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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months

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Unexpected 55

Warnings: non/dubcon, child endangerment, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, Andy is nasty in this, violence, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You've done this before. Waiting out a man. Biding your time. Before, you didn't realise it. You just did it.

With Colin, you just went through the motions, waiting for something, anything to change. With Lloyd, it was waiting for the next combustion, the final one that would send it all spiraling.

Now, you're just waiting on yourself. Because now you know it's up to you. It always has been. You were just too stupid, lazy, and blind to see it.

So you do what you have to. That's nothing new. That's the easy part. Luna is the only one keeping you going and you know, you're the only one to keep her going.

When she cries, you go to her. You're no longer play the part, distracting yourself with your own motherhood, trying to get through the day. No, you want to be there for her, you want to comfort her. And in turn, as small and innocent as she is, she does the same for you.

And when Andy needs you, you bite down and get through it. Another familiarity. When he touches you, when he kisses you, when he says those disgusting things. Clawing, pawing at your chest, sucking and biting at your body like and animal, rutting with desperation until he's breathless. He thinks the noises you make are just as delighted as his own. You let him believe it, just like you let him believe this little makeshift domesticity is real.

Until the moment comes. Until you will keep that promise to yourself. To her.

You sit in the rocking chair, Luna on your chest, peaceful in his absence. You don't know why he left, you're just happy he did. It's a moment to rest, for you and your daughter.

She's getting bigger. Four or five months now, you think. Things change so fast yet move so slow.

As you let your eyes close, there's a thump at the door. The locks grinds back noisily as the baby stirs against you. You huff and try to get her to fall back asleep as Andy enters. He leaves more often these days but not for very long

"Shhh, she's asleep," you warn him, watching her eyes slit, she's almost there.

He shoots you a look as you peer up at him but doesn't say anything. You tisk. You know what he wants. You stand carefully and take Luna to her crib as you hear him pacing around behind you.

"I don't what I'd do if I didn't have you, honey," he rambles, "I just... the world's a crazy place."

He's telling you, you hide your disgust at his lack of self-awareness as you lay Luna down.

"It's going to be okay though, we're going to be okay," he rants on as you face him. He has his shirt halfway up his torso, "aren't we?"

"Sure," you answer.

"I just..." he rips his shirt over his head, "I need you so bad right now."

You nod and come forward, forcing a curve to your lips. He's as easy as any other man, just a little less stable. It's funny to think so when you have Lloyd to compare. You put your hands on his chest as you approach him. You caress him, feeling the soft hair beneath your fingertips as the tension uncoils from his shoulders. He puts his hands on your hips and steps closer.

"Are you full?" He asks.

You look at him, he's staring at your chest. Your stomach churns. Your tits are close to ready, just in time for Luna to wake, but he only cares about himself. You don't answer as he feels along the belt of the robe and unknots it. He pushes it open and dips his head down, kissing your chest as he growls.

He angles you towards the bed. You zone out as you let him and fall back beneath him. He puts his lips around your nipple and you cry out as he sucks. You hate that feeling, you hate the noises he makes, moaning like a pathetic little beast. He squeezes your tit as he keeps his mouth sealed around the bud. You grit your teeth and focus on breathing.

He shifts to put his knees between yours, pushing them apart so you're open to him. Without lifting his head, he picks at the front of his jeans, shimmying them down as his need builds. He dribbles down your chest as he parts and sits up on his knees. He pulls your legs over his and strokes himself, pressing his tip to your cunt impatiently.

You're dry as he rams insides. He grunts and holds himself deep, the tendons in his neck taut as he grips your hip, his other hand groping your chest meanly. He ruts, slamming into you as hard as he can. There's no precursor left. He doesn't pretend. He takes what he wants and you don't stop him. He accepts your complacency as love.

The bed shakes, the frame hitting the wall, bang, bang, bang. The noise hammers away at your soul and the silence. You hear Luna murmur, babbling as she awakens. She doesn't cry even as you want to. She's just a baby. She shouldn't be here. He shouldn't do this with her right there. Only the bars of a crib to protect her.

You put your hand on his wrist and the other on his stomach. You need him to be done.

"That's it," you growl through your teeth, "harder."

He obeys easily. You swallow down your whimpers as his hips crack against you. He's almost there. You can feel it.

"Come on, honey, give me it," you squeeze his wrist tighter and grunt.

"Oh yeah, you want it," he growls, "you want me to give you another baby?"

You can't help but choke. He doesn't notice as he dips his hips into you, looking down to watch his motion. You curl your lips in repulsion. Just get it over with.

"Yes," you gulp out, "yes, give me... your baby."

Your mouth is bitter as bile rises in your throat. He groans, louder and louder, and falls over you, his hips rolling frantically as he chases his release. He buries his face in your neck.

"You wanna be a mommy again," he rasps, "be a good mommy, mmm--"

He grunts and snaps his pelvis, once, twice, three times, then quakes as you feel him spill into you. You hold your breath as your eyes tinge. He slides his arms around you, inside the open robe as he pants. He clings to you, pushing himself as deep as he can get.

"I can't wait to be a daddy," he purrs.

"Mhmm," you rub his shoulders, "I know, honey."

He doesn't move, even as Luna begins to fuss. Your chest begins to thrum as she cries and you pat Andy.

"Please, she needs to eat."

"Mmmm," he drags a hand up as he leans on one elbow, fondling your tit again, "I want a little more."

"Andy, honey, please," you plead, "she won't have much."

He snarls and pouts as Luna cries loudly. He jams himself into you so you whimper and slides out roughly. He bounces off of you and sits at the end of the bed. He stretches his neck and flicks you away with his fingers.

"Fine, go ahead," he sneers, "but after, you can get on your knees and give me a suck."

You shudder and sit up. You glare at the back of his head. You could bash it in but you know you're not strong enough.

"Yes, honey," you turn your legs over the side of the bed and stand. You try not to wretch as a gush flows down your thigh.

You close your robe and tie the belt, crossing to the crib as Luna wails. Your hands linger on the thick belt. You pull them away before your thoughts can stray. You take Luna out of the crib and put her to feed. Andy stands and strips off his jeans and briefs.

You walk around as you feed Luna, when she calms, you cover your chest again and keep her in your arms. Andy huffs as he plays with himself in the bed. His impatience strikes another flash of anger in you. The belt of the robe cinches you tightly as you shift your daughter in your arms. You whisper to her and lay her down again, handing her one of her crinkle toys.

You back away and pull the curtain across the space between the bed and her little nursery. You turn to Andy and shake away your agitation. You put a knee up on the bed and lick your lips.

"My turn?" You ask as you crawl over to him, grabbing his half-flaccid dick.

He nods excitedly and you feel him twitch in your grasp. You move between his legs and tease him, hovering your lips just above his tip. You look up at him with a smirk. You're done waiting.

🍑

This, you haven't done before.

You sit against the bedframe in the dark. It's quiet and still. Eerie even.

It is the isolation, it's not the prison cell built to look like a home, no it's what needs to be done. What you're going to do.

Luna sleeps soundly in her crib, only just dozing after another bout of frustration. And beside you, another infantile creature, snoring to his content. The taste of his salty flesh sickening on your tongue.

You inhale deeply and let it out as you feel along the fabric of your terry robe. Slowly you tug the belt from the loops, inch by inch. Your chest coils tightly as it comes free and you hold the lax fabric in your hands. You stare at it in the small glow of the nightlight plugged in only a few feet from the bed.

You're jittery as you wind each end around your hands, yet numb as you push away all your thoughts. This isn't a time for doubt. You're done letting that hold you back. You pull the belt taught between your hands. It's innocuous at first glance, probably why he never even thought to remove it from the robe. To him, it was a simple knot he pulled to get what he wanted. To you, it's freedom.

You glance over at him, his shoulders broad, moving slightly with each breath. You pull the belt to full tension. You have one chance, you have to make it count. For more than yourself.

You get on your knees and edge towards his back. You raise your hands and hover them over him, shaking as you build the nerve. This isn't just as simple as tying your shoes, this is... life and death. Yours, his, Luna's.

You swoop the belt down and pull it tight around his neck. He grunts and twitches away. You quickly knee him onto his stomach and straddle his back, bringing your weight down on him.

