. and yet, he never showed.

you had actually gone to bed early, exhausted and knowing sitting on the couch waiting would only breed more anxiety as each hour passed; but you hadn’t slept

you couldn’t. not tonight.

and so, you decide to just get up and have something warm to drink; maybe that would help soothe you

you lazily drag yourself to the kitchen, spend a few moments debating between tea and cocoa, before delicately mixing together your drink of choice

it’s then that you realize you had apparently left the tv on? the volume is off but there’s clearly light coming from your living room

so, you quietly enter the living room to grab the remote to turn it off; only to see a body laying across the small couch you had recently bought, causing you to jump

“jesus christ hobie what the fuck- WHAT THE FUCK HOBIE”

you quickly notice the crimson blood dripping from his deep looking wounds, seeping into his clothes- wait no. spider-man’s suit???

one thing at a time y/n.

“‘m sorry, just kinda crashed here” his voice is hoarse as he grabs your hand and squeezes it in some weird plea to keep himself grounded

“OHMYGODHOBIEAREYOUOKAYWHATHAPPENEDISTHISWHYYOUREALWAYSOUTSOLATEWHYDIDNTYOUTELLMEYOUREBLEEDINGLIKEALOTSHOULDNTWEBEDOINGSOMETHINGABOUTTHAT”

translation: omg hobie are you okay?? what happened- is this why you’re always out so late?? you’re bleeding like a lot shouldn’t we be doing something about that?????

you quickly stammer out before running to grab all the first aid supplies you had in the bathroom and heading back to a way too unbothered hobie

“calm down I’ve had worse”

“YOU’VE WHA-

“calm down.” he grabs you by the shoulders and makes you look him in the eye “I’m fine”

“people who are fine don’t bleed this much, hobie.” you began working on the worst looking wound, applying pressure with a cloth to hopefully stop the bleeding “why didn’t you tell me?”

“y’ worry too much; especially ‘bout me”

“of course I do! you’re my best friend.”

“we both know it’s more than that, love”

you freeze; you can’t look at him. you’re too embarrassed to let yourself admit that he’s right, because you had always been just friends. and you were terrified of ruining that.

“I’m sorry”

“look at me, y/n”

you can’t.

“feelings mutual y’know, if that’s what’s got ya all worked up” he laughs, shoving your shoulder a little in an effort to diffuse the tension you had built up within yourself “always has been; thought I made it pretty obvious. you always were pretty oblivious though”

“no I’m not!” he smiles; you always were defensive too

“pretty sure y’a are”

“I will literally let you sit here and bleed out”

“no you won’t”

no, you won’t.

you just go back to addressing his wounds, trying not to feel all giddy inside, but also doing your best not to overflow with anxiety.

what are you guys then? this changes EVERYTHING- is it weird that you live together now? is it weird-

“you’re worrying again. and don’t try to tell me you’re not; I know that face”

“it’s nothing. anyway, I’m all done; we should change the bandages in a few hours though, just to keep everything clean”

you get up to go wash your hands, and maybe heat up your long-forgotten drink, but you’re interrupted by hobie’s audible sigh

“you’re forgetting something, love”

“I am?? did I miss somewhere?” your voice gets progressively higher as you check him over, worry bubbling within you

“y’ did, yeah”

he pulls you closer to him, briefly cradling your face before allowing his lips to brush against yours

“stay? f’ me?”

#not proofread #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x you #spider punk x reader #spider punk #across the spiderverse #marvel

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rottenaero · 1 year

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AO3

Part 1

Part 3

Part 5

Part four of roommates idea

The officer clicked his pen again, signaling he took to long to answer. Steve faced him again, “Sorry I- Shit. Eddie he wasn't- he wouldn't do this shit. He's afraid of fucking dogs. Not even the real big ones either, he definitely wouldn't kill someone. He cries when he watches Bambi and gore freaks him out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I'm absolutely-fucking-positive! He looks all tough and shit but he's not, he's just scared. Fuck that sounds- so bad but- God why don't you believe me and Wayne?”

The officer sighs, ”Eddie sold drugs, did drugs, it's entirely possible he had to many and did something…Not entirely in his regular character.”

Steve bit his lip, “He wouldn’t.”

Steve sat in the family video, he's been distant since the shift started and Robin couldn’t understand why.

That was, until the TV showed the news of a Hawkins student dying. Did he somehow know?

Not much later, Max and Dustin came in yelling about phones, and were quick to start using them.

Steve didn’t even seem shocked when they talked about Eddie being accused. When they finally got a lead about a ‘Reefer Rick’, his eyes lit up.

“I know where he is.”

“Hello?”

Steve looked around the boathouse, “What a dump.”

His eyes landed on tarp covering a boat, “Eddie?"

“Eddie, are you here?"

Now, Steve wasn't an expert, but that tarp looked a lot like it just moved, and if it wasn’t Eddie then-

He grabbed an oar that was leaning against the wall, and began poking it.

“What are you doing?”

“It moved.”

“So take the tarp off!”

Steve gave Dustin an incredulous look.

“If you're so brave, why don’t you take the tarp off!”

It was silent for a moment, then-

“…Steve?”

The man in question let out a relieved sigh, and smiled. “Eds!”

Steve drops the oar, a resounding clatter banging off the walls as he flings the tarp off the boat.

And there he is, Eddie Munson in all his glory, sitting in a fetal position and clutching a broken bottle to his chest like a lifeline.

As soon as he seemed to see Steve, he quickly threw the bottle to the side and stands up to step out the boat.

“Steve, thank fuck.”

Eddie engulfs him in a hug, pressing his face into his neck.

Steve bites his lip, “Hey, hey its okay.”

Steve slid them down carefully, positioning his back against a column. It was a bit awkward, with them being similar height, but he made it work.

“She- I didn’t kill her! I don’t, she started fucking floating. Then her limbs snapped, god Stevie, please you gotta believe me.”

He looked over to the party, Robin’s eyebrows were pinched, Max was darting her eyes between the two, and Dustin looked like he was about to say something.

Finally, he gathered the courage. “ Eddie, we believe you. What you saw, it’s been happening for years. Well, not this particularly but the supernatural.”

Eddie peeked his head out, “ What do you mean?”

Dustin crouches down awkwardly, hands together. “Theres another world. Its kind of like this one, but its terrifying. There are things there. Its called the upside down. We’ve been fighting it since 1983 when Will went missing.“

Steve feels him tense. “ ‘We?’ ‘Fighting?’, How do you fight an invisible force?”

“Demogorgons, demodogs, government people, russians. We’ve had to face them for years. Steve and I were there in 1983, Max in 1984, and Robin just joined in last year with the Russians and the mall.”

Eddie’s eyes widened, and he turned his head slightly to face Steve. “ Is that why you were so beat up last year?”

Steve shrugged, “ Yeah. Pretty much.”

Eddie burrowed his head into his neck again. “ Jesus H. Christ.”

“Look, we’re here to help you Eds, that murder in the trailer? They were asking me questions, they think its you. Wouldn’t let up on the idea no matter how much I insisted it wasn’t.”

Eddie looked at Steve with a mix of fear and gratitude, “What do we do? Can’t exactly waltz up and tell them it’s supernatural.”

Steve hummed, “We need to figure out what happened to that Chrissy, and clear your name.”

Max stepped forward, “We’ll help you, Eddie. We’ve faced worse than this.”

Eddie nodded, “Okay. Shit, we’re really doing this..”

Robin glanced around, “Not to interrupt or anything, but maybe we should do the whole story? Like, you guys didn’t even mention the super power girl, and shes like major isn’t she?”

The long haired metalhead nodded, giving Steve a squeeze before letting go and standing.

He turned to face Robin a grimace on his face, “ Right, yeah, full story. Super power girl, sure.”

Steve patted his shoulder, when did he even get up, and after a second, bumped him with his hip.

“Buckle up, Eds. This is gonna take a while.”

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danrifics · 5 months

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you all pestered me for it and here it is. the closeness analysis/ theory.

now if you didn't see I basically had this theory that the closer to BIG and COTY we get in the DAPG timeline the closer dan and phil sit to each other. Dan made a comment about how them playing Heartthrob being like a gay soft launch and that got me thinking of some other ways they could have done it and one of those being the idea that as time goes on you get less and less strict and worrisome about what others think of you and so they end up gravitating closer and closer.

This post will be under a see more cos its probably gonna be long af.

I will be splitting it into stages.

2014 -15

2016 - 17

2018

revival

sorry the screenshots arent clickable to make bigger tumblr only allows for 30 on a post so i had to group them together!

(i will not be covering horror games apart from in the revival stage and i will also not be talking much about gamingmas 2023)

2014 - 15

now when i initially went to collect my evidence, i was suddenly worried maybe i kinda had things wrong because i feel like in Donkey Kong Country (the first dapg video, see screenshot below) they're sat pretty close but honestly when we get to how they sit a lot later on you'll see that this is actually pretty far apart

now here are some screenshots for the inital look at at the end of them we'll talk (this will be the layout for most of this post i think)

now of course this is only a selection of those year's videos if i screenshotted them all i fear this post would never end. now these first 2 years are a good mix of at desk videos on sofa videos. i noticed from some other videos not show here that in sofa videos they rend to sit a lot closer to each other than they do at the desk, this is kinda funny to me cos really they definitely have room for a wider frame on the couch if they wanted to sit like normal people.

2016 - 17

2016 and the start of 2017 feel like a mixed bag of how close together they are but i did notice that the more into 2017 we got the more they seemed to be shoulder to shoulder! these also started to wean out sofa sitting games (not 100% gone yet but almost). now if you're wondering why i've kept this screenshot apart its cos this is the last one in the first london apartment.

and honestly from here on out is where i believe the "soft launching" begins!

so lets finish 2017 and see if im right!

just had to single out this screenshot for a sec:

in case anyone wondered that is the face dan made during dream daddy when phil reads "we were roommates for a while too"

softlaunch?

anyway moving on

watching these videos definitely feels like something changed btw, while they still arent as close as we'll start seeing them sit, i definitely noticed more often they were shoulder to shoulder. but like a new room has definitely changed the vibe a little bit between them, and now we can move on to the next and final year of pre hiatus dapg, where things as you will see immediately start to change.

2018

like i said... immediately we are met with this, i would also like to let everyone know that 2018 is my favourite era of pre hiatus dapg

lets see what the rest of this year will bring

now i'm splitting 2018 up into parts because i need to do a whole talk about the tour situations so for now lets look at the above screenshots, now its very obvious that they are sitting so much closer to each other which i think is really funny considering how big that room is and often in this section of videos there is a lot of room either side of them so they literally do not need to be that close.

now lets talk about the tour bus. this is how close they're sitting

thats for sure a 1 person seat yet they've both forced themselves on even tho the sofa literally behind them would have been perfectly fine to sit on, and they cant give me "this is the only place to set up the camera" babe its really not theres a whole surface behind you.

okay thank you for listening to this, moving on to the final part of 2018!

(the last 2 screenshots are out of order oops)

idk about you but yeah i think they are definetly a lot closer than they were way back in 2014. i really dont have a lot to say other than that, and i have definetly proven my theory so now we've established that lets have a brief look at post hiatus dapg!