You twist the belt around itself and pull, pull, pull. He chokes and spasms, pushing himself up. You can't stop him, he's too strong. You hook your legs around him instead, staying latched on as he gasp and claws at his neck.

He falls onto you, knocking the air out of you, but you don't stop. The heat flowing through you keeps you fighting. He rocks atop of you, writhing and kicking, reaching back blindly as he scratches down your face. You won't let go. You can't. You've come this far there's no going back.

It goes on for what feels like eternity. He just won't stop. You twist the belt tighter and tighter, the gagging battle for his life souring your stomach. Then he's still. All once, it's over and he lays limp atop you. You don't loosen the belt until you're certain he's entirely still.

You drag yourself from under him, watching him as you think he might come to life at any moment. He doesn't move. Is he dead? Did you do it?

Even if he isn't, it's a chance. This is your escape. This is it.

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kaylinelizabeth4004 · 8 months

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Young and Beautiful

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) x Reader

Synopsis: DS Y/N Warner uses DI Alec Hardy’s flat for some late night work

Word Count: 4890

Tags: fem!reader, fluff, smut, praise, sweet, very sweet smut, if your name is Becca look away

She didn't even bother to knock, not knowing or caring if he was in, she just slid open his sliding glass door and let herself inside. Then she plopped the case files on his sofa, pushed his coffee table to the side, and laid them all out in front of in her. He'd come round about an hour later, when all the papers lie in their own stacks across his rug, Y/N in the middle eating a slice of toast with a wild look in her eyes.

"Warner, what're you doing here?"

"There's something we're missing, there has to be, and I'm so close to it!" She said, her baby hairs frizzing wildly as her hair came loose from her ponytail. She either didn't care or didn't notice as she stood up, a paper in hand. DI Alec Hardy stood in his own doorway, flabbergasted to his DS rambling in his room at half past 4am. "I think it has to do with Aaron, it's got to be. His alibi doesn't make sense, he won't tell us where he was, and he knew Sophia well enough. At least more than some of the other persons of interest. I've tracked down the local cab company and one of the drivers says he remembers giving a bloke a ride late that night, said the lad was proper out of breath and not exactly chatty. I've already got him lined up to come in tomorrow for more information. As for the trace amounts of DNA in the victims mouth we don't have a match yet but the lab did say it wasn't as disintegrated as they'd initially thought which gives me hope! I've got -"

"Warner!" Hardy shouted, interrupting her speech. "What the hell are you doing in my house half past 4?"

She gestured around her as though it should be obvious, "working."

"And you can't do that at your own flat?"

She giggled, and continued to ramble. When she was really tired, like proper one second away from passing out tired, like she was now, she couldn't shut up. It didn't matter if the person she was talking to didn't want to hear it or wasn't listening or couldn't hear it - having a deaf cousin worked to her favor in these instances - she would continue to prattle on about what she needed to, "no. My roommate's got her boyfriend over and they were proper loud. Could practically hear the bed rattling, and it wasn't doing me any good. You don't sleep anyway so I figured I could use the space to lay it out. I didn't think you'd not be home. Why're you dressed nice? Did you come from a date? Is that what this is? Is there some woman waiting outside?"

"No!" DI Hardy looked halfway offended at the suggestion. "I've just got back from work. Was gonna make a cuppa then keep going til you showed up."

She squealed and went for something on the floor, lifting it up then crawling to a different paper,"I take two sugars."

"I know your bloody order. Shouldn't you go and sleep?"

She waved a hand, "I'll sleep when I'm dead. What I really need is for the world to be open 24/7. If I could only call this bloke right now and half my questions could be answered. You know my order? That's sweet."

He scoffed, "it's not unique. Warner, when was the last time you slept?"

"Uhh, I slept a few hours on Tuesday. Why do you look all high and mighty? You don't sleep either, don't eat. You're practically a miserable little skeleton carting your life way through life."

"I am not -" he stopped taking. Partially because she hadn't stopped either, continuing to chatter about whatever her heart desired. And partly because he didn't know if he was going to refute the miserable part, the little part, or the skeleton part. Or if he even could refute it. He snorted, well he wasn't little. He was over 6 foot. And he could eat more, he knew that. But he often forgot about food until he had to.

"I know a fellow who took nine sugars. Can you imagine that! Nine sugars! You're drinking piss flavored juice at that point. Pardon mh French, sir. He was very strange... called himself Witchfinder as though you couldn't search on the web magic shops. Maybe we should start calling ourselves Crimefinders. Criminalfinders? That doesn't roll off the tongue, now does it?"

DI Hardy realized Y/N wasn't going to answer any of his questions in this state, so he shuffled over to the kitchen to make some tea. He took his coat off, tossing it on whatever available counter space there was with a yawn. He wanted to sleep, knew he probably had to, but he'd probably dream of something he didn't want to dream about. Lately it'd been odd mental pictures of his coworkers all hurt, Y/N choked, Ellie crying, hell even Brian made the scene with a glazed look in his eyes. He didn't know why he had these thoughts, he'd never considered himself a particularly caring individual over his coworkers. But it had haunted him off from sleep for the foreseeable future.

He made two cups of tea, disposing two sugars into Warner's as she said. Then he walked back over to his living room and sat down, elbows on his knees as he scanned her work.

"Thank you!" She said, grabbing her mug and take a large gulp of it. "What do you think of this, sir? He doesn't strike me right. Can't place it."

"The name is familiar," Hardy admitted. He went to his laptop and started typing away, trying to place the name. "Ah, he's been arrested for aggravated assault. Both charges dropped, looks like some brawls in the pubs."

"I s'pose that doesn't suggest he murdered a girl."

"Doesn't rule him out either, if he's willing to punch a stranger in a pub what would he do to someone he knows?"

She giggled and scrambled for her pencil, "I should write that down for my novel!"

"You're writing a novel?"

"Mmhmm, started it tonight. 'Adventures of Harner and Wardy.'"

Alec set his mug down, and took hers from her hand as well. "Alright, time for bed now."

"What? No! I've got more novel to write and crime to solve! We've not even started discussing the potential that Louise is lying about her husband's alibi. I mean really? She says he binged Big Bang Theory with her all night and I'm all for binging telly but of all the shows you choose that one? The laugh track is funnier than the actual show half the time - is this your bedroom?"

Hardy had helped Y/N to her feet and led her to his bedroom in the back. She was still rambling about the most irrelevant things when he guided her to sit on the edge of his bed. He didn't often make it, so he was glad to note that it was done up well. Warner hadn't slept in almost a full 48 hours and he knew that even with a brain as sharp as hers, it was dull as Katie's without sleep. He got on his knees before her, carefully untying her shoes and sliding them off her feet. He put them by the door and helped her out of her coat jacket.

"What're you doing?" She finally asked as he hung the jacket on the back of the door. "Are you hitting on me?"

"What? I -"

"Because if you are hitting on me that's totally okay, but I should warn you I'm getting sleepy so I might not be the best lay. But you are proper good looking so I wouldn't say no." She made a face, "my boss wouldn't like that would he? Noooo, can't call someone proper good looking. I'm not trying to be a knob, just communicating that you've got no problems in the looks department. None, like ever. Personality maybe but you took my shoes off for me so that gets you at least a few brownie points."

Alec felt like he was malfunctioning, his arm stuck out, frozen midair from her words. She just called him attractive. And not just good looking, but good looking enough she'd want to sleep with him! He'd never been used to such straight forward compliments and didn't quite know if he believed it. So he just worked on autopilot, helping tuck her into bed.

"Go to sleep, Warner." He flicked off the lights and closed the door. What the hell. What the hell. Alec blinked rapidly like that would make any of what just happened make any sense at all.

He stood awkwardly outside the door of the bedroom. Should he - is he- what's the proper procedure with this? He should know, he was married once, had enough sex to have a child! But it seemed all that knowledge left the moment Claire stole back the pendant, fizzling his marriage, his life, his career. Now he was left taking uneven breaths as the sun crept up, an employee who's attracted to him sleeping in his bed after 40+ hours of not sleeping.

He found himself back at his laptop, slowly typing out what to do when someone admits to fancying you. But the results were not his thing, videos of very forward men and women moving very quickly into other actions. Alec was not opposed to the action, sex. But he couldn't fathom how to get there. So he sat in his kitchen drinking old tea, and staring at his door.

An hour later he crept in to grab a different tie for work, and saw Y/N completely passed out. She was curled in a ball, cradling his pillow and lightly snoring. She looked content. It made him smile against his better judgment. He left her in there, scribbling a note on a piece of paper he taped to the bedroom door before he left for the station.

Y/N Warner woke up nearly 12 hours later. It was practically dark when she opened her eyes. She blinked away the sleep that threatened to creep in around the corners of her eyes, and propped herself up on her elbows to survey the scene around her. She didn't recognize the room she was in, blank walls and bland sheets. There was no personality to it. For a moment, she wondered if she'd gotten a hotel room and just had no memory of it.

Then she smelt a familiar, faint scent. She couldn't place it or really describe it other than she liked it, it was warm. Stupidly, she let her face fall into the pillow to inhale the scent. Oh my god.

She shot up quickly, realizing where she was. The memories of last night flooded her mind.

"Shit, shit, shit." A hand flew to her brow as she tried to process. She'd come here to work because her roommate was fucking her boyfriend into the oblivion. DI Hardy came back, made her a cuppa. She wouldn't shut up, kept rambling about the Big Bang Theory (why?) and Witchfinders (how?) before he guided her here. Then she - "no." She said audibly, she did not make a pass at DI Hardy in his bed, late at night and practically drunk on exhaustion. Her eyes flit around the room before landing on the one piece of decoration, a framed photo of Hardy and Daisy, his daughter. "No." She said again, as though it could stop her ramblings.

Y/N rushed out of the bed, scrambling to find her shoes before she saw them neatly lying next to the door. She was usually very professional, if not a little eccentric. But no one could fault you for being a lot when you were good at your job and solved cases. She brought justice to people, she knew she did. And she might have risked it all because she worked herself too far and hit on her boss. Regardless of how stupid attractive he was, that was still work place harassment.

She shoved her shoes on, forced her arms into the holes of her suit jacket and ambled out into his living space. There were papers everywhere. They covered the floor like a new rug, slouched over the chairs and clung to the walls by hall dead pieces of tape. She looked for her mobile, patting her pockets. Shit, she must have left it in the bedroom. When she turned she spotted a note on the door.

'At the office. Feel free to not come in.'

Oh she was dead. She'd lost her job forever, she would never work again. This stupid blasted career she'd worked so hard on gone.

She ran back and found her mobile among the sheets, shoved it into her pocket and ran to leave the home. Then DI Hardy stood awkwardly at the front door, bags of Chinese hanging from his hands and a weird not grimace not smile expression. He didn't look pleased to see her, but he didn't want to kill her. Good news, right?

"Sir, I am so sorry about last night-"

"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand, coming in to set the food on the counter. He got a lot of it.

"No, I can't not worry about it. I came into your home, made a mess, took your bed and propositioned you-"

"Warner, we've arrested a man for the murder of Sophia Garcia. It was Aaron Baker, his dad's golf clubs, just like you'd said."

Her mouth fell open, "shit, really?"

Alec gestured to the mess of papers while he spoke, "you'd mentioned something about the cabbie last night. When I went in I gave them a ring, and while there was a driver who picked up a grumpy lad it wasn't Aaron. Sounds like a Christie book but it was his twin. Aaron was cross town cleaning up the scene."

"Not good enough," Y/N said softly.

Alec nodded, "not good enough."

"I'm sorry, sir." She said again, her voice still quiet and meek.

He didn't answer her, just stared for a beat before gesturing to the food, "I didn't know what you liked so I bought two of everything."

"All this is for me?"

"You solved the case, Warner."

She shook her head, "I ... you let me sleep in your bed? I ransacked your house, I propositioned you, and you let me sleep and brought me food?"

Alec scratched the back of his neck. He did not like how often Y/N asked questions. It stressed him out, like he had to have an immediate answer to every single one when he figured his actions spoke. But she looked so confused. He just gestured to the food and went to grab plates.

She sat down in surprise, blinking quickly as she watched him come over. "Just a, uh, an egg roll and cho mein please."

He nodded and shoved two of both onto her plate before giving it to her. He didn't put anything on his plate. Y/N sighed and scraped off half of hers onto his.

"Eat, sir. Please."

He blinked, "wot?"

"I've known you for years and never seen you eat. Just eat the egg roll."

He stared at the greasy food. He can't eat that, he thought and was about to say as much when she shot him a dirty look. Tentatively, Alec took a bite of it. He cringed, he didn't quite love the taste but Y/N seemed pleased he was eating so he finished it off just for her.

When they both finished he cleaned up, and she stayed seated. Then he moved past her to the bedroom, undoing his tie and tossing it, along with his jacket, onto a chair in the corner. He started to roll his sleeves up round his elbows when Y/N waited by the door.

"Thank you, sir."

"No need-"

"Let me. Thank you, sir. For the food and the sleep and, uh, well thank you for everything."

"Of course, Warner. I take care of my people." Not typically this much care, but he didn't want to make her feel bad. He focused on sliding off his shoes, shoving them out of his sight.

Alec jumped - well, Alec never really jumped just blinked harshly and cocked the one eyebrow - in surprise. Y/N was now closer to him, her chest heaving as she stared up at him. She was shorter than he remembered.

"I-If I may, sir?" She asked, lifting a hand.

He had a feeling he knew what she was asking, but didn't know for certain. But all the same he nodded. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned in, going onto her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He hadn't been kissed in a long time, and the surprise of her initiating it made him stand there and accept her soft lips against his. When she broke, he could see the fear in her eyes as though she had done something wrong. Alec hadn't kissed in a while, and he felt the anxiety creep in that he didn't remember how. But the look in her eyes made it worth the fear.

He plunged forward, grabbing the back of her neck gently while his other hand came to cradle her jaw. Her skin was soft under his touch, melting as he held her. Y/N's hands came up to hold his jaw, scruffy and itchy in the most delightful way. Her mouth melded with his as his tongue licked along her bottom lip.

She cherished the way his jaw scratched against hers slightly, sighing when he broke to trail soft kisses down her jaw and the length of her neck. The scratch was enough to make her giggle like a schoolgirl, holding his shoulders. He shot back up, hair slightly wild but nothing compared to his eyes as he looked into hers deeply. He needed to be absolutely certain. There was no time for messing about and hurting anyone.

She smiled. He was so handsome to her, but in an understated way. She took the moment to run a finger on his sculpted jawline, along his freckled cheeks and down his crooked nose. No, not everyone might look at those features and call it handsome. But to her, he was everything. Smart, kind, and good-looking as sin. Her finger fell upon his lips, slightly open and let out harsh breaths as he searched her eyes desperately. Alec always wished he could read expressions better, he was terrified he'd make the wrong decision somewhere down the line.

But Y/N smiled, and nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his nose before taking a step back. Then she toed off her own shoes, shucked off her own jacket, and began to undress.

He followed her lead, removing his shirt and pants. Eventually, they both stood in front of one another naked. Y/N felt that pang of anxiety in her chest at being bare in front of a man. She'd made it very clear to Alec that she found him to be hotter than hell, but did he feel that way about her? She wasn't ugly, she knew that, but she wasn't a showstopper.

And yes, she could see the surprisingly length of him hardening before him. But didn't every man get hard when sex was on the table?

Alec came forward and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her forward as his eyes took in every inch of her. He ran a hand along her stomach - an insecure area for her - and up between her breasts, before settling it on the base of her neck. The simple action left her breathless.

His eyes were still on her body before he brought them up to hers. She was struck by how deep his were, how warm and brown, they seemed to go on forever.

"Look at you," he said hoarsely, his accent suddenly get thicker. "You're gorgeous."

"You think so?" She felt stupid asking it. She should be confident, she should pose seductively and tell him to strap in the way girls do on the telly. But this felt real and raw, and raw didn't shy away from the insecurities. Insecurities laced with cellulite and hair, parts that feel too pudgy there and too concave there. Never quite where it needs to be, never "ugly" enough for the world to tell you you have a right to complain.

"'Course. 'Course, look at you. You think I'm g-good too?" He asked back.