Revival

Now this is gonna be really brief its just a summary of where we are post BIG/COTY and post hiatus (things my brain still cant quite believe is real)

now here are the revival moments i wanna give a mention!

firstly sims season ep 3 when dan moves his chair away from phil and their wheels are literally locked together, pushing phil's chair too

heres dan looking into the monitor and then moving closer to phil <3

and finally

hand hold

thanks for reading all this and sorry if it didnt live up to the hype lmao

#dan and phil #dan howell #phil lester #amazingphil #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #phan #dapg #dnpg

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bradshawed · 1 year

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OKAY OKAY YOU DONT HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS AT ALL BUT YOU SHOULD WRITE LIKE A STEVE ONESHOT THING WHERE HES DATING (Y/N OR OC IM NOT PICKY) BUT HES STILL PINING FOR NANCY AND LIKE STILL IN LOVE WITH HER SO HIS S/O BREAKS UP WITH HIM BC SHES TIRED OF BEING LIKE "A BACKUP OPTION" AND ALWAYS SECOND CHOICE TO NANCY AND ITS LIKE SUPER ANGSTY AND BASICALLY IT TAKES BEING WITHOUT THEM FOR STEVE TO REALIZE HOW MUCH HE LOVED THEM AND THEN THERES LIKE A LOVE CONFESSION. (THAT WAS A CRAZY RUN-ON SENTENCE OMG)

YOU CAN IGNORE THIS IF YOU DONT LIKE THE IDEA THO <3

Second Best — Steve Harrington

summary — nancy wheeler, the one who got away. she’d always be his first love and you’d always be second best so what was the point of pretending he could love you even just a little?

warning/tags — fem!reader, she/her pronouns, angst, steve being dumb, swearing, bits of stancy, arguing, fluff, the gang scheming

note — thank you so much for requesting! I absolutely adore this idea and loved writing it so so much, I hope I did it justice even if I did slightly go off the prompt. you’re an incredible writer, one of my favourites on wp, and I can’t wait to read your works on here too. I love you tons! thank you again and I hope you like it <3 also, credits to soph for steve’s middle name, ilysm!

word count — 2.5k words

This was the third time in the space of a couple of minutes that you’ve caught Steve staring at Nancy from where he sat on the couch, to say you were sick of it would be an understatement.

It had been movie night with the whole group which had truthfully been long overdue and very much needed but surprisingly difficult to plan with everyone’s hectic schedules. But here you all were, finally relaxing for the first time in months in Steve’s spacious living room among a bundle of cushions, in what should’ve resembled a fort built by the boys. The second movie of the night was playing on the projector that Robin and Max had set up and an abundance of snacks and sugary drinks had been brought beforehand to account for everyone’s tastebuds. With the way things were going, however, it seemed like staying over at Steve’s after the night was over was simply out of the question.

Dustin sent you a sad look from his position on the floor smothered by multiple duvets. It would have been funny if it hadn’t been for the situation. The room seemed to cool another ten degrees when Steve unwrapped his arm from around your shoulders mid-scene, shifting away from you slightly. You were both oceans apart and yet he didn’t even seem to notice the space between you. And this wasn’t the first time it had happened either.

The credits rolled in and Nancy offered to grab more snacks while the kids decided on the next movie. Steve practically jumped at the chance to follow her to the kitchen, or maybe you were just overreacting like usual. It didn’t matter anyway, the fact was that he was with her, not you and the way he looked at her told you everything that had been left unsaid.

You quietly got up from your place on the couch, surrounded by colourful blankets and softly padded around the room, picking up your car keys from where you’d left them and moving to the hallway to put on your coat and shoes. El moved to stop you but Eddie gently placed a hand on her shoulder, letting you go with a sad nod. You couldn’t stay, they knew that, but still, some part of you wishes they would’ve asked. You might have not been there from the beginning but they loved you all the same, if not even more and vice versa. You were the missing piece in their family and for them, you’d do anything even if it meant watching Steve pin for his ex girlfriend.

You’d almost made it to your car before Steve appeared at the door, the expression on his face a mix of everything and seemingly nothing you were looking for all at once. “Where are you going, the movie’s about to start. Mike’s picked out some cheesy horror movie which I know you love to watch and Nance has opened up the last pack of those giggles cookies you love with the weird faces on them-” You hated horror movies, regardless of if they were cheesy and predictable or not, and those giggle cookies with fudge and vanilla cream in them- god you hate them too. You’d eat fudge by itself but for some reason when it’s added to something else it just doesn’t taste right to you.

“Steve.. I’m not feeling great, I’m gonna head home a little early.” You knew he didn’t believe you. You never could lie to him, and his judging eyes told you enough. Not to mention you called him Steve, you never call him Steve, but he didn’t notice.

“You seemed fine a while ago to me. What’s wrong, maybe you can lay down in the spare room?” There he goes treating you like you’re one of the kids and not his girlfriend but that’s not what irks you the most, it’s the fact that mentions the spare room. Not his room, the spare. “Nance can give you one of her green teas, they’re magical I swear, you’ll feel better in an instant. Actually, let me ask her now.” He walked away towards the door, completely disregarding anything you’d said, acting for a moment that he was even paying attention to you tonight bringing up Nancy again and suddenly, you’re done.

“No!” Steve pauses mid stride, hand on the half opened door, slowly turning around shocked by the volume and the panic in your voice, “I’m done Steve, I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Wh-what?!”

“You’re in love with Nancy.”

“I’m what-?!”

“Ha, see you can’t even deny it.”

“Because there’s nothing to deny!” His voice raises even further. He’s never raised his voice at you. He knows how much you hate it and it reminds him of his father so he never did; guess there was a first time for everything.

“Don’t. You don’t love me, you never have. You don’t even know my favourite movie genre or my favourite snack-”

“Yes I do, I just told you!”

“Those are Nancy’s fucking favourites! See you’re pinning after her with those love sick eyes of yours and you don’t even know it.”

“What so not knowing your favourite movie genre or snack is a crime now?! So I’m expected to know everything about my girlfriend?” This elicits a rather loud scoff from you causing Steve to clench his fists in frustration and anger. “We’ve been dating for almost a year so yes, I do expect you to at least know those two things.”

Steve starts again but you cut him off fearing that if you don’t get it out now then you’ll go back to apologising to him the next day and burying it even deeper within you. “It’s her, it’s always been her. I don’t know why I even bothered but I thought you were over her, I truly did. But every time she walks into a room your eyes brighten and they don’t leave her for a single fucking second. You bring her up into every single conversation as if her ghost wasn’t already haunting our relationship and I feel like I’m always being compared to her in everything that I do. Stevie I love you, I truly do but I’m sick of feeling like I’m second place.”

Silence. He doesn’t say anything for what feels like forever. You wished he’d say something, anything, do something to prove you wrong, to tell you it was all in your head or that he’d change, that things would get better. A flash of emotion appears on his face before he puts back on his ‘King Steve’ mask. He never used that with you.

“Okay.” That’s all he says before turning back towards the door and leaving you standing out there in the cold.

That was months ago and here you were with the gang calling you from a pay phone on a Sunday. It seemed like your plans of crying your eyes out to another sappy romance movie that reminded you of your relationship with Steve had been ruined. “Heyyy Y/Nnnn”, came a sheepish voice from the other end of the phone call.

You knew they could feel your eye roll from there, “What do you guys need?”

“What, can’t we call our favourite adult and tell her that we miss her?!”

“Ignoring the fact that this is the first time you’ve called me in months, no Dustin, you can’t call without wanting something first. And favourite?! Ha, nice one. What do you want?”

“Can you please pick us up from the skatepark?” At least he had the common sense to give the phone to Max when the gang wanted something, they all knew she was your soft spot. Then for the millionth time that day, like every other day, your mind went straight to Steve. Where was he? Shouldn’t he be picking up the kids? Why would he just leave them there? They could’ve called anyone else, so why you? And then as if she knew the thoughts running through your head she added, “we didn’t want to bother Eddie and Steve was meant to pick us at two but we got bored and felt bad for asking him to pick us up earlier when he was already in a bad mood this morning and-”

“It’s okay sweetheart, hang tight and I’ll be there in ten. Don’t go anywhere and stick together okay?”

“Yes mum.” And Dustin was back.

He hung up the phone and you went to get changed as quick as you could, sliding along the wooden floor in your socks. If Steve was here now, he’d be laughing his beautiful laugh, teasing you before acting out the scene from ‘Risky Business’, maybe even twirling you around the living room. Shaking your head to prevent more tears from falling, you grabbed your coat and car keys and made your way out the door.

There was a catch. Of course there had to be a catch. Why didn’t you think about this before?!You’d successfully picked up the kids and they’d all piled into your car with their gear when Dustin remembered he’d left something important at Steve’s and needed to pick it up. So here you were driving to your ex boyfriend’s house cursing wildly in your head. It would be fine. You were only going to stay in the car. You wouldn’t even have to see him… right?

Wrong. Fate, aka the kids, had different plans.

Pulling into the driveway, the first thing you noticed was the fairy lights stung around the house. It was still light out, Christmas and New Years were over, Valentine’s Day was even further away, so why were there fairy lights? Why were there sunflowers lining the driveway? Had you stumbled upon Steve’s love confession to Nancy. Oh god. You hoped not.

Here you were, standing on Steve’s porch, knocking on his door instead of Dustin and you hadn’t the slightest clue of how you got there except you figured you’d been roped into some wild scheme that wasn’t going to end well. Fuck me.

Steve Willow Harrington opened the door in all his beautiful glory holding a bouquet of sunflowers, a pack of care bear waffles and ‘The Breakfast Club’. Who the hell allowed him to look so good?!

“Hi.”

No, this was absolutely not happening. He would not turn your heart into mush with one syllable. You started to turn around to leave but his reflexes were faster and he grabbed your hand, the skin heating up under his touch and your heart kickstarted into motion at the electricity that danced along his fingers onto yours. “Please. Don’t go.”

You froze in place. Head and heart conflicted but once you saw the expression on the kids’ faces you understood. He gently pulled you towards him, albeit with a little caution, turning your body but still you refused to look at him. “These are for you.” You accepted them, focusing on the sunshine petals instead of his face until your felt his fingers gently gripping your chin, tilting your head upwards so you were looking into his eyes. Steve’s eyes shone with the telltale sign of tears and regret and something else that you’d only seen when he looked at her. It was love. No. It couldn’t be. You took a step back needing the distance to gather your thoughts. He didn’t get to do this to you, he didn’t get to hurt you all over again.

“I’m sorry. I-” you shook your head, your own tears glistening your eyes making them shine in the fairy lights. “I had a whole speech planned out funnily enough but I see you again for one second and you’ve got speechless. God I- I drove over to your house in the middle of the night to apologise after that day and I chickened out every single time until they all knocked some sense into me.” He nodded behind you towards where the kids were anxiously watching the scene unfolding before them.

“I thought I heard your car but every time I’d look out the window there was no one there so I stopped looking.”

Steve sighed sadly, “You deserve better- you deserved better. I shouldn’t have done what I did. I shouldn’t have taken you for granted. I shouldn’t have made you feel like you were second place, not to Nancy and not to anyone. I should have showed you I cared, that you mattered, that I did know you loved binge watching those sappy romance movies and pointing out bits that reminded you of us and that your favourite snack were those ridiculously overpriced care bear waffles with the rainbow specks of berries because you’d had them since you were a child and refused to give them up. But I didn’t do any of the things I should have. I fucked up and I don’t deserve you. And the worst thing is, I don’t even have a reason why I did them. I think some part of me was terrified of the uncertainty, of the unknown, of how it felt to have someone I was scared to lose. So I buried how I felt about you and turned to something familiar, to something that I could hold onto even if I didn’t actually care about them. It took losing you to realise just how wrong I was and how badly I’d treated you. And I know it doesn’t justify any of what I did to you but I want you to know that I’m sorry and if I could do it all over again, I would do it differently. I would fight for you instead of leaving you there and I would show you exactly how I feel about you.”

You were both crying now, “and how do you feel about me?” The air stilled in anticipation, your fingers twisting around the fabric of your sleeve in a nervous dance.

“I love you.”

That admission of love, and the fact that he said it so easily like it was a fact that everyone should know, knocked the air out of your lungs. You felt breathless after his speech.

“I won’t deny that you hurt me and maybe I do deserve better but I know you can give it to me just as I hope I can give it to you. It won’t be easy and it will take time and a lot of work to get to- to us but if you’re willing to put in the work…” Steve nodded his head enthusiastically, tears slipping down his cheeks for he’d feared the worst, “then I am too.” Then came his megawatt smile, eyes crinkling at the edges from pure happiness. He pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your shoulders delicately so as to not damage the flowers, while yours wrapped around his waist. The kids were dancing by your car, pumping their fists into the air but neither of you payed any attention to them.

“And for the record, I love you too Stevie.”