Y/N smiled, "thank you for saying that, most men don't."

"Don't they?" Alec asked in surprise, figuring that was just a part of the experience.

She shook her head and let her gaze trace along his body as well. He was lean and tall, with thin legs and arms wrapped in gentle muscle. His stomach was slightly pouchy and soft, beneath it his length was already hard at the sight of her. She ran a hand up from his stomach to his chest, mimicking his actions, and let it stay on his heart. Beneath her touch it thumped violently. Then she looked up to see his face, her favorite feature. His eyes were warm and gentle even when they didn't mean to be. "All of you is handsome to me, all of you."

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, "you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. And if it isn't too crass to say, I'd fuck every inch of you."

It was too crass to say, and even a little cheesy, but it made her blossom with a smile. She threw her arms around his neck and let herself fall into one of his all encompassing kisses she was starting to like the taste of too much. Alec's lips were firm but not overpowering as they engulfed her, setting a tingle from her toes all the way up to her head in a heady giggle. His hands held onto her waist, grasping the flesh there with a sweet intensity. His lips parted with a deep groan.

She walked backwards to the bed, leading Alec until he was over her. His arms were poised by her head, his neck brought down as he peppered open mouth kisses along her neck. She laughed lightly at his scruffy beard, moaning when his lips found the spot between her neck and shoulder that shot straight through her. Y/N writhed under his touch, heat searing her skin. His hands were everywhere, branding her, skating up her waist to grab a handful of her breast, down her back to cup her bum, and feather like fingers traveling over the top of her thighs to the place in between. She gasped as he ran a finger down her slit.

"So wet..." he murmured, not expecting her to be so aroused by him. He'd barely done anything for her, hadn't touched down there at all. Yet she was slick to the touch, heat and arousal. Alec loved the way her chest flushed, her eyes closed tightly as she savored his touch on her skin.

He ran his fingers down, keeping his touch light as he experimentally nudged around. When he found her clit she gasped, her whole body tensing and focusing on the nerves right there against his finger.

"So responsive," he murmured, starting to work gently against her clit as she took shaking, uneven breaths. Alec went to speak again, then stopped. Tess never liked when he spoke in bed, said it distracted her from her climax. So he'd learned to stay silent and focus on his partner's body, her mouth as she fought her body's reaction to grind violently against his fingers. He kissed her sternum, biting at the flesh gingerly. Despite himself, Alec growled into her as she bucked her hips to meet his ministrations.

"Keep talking," she said in a hoarse voice.

"Wot?" Alec asked, taken aback.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes heady with need, "your voice is hot. If it's okay to ask, please keep talking, sir."

Alec grinned his charming, crooked smile. He bent down to kiss along her stomach as he quickened his pace on his clit, driving her faster to a climax then she was used to. That deep Scottish voice rang our praises, some loud enough that she could hear them and clench her thighs, others murmurs against her flesh that made her head feel light and airy. She giggled at the thought of all the beard rash she'd have along her body from him. All the same he told her how well she was doing, how beautiful she was, how lovely she looked squirming underneath him.

Then, as her back began to arch and she could feel the orgasm just a hair's breadth away, he stilled. Y/N whined. Actually felt herself whine in protest. He chuckled, clearly meaning to edge her, using his large hands to keep her legs wide open.

"A-are you ready?" Alec asked, his usual confidence lost to the arousal he was trying to keep at bay for her. His hands were large and warm, holding onto the space between her hips and thighs with a firm yet gentle touch.

Y/N's eyes gazed down to his cock, hard and ready. It looked about ready to burst, but Alec squeezed her thighs to look up into his eyes. They were warm and kind. Asking for consent even in a position like this. It made her all the more sure of her answer.

She reached up for his face, grabbing his jaw and planting a warm kiss on his mouth as he started to guide himself inside of her. He was slow, letting her gasp and adjust to the length inch by inch until he was fully inside of her. Alec paused. She could feel her heartbeat everywhere, pulsing desperately for friction.

She nodded, kissing Alec again. She'd never had a kiss like that, so strong and comforting. Kisses were never her thing, she hadn't understood the fuss over them. Just two sets of lips pressed against one another, the taste of the day infecting it. But with Alec it was more than the cho mein or egg rolls, and it was more than chapped lips pressed against one another. It was full of desire, trying to communicate all that words couldn't. She drank it in fully, gasping against him as he started to move inside of her.

Alec was bigger than she expected and bigger than he was used to, and she wiggled her hips to the feeling of being stretched so full like that. He cherished the feeling of her gasps and moans, dipping to kiss every inch of skin near him.

"So beautiful, so gorgeous..." he thrusted in quickly this time and saw her body tense from surprise. "You're taking me beautifully, Angel."

Y/N could listen to his voice all day. Even before she realized he was far from an ugly bloke, she fancied the way his voice poured over her in sexy waves. Deep, guttural, it was honest and raw. He didn't lie, he didn't cover it with some pretense to be sexy. Even when his voice would break, small gasps from the sensations breaking up his sentences, she found it all the better.

Alec leaned back, not wanting to stop kissing her not wanting to miss the view. He'd pulled her hips down to the edge of the bed, him standing and her legs spread wide and resting on the small of his back. With a gentle pace that started to grow more desperate he thrust into her, watching her body flush and squirm beneath him. Y/N threw her arms up, arching her back to take him deeper. Alec was enamored with the way her breasts bounced with each thrust.

"So fucking beautiful," he grumbled, snaking a hand down to stroke her clit. He could feel that he wasn't going to last as long as he would have liked, but by the way Y/N let out little moans by his feather light touch, he figured she didn't mind all that much.

Y/N was in her own world, feeling his voice slide off her skin like oil as she chased her high. His denial of her orgasm earlier made this one all the more powerful. It seemed to slam into her, causing her to gasp wildly as Alec kept firm ministrations on her clit. Then he too reached his climax, grunting in a low voice before pouring out in a shocking spurt.

Then he pulled out, falling beside her as they both gasped for breath. Y/N quickly ambled out of the bed and used the restroom before she came back in, feeling like her limbs were absolute jelly. Alec brought her back to the bed, laying next to her. His hand held hers, thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.

"That was incredible," he finally said.

"You could say that again."

"That was incredible." They both paused, turning to look at one another, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

#binging broadchurch #i’m happy the 12 of you who read broadchurch fics will enjoy this #broadchurch fanfiction #alec hardy #alec hardy fanfic #alec hardy x reader #in love with Alec Hardy #he needs love #sad detective boi #fanfiction #David tennant my love but also not sexualizing you cause rude #but I love you and love Alec #broadchurch #god bless Mother Nature for making Becca look away #I’m serious Becca no reading #you know too much about me

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getonite · 4 months

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hiiii! seen a couple of people do this, plus i realized i don't appreciate my mutuals as much as i should. and since the year is ending (literally today), i thought i'd appreciate y'all for a lil bit.

→ if the tagging irritated you, i apologize 🙏🏾. if i missed you, lmk, i was 100% half asleep while making this! (this is actually so embarrassing ngl. but i luv yall 🫶🏾)

(🎧 : avian) → @sensivs

starting off with my pookie with a beautiful (horny) brain. im dead fucking serious i have zero idea how we became mutuals (🧍🏾‍♂️). i just remembering talking to you one day, and the we were having full conversations in dms lmaoo. an emoji ring, helios, an unborn baby (??), and multiple fic ideas...now we're at the end of the year. i really appreciate you and all of your chaotic energy, it made me laugh! and all of your prompts are immaculate (🤌🏽). i await the days you post more fics or drabbles so i can support you the way you have me! :) luv u pooks, i def wanna ramble u more about hcs!

→ (i sound like im about to die omg)

(🎧 : snail/seraph) → @flimsyichigo

again, zero fucking idea when we became mutuals (i don't remember shit). we don't talk too often but i be seein you likeing my horrendously down bad and chaotic thoughts...i appreciate you bro (🙏🏾). i love your fluffy blue lock sruff, and your overall vibes are (yes, through the screen) amazing! thank you for dealing with my bullshit.

→ (as i type this, i realize just how many mutuals i have jeez, (half of which i barely talk to but still))

(🎧 : ame) → @pastelclovds

ameeeee, number 1 ive always loved your writing (iterally giggling and kicking my feet as i press the like button). your themes r so fucking gorgeous omg. we don't talk as often, but i love when we do interact. i hope we can more (im just easily embarrassed).

→ (i sound like a teenager leaving a love letter in a locker. omggggg)

(🎧 : ace ) → @acefantasyy

another person who puts up with my horrendously down bad bullshit takes. i applaude you for dealing with my ass lmaoo. but, on another note, i smile when i see you in my notes (no, i didn't originally mean that 2 b a joke). i really appreciate the reply you made when i went on a little break, thank you! i hope you continue to deal me, and i hope we interact more!

→ (i really gotta start talkin 2 yall more)

(🎧 : riri) → @pynkkgeto

we're friends irl. i don't have 2 say shit 4 u (luv uuu 🫶🏾)

(🎧 : rome) → @satocidal

yet another person who delt with my nonsense lol. you're quite busy, so you won't see this for a second. but thank you for being awesome and making me laugh with your naobito jokes. thank for the reply you left when i was the one going on break. hope all goes well for you!

(🎧 : idk ur name TvT) → @infrunamie

i feel so bad omg. but i wanted to appreciate your writing for a sec. whether its a drabble, headcanons, a fic, or just 100 words, your brain is miraculous when you write cuz it always leads to me wanted more. seriously, i love it. i was actually shocked you followed me, literally looked up to your writing ong (🙏🏾). i love it when you show up in my notes even if it's just a like. thank you for your reply when i went on break, trust, all of them got me through those shitty ass exams! ty!

→ (im sure this isn't what my therapist meant by being outgoing but im gunna do ts anyway)

(🎧 : spirit) → @spiritfrvr

literally the best vibes on earth i swear. your blog is like a fluffy hug omg. and (imo), you kinda bring that over to other blogs. i'd really like to talk to you more and ramble about random shit! :)

(🎧 : arlan) → @asuyaka

your drabbles r so cuuutee! i love them so much omg. especially the taking care of suguru one! i was surprised you liked my writing sm, and i love yours the same! i really appreciate the little reply under the break post and the christmas tree! seeing notifs of u makes me smile!

(🎧 : qi) → @yaekiss

i don't think we've been mutuals for too long, but omg we reeally should speak more!! i loved your message on the christmas tree! i love the vibe and look of your blog omg. i hope we can interact more!

(🎧 : juno) → @arlertdarling

hi junooo! ty for the message on my christmas tree, and i agree! we really should interact more! you seem like a realllly cool person, plus im on my fucking knees for your writing, dead serious. hope we can talk more, i hope you have a great 2024!

→ (srsly, y tf do i sound like im moving far away or smth TvT)

(🎧 : najma) → @honeybleed

ilysm ong. number one, we cousins (😔✊🏾; im joking pls help), number two, your theme was downright gorgeous (still is), number three, your writing it delicious. i haven't had too much time lately, buuut, i love how you post content that isn't completely smut (as a smut blog that fails at angst lol). its nice to get a break and see fluffy or angsty stuff in the tags instead of the same repeated material. you know you what you like and you stand firm in what you say (i need 2 b more like u fr), and your overall vibes are amazing! i love seeing your anime takes omg. i hope we can interact more in 2024!

→ (that kinda rhymed...and unrelated, but im listening to the mean girls soundtrack or 4 hours of sleep writing this)

(🎧 : yoru) → @dilfverz

number one, thank you for the messege on my christmas tree. number two, your so cool (😭). i love your themes and your writing, how you interact with ppl and anons is funny lol. literally look up to your writing ngl. i super appreciate your for explaining genshin impact to me, cuz im definitely not playing that damn game lol. your reblogs and likes in my notes make me wanna cry ngl. thank you for being so cool! (🙏🏾)

→ (am i over using emojis? i am so tired omg)

(🎧 : sy) → @wrizzesley

we just became mutuals like a week ago lmaoo. but i love your writing so much. and your themes?!?! (:O). i know damn well that shit is time consuming and exhausting, i applaud you, i could never lol. but anyway, i hope we can interact more in this new year. i think your really cool!

(🎧 : astro? idk im so sorry) → @astroknottt

i love your writing holy fuck. but other than that, i love it when you reblog my stuff! esp with those little comments, they've given me a bunch of motivation. and seeing you write such toe curling shit, that gives me motivation too! hope we can interact some more in the new year!

→ (pls ignore my silent pleas for help in these notes, but my vision is wonky. i promise im going to sleep in a second)

(🎧 : ) → @naee0

your probably locked out of tumblr again lol. but if you see this, thank you for your chaotic energy! and even if it was one sentence, what you sent on thr break post, i really appreciate it! even if you or me aren't on tumblr much, i hope we can interact a bit more! you're pretty cool! and i loved those drabbles. i hope your doing great!

PRODUCER MESSEGE: "i think that was all. again, if i missed you, please lmk. i might have been blind (my eyes prolly look like that squidward meme). but i appreciate all of you! thank you, and pls dont hate me 🙏🏾"

#🎧 → 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐌: FEATURED #mutual appreciation #this is last minute on the last day of December #but i cant wait for the new year!#i love my mooties sm!#ive discovered things about myself while writing this #omg y the hell am i so nervous?!?!#fuck social anxiety #i just appreciate yall

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rebouks · 11 months

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Okay! Time to spill the tea, except it's not really tea, it's more like lukewarm juice aka my future plans and some more ramblings.. ahem ⚆_⚆

First of all, I wanna say just how much I enjoyed creating Somnium. It all started during lockdown... I found myself working from home full-time, I had the perfect excuse to be the homebody I was born to be, I had a lot of time on my hands, and once I found simblr I couldn't resist joining in. It didn't take too long before I decided to hop on the storytelling train and before I knew it, I had a new hobby! Except.. that hobby kinda consumed me. I didn't even know where it was going to begin with, but the more involved I got, the more obsessed I became. Hyperfixations amirite?

The point being.. I think I spent a little too much time on Somnium, which left me little time for much else and I don't want to fall down that hole again. In the future I'd like to challenge my perfectionism! What does that mean? Well, it means not making poses for every scene, it means not being restricted by a complicated overarching plot that requires forced filler scenes and timelines and needs to make sense, it means less dialogue, or gasp! no dialogue at all, it means not getting hung up on continuity with editing and g-shade and font style and blah blah etc etc. I'd even like to incorporate some gameplay too, since I miss just.. playing now n' then.

I want the freedom to think of something silly, or weird, or completely off topic and to be able to run with it instead of being bound by a plot that needs to progress. Am I making sense? I hope I'm making sense. Basically, I'm calling this next venture a "story not story" because rather than it having one large plot, it's going to be more like clusters of subplots with some gameplay, weirdness or silliness in between...

Forever In Between will kick off around about two years after the events of Somnium. Mostly focused on Oscar and his family, we'll join them on the journey of life as Robin and his siblings grow up in the Bay.

We'll also spend some time with other favourites too like Noah n' co. Salton, Ivan & Bruno, Suzie, Miya & [redacted] and Matilda, among others! Maybe we'll even see what Wyatt's up to at some point 👀 As we all know, life isn't always sunshine and rainbows, but Forever In Between (or fib for short) will be a lot less heavy, though hopefully no less interesting!

Obviously, I don't have any set plans but I have a few specific scenes and ideas in mind already, as well as some vague subplots planned for most, if not all of the main characters from Somnium.

Also! Although Oscar is very much still a main character, he'll be sharing the spotlight with Robin too, as I have a lot in mind for that special lil' guy.. tehe!

So, what's next?! I want to make a lil promo before I start and then I've gotta.. y'know, actually start working on it. I have the first few scenes in mind but then we're wingin' it baby! The best plan is no plan and all that... I'm being kind to myself though, so idk when we'll start, real soon though!

I've already given everyone makeovers and gotten a few of the main builds out of the way, enough for me to get started at least, and I'd like to make a new navigation/pinned post too.

I wanna be more organised as well, so story posts will be tagged as "forever in between" & "fib" and bloopers, extras, builds, cas pics etc etc. will be tagged as "fib" & "fib extras"!