#✉️#drew writes!#stevie <3 #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader angst #steve harrington x fem!reader fluff #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff

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mycenalucentipes · 2 months

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Rekindle My Flames || Diluc x gn!reader

HI SO I also write Genshin :'D, figured I might post it here too. This is crossposted from ao3. Except thered, I'm for some reason mycenaLucentipes. So I'll probably change my name here to reflect that beceauseee mushrooms, anywayS =============================================

Summary: You’re depressed, but up until this one night, you had been amazing at masking and hiding it away. Diluc stumbles in on your dying flame and wants to help relight it.

All the passion for life is gone, minus your love for Diluc? The depression just…its a cloud of sadness that’s hard to escape

Just a short venting one-shot :’)

TW: Angst, depression, low will to live / implied suicidal thoughts, crying, cursing, generally sad depressing theme, but there is comfort ending : )

Word count: 1,966

a/n: I think I made it entirely gn this time. I hope so. I'm sorry if I messed up somewhere or if Diluc is ooc. But i feel like if he really loved someone romantically, I think he would be sweet and bashful and caring towards them.

Diluc was mad.

Diluc was mad at himself.

How had he not noticed earlier? He could he not notice the love of his life suffering silently with so much pain?

His love shouldn’t need to bear that much pain in their heart. They didn’t deserve that, no.

They deserved the shining stars, the flowing rivers, the ripest of all fruits, the whole universe. They deserved it all.

You were his star that guided him through the lonely world he created for himself. You were his everything. He swore his love for yet set his flames to blaze even brighter and more powerful than before.

You are his everything.

So how could he not notice?

Just a couple days ago, you casually strolled in Angel’s Share at 20:00 with the traveler and Paimon, humming your favorite song. No more than 15 minutes later came Kaeya and Venti stumbling towards the bar where you and travel sat. The atmosphere was a lively one that night.

Upon your arrival, Diluc’s gaze followed you with gentle, tender eyes for his love. He began mixing your favorite drink before you even had to open your mouth. Once he finished yours and carefully slid it in front of you, he began mixing a cocktail up for the traveler. Although a bit wary of serving them alcohol, you assured him more than a dozen times that they were well over the age to start drinking.

Your eyes lit up as you felt the cool drink glide down your throat. “Diluc, sweetflower! This is amazing! Whatever you’ve mixed into here, is really hitting the spot,” you cheered, holding your glass up with a large grin adorning your face. It was fruity, with a hint of mint among the blend. Diluc knew just how you liked it. He offered a soft small back as he tried not to blush at the compliment and the nickname. Oftentimes, you would give him random, sweet nicknames.

As the night went on, he carefully observed you, happily singing and cheering along to whatever the drunken bard was playing. You, Kaeya, and Traveler had wrapped an arm around each other, swaying back and forth with a drink in hand.

Looks can be deceiving. Didn’t anyone ever tell him that?

Every once in a while, he noticed your features go blank. Void of all emotion. Stuck in between a drunk Kaeya and tipsy traveler, your movements were lifeless, but your body still swayed with the other companions’ arms wrapped around your shoulders, and yours on theirs.

“Dearest, are you alright? You look like a puppet hanging from our arms,” Kaeya would slur out when he noticed the weight on his shoulder increase. You would always snap back into reality with a smile and nod your head. It was enough to fool him. Surely if he wasn’t drunk, he might have noticed how your smile never met your eyes.

Every once in a while, he noticed your entire demeanor go quiet. Spaced out and dissociated from reality. He wondered if you were okay, but didn’t know how to ask or he would be swept away by another customer.

From other previous times, he would notice a far off look in your features, empty eyes void of life. You always brushed it off as just being “tired”. He didn’t want to pry.

Diluc was always a stoic man and didn’t appreciate others prying into his mind, so he was hesitant to prod you for more. He was still learning to accept the help and comfort you so warmingly gave. For not being a pyro wielder, he swore that your soul was warmer than his would ever be.

Until that one night. That one night where he found you. He’s thankful it wasn’t life threatening. But archons, his mind raced with all of the worst scenarios that could come.

Diluc stirred in his sleep, wearily reaching out for your warmth that was no longer beside him. It was about 3 in the morning by now. Not finding you next him, Diluc was more alert now. He quickly sat up, breathing turning short as he frantically looked around the bedroom. There was no trace of you.

It was 00:00 when Diluc finally came to bed. Then it was 01:00 when you carefully slipped out from his embrace and softly headed for the door, heading for the city.

Where had you gone? Diluc was sure that you were in bed when he climbed in next to you, pulling your body close to his. He remembered as he mumbled weary apologies and sweet nothings as he drifted off to sleep, feeling safe with you by his side.

Diluc quickly changed out of his sleepwear and rushed out the door and down the stairs of the mansion. He called your name out, worry laced into his voice. When you were nowhere to be found within the confines of the mansion, Diluc grabbed his coat, deciding to head into the walls of Mondstadt. He knew you had an art studio there with a small shop on the main level.

As he neared your shop, he could see a faint light flickering from the second floor. There you were. Why were you here at this hour? Diluc timidly wrapped his fingers around the door knob, testing if it would turn. Finding it to be unlocked, he gently opened the door and stepped in. Once he closed the door, he froze.

It was eerily quiet.

He could only hear the blood rushing through his ears and his heart pounding erratically in his chest. Not wasting another second, Diluc ran up the stairs, skipping one in a panic to reach you. As he neared your studio door, he froze once again in hesitation to open the door. What would he find on the other side? Why did he hesitate to open the door?

In his moment of hesitancy, he heard small whimpers and light sniffles. He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You were still alive. Diluc swung the door open, gaze darting directly to you.

His heart shattered when his eyes landed on you. You looked so small and broken, huddled into yourself, tears streaming down your face. Diluc slowly made his way over to you, nearly tripping over debris. Wait, debris?

He carefully scanned over the room as he continued his walk towards you. Those few steps it took to get to you felt like he was in a nightmare and couldn’t reach what he was looking for in time. He felt as if he was trudging through slimes.

Paint cans were discarded around the floor with color pooling out from them, vibrant hues of paint coated the floor, shards of canvas framing were split and splintered into piles. Some of your unfinished works were cruelly sliced through the center while others were haphazardly slashed.

Once he finally made it over to you, Diluc sank down to the floor beside you, enveloping you into his strong arms. In his embrace, it felt as though the fiery essence of his pyro vision wrapped you in a cocoon of warmth and protection.

“My love,” Diluc’s deep voice pierced the heavy silence, a gentle murmur barely above a whisper, “if you would like, you are free to share your troubles with me, I’m here for you.” His tender words only seemed to unravel you further. You choked back a sob, trying to form words. It’s been a long time since you’ve been met with such sincerity and caring from someone. Asyou struggled, Diluc soothingly rubbed circles into your back.

“You don’t have to tell me right away, love, I’m not going anywhere,” He whispered sweetly with his low voice. This only made you cry harder, except there were no more tears, just broken sobs and heaving breaths. Diluc’s other hand gently moved to gently stroke the back of your head, gently urging it closer into his chest.

“D-Diluc,” your voice was soft, yet rough from the hours of screams and sobs, “c-can we just go…go h-home?” Your words were whispered in a plea, exhaustion prominent in your gaze as you looked in Diluc’s crystal, red eyes.

His heart ached as he met your gaze. He noticed how tired, red, and glassy your eyes looked.

Really, how could he not notice how tired your eyes were?

“Of course, my love,” he murmured softly, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead before gently helping you to your feet. “Are you alright to walk? Or…,” Diluc’s cheeks reddened with bashfulness as he tried to voice the option of carrying you. Of course, if you needed, he would have you off your feet in a heartbeat. As you pondered an answer, he shrugged his coat off, tenderly draping it around your shoulders.

“I-I’m alright to walk,” you stuttered out. Despite this, you clung to his side as he guided you out into the cool air of the night with care. The whole walk home, he held you close with an arm tightly wrapped around your shoulders.

As you reached the familiar sight of the Dawn Winery, you felt a small spark of endearment within your broken soul. Diluc led you into your shared bedroom, helping you remove his coat and draping it over the chair. He then picked you up, gently setting you on the bed, pulling the covers over you. You tugged the covers closer to your chest as your gaze followed his form, changing into his sleepwear and finally crawling in bed next to you.

He shuffled closer to you, pulling you into his embrace once again with one hand stroking the back of your head.

“Diluc?” You softly whispered, head still buried in his chest.

“Mm?” He tiredly hummed out.

“C-can I– Can we talk…uhm, I-I want to–,” you fumbled for words, not knowing how to articulate your thoughts into actual words.

“Of course, love, of course we can,” Diluc gave a small nod as he replied, squeezing you in reassurance. You loved how well he understood you, even when you were at a loss for words. A few stray tears slipped out with a couple of sniffles to follow. He only tightened his embrace again, still soothingly stroking the back of your head.

“For now, let’s try to get some sleep. You must be exhausted,” Diluc suggested gently, voice tender with care. He felt you snuggle closer into his warm embrace. He hoped this could ease the pains of your inner storm, if only slightly.

Nodding in agreement, you allowed yourself to surrender to the embrace of sleep. You listened to his steady heartbeat, a rhythmic lullaby, that slowly lulled you into a deep slumber.

Once Diluc heard you slowed but steady breathing, he felt his whole body relax. He could feel his throat tighten as his own tears threatened to escape from the corners of his eyes. Oh how he wanted to take away all of your pain so you wouldn’t have to suffer any longer. He knew you would most likely struggle to accept any help or comfort on your own. But he wanted more than anything to reassure you over and over that you could come to him any time. You were his top priority and he would never let you forget that.

He was determined to learn to read you better as well as help you feel confident in confiding in him. Working on feelings and emotions with someone else was foreign land to him as well, but if it was for you, he would go to the moon and back in his efforts to help you.

Diluc was so head over heels for you. You were the brightest star in his galaxy and the kindest, fiercest flame that he had ever encountered.

#diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact diluc x reader #tw depression #tw crying #tw implied suicidal thoughts #reader is just overall depressed okay?

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chrisgetsmewet · 2 months

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Haunted experience

Pairing - matt × fem!reader

Summary - it's basically the sam and colby video Matt's girlfriend tags along but she doesn't wanna get involved so she just stays in one of the driskle hotel rooms.

Warning - paranormal, fluff, idk what else it shouldn't be that scary tbh

"Yeah I'll just wait in the room" i say walking backwards to finish off my conversation with sam and colby. Then having matt walk me there.

So i got to the driskle hotel with everyone. Matt told me i could come with him and his brothers also sam and colby was okay with it, i mean I would participate but i didn't really wanna get involved with the paranormal, cause that stuff kinda freaks me out.

I had a pretty weird experience with those kinda things when i was younger.

To my hair being tugged, my neck being scratched, and cabinets being slammed. So I heavily believe in those things. To think that sam and colby do this for a living and fun is crazy to me.

Matt walked me to the room i was staying in. On the way there we made conversation.

"Would it be ok if i called you when yall were recording" i question looking up at him

"Why would you need to call me? Also you don'thave to ask." he furrowed her brows his voice and facial expression filled with a mix of concern and confusion.

"Well i just thought... it would ruin-" I cut myself off.

"I don't know just incase.." i put my head down realizing i was getting all worked up over nothing.

He stopped walking and put his hands on my shoulder making me face him

"what's wrong?" He asked scanning my face trying to interpret my feelings." And also to answer you're question, I'll ditch the video if needed, especially if you need something." He reassured me, which always feels nice.

" it's nothing really-" he didn't let me finish

"If you're scared it's gonna be okay" he pulled me into a hug, my arms going around his waist his hands rubbing my back.

His phone buzzed it was a message from colby where are you we're ready?? I saw when he opened his phone

"Ok i gotta go, love you" he kissed my head before leaving.

"Love you too"

I was going to swipe the card on the door so i can enter but before i could swipe it, the door already opened, but my hand was on the nob so there could have been a possibility that it has already been opened or something??

I take everything in, the big bed in the middle of the room, a tv sitting right infront of it, against the wall of the bed a few feet over there was a closet it probably had robes and the ironing board in there, then theres a bathroom far over somewhere.

I sit on the bed scrolling through my phone for a few minutes.