Okay.. I think that's it. See you soon! 👋

#ramblings #ts4 #fib extras #??#KINDA #i'm so looking forward to my new unrestricted venture into everyone's life ahhhhkdjskdj #oh.. i also wrote a poem for my lil promo and it's the first poem i think i've ever written and i rlly like it ;-;#and it has so many meanings for what we'll see in the future!#omg #i'm excited #i hope you are too!!#<333333333 #ily

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jedi-enthusiast · 4 months

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On the note of random Mace antis just appearing out of the wood work; honestly it feels like they purposefully go looking for Mace appreciation posts, or any positive post about him (or any other Jedi appreciative/positive post for that matter) and purposefully say wrong/mean things because they think their opinion was asked for and they just have to remind everyone that this character is Actually The Worst, when they aren't. Its like they can't handle us having fun and loving genuinely wonderful and good characters (like Mace, Yoda, Luminara and Ki-Adi for example. Mace cause he's the current target of it, and the other three cause they're usually used as examples of the "worst Jedi" by the antis' standards. When, again, they aren't.) Like we're fine with leaving them be and letting them enjoy things the way they want, but they can't handle doing the same. Like they can go in their circle and have fun, but let us do the same! (Sorry for random ramble and I hope it made some sense, but I had strong feelings lol. But I loved seeing you defend Mace so beautifully. Very Nice XD)

Don't worry about it, it made perfect sense! And I appreciate the ask, it's nice to know that there are people out there who are as passionate about this stuff as I am <3

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Honestly, though, it's insane how desperate these people are to argue and how attention seeking they are!

Do you know how many anti-Jedi people I've blocked by finding them posting stuff in the pro-Jedi tag??? I don't understand what's so hard about just posting things on your own blog instead of being a dick on the blogs of people who have a different opinion than you.

As is probably obvious by now, I hate Anakin Skywalker, but I have never gone on someone else's blog---who clearly likes him---just to argue about why I hate him. Hell, I only talk about him on the blogs of people I know agree with me!

Why can't anti-Jedi people just do the same?

Also, on the topic of Mace Windu, I fucking hate the way that fandom has treated him---he deserves so much better! Their characterization of him isn't even rooted in canon, it's them just wanting to bash him because god forbid anyone ever say no to their uwu fascist man baby- (let alone a POC).

Just- ugh.

I'm taking away fandom's Mace Windu privileges until they learn how to act.

#star wars #sw prequels #pro jedi #in defense of the jedi #mace windu #anti anakin skywalker

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rosapexa · 2 months

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WiP Whenever

Thank you for tagging me @chevvy-yates , @wanderingaldecaldo , @gloryride 🖤

I'm working... Ok, working is not the right word for that. I'm experimenting and losing my mind over this for weeks now. And honestly i've been depressed so many times over this, it really hasn't been fun in a while, unlike making the tattoos for V-Lexa. But also i can't let things go, when i start something, so taking a step back and just leave this for a while, was not really an option (and i tried). And i really wanted to make something for her.

And since yesterday, i think i'm finally on the right track. Maybe. Hopefully. We'll see. Sorry, i'm rambling.

Anyway...

I always wanted to give Lexa some tattoos. But there hasn't been anything so far, which i thought would fit her. And also tbh i didn't even really knew myself what i wanted for her. And tbh it was kinda difficult to find something, cause everything i tried, wasn't "good enough" for her and i was (and still am) constantly unsure, if i'm not ruining her.

It was a lot easier to find something for V-Lexa. Not because i care less about her, but because she's in comparison relatively new and i'm still figuring everything about her out.

But Maelstrom Lexa has been around for quite while now and allthough i want changes, i'm so scared (yeah, it doesn't make sense). Also it doesn't help, that her personal lore is about wanting (Maelstrom) perfection and making her body the perfect weapon -.-

Aaaand i'm rambling again. Ok... Changes:

New tattoos of course. Lexa LOVES skulls. On her clothes, as decorations... So that is also mostly the theme for her tattoos. A lot of skulls. But she also got two "let's get some ink while blackout drunk" tattoos (she's not always perfect xD). On her right hip you can get a glimpse of a "yelling" cat, which she got after Salem adopted her and she just wanted to show off, that she now has a fur baby. The other is a Maelstrom logo on her leg which she got shortly before her initiation, when she got extemely drunk with Royce and Dum Dum and decided it's time for a gang tattoo. And of course they thought it was an awesome idea 😂

There's a tattoo for Johnny as well. It's the heart on her right arm. Not a cute heart, since we're still talking about Lexa, so it's the... literal organ 🫀 I still have to add Johnny's name and their wedding date to it. Also i would like to give him the same tattoo, but i'm not sure about that yet. Mostly because i'm hesitant to change his tattoos and don't want to get yelled at for that 🥴.

I got rid of her vanilla body scars and trying right now to give her some custom ones. Because i always thought she doesn't have enough scars, since she's fighting a lot and she sees them as trophies. But that's just an idea for now and i have to see how this goes, cause i'm not really understanding what i'm doing (normal maps wtf!?). I would also like to work on her face scars, but that is even more confusing.

I also thought about making my own skin color for her, cause sometimes her skin looks too red for my taste. I would like to have her paler and with even less color. But i didn't have any succes now, cause nothing looked good enough.

Other stuff:

I'm tidiying up Johnny's NPC+, cause every time i gave him a new outfit i just threw the things into his mod folder without organizing anything. And now i have a ton of stuff and no idea, what is for what. Also there are a lot of appearances, which i will never use (again).

I'm very slowly working on a mod for the Aurore Outfit: Pants, bra, top and jacket. I like this outfit so much but as usual, i need COLORS 😂 Currently only the pants are more or less ready, so this will take a long while until i can share it, since priority are definitely things for the blorbos.

Also in between i make some poses, but these are mostly just for myself for now, cause i'm actually too lazy to make them good enough for the public (at least i know how to position the camera to hide the chaos) or to retarget them for other couples besides M/F.

I think, that was it for now. Which was already too much again 🥴

I'm tagging @togepies , @miss--river , @thelonestrider , @wraithsoutlaws and @dreamskug for a WiP sharing. As usual without any pressure of course 🖤

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Rosa's OCs: Lexa #WiP Whenever

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ppnuggie · 2 years

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　　『　gender neutral human reader + g1 decepticons 』

　　— 003

　　-> injury warning ,, cuss warning ,,

　　—third chapter !! :D we get to meet some more characters other than hook ,, and scavenger ! small off and on with different pov ,, mainly usage of you and they for the reader !

　　— tag list :: empty …

　＜　one , two , four , five ＞

as of now, according to what 'megatron' — the one with a bucket for a head and a desperate need for anger management class — you were now the decepticons hostage. hostage for what, you had no clue. after all, you only know that some dickhead named buzzsaw had broke your ankle before dragging your phat ass to the base. honestly, this vacation was going worse than your daily dose of having to deal with fuckwits at work.

a sigh fell from your lips, rolling your eyes during hook's explanation of what would be happening from now on. you didnt really pay attention, not interested in hearing the stuff he had to say. "now i would leave you in my company, yet i am busy and not to mention the equipment i have can easily crush your squishy body," the medic said, holding his chin as he talked.

by now, you we're getting tired of hearing them call you squishy. like, how dare they assume?? you could be one of those reptilian people in disguise for all they know! you grumbled, eyes narrowing at the constructicon who was busy rambling to even notice your angry glare. either that or he didnt give a fuck.

"of course, breakdown would be a good choice but knowing of his paranoia he'd just ditch you on the side of the road, and megatron wouldnt like that." hook released a sigh of his own. he shook his helm before going to think. who would be responsible enough to look after you? he was busy with pairing bots, breakdown was a bit too wimpy to be left in charge of you, and he was sure motormaster would stomp on you the moment he decided he didnt like you. starscream and his trinemates were a no go, maybe thundercracker would be good, but hook sure as hell didnt trust skywarp or starscream with you.

after all, you were a human, extremely fragile and in this case, extremely important to megatron's plans. he could just drop you with scavenger, but he didnt feel like having to deal with his whines of being left in charge of a squishy being. for all he knows, he could lose you and freak out about it.

as hook kept pondering to himself, another bot had came strolling in the medbay. a dark navy, almost prussian blue bot with a red visor had gave a small nod of acknowledgment towards you, before setting down an injured bot. this one was smaller than the others, almost like a baby in a way. he was dark grey, almost black with red tints. he also had a red visor, and a pout on his face with his arms crossed.

hook watched as soundwave had entered the room, with frenzy in his arms. he started to prepare the things needed to heal the minicon, and also prepare himself for what he would hear frenzy say. after all, the minicon talked a lot of shit.

as hook was busying himself with things, frenzy took the moment to scan the human in front of him. he'd heard of them from buzzsaw, that dickhead of a bird who couldve easily taken the spot of being the sin of pride. especially when he was successful in his missions, primus that bird didnt know when to be quiet. "yo, fleshy," he called out to you. eyes flickered over to the smaller bot, confusion flashing in them. "yeah?"

"whats yer name?" he questioned, eyeing up their form. he'd seen people in magazines wear the things they had on. he also knew that many fleshies didnt show that much of their skin, as it was called. "why?" their head tilted to the side, a sign of even more confusion. frenzy grumbled, making a 'tch' before replying, "because i wanna know!"

soundwave watched the two interact, ready to prevent frenzy from harming megatron's new hostage. after all, he knew of megatron's plan to use the fleshy, as they were connected with the government and could be used as a powerful ally.

"its (y/n)," you finally gave in, quirking their eyebrows. "yours? or are you too pussy to share?" you snickered. "what?!" frenzy growled, anger boiling inside him. "i aint no pussy, fleshy! i'm frenzy!" he sneered at the chuckling human. "oh?" they eyed him, before breaking into a smile. "nice to meet you, frenzy." they held their hand towards him. the minicon growled before swatting their hand away, "whatever," he mumbled.

soundwave gave a small pat to frenzy's helm, calming the angry minicon before turning his gaze to (y/n). "designation : soundwave," he said, watching as they turned their own attention to him. "hello to you as well, soundwave." they replied.

hook returned with the equipment he needed, asking frenzy a series of different questions before patching the minicon up. soundwave and hook started to talk to one another, frenzy shuffling over to the sitting human.

"so, uh, fleshy," he looked down at them, crossing his arms. "how long ya gonna be here? at the base, yknow?" (y/n) sniggered to themself, "not a clue. why, gonna miss me if i leave?" they wiggled their eyebrows at him. frenzy snarled, “no way!” he was quick to deny them, before looking around. “but, i do get bored of being around the other minicons.” he shook his head.

“besides, ya look pretty bored and lonely, itd be a shame if all ya did nothing but sit there the whole time.” he started to think to himself, before snapping his fingers. “ey! what if ya came with me and soundwave!” he broke out into a grin, before it dropped into a pout. “of course, not because i like ya! only so ya don’t have to look pathetically bored there.” you shrugged your shoulders, feeding into the minicon’s wants. after all, he was quite right. sitting on the table was pretty boring, and hook wasnt as entertaining as frenzy.

“i’ll go ask soundwave, ya wait here.” he pointed his digit to the table, before running off to pester the other two bots in the room. you shook your head and chuckled to yourself, wondering what it would be like hanging out with frenzy. it couldnt be that bad, right?

after hearing frenzy ask if they could take the human, soundwave was quick to nod, as he was curious to know more about the human more than he already did from basic information. and to make sure they wouldnt plot anything against megatron, of course. thanking hook for his treatment, soundwave grabbed (y/n), being careful of their injury. he was gentle, holding them with care.

“operation : human adoption,” soundwave said, before leaving with both his minicon and his new human.

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theimperiumchronicles · 9 months

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Hi there buddy, my name is Athena. I'm coming to say hi, see how you're doing and this is a chance to ramble about your wips. Have any of your wips been influenced/inspired by podcasts or any other media?

Hi Athena :)

YES! Thank you for asking <3

All of them!! So...let's start at the beginning...take a seat...get a drink and a snack...this will...you know what, get that drink and a snack and I'll break this down so you can go potty in between WIPS. Otherwise you'll be doing the potty dance and trying to read faster and you might skip something...and no one wants that. *grins happily* We'll start with The Imperium Chronicles (@theimperiumchronicles )

Okay - the original concept started as an RP a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time ago with some super cool and super good friends of mine. We used Cassandra Claire's Mortal Instruments book series as kind of inspiration, but there were parts of her mythos we thought were crap and her characters were too young and we HATED the whole chalice thing....so we kept a little and threw a WHOLE LOT out...and came up with the original crew - Abriella (who was an existing char of mine that I tweaked and was known as Brie then), Cruz, Dez, Talon, Talia, Raguel, Arioch, Char (she's dead and we're gonna leave her that way), and Deacon. Some people wrote more than one. None of the characters were actually based on characters from Claire's stories, we more based it one her setup and if you saw our stories then and some of the old stories I wrote for Brie, you'd recognize it. It's been almost 20 years now...she's evolved some.

NOW...the obvious inspiration for the current arc is kind of the Bible - 4 Horsemen and all. But again, there is a twist on it. Mainly because having done some Biblical study, I am aware that what we have today is at best the English translation from the Latin from the Greek from the Aramaic...or something along those lines....there may even be a few other translations thrown in there. In some cases there were multiple meanings for one English word. For instance when Jesus is walking on the water the more accurate translation is NOT "Fear not, it is I". It IS "Fear not, I AM." Why does this matter? Because God was know as The Great I AM. He was declaring his divinity within the statement but what seems like a minor translation issue is a HUGE one in context. Sooooo....I've used this to my story's advantage. In no way is my story related to reality or religion in any way, I'm just using something that is real in my fiction.

ALSO...Leandre, Andronicus, Orpheus, and Thenasus are completely and wholely based on the BBC Musketeers series, save the last season which IMO sucked balls. They are even based on the characters that share their FC. Leandre is my blorbo baby...Tom Burke *swoons*. ANYWAY...completely inspired by...blorbos were born watching the series while writing Abriella stories. Demanded they be born and allowed to participate. So, here we are.

Thinius...yep...he is alive and kicking because Imagine Dragons seems to write songs that just inspire the fuck out of the entire The Imperium Chronicles gang. And they demanded Dan Reynolds be a FC of a character as such. Don't ask where his personality come from other than when I saw them live in NOLA, it came to me watching that man literally bounce around for over 4 hours on stage like the Engergizer Bunny.

Kellen got his FC before I saw Shadow and Bone, but he became more formed and his character changed some afterwards. The plot didn't but he absorbed some of the elements of Kirigan that Ben played, elements that I had been struggling to figure out with Kellen. It was tied into the world building for Uffern, and as soon as he grabbed onto those tiny details, everything fell into place for Uffern and all the others who live there...including Korben's curse. z

POTTY BREAK...I'll start @bendingthelaws after I finish eating my lunch

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corrodedcoughin · 2 years

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So I saw your tags and I need to know what what songs you think Corroded Coffin would cover (both in universe and if you feel like it, modern au too)

ohhhhhh my friend you do not know what you are about to unleash but for your sake I will limit myself.

First off though!!! I've said it before but i'll say it again, I firmly believe in my blood and bones that corroded coffin have a stack of off the wall covers. they only do one per set and its not every set they do them in so people try to make it to every show because the alternative covers become iconic.

conventional covers though, I'd love to see them tearing up

no one like you - scorpions or any scorpions song i'm not fussy. it would be jeff's suggestion because he just thinks its a really hot song and the band can't disagree so it gets added

immigrant song - led zepplin there is NO WAY that as a dnd based friend group that they dont absolutely lose it when they play this, the shouting at the start? the riffs? they have it down to an ART

20th century boy - t.rex listen LISTEN I feel very VERY strongly about this being a steddie song and i wont be told otherwise

ballroom blitz - sweet yes this is more pop rock but you cannot tell me that they wouldn't love doing the intro of 'are you ready gareth? yeah eddie. jeff? yeah eddie. grant you ready? sure eddie. well alright fellas. LETS GO!' and they TEAR.IT.UP.

honrable mentions to bonzo goes to bitburg by ramones, new york groove by ace frehley, sweet leaf by black sabbath and talking in your sleep by the romantics.