"This is probably gonna take longer then i expected" i mumble to myself scooting off the bed looking for the remote to watch tv.

I found the remote and scrolled through a few channels and picked spongebob.

I took my shoes off to settle in and watch tv and probably take a nap cause who knows how long this would take.

I lay down turning my back away from the door just incase it opened again.

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Time passed my eyes began to fall heavy i checked the time 6:38pm we got here at 4:00pm

My focused was switched from my phone to the tv when the channel changed to a movie a scary one it appeared.

The lamp flickered a few times but i figured it was because the building is so old.

I get the remote to se what it was and it was the movie exorcist. My heart sank i quickly change the channel it was probably my foot hitting the remote.

I try and rub the situation off with excuses but i know that it was something more so i was shaken up, damn right terrified.

I give matt a text knowing theres a 45% chance he could reply and actually do something about it.

📲

Matt

Could you find time to make it to the room?

Delivered: now

I put my phone down trying to think about something else. Oh did i try. It didn't work.

I decided to walk around the building for a bit, i leave the room and walk down the hallway trying to stay around people so nothing super bad happens.

I take a turn trying to go down another hall not paying attention or list. Obviously nothing running through my head at all and i bump into

I look up and it's colby i look behind him and it's everyone else.

"Y/n what's wrong you look sick" nick said

"I- I'm fine" i look around rubbing my sweaty palms on my jeans.

"Where were you guys going anyway"

"To eat actually matt was going back to get you why we went down to the table but you're here now so let's go" colby says walking past me.

I fall behind so i can talk with matt

"You look shooken up whats wrong baby?"

"My experience with the hotel in general-"

"What happend" he sounded alarmed also interrupting me.

"I was getting to that"

"Sorry"

I sit down at the table where we were going to eat matt sat next to me.

the table was circle and there were six chairs that we sat in.

"So it started before i even entered the room so when i was about to come in, the door opened for me i brushed that off cause it's not that serious. Then i got comfortable laying in the bed-

I look down at my shoeless feet, only socks on my feet. Bringing matt to chuckle a bit making me laugh too.

"What are yall laughing at" chris interrupted making everyone look at us.

"Great way to put us on the spot chris"

"She has no shoes on just socks that it" matt added. Everyone laughed it off so i guess everything was fine.

"What are you guys talking about anyway" sam questions

"Just something that happend while i was waiting in the hotel room"

"Do tell" colby gestures for me to continue

"I'll just start the story over. So when i was about to enter the room the door opened for me but that wasnt much so i got comfortable in the room as you could tell, and i started getting tired then the channel changes to exorcist i thought it was just my leg that hit the remote or something but the lights were flickering and stuff, i was scared so i decided to leave and roam the halls until i bumped into you" i point to colby

"Wow we definitelygotta check that room out" everyone was nodding and agreeing.

"I would have done the same thing, the fuck not that anyone's saying anything but that alone is crazy" nick said breaking the silence that subsidied

I felt like no one believed me but i know they did it's just a feeling i had, i struggled with overthinking anyways.

Matt rubbed my leg under the table. That made me feel better.

I lean over to whisper in his ear

"I feel like no one believes me"

His face softened probably at the thought that i would think someone wouldn't believe what i said i mean they did say i looked scared earlier.

"Don't say that of course the do" he says at a low tone so only i can here him.

I nod and continue eating my food.

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Me and matt had a room together as long as we promised not to fuck. So Chris, and nick, sam and colby shared a room.

Matt was in the shower i had already taken mines when they started recording again after dinner.

I just sit up in my bed waiting for him to get out the bathroom scrolling on my phone. I hear the bathroom door open, matt came out shirtless with only his plaid pajama pants and his toothbrush in his mouth with his black T in hand.

"Did you knock on the door"

"No. Why?"

He just walked back in the bathroom not answeringmy question. That alone freaked me out I think I'm just a scarey cat but i dont care because matt allows me to be one meaning he was ok with it.

I come in the bathroom to find out what happend. I was curious as to why he asked me that to begin with. He probably had a paranormal experience just happen.

I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. I rest my head against his bare skin. Matt was caught off guard by my sudden interaction but when he notices it's me he relaxed.

"What happend?"

He shrugged at the question

"I heard a knock on the door"

"Well it wasnt me"

He bent down to spit the toothpaste and stood back up putting the tooth brush down wrong his mouth before he turned around to face me cupping my face.

"I know baby. when you told me it wasn't i believed you the first time, it was probably a ghost" he chuckled at the thought of having to reason that a ghost just done something.

He gave me a quick peck on the lips led by a few more other kisses.

"Lets go to bed" matt suggested i nodded agreeing with him.

I slip into bed on my side longing for more affection from matt to take my mind off the long day i had. And all the stuff that accorded throughout the day. so as soon as matt got into bed i cuddled up against him.

"It was such a long day" i breathed out.

"I can say the same" he added

"Can you tell me about the stuff you did today"

I wanted something to think about other then the fact I'm sleeping in a haunted hotel of endless possibilities. And that scared me, but his voice normally soothes me to sleep so that's why i want him to talk. He has no problem with it I stay up long enough to listen but it's rare.

He began talking about his day, running his fingers through my hair. I begin dozing off to sleep in the process.

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A/n : im kinda late to the hotel thing but idc it just randomly hit me so i wrote it. Hope this was a good read.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo imagines #matthew sturniolo #matt × reader #matt fanfic

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helloimaweirdo · 9 months

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Double life,, 2!!!!!!!

I was bored and decided to re-roll double life soulmates and see if i could think of anything fun with these new pairs

so i took the double life cast plus Skizz, Lizzie, Mumbo and Gem because i wanted to include everyone

(i know that Gem was only in one session but we had an odd number and shes a lifer to me)

the pairs generated was

Joel and Lizzie (im not kidding)

Skizz and Mumbo

Pearl and Tango (it rolled Pearl and Scott first but i didnt want any doubles so i rerolled it)

Ren and Grian

Cleo and Etho (omg theyre back together...)

Scar and Bdubs

Jimmy and Scott (flower husbands,,,,)

Impulse and Martyn

Gem and BigB

now theres some absolute gems in this

first things first, the true soulmates: Joel and Lizzie

they were the first thing i rolled and it was so perfect omg,,,,,, obviously they are the power couple, the girlboss malewife. very chaotic duo and possibly a bit dangerous

next up: Skizz and Mumbo

now because those two dont interaact like at all from my knowledge i cant say much for sure, but i feel like the two of them would make a very fun team. with Skizz's impulsiveness and Mumbos redstone abilities i feel they could do some very fun stuff. I dont think theyd get very far but theyre here for a fun time, not a long time

Pearl and Tango

this one is kinda interesting. we have established that Pearl is crazy, we know that, but Tango is too just in a completely different way. Pearl doesnt beat around the bush much, she there and you know it. while Tango often works in the back seat in the middle of some crazy plot like Dare to Flare, Bet your life, or bringing a warden to the surface. combine these two and youd get some fun results.

Ren and Grian

first thing that came to mind: the dramatics. Grian is the known war starter and Ren is known roleplayer, do i need to make it obvious??? they would be SO fun to watch. Just by thinking about im upset that this isnt already a thing, god. I feel their shenanigans would be on par with the Bad Boys.

Cleo and Etho

if limited life taught us anything its that these two = divorce and im so here for that. this feels as if it be Cloe + Martyn Version 2. and considering and Etho on his own is a bit more pathetic then Martyn it would be very pitiful to watch. Cleo would be out girlbossing(as they do) and Etho would be struggling to do much, that or Etho would be also fine on his own but i think itd be better if he were a little pathetic yk

Scar and Bdubs

these two are impulsive idiots and would do nothing but enable each other and im so here for it. they would go on a million different mini mission in a single session. youd get whiplash from watching them. but i feel like this would make them either very dangerous or not threatening at all. who knows

Jimmy and Scott

flower husbands. what more do i have to say? Scott would be the pro player that he is while jimmy does nothing but get himself killed. theyd make an okay team is third life is anything to go by. i feel Scotts skills at the game and Jimmy's lack of would just balence themselves out a bit. who knows, maybe Jimmy would be the second one to die with a soulmate like Scott

Impulse and Martyn

a southlanders duo! these two were hilarious back in last life and they would be again. theyd make a pretty decent team i think. I mean these two were top two in limited life. theyd be a good mix of shenanigans and actual decent plays, a very good balance i think

and last but not least Gem and BigB

now this ones a thinker because Gem was only ever in one session of the game and did not once interact with BigB(if im remembering correctly) but going on assumptions i think these two would make a great team. first of all i think theyd be semi-wholesome. with Gems cottagecore vibes and BigBs general BigB-ness i think theyd be very cute. but also quite dangerous. Gem is a known PvPer (GeminiSlay!) and BigB makes his own good plays fairly often as well. Otherall very cute, but threatening team

this was a fun thinking exercise

and i want to hear your thoughts in the notes!!!!!

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misc-obeyme · 9 months

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resending just in case the first didnt send due to my wifi cutting off right as i sent it 🙄:

how would the brothers react to an mc who comes from a family where twins, triplets, quadruplets n other sets of multiples are common ? like, their mother is a twin, their father is a triplet, most of their siblings are twins or triplets, the mc even has a twin themselves

i just wanna see how the brothers react to visiting the mcs family n seeing 9 different ppl have look the same cause theres 3 separate sets of triplets in the family

Hi there!

I did get your previous ask, but I decided to answer this one, so I will just delete the other one :)

Okay, this was certainly interesting to think about and the consensus is mostly that they're all confused lol.

Thanks for the request!

the brothers react to GN!MC having a family full of twins, triplets, etc

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

Great. There are more of you. Just how many of you are there, MC? Are these your clones? It must be some magic spell gone wrong. That's the only explanation.

Lucifer demands answers. Explain what is going on. Once you've told him about all the twins and triplets in your family, he's trying to figure out how this is even possible. He always thought such things were rare, but here you all are.

He tries to keep everybody's name straight, but he messes up sometimes. It's not from lack of trying. Actually keeps a little notebook with a list of everybody's name in an attempt to keep track of them. This doesn't really work all that well when everyone looks the same, though.

He never confuses you for one of your family members. No, he knows which one of you belongs to him.

Mammon

He is immediately flustered. How is he supposed to act around all these slightly different versions of you? They all remind him of you, but they're not quite you and he's so confused.

Since we all know he has feelings for you, being around so many people that look like you makes him nervous. He has to try even harder not to give himself away. Pretty much just constantly blushing.

Please stay by his side, MC. He doesn't want to lose track of ya. Not that he would ever mistake anyone else for you, but it's just hard for him to find you again if you go too far.

Mammon likes your family just fine, but being around them all is kiiiind of stressful. Doesn't remember anyone's name. Uses yours almost every time even though he knows he's not talking to you. It just comes out, he can't help it!

Leviathan

Oh! This is just like that one manga called Everyone In My Family is a Twin or Triplet So I Moved Far Away Where No One Would Recognize Me and Ended Up Falling in Love with a Demon Lord! That's almost your exact scenario, MC! You're living a real life manga storyline!

He's not too terrible at remembering who is who, but he's not really great at it, either. He certainly never gets you confused with anybody, but everybody else kind of blends together a bit.

If you've got any family members that have similar interests to him, Levi will get all their names correct every time. This helps him to keep everybody else straight, too.

He's fascinated by your family of look-a-likes, but he definitely thinks you're the best version. He might try to actually say that to you, too, but he's going to be blushing like crazy while he does.

Satan

He's never seen this many twins, triplets, and quadruplets before. He's going to ask a ton of questions. He wants to know how this is even possible. -Tell him you understand the science behind it, MC, because it's fascinating. If you don't know the specifics of how the genetics of such things work, he's going to read a bunch of books about it as soon as he gets home.

He gets everybody's name right. He never mixes anybody up or confuses anybody for anybody else. How he manages to do this is a mystery to everyone, even you. It likely has to do with his ability to retain details.

Since he's capable of keeping everybody straight, your family loves him. It's nice to finally have someone who doesn't get you all confused all the time. He's a little baffled because to him it's not a big deal.

Asmodeus

He has so many ideas. Please, he just has to have a fashion show or photo shoot with all your lovely family members! He's always wanted a crew of models that are just as lovely as you!

Another one who never gets anybody mixed up. Asmo is able to do this because he's a social butterfly and somehow connects everyone's appearance to their qualities and interests. He's just good at it, you know?

He wants to do everybody's hair and paint everybody's nails and any one of your family members who agree will find themselves looking fabulous in no time.

But don't worry. He will make sure to pay extra special attention to you. He's in love with your entire family, of course. How could he not be especially when they all look like you? But you'll always be his favorite, MC.

Beelzebub

Hey. You have a twin, too? Do you guys have twin telepathy like him and Belphie? He's going to have a lot of questions for your twin specifically because he knows what it's like to be one.

Of course, he doesn't look exactly like his twin and that part's a little confusing. Also, MC, do you realize that all of your family members look the same? What's going on with that?

You'll have to explain who is twins, triplets, or quadruplets with who. He'll try to keep them all straight, he really will. But his success rate is kinda low. Gets most of them mixed up with each other.

He never gets you or your twin mixed up with anyone else, though. He gets that, so it's easier for him to understand. Thinks of your twin as "MC's Belphie" forever after.

Belphegor

Okay. He obviously knows about the twin life, but this is kinda overdoing it, don't you think? He knows your family isn't like this on purpose (at least he doesn't think so), but wow. It's kinda chaotic.

Surprisingly good at keeping everybody straight. He doesn't try too hard and he still messes up, but he's better at it than some of the others.

He also wants to know if you have twin telepathy. What about the triplets and quadruplets? Do they have it, too? He imagines that having quadruplet telepathy would be pretty noisy.

In the end, he likes your family fine, but he prefers you. Content to just sit beside you while you interact with your many family members. Probably falls asleep on your shoulder as you do so. Sorry, MC, but your family kinda tires him out.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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fordohyon · 3 months

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THE SECURITY HAS A CRUSH ON YOU?

PT.1

pt. 2!

PAIRING - maknaeline!xikers x fem!reader

TAGS - fluff

WARNING(S) - lmk if theres any, lmk if there are errors as well!!

wc - 2.2k, each member around 300-400

req by - @junghoonateezzanti

a/n - finally 🙌🙌 ive finished it!! sorry it took a while (like really really long), but i am now not procrastinating my reqs and doing them! Very long overdue!!

정훈

JUNGHOON

Since you've been dating, Junghoon has only seen you without makeup or minimal makeup. It's not that he thinks you look ugly, though he's seen you buy some and paid for a few. Your cousin's wedding is in about 3 hours, he knows about the wedding and you've talked about going together. Buzzing from your phone echoes throughout the room confirming that you called him. "Babe...? Isn't it too early?" Evident in his voice that he had just woken up. "Sorry, did I wake you up? Though, are you sure you're gonna come with me? I mean, it's your first time meeting my family and it's during a wedding." Your boyfriend hums as you babble,

"Of course..! We've talked about it, honey. I wouldn't say things I'm not sure of, okay? I'll be there, I'll bring my suit and things too." He voices, affirming you.

Your doorbell rings while you scramble to find your dress, your boyfriend messages, telling you he's at the door. Treading to your door and hearing your boyfriend calling out your name you open it instantly, "Hi honey, you look good." He mumbles whilst you kiss him. "Thank you... You'll be dressing up here?" You question him, making sure what you heard a while ago was right.

"Yes, I brought my suit and everything," Junghoon confirms with a warm smile, holding up the garment bag. "I thought it would be more convenient to get ready here together. Plus, I wanted to spend some extra time with you before we head out."

As you let him into your apartment, you notice a flicker of concern in Junghoon's eyes. Sensing his unease, you gently touch his arm and ask, "Is everything alright, Junghoon? You seem a bit off."

Taking a deep breath, he hesitates before speaking. "Well, I have to admit, I've been feeling a bit... insecure about it lately," he confesses, his voice hardly above a whisper. "Remember the security guard at my workplace who has a crush on you? it made me wonder if I'm not appreciating you enough."

Surprised, you reassure him quickly. "Junghoon, don't worry. I love you, and I'm committed to our relationship. I appreciate your concern, but my heart belongs to you.

Relief washes over Junghoon's face. "Thank you for understanding," he says gratefully. "I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. I trust you completely, and our love is strong."

You pull him into a solace embrace, whispering, "Junghoon, you mean the world to me."

A sense of reassurance, you both get ready for the wedding. You take your coat, ready to go.

You both attend the wedding, your family asks about your boyfriend and invites him to dinner. Of course, he says yes.

(might make an imagine/drabble about the dinner with your family cs I've been missing junghoon a whole lot lately)

세은

SEEUN

He was already at your place before you were even thinking about getting ready for your date. "Babe...? Are you going to dress up in front of me?" He asks you, you who completely forgot about having Seeun over and about to take your towel off. "Get out... Please" You mumble meekly. "I'll tell you when I'm done!" you shriek at him, voice slightly shaking. As Seeun stumbled out of the room, his mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Jealousy surged through him, fueled by the sight of you preparing for your date in a way he hadn’t seen before. His extroverted nature had always made him feel confident, but now he found himself questioning his desirability.

Inside the room, you were left feeling a mix of vulnerability and confusion. The situation escalated beyond what you anticipated, and you desperately wanted to explain yourself to Seeun.

Outside, Seeun's heart sank as he realized the impact of his jealousy on your relationship. He berated himself for allowing his insecurities to overshadow his trust in you,

he gathered his thoughts and knocked gently on the door. "I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice filled with remorse. "I let my jealousy get the best of me." Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and looked into his eyes.

"I understand that seeing me dress up caught you off guard," you began, your voice filled with empathy. "But please know that you are the one I love and have chosen to be with."

Seeun's eyes softened as your words sank in. Realizing the significance of trust and communicatio. "I love you," he said earnestly. "I don't want my insecurities to come between us."

you both chose to set aside the tension and focus on strengthening your relationship. You promised to communicate openly, sharing your fears and insecurities.

You walked out of the room, leaving behind the misunderstandings and doubts that had momentarily clouded your love. As you went on your date together.

유준

YUJUN

Yujun was known for his contradictory nature—extroverted at heart but held back by shyness. You’ve been dating for several months. Sharing a deep connection, Yujun’s insecurities are about to be put to the test.

You had plans to attend a special event. It was the first time Yujun would see you get dolled up, as you usually preferred an easier look to do. As he waited for you to finish getting ready, his mind wandered to the security guard he had noticed at their previous outings. The guard always seemed to cast longing glances in your direction, and it fueled a growing jealousy within Yujun.

As the minutes ticked by, Yujun’s anticipation mingled with anxiety. When you finally came out of the bedroom, he was struck by you. The sight of your radiant beauty, accentuated by carefully applied makeup, took his breath away. But it also stirred up a storm of conflicting emotions within him.

Amid this internal struggle, the doorbell rang. It was the security guard, who had come to escort them to the event. Yujun’s heart sank. Throughout the evening, Yujun battled his insecurities. As he observed the guards’ charming and confident demeanor, he couldn't help but compare himself to the security guard. Doubts gnawed at him, whispering that he wasn't enough for you, that you deserved someone more outgoing and self-assured.

Sensing Yujun’s unease, you pulled him aside, her eyes filled with concern. "What's wrong, Yunjn?" you asked gently, your voice sufficed with care.

Stumbling to find the right words, Yujun finally mustered the bravery to convey his feelings. "I'm sorry. Seeing you all dolled up tonight... and the way he looks at you... I can't help but feel jealous. I worry that I'm not enough for you."

As you reached out to hold his hand, your eyes softened. "Yujun, I understand your concerns, but you mean the world to me. Your shy nature and extroverted heart are what make you so special. I fell in love with the person you are, and nothing can change that."

As Yujun listened to your words, he felt a glimmer of hope. Seeing that his envy was rooted in his insecurities and that you had chosen him for a reason.

As the night progressed, Yujun made an effort to entertain in discussions and showcase his extroverted side. With you by his side.

ฮันเตอร์

HUNTER

Hunter found himself in the midst of a whirlwind of emotions. He had been dating you for quite some time, and your relationship had always been filled with understanding and support. However, tonight was different. It was the first time Hunter had seen you put on makeup, and it ignited a spark of jealousy within him.

As Hunter watched you carefully apply your makeup, he couldn't help but feel a pang of insecurity. His mind drifted to the security guard, whom you had encountered earlier that day. He exuded confidence and had a character that seemed to draw people in effortlessly. Hunter couldn't shake the feeling that you might be attracted to the guards' charming nature.

When you finally emerged from the bedroom, Hunter's breath caught in his throat. You looked breathtakingly beautiful, your natural features enhanced by the subtle touch of makeup. His heart swelled with pride, but at the same time, a wave of self-doubt washed over him.

As they prepared to leave for the evening, Hunter noticed that the guard would be at the event. A surge of jealousy coursed through Hunter's veins as he observed the guards' friendly banter with you during the walk there.

Sensing Hunter's inner turmoil, you gently took his hand and gazed into his eyes with concern. "Hunter, what's troubling you? You seem distant tonight."

Hunter hesitated for a moment, then finally found the courage to express his feelings. "Seeing you so beautiful tonight and the way the guard interacts with you... I can't help but feel jealous. I worry that I'm not enough for you."

Your understanding softened your eyes. You tenderly caressed his face and talked with an earnestness that never wavered. Hunter felt a weight lift off his shoulders as your words sank in. "Hunter, please know that, I love you and there's no one else I'd rather be with. Just be yourself, and that's more than enough for me." As your words sank in, Hunter felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

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YECHAN

Yechan had been dating you for quite some time, and your relationship had always been filled with experience and excitement. However, tonight was different. It was the first time Yechan had seen you put on makeup, and it kindled a storm of clashing emotions within him.

As Yechan watched you carefully lay on your makeup, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of insecurity. His mind wandered to the security guard they had encountered earlier. He had an undeniable charm, and Yechan couldn't shake off the feeling that the guard had developed a crush on you.

As you finished getting ready, you turned to Yechan with a radiant smile. Your beauty, enriched by the touch of makeup, took Yechan's breath away. But alongside the admiration, jealousy began to eat at him, threatening to overshadow their evening.

As they prepared to attend an event together, Yechan's unease grew when he realized that the guard had been assigned to escort them to the event. The thought of spending the night in the guards’ presence intensified Yechan's jealousy, and self-doubt started to cloud his mind.

Seeing the anguish on Yechan's face, you grabbed his hand and drew him away. "Yechan, is there anything wrong? You seem standoffish."

Yechan paused, not knowing quite how to say what was on his mind. But he understood that their connection depended on honesty. "Seeing you so beautiful tonight and the way he looks at you... I can't help but feel jealous. I worry that I'm not enough for you, that I can't compete with his charm and attention."

You cupped Yechan's face gently and your eyes softened. “His charisma may draw attention, but it's your light that shines brighter than anybody else's, Yechan. I like your gregarious demeanor and your capacity to make everyone around you feel special.” You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper.

"But most of all, I admire your kind heart and selfless nature. You make me want to be a better person." Yechan's cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he smiled bashfully. "I never knew you felt that way," he murmured. You smiled back, feeling your heart flutter at his sincerity. "Well, now you do."

#xikers #xikers x reader #yu’s writing — 📝#xikers junghoon #xikers seeun #xikers yujun #xikers hunter #xikers yechan #xikers fluff #xikers drabble #xikers fic #xikers reaction #xikers scenario #xikers imagine

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chaoscriess · 2 years

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hi hi hi ! ik i just started following, but i dig your stuffs ! was hoping to request 130 with ghostface bc i need it, thanks for your time friend !

yeah yeah absolutely!! u earned a follow for your kind words :') this prompt gave me smut vibes so I added that to the end, there will be a warning incase that's not what u wanted

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 130.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! cussing, ghostface, knives, kinda dubcon but not really cause reader has a crush on ghostface. reader takes off his mask during the smut but doesnt see his face

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎! smut after the second gif, daddy kink, choking, degrading mixed with praise, spanking 😁 dirty talk during sex, idfk for some people that's an ick, kinda a breeding kink, yes I know it's not realistic for them to cum at the same time but I do not give a flying futuristic frog fuck.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! I loved this. on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. no indication of which ghostface it is but ghostface is male so,,yeah. afab reader but theres no indication of that until the smut

ghostface x reader

it was halloween! finally!

you had been waiting since early august for halloween to come and it finally did

it was nearing midnight, and the sound of children knocking on your front door had finally come to a halt

so now you were sitting on your couch and piling leftover candy into your mouth

you were very glad you bought extra this year

you were watching a movie on your tv, some indie horror film your roommate recommended to you

it wasnt great, but you still enjoyed it enough to keep watching it

honestly, the only reason you kept watching it was because the killer was really fucking hot

it reminded you of something... what was it..?

oh, right.

that killer that had been terrorizing your town

you didnt know who was under the mask, but you couldn't keep yourself from fantasizing about being kissed by him, held by him...fucked by him.

honestly, he was hot.

really fucking hot.

you were just about to fall asleep when you got a call

"hello..?" you were curious as to who would be calling this late. "hello, y/n." oh shit. that fucking voice, that was ghostface! fucking ghostface, holy shit. "hey ghosty" you decided to fuck with him, not caring why he was calling. "excuse me? call me that again and I'll gut you like a fucking fish." your face scrunched up, and you huffed, sinking into your couch. "okay fine, jeez. what do you want, anyways?" he chuckled in response and you heard a tap on your window. you turned your head as fast as you could, your heart was racing now. you wouldn't admit it, but you were scared.

you heard floorboards creak behind you and felt a hand on your shoulder. suddenly, you couldn't breath, you couldn't think, and you couldn't move. this was not like the movies. not at all.

for some reason, he spared you.

sliced up your arm a bit, but he didnt kill you.

you wondered why

a week later, you found out why.

how? well, he visited you again. but this time, it was for a different reason.

just as you were about to go to bed, you heard someone step into your room. huh, that's weird, nobody was supposed to be awake

whatever, you were too tired to care.

but when you felt someone get into bed with you and wrap their arms around you, you got up and almost screamed

but when you looked on your bed and didn't see anything, you wondered if you were just half asleep or going crazy

until you felt someone put their hand over your mouth and wrap their arm around your waist.

you were fucking terrified

"what's wrong, darling? 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴." he sat his chin on your shoulder, taking in your scent. he chuckled and hummed to himself, the room was silent besides your heavy breathing and he could hear your heartbeat.

18+! smut starts here!

"if I take my hand off your mouth, do you promise to be good for me? you gonna be a good little pet for ghosty?" shit, why was he here? and why the hell did he call himself ghosty? did he like it when you called him that? damn, you made a whole ass serial killer a simp for you. to be honest, you felt like god. you nodded eagerly at his words and smirked when he slowly and hesitantly took his hand off your mouth. "ghosty, huh?" he scoffed and wrapped his hand around your throat harshly, shutting you up quickly.

he dropped the hand that was around your waist down into your pants and began rubbing you through your underwear. you could hear him groan softly under his mask and you heard his breathing pick up, he was obviously turned on. you smirk again and let out a moan, just to see how he'd respond. he tightened his grip on your neck and told you to be quiet, and you remembered that your roommates were asleep. your smirk widened as you reached upwards, taking off his mask and tangling your fingers in his hair, gripping roughly as you moaned again.

he pulled away and harshly pushed you onto the bed, pushing your face into your pillow before pulling your pants and underwear down and smacking your ass. "so pretty.. all for me". you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he ran his thumb along your cunt, picking up your juices and using it as a lube to rub your clit. he muttered 'god, so fucking wet' and pulled up his robe, pulling down his pants before entering you harshly.

you cried out at the pain and lack of warning or prep, but soon the pleasure overcame the pain as he roughly thrusted into you at a fast pace. you didn't care that your roommates were asleep, your moans were all you could hear now besides the sound of his hand hitting your ass repeatedly. "shit, shit, shit! fuck, daddy, feels so good!" he laughed at you as he kept his pace but raised your ass in the air to get a better angle into your cunt.

"shit, such a pretty little cockwhore. you love my dick, dont you baby?" you nodded quickly, too cock dumb to speak. "use your fucking words, slut". jesus, he really wants you to talk? well fuck him, you're too tired. he scoffed at your silence and smacked your ass, harder than he had before. you moaned loudly at the pain mixed with pleasure and tried your best to form an intelligible sentence.

"yes! fuck yes, I love your cock! fuck, wont ever fuck anyone else! just you daddy! so fucking good!" he smiled at you and reached forward to grip your throat as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his high. you were nearing your orgasm as well, a string of curses leaving your mouth as you pushed your hips back to meet his cock with every thrust. he squeezed your throat one last time as you came, your pussy was squeezing around him, leading him to do the same and you felt him finish inside you. after a few more thrusts, you felt him pull out.

when you didnt hear him for a few minutes, you turned around. you were confused as to why you didnt hear anything, but it clicked when you saw your window open. that dick, he left you laying there all fucked out.

yeah, your roommates definitely heard you. and he definitely came back the next day.

and the next, and the next

and probably the day after that

but you never once complained

#chaos calling!#chaos' army #ghostface #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #slasher x reader #slasher smut #slasher x reader smut #dirty ass smut #yall better like this #i didn't write this for nothing

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minnielvr · 8 months

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DIE FOR YOU - chapter 11 : "y/n asf"

"okay next question," hyunjin took another flash card, "at what age does the brain become fully mature?"

"oh easy, 25 years old." you answered.

hyunjin was currently helping you study for your psychology test for tomorrow, like he promised when he took you out. it was going well so far and there were no major distractions.

"ugghh y/n im bored." hyunjin threw the flashcards on the desk and whined.

"hey! do you think i want to do this right now too?"

"well then lets just not do it.."

"hyunjin i HAVE to study for this test, it makes up like 30% of my grade." in truth though, you've already studied way more than needed. maybe you were just looking for an excuse to spend more time with him.

"oh cmon y/n, we've done 50 flash card and you've been studying the whole week. lets just stop now hm?" he offered

"okay, fine. but what will we do now?" you didn't want him to leave, but you didn't want to be bored either.

"uhhh icecream?" he raised his brow

"hyunjin it's almost 1 in the morning nothing is open." you hit his head softly.

"OH I KNOW-" you covered his mouth, "hyunjin shut up!! you'll wake them up" you scolded him

"sorry sorry. anyway how about we dye my hair." he said with a grin on his face.

"im sorry what?" you blinked a couple of times.

"well im kinda getting bored of this red, most of my outfits don't match with it either." he started playing with it.

"but i love the red. its so...you"

"awwww well thank you cutie." he squished your cheeks and surprisingly, you let him.

"well where could we find hair dye right at this time of night? and what color?"

"im sure theres a 24 hour market here somewhere. and i want to do black." he went on his phone and googled up places nearby.

"well, lets go then. you sure about this?" you asked one last time.

he shrugged his shoulders, "i guess"

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you and hyunjin were now in the convenience store looking at the hair dye. you guys were arguing about wether he should get permanent or temporary.

"hyunjin if you get permanent then you don't like it how will you take it off?" you tried to reason with him

"y/n my natural hair color is black...i know how i look." he laughed at you.

"oh...well my bad i didn't know you before this." you crossed your arms, why is he laughing at you?

"awww it's cute how much you care, cmon lets go to checkout." he dragged you along.

"just for the record i don't care."

he just looked back at you and smiled. you guys were at the register and hyunjin payed, then you left to walk back.

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hyunjin was in your bathroom on a chair with a towel over his shoulders, while you were mixing up the dye.

you came behind him and looked at him in the mirror "you ready?"

"lets do it."

so you got to work, spreading the dye all over his bright red hair and on his roots. you guys made small talk while doing so, asking him about his friends and whatnot. soon you guys finished and let it dry for 30 minutes, it should've been for longer but he couldn't wait.

you took him back to the bathroom where he leaned his head over the tub so you could wash it. you reached out to his hair and started running your fingers through it messily while he sighed, saying it felt like a massage. you finished up quickly and didn't allow him to look in any mirrors until you finished cleaning.

you led him to your dresser and made him sit down in front of it while you kept a hand over his eyes.

"okay you can look in 3...2...1!! open!!" you raised your hand off his eyes.

"wowww it looks good" he started playing with his hair and styling it.

you guys talked for a bit after that while admiring his new hair, eating some snacks, and obviously not forgetting to take some pictures.

"omg hyunjin its 3 am you have to go home" you couldn't have him spend the night.

"awww whyyy?" he pouted and put his arms around you. lately he was getting very touchy, but you didn't mind.

you tried pushing him off, "because i have to sleep and so do you! i have a big day tomorrow"

"but if i walk in the house that late they'll all be suspicious..." he looked away from you, he forgot about the dare.

"so? just tell them you fucked someone or something." you shrugged while chewing on your granola bar, not thinking much of it.

"can i tell them i fucked y-" you put your hand over his mouth once again, "dont even think about it."

you walked him to the door and let him put on his shoes, then he faced you.

"well, thanks for everything tonight y/n. i hope we can do it again." he smiled at you.

he wants to do this again? with you? damn since when did you become so weak for guys.

"your welcome hyunjin, thanks for taking me out too, it was super fun. oh and studying" you started to remember the whole night.

he went in to give you a hug, so you returned it, squeezing him tight. but when he pulled away you gave him a little peck on his lips.

"g'night hyune" you smirked and pushed him out the door.

did you really just kiss hwang hyunjin? this must be a dream, you thought to yourself. as you turned around to walk back to your room, you were met with three faces right in front of you. so naturally, you screamed.

"Y/N WHAT THE FUCK???" all 3 of your friends screamed at once.

"oh. my. god. yunjin you were here the whole time?" you thought she was with keeho.

"well duh!! i wanted to hear all the details when you came back from dinner with hyunjin but apparently you guys had other plans." she crossed her arms.

"yea y/n, other plans. such as dying his hair." haerin also crossed her arms.

"and kissing him." now hanni crossed her arms.

"ugh guys it's not that big of a deal, come sit down. i'll explain everything"

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zsakuva · 28 days

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!!SPOILERS FOR THE NEW NOBLE TRAILS EPISODE!!!

Saku i just watched the new noble trials episode and it’s so amazing great job as always! i can definitely tell the great amount of effort you are putting into this project.This episode has to be my favourite by far i love the back and forth banter between the Earis and Zaros but despite that i feel like their relationship has evolved at least a little bit,Im also curious to know more about what the Earis and their mother were discussing at the end about Zaros’ grandma i cant wait to know more about that!

But on the topic of the queen Roena I had mixed feelings on her this episode…I dont wanna say she seemed sinister but she definitely appeared a bit more ig mysterious to me this episode?? Not just that but I definitely feel like she seems a bit more manipulative when it comes to the earis and their role as the upcoming ruler(potentially).

In the first episode she seemed genuinely supportive and like she genuinely wouldnt care if her child lost or won the trials and didnt want them to be to hard on themself,im not saying she doesnt still feel that way but in this episode she seemed a little more controlling and adamant on them winning. Its natural for her to want her child to succeed,especially since its something they have been working on for so long and something she missed the opportunity of doing with her first born but i feel like overtime shes slowly been putting pressure on the earis(wether shes realised it or not) and making them believe this is their only/best option. I mean in the first episode didnt Zaros mention that the earis wanted to travel but they said “that it was only thanks to his influence” or something of the sort? I feel like it wouldve been the queen feeding that idea into them so they carry on her legacy.

Another thing i think was a bit odd was her letting the earis know that they beat Zaros in the trial after all it was supposed to be a secret ik she said it was okay and it wasn’t technically breaking the rules but it still seemed wrong.I suppose she wanted it to act as a bit of a push for them to keep working hard on the trials to become the ruler?

Anyway ive absolutely just been yapping nonsense and i feel like i havent made my opinion on her clear or portrayed my argument very well but in my head it all makes sense i promise😓.

!!!The point is that I definitely think theres more to her than what meets the eye!!! So i was just wondering if there was anything you could tell us about her character? maybe her personality or even a bit of her background??😖😖

I'm glad to see that you're enjoying The Noble Trials! You make some interesting points here!

But I can't tell you anything about any of the characters other than what's already been established, so Queen Roena's personality and background are off the table!

#zsakuva #sakuverse #audio roleplay #The Noble Trials #boyfriend audios

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delightfulcollectivetyphoon · 26 days

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heres the knifeplay as promised.

warnings: knifeplay, overstimulation, blood kink, praise, bondage, oral (f receiving), vibrator, cockwarming, hair pulling, p in v, mirror sex, edging, spanking, addiction reference, mention of a threesome (possibly foursome), mention of a breeding kink, squirting, aftercare, softdom!james, use of (Y/N) ONCE, angst, lactation kink, bondage, my insanely shitty writing

a/n- ummm yeah i might have projected my abandonment issues a lil bit jk a lot so yeah theres that and also UUUUGGGHHHH hes not a want hes a need. i NEED him to **** and ******* ******* ***** ********* **** * ***** *** *** ** *** ********* *** **

also im sorry ;-; i did minimal research on how it feels to lactate so um yeah sorry if its inaccurate anyways first time ive ever written a lactation kink and i fucking hate it :D lmao my writing not the kink. uuuh yeah finished this at 11 pm so sorry if its fucked up if you notice any errors at all, please contact me :)

His right hand tugged your hair, and his left hand held your wrists behind your back as he took you from behind. Tears had started to pool on the blanket below you; he had been edging you for about an hour now as he used you to chase his own release. The red easel mirror in front of you bore your helpless image under a man so heavenly you felt like praying every time looked your way. He stared into the reflection of your eyes as he chased his own release, slack-jawed and sweaty. When he finally reached his peak of ecstasy, he stopped thrusting and ground himself on your ass, length throbbing as he released inside of you. His balls drew up against your labia. You whined as the hot fluid spilled out of your abused cunt, dripping down and sliding over your clit. He groaned as you clenched around him, tearing every last drop of release from him.

"Please Jamie," you sobbed. "I need to cum so bad I'll do anything!"

The hand holding your hair let go and landed roughly on your ass. He gasped through his teeth at how you tightened at the impact. He brought his hand down again, and again. He watched the skin ripple with a great amusement. He could see the marks he made on your ass, proud that you were taking it so well. While massaging the pained flesh, he pressed his front to your back, and spoke,

"Anything?"

"Anything, please Jamie please!"

He pulled out and flipped you over. You looked so beautiful, your ruddy cheeks, your puffy eyes and lips, and the tiniest string of drool hanging from the corner of your lips. You looked at him in fear of his definition of 'anything'. He leered at you, then dropped to his knees and forearms, shoving a finger in your sore hole, and immediately took to sucking on your puffy clit. You screamed at the sudden overstimulation; your head fuzzy as your clit throbbed on his tongue. He lifted his head from your folds but kept a steady pace with his hand.

"You need to cum 3 times, okay? If you don't, you don't get to cum for a week. You don't get anything but my hand and my mouth, is that understood?"

"Yes," you slurred.

He dove back down and continued lapping at your nub. He had so far denied you 5 orgasms, and each one caught up to you in less than 2 minutes. You screamed as you gripped his hair so hard you were afraid of pulling it out. Your thighs closed around his head, suffocating him as he fingered you through your high. You saw stars as the orgasm worked its way up to its peak. You clenched so hard he could barely bend his fingers. The sound of your moans and the lack of air nearly made him cum again. He ground down into the mattress, moaning into your cunt as his cum stained the sheet. He continued to eat you out in a frenzied manner.

"It's too much," you cried "Jamie stop it's too much!"

He inserted a third finger as he lifted his head. He simply grinned at you, at your oblivious-to-what-was-coming expression. He pulled his fingers out, a mix of cum and spit connecting his hand to your hole. You breathed a sigh of relief as he sat on his heels, observing his work. Cum leaked from your cunt, your hole red and puffy. As you caught your breath, he moved so that he was holding you in his arms, his back leaning against the headboard, and his hands encasing you in a suffocating hug. He peppered kisses along your scalp, grinning as he caught your expression in the mirror.

"You ready?"

You stared back at him through the glass.

"For what?"

"You still owe me 2 more. And I don't think my baby could go a full week without cumming. I don't think she could last 7 whole days without my cock or mouth or fingers. Hell, you would beg me just to let you wear one 'uh my shirts."

You whimpered as he lifted your thighs so your calves crossed his. Your cunt was now directly facing the mirror, angry and sore. You whimpered as you realized you had to do this. He was right; you couldn't last a whole week without him. Hell, you couldn't even last 3 days. He was like a drug, once you start, you just can't quit. His hand snaked down your waist and onto your inner thigh. He rubbed the sensitive skin as he whispered praises into your ear.

"You're being such a good girl for me baby.'

"Love this tight little cunt so much."

"Let me take care of my pretty little girl."

"Let me make her feel good."

As soon as he muttered the last sentence, he began to very softly skate over your clit with his middle finger. You inhaled sharply as his free hand began to massage your breast. He toyed with the nipple, twisting it every which way. Since he couldn't suck on it, he put his finger in your mouth, making you coat it with your spit. You sucked on his finger slightly longer and harder than needed, just to spite him. He raised his eyebrow and began twisting your hypersensitive nipple again. You moaned as you grabbed his thigh with one hand and his forearm with the other. You felt another orgasm approaching. James egged you on, smiling as you tried so hard to accelerate your release. You ground against his hand, chasing ecstasy. It came with one hard twist of your nipple. You saw white, dotted with black. As he watched your release gush into his hand, he praised you through the aftershocks.

"That's my girl."

"Knew she could do it."

You sat there, gasping for breath. A thin layer of sweat coated your body, making your bodies skid against each other, which James used to his advantage. He had begun to leak precum down your back, and your squirming had only aroused him more. "Readjusting", or so he said, he thrusted once against your back. He hissed as he got his desired friction.

"You need help with that?" you teased, despite your exhausted state.

"Oh no, you're not getting out of this. Since everything has to be all about you." He was still pissed off because you had been flirting with other men, and one or two women right in front of him. He knew it was just to get him riled up, but he couldn't help it. Your punishment: edging. Each ruined orgasm accounted for one person you had flirted with. And he was great at keeping track.

You whined as he began his torture again. Only this time, he was whispering his filthiest fantasies in your ear.

"Wanna tie you up and make you wear a blindfold while I ruin this pretty little cunt."

"You would like it if I shared you, especially with one of the guys from the band. Don't lie."

"Gonna see how many times straight I can make you cum from my fingers."

"I should put a fucking baby in your womb. Watch as it grows, as your breasts grow. Milk you with my mouth every day. Knowin' I did that."

"Watch you fool around with one of the guys. But while he's fucking you senseless, remember who you belong to."

You gasped at the last one, which earned you a slap on the thigh. The skin grew bright red, and it stung like hell. Your third orgasm hit you the hardest. Your eyes clouded over as your hips lifted off the bed, and you shot your fluid across the bedspread.

"Fuck! James...James...Uh fuck...baby...fuck!"

His free hand pressed on your lower stomach to keep you still.

"Shhh baby I know, I know. Fuck, look at that beautiful little mess you've made. So fuckin' perfect."

He held you tightly around the waist as you writhed. As you thrashed, you gave him the friction he wanted.

"Scoot forward a little bit."

You crawled out of the confines of his legs and watched as he jerked himself off. You felt like passing out, but you wanted to show your appreciation. You crawled forward to where your hand was in reach of his cock. You took his hand away from his length and set it on his thigh. You rested your head on the hand, prompting him to slowly caress your hair. You started out slow, twisting your hand around the base and rubbing your thumb over the head, making absolute sure you maintained eye contact with him. He came in hot spurts, and you watched as the translucent liquid rolled over your fingers. You brought your hand up to your mouth and sucked his cum off, hollowing out your cheeks. He brought both hands to the sides of your head to pull you in for a kiss; he loved tasting himself on your tongue. You straddled his thighs, gasping when you felt his spent cock rub against your clit. The kiss continued until neither of you could breathe; whether you had forgotten how or you were too busy enjoying the other, you didn't know. After what only felt like a few minutes, you separated. You didn't have it in you to walk, so James went to go get a towel. You could hear water running in the bathroom, and when he came back, he carefully cleaned your combined mess. He helped you get dressed and led you to the living room, where he sat you on the couch and ordered takeout, all while gently massaging your bruises and sneaking glances at your exhausted demeanor. The night continued on with a movie and some of the best Chinese you've ever had. It ended with pushing yourself further into him under the covers, so he could hold you closer.

When you woke up, you found yourself feeling sore, but ultimately refreshed. You could walk without wincing, which you thought was an absolute win. You made yourself a cup of coffee but waited until James got up to see if he wanted to go out for breakfast. As you put your mug in the dishwasher, you could hear the bedroom door creak open, and his heavy footsteps come down the hallway.

"Wakey, wakey sunshine. I was thinking about going somewhere for breakfast. Where should we go?"

"Give me like... 5 minutes and I'll get back to you," he grumbled while digging his palms into his eyes. You turned around to him sitting hunched over in a chair, hands still over his eyes, resting his elbows on his knees. You pulled up a chair next to him and set your hand on his back.

"Everything okay?"

He lifted his head and swung his arms down between his legs as he looked at you.

"Yeah, just didn't get much sleep."

"Why? What's going on?"

"Oh, nothin'. Just couldn't stop thinkin'."

"Do you mind me asking you what?"

"I'll tell ya later," he said, grinning. He stood up and walked over to the coffee maker.

"There's some still in the pot."

He hummed in acknowledgement as he pulled a mug from the cabinet. You watched him pour a cup and walk back over to you. He sat down and held the mug between his hands, enjoying the warmth.

"Did I do something?" you blurted.

"What? No, nothing." He set his coffee on the table and took hold of your chair, turning you towards him.

"You," he said, pointing his finger at you, "did nothing wrong, okay? I know you like to overthink things, but really, it's nothin' bad. And, I guess this defeats the purpose, but I have a surprise for you."

He spoke with a stern voice but lightened up significantly with his last sentence. You opened your mouth to speak, but he knew what you were going to ask.

"Do not ask me what the surprise is," he said teasingly. You laughed and stood, sitting back down on his lap, both legs on one side, facing him. You put your hands on his shoulders and pecked him on the lips.

"Not workin'."

"What?" you asked innocently, batting your eyelashes.

He set a hand on your thigh and rubbed the skin.

"You think you can bribe it out of me with a kiss, but it's not happenin' darlin'."

"What if I did more than a kiss?"

"Well shit. Guess I am a pushover."

You giggled as you stood, his hand flopping back down on his own thigh. You had turned to walk to the bedroom but were stopped by his hand on your forearm.

"What do you want?"

"In what category?"

He raised an eyebrow, his grip suddenly tightening on your arm.

"Hello, Earth to (Y/N). Breakfast, ya weirdo."

"Mhm, yeah, breakfast. I don't care, you pick."

He released you as you began your walk again, letting his fingers graze against your passing arm. A chill shot down your spine, engrossing your body in goosebumps. You tried to hide it as you rounded the corner. He watched you go, eyes everywhere but your head. Really has no idea what's coming, he thought.

A few days had passed before James would even travel below your navel again. You didn't know why he wasn't touching you nearly as often as he used to. Is the surprise a cold shoulder? One night, after James had finished with the dishes, and you had dusted throughout the house, he finally spoke up.

"Come sit with me for a second."

"Is this about why you've been ignoring me?"

"Well, yes. You really wanna know what I was thinking about a few nights ago?"

You fiddled with your hands in your lap.

"Of course! We haven't fucked for the majority of the week! Obviously, somethings up."

"Well, do you remember when you came back from the concert with me? And we were sitting on the porch?"

"Yeah?"

"When you sat down, you noticed my knife. You begged for me to use it on you."

"Oh." You thought that you had crossed a line. Maybe he had something in his past with knives, and you had overstepped.

"I just wanted to make sure you want it."

You looked up in surprise, finding him fiddling with his rings.

"Y'know, those scars don't go away easy."

"I thought you were dumping me... for having a knife kink."

He leaned forward, and grinned slightly.

"No, no. I am not dumping you. Never will, in fact. I mean it when it when I say you're mine. Forever."

You felt tears at the corners of your eyes as you processed his words.

"You...mean it?"

"Oh, of course I do. Which is why I've never used my knife on you. I wanted to make sure that you wanted me to cut you. Like I said before, scars are scars. They won't go away for a long time, and I just wanted to make sure that you would like them."

He finally wanted to use his knife on you. And the fact that he planned on being with you, not just as a casual thing, but being with you. You looped your arms around his neck as you let his speech soak in. No one had given themselves to you like this, and it felt euphoric that you finally had someone with as deep a connection to you as you did to them. He rubbed your back, holding your head on his shoulder. You could feel his hand nearly encasing your entire scalp, which did nothing but arouse you. You unraveled yourself from him but found your hair to be locked in a tight grip. He yanked your hair down, so that your neck was now exposed entirely to him. He ran his teeth over your throat, licking where it started to curve towards your chin. You gasped and gripped onto his shoulders as the hand that was massaging your back had snuck around to your front and began kneading your breast. You involuntarily ground down onto his lap, trying to get some relief. The hand holding your hair came down on your ass. You gasped, letting out a moan. He ran his teeth over your throat again, but this time deeper. He never broke skin, but he made sure to let you know that he could. He went back to toying with your breast, pinching and rolling the nipple through your shirt. Your clit felt like it was about to explode; it pounded harder than it ever had. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as he leaned down to suck at your nipple. He had told you a while ago that he was exploring a potential lactation kink, which had turned you on to no end. You had always had smaller breasts, but you knew that regular feeding could enlarge them, which had made you that much hotter to yourself.

"James..." you moaned, "I don't think I can."

He let go of your nipple with a soft pop.

"What do you mean?"

"I've read that it can take hours for someone who hasn't given birth to actually produce anything."

"Well, do you have plans? 'Cause I sure as hell don't. Just this."

He returned to your puffy nipple, determined to get even the tiniest bit out of you. Hey, progress is progress.

Your hands roamed through his silvery hair, digging into his scalp whenever he would graze his teeth over the soft skin. You felt his rough hand slide over your breastbone; he was kneading the flesh. After what felt like only a few minutes, you felt a new, strange sensation. You went numb for a few seconds, but your nipple started to mildly tingle. You looked down to see the tiniest bit of white at the corner of his mouth. You nearly moaned at the sight of him. You messed with his hair as he continued. After a few minutes, he pulled away, continuing to rub your nipple with his thumb, soaking it in milk.

"Baby..." he breathed.

He leaned to kiss you, and you whimpered at the taste of yourself on his tongue. He pulled away, trailing back down to your breast. He sucked a hickey just to the right of your areola before continuing to milk you. You could hear him swallow every few seconds. It was only after your nipple was nearly sore that you noticed his hard-on. You didn't know how you had managed to ignore it for all this time; you were sitting right on top of him.

"Please...can I touch you?"

After a few seconds, he broke away and licked the overflow from his lips.

"As long as you be nice."

You reached your hand down, trailing your fingers along his tummy before resting your hand on his bulge. He moaned as you traced him through the denim, the vibrations sending chills down your spine. He pulled away so you could get off him, giving you easier access. He gasped through bared teeth as you unbuttoned his pants, relieving the pressure. You licked a narrow stripe from the base to the tip, licking up the precum that had gathered there. You licked the head once more before taking him in your mouth, not daring to bottom out on the first try. You worked your way down, pulling off and going deeper each time. He moaned as you brought a hand up to massage his sac. You snuck your fingers down just a half-inch lower, stroking his perineum.

"Fuck!" he yelled, pulling your hair.

"What the hell did I tell you?"

"To be nice," you said with a grin.

"Getting so close to my ass isn't exactly nice, is it?"

"I wouldn't be complaining."

"Yeah, we'll see how long you hold up."

He shoved his cock back into your mouth, groaning as you choked around him, your throat constricting.

"I'm gonna cum... Fuck! You want my cum in your pretty little mouth?"

You nodded as best you could, before picking up your pace, eager to have him fill you. He came as you bottomed out against him, swallowing as your nose touched his pelvis.

"Shit! Pretty mouths all filled up. Fuck, take it!"

He thrusted, earning him a loud gag from you as you choked on his cum. You swallowed again and again, draining him. He didn't stop until he could see his release dripping from the corners of your lips.

"Open."

You revealed your mouthful of cum to him, sticking out your tongue, letting some drip off the tip.

"Swallow."

It took a minute, but you managed to swallow all of it, licking your lips to get every last ounce. You opened your mouth again, showing him.

"That's my good girl."

You slumped against him, still lightheaded from his facefucking.

"Go get on the bed."

You walked excitedly back to his room. You had no idea what lie ahead, but you would embrace it with open arms. You laid down on the bed, feeling your shirt absorb what was leaking from your nipple. James came in after a few minutes, and you noticed the gleaming knife in his left hand. He crawled on the bed. He was on his hand and knees above you, tracing your hips with the point. You squealed as you felt the cold metal move along your waist.

"Now, you're going to do what I say, when I say it. Got it baby?"

"Mhm" you whined.

"Good girl."

You gasped as he sliced your shirt down the middle. The limp fabric was pulled back by his free hand, revealing your glistening breasts. Drops of white floated down your areola and onto your breastbone. He then sliced the arm of the shirt and stuffed it into your mouth.

"All mine, aren't you?"

You nodded, terrified. He was looking at you with a manic glare. You were terrified, and you loved it. He tossed the knife to the slide before sliding your leggings down your legs, tossing the pants to a corner. He picked up the knife again, trailing from your kneecap to the side of your panties. He flipped the knife around on your skin, cleanly slicing the lace. He took them in his hand, bringing them up to his nose before licking them right where your wetness had accumulated. He then gathered your wrists and tied the fabric around them.

"I know you like to get handsy, but if you're good, maybe I'll take these off early."

He tied a small bow before pushing you back against the headboard, so you were sitting up. He stood, walking over to the mirror directly in front of the bed. He smiled, then walked over to you, pulling your gag out.

"Such a pretty girl, huh? Who's girl are you?"

He took your jaw in his hand, forcing you to look at your reflection.

"I'm yours. All yours."

He smiled and leaned back, and you took the opportunity to look at yourself again. A hand came towards your cheek; first numbness, then pain. You tried to lean back before it could land, but you forgot that you were against a headboard. You could feel your cheek throb. You brought your hands up to it to try and soothe the pain, but your hands were met with his own. He grabbed your wrists and set them on your lap, before kissing the impact point. As he pulled away, you felt the very tip of his tongue stroke the already-visible bruise. He put your gag back in, tracing your bottom lip as he spoke.

"And don't you forget it."

You watched him walk to the front of the bed and strip. First his shoes, then his shirt, his pants, his socks, and finally his underwear. He was fully hard again, painfully hard. He gasped as the cold air hit his length. His cock was a combination of purple and red, and his balls looked excruciatingly tight. The tip was engorged, his slit leaking precum on the carpet. He crawled back on the bed, so that he was eye level with you. He kissed your cheek, his eyes almost apologetic. He slid himself back so that he was eye level with your heat. You were dripping onto the bedsheets, and your hole was clenching around nothing. He traced your labia with his pointer finger, teasing you. You moaned around the gag, tilting your hips forward. He smirked before slipping his finger into your hole. You whined as you fluttered around him.

"Who are you all wet for?"

"You!" you mumbled around the fabric. He inserted his middle and pointer in one sharp thrust, making you roll your eyes back. Every time he would pull them out, he would rub against the top of your hole, making you see stars. He darted his tongue out to wet his lips before latching onto your clit. You nearly screamed as he swiped his tongue over your clit while sucking on it. You came in no time flat. You convulsed on the bed as you released, screaming around the gag. He pulled himself over you, staring into your eyes as you recovered.

"All fucked out and I haven't even put my cock in you."

You watched him with misty eyes. He brought his hand down to his throbbing length and gave himself a few small pumps. He let out a groan and set his cock along your folds. He thrusted a few times, stimulating your oversensitive clit.

"You're gonna fuckn' kill me, y'know that?"

You giggled at his remark. He smirked at you before pulling back, and carefully inserting the head. The girth was almost too much. You could practically feel every vein running along the underside. He throbbed inside of you. You clenched at the feeling, earning you a gasp from him. He wore a look of rage before slapping the side of your breast, watching the skin ripple as you writhed beneath him. He picked up the blade and ran it down your chest, stopping at your navel. The knife left goosebumps in its wake. He lifted it and traced your left areola before trailing it to your throat, pressing.

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do this. Ever since we spoke for the first time, I knew I would fuck the light outta you while holding a knife to your gorgeous skin. Marking you as mine, with my cum and my blade. All mine."

He bottomed out on the first thrust, hitting your g-spot. You groaned at the contrast of the cool knife and his hot cock. You had acquired a thin sheen of sweat, both from premature exhaustion and fear. He began to ram into you, not caring if it hurt. You arched your back, pushing your chest closer to James'. He caught the stray drops of milk falling down your breast and quickened his pace. He had an iron grip on your waist, surely leaving a bruise. He hit your spot every single time, making sure to grind against your clit when he bottomed out. It felt like only a few minutes before you came again. He groaned as he neared his own sweet release, spurred on by your constricting hole and wanton moans. You stared at him through hooded eyes, almost communicating telepathically. He used his knife hand to pull your shirt arm out, soggy and damp with your spit.

"Unh...uh fuck! Jamie, Jamie please! Fuck I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

You stopped midsentence as your eyes rolled back in your head. You convulsed wildly before squirting, soaking his abdomen and thighs. He came just by the sight alone. You weren't even coherent, just blubbering about how he felt so good. You clenched impossibly tighter around him, milking his balls of every last drop. You felt his cum fill your pained hole, felt him bottom out for the last time, grinding against your pelvis, making sure that he had made you give everything. You nearly blacked out. It took your entire being to stay conscious.

He took the knife from your throat before untying your hands. He whispered praises as he rubbed your sore wrists. He carefully pulled out, peppering kisses along your neck.

"I need you to do one more thing for me, sweet girl."

You were positioned at the edge of the bed, facing the mirror, with your back to his chest. You were sitting on his lap, his cock stretching your ass. When watching him stroke himself with lube, you ahd inquired as to why.

"You said you wouldn't complain. Breaking promises, now are we?"

You had refused, letting him penetrate your ass.

You held a vibrator to your clit, sobbing as the overstimulation consumed you. His arm was wrapped around the underside of your thighs, holding your thighs to your chest, your pussy on display. You could barely look in the mirror, your head not capable of rising that far. He was ghosting the blade along the underside of your thighs, deciding which one to cut. He eventually settled on your right one. Before he got to work, he held your head up with his left hand; he knew you couldn't do it on your own. You watched as he dug the blade into your skin. You moaned as you saw the blood drip thickly down your thigh. His eyes were fiery, his demeanor focused. You nearly screamed as he finished the curve on the J. He gave you some time to adjust before moving on to the H. He made slow, deep cuts, sure to leave scars. You had cum twice more with the vibrator, your cum and blood mixing on the towel beneath you. He ran his finger under the J, collecting as much blood as he could. He brought it up to his mouth and nearly came when he tasted you. Metallic and dark. Red and bitter. His favorite. He adjusted you so that you were farther back on the bed, giving him room to lay down. He lapped at your wounds, digging his tongue in slightly. He moaned as he cleaned you, awaiting the future, able to fuck you, able to spank you on his mark, able to remind you just who your holes belong to, who you belong to.

After he had applied a square bandage to your thigh, you sat with him in between his legs. His head rested on your shoulder as your arms crossed in front of you, holding his hands. UFO blared in the background, although neither of you cared much. You only cared about being with each other. That was all that mattered.

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