NOW!!! the OTHER covers oh I am so sorry I get so unhinged about this but

baby i'm burning by dolly parton. i NEED to hear this, I KNOW they'd kill it and the crowd would go wild and god I can feel my insides shaking because I know how good it would be

i think we're alone now - tiffany. no words, they'd change the world with this cover and we all know it

i just want to make love to you - etta james. okay so go listen to the version of this by frog hat and you will know EXACTLY what I'm talking about

timewarp from the rocky horror picture show but hey okay go listen to the tenacious d cover and that's corroded coffin. ITS THEM!!! they'd all play differnt parts and i can see it in my mind!!!

I'm so sorry this has gotten out of hand but honorable mentions to

milf song - the puddleducks, kissing toads again - jan two-sleeves, danny nedelko - IDLES, blood by mcr (i lose it thinking about this one) and let 'em talk by kesha and the eagles of death metal

I have so many more but I honestly can't put you through more than this incoherent ramble i'm so sorry

#IM SO SORRY #I feel very strongly abt this like everyone else probably does #and everyone is right of course!!!#would also love to hear smile by vince staples #im so sorry this took so long work and life is busy!!!#I’ll take any constructive criticism #sorry if this is bad #ALSO #THANK YOY FOR EVEN ASKING!!!! I’ve never been asked before and you made me feel good so huge thank you I mean it #stranger things #corroded coffin #music

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revvethasmythh · 1 year

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In response to your Fearne/Chetney song post: Consider this ask an opportunity to pick any playlists you have and ramble about them, I absolutely love discovering new music through playlists!

yes EXCELLENT thank you!!

okay to keep myself on task so I don't just ramble for like 5k words, I'm going to treat this a top 10 list and this is going to specifically be for my widobrave playlist because she is my baby and I've been working on her for a long time and you know what? the wb tag deserves a little love. I'm going to try to spotlight different songs than I talked about before, too, for diversity's sake

this is absolutely going to get long, so I'll put the rest under the cut.

1: I And Love And You, The Avett Brothers

oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. What is there to say that the song does not say itself? There are a few ways I think this song could be interpreted depending on how you're reading the lyrics, but the line "that woman she got eyes that shine/like a pair of stolen polished dimes" is so fucking good and so Veth this will always be a top song for me. Also need to shout out the "the dream's the catch/the world's the cage" line in this one, because that has always made me think back to Heart in a Cage--I consider them related in my own personal widobrave lyrical thematic universe. Verdict: The vibes are excellent. The Avett brothers always pull through for me

2. Summertime, MCR

obviously this was going to show up in wb song list for me because I named one of my fics after this song! I've always associated summer with wb anyway, but the additional layer of the summer camp and that being a time they specifically spend together in post-canon makes it even better. "You can run away with me any time you want" also follows through on the "runaway" theme that they've both had on their separate playlists (Runaway by Yeah Yeah Yeahs on Caleb's first playlist and Runaway Pt. 1 (Love Has Limits) by Colony House on the Veth playlist).

3. Who Will I Hold, The Avett Brothers

I am screaming and crying and throwing up every time this song comes on. Listen to their one-on-one talk in episode 121 and then listen to this song. The lyrics are so remarkably accurate, it's a thing to behold. "I'm bracing for loneliness, I know it's coming/Now, who will I hold when you're gone?"

4. Hand Over Heart, Gin Wigmore

Melancholy and loving and again incredibly accurate lyrics from "and promise me, day and night/you'll always be my best friend" to "you got the magic to light up the stars/it's like the world is spinning just for you."

5. Not Alone, Shawn James

Very tender song that resonates a lot with wb, and also so very reminiscent of what Veth told Caleb in the finale with the line "Listen close and hear/I want you to let go of your fear/You can find love/Let go of your strife and get what you want out of your life." Like, I think there's a gifset out there somewhere where she basically just says this to Caleb.

6. I Will Follow Him, Peggy March

Okay so this one IS from the first Nott playlist, but I don't see it talked about very much and tbh if you're listening to it from the pov of having seen the end of the campaign, this one just hits different. Shoutout to the "he'll always be my true love" lyric. Like WHAT. The way that song was on an official CR playlist and no one ever talks about it, I'm--

7. Head Full Of Doubt/Road Full Of Promise, The Avett Brothers

A third Avett Brothers song, you say?? Why yes, indeed. Their songs just really hit for this ship with me. I consider this song to mostly be a Veth song, revolving a lot around Veth's self-doubt issues, but if we're following Rosie's Lyrical Thematic Universe (RLTU), this lyric, "There was a dream and one day I could see it/Like a bird in a cage I broke in and demanded that somebody free it" stands out a lot. Like the song progression of Heart in a Cage -> I And Love And You -> Head Full Of Doubt/Road Full Of Promise is what I'm getting at here. "Oh, the heart beats in its cage" to "The dream's the catch/The world's the cage" to "Like a bird in a cage I broke in a demanded that somebody free it." The caged bird thing is HUGE thematically with me and which I think is really funny because it's literally just ME out here with these hyper specific themes and motifs going on. But I love it, I think it works great for them

8. If U Stayed, ZZ Ward

You come to this song for pure angst and pure angsty only. If you want to feel angsty about the fact that they're non-canon, this is the song for you.

9. December Song, Birdtalker (of Blue Healer fame) and Joy Williams (of Trouble With Wanting fame)

"Friend your heart has been far away from mine/There's no one to blame but that wicked stalwart time/And as the year marches steady to its end/Oh, my heart is longing to be close to yours again"

I've been wanting to write a post-canon holiday themed piece based around this song for AGES. the details aren't perfectly accurate, but the vibes are very much there.

10. Lead to Light, Nico Vega

No song list/playlist of mine is ever complete without at least ONE Nico Vega song. The themes of, well, "I will drop anything for you" ring very true, but my favorite line is the bridge: "Oh my love, you know you are a teacher/But you don't know I can be a teacher, too." I appreciate it on one level as inherently suggestive, but extremely literal in the case of late widobrave with Veth opening up her camp to teach adventurers, especially since she had said she wasn't a good teacher sometime in the early campaign.

Honorable Mentions:

1: So Sorry Mama, Whitney Duncan

The details of this song do not match up with canon, HOWEVER, I am 100% certain Veth (lover of monsters and of bad boys) has had at least one, if not more, fantasies re: Caleb that sound exactly like this. So I'm including it because I am sure that she'd had this vision at least once in a dream

2. If We Were Vampires, Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit

I'll admit this one is highly specific to me, which is why it's in the honorable mentions section, because I'm pulling a lot of the themes of this song for the post-canon wb piece I'm working on right now. It's also just a very bittersweet, tender song that is so, so good about loving someone for as long as you can and making those days count

A bonus Veth-specific honorable mention:

Whiskey Fever by Dorothy. It's not all that deep of a song rec, but it's pretty accurate and it slaps. This song fucking slaps.

A bonus Caleb-specific honorable mention:

Innocent by Taylor Swift. Never thought I'd choose a T. Swift song for him, but it so eerily accurate to his story. Could double a wb song, but I largely relate it to Caleb due to its subject matter.

if anyone was actually curious, I'll just add the full playlist here for perusal sake because there's A LOT more on there, these are just my personal favorites:

#THANK YOU AGAIN FOR ASKING ME THIS #sorry this took ages to get out I had to finish nanowrimo first before I could devote myself to this mind body and soul #also shoutout to my friend for Not Alone and If We Were Vampires because she sent those songs to me and they slap #widobrave #music tag #asks #zealousvalkyrie #critical role

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I posted 15,814 times in 2022 - I clearly have a fucking problem 😂

That's 10,964 more posts than 2021!

9,217 posts created (58%)

6,597 posts reblogged (42%)

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I tagged 5,703 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 135 characters

#i could go on a historical ramble about how men have hardly ever been the ones who are persecuted for using women who sell their bodies

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Two Dumb Idiots In Love

Summary: Russian spies had infiltrated Hawkins but even that couldn't make these two put their differences aside. Or could it?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem Henderson!Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: spoilers for season three, enemies to lovers

Notes: feedback is always welcome, especially since i don't think this is my best, requests are open

"We're going down!" Steve shouts, screaming at the top of his lungs, his back pressed against the wall, as the secret Russian elevator dropped down the shaft at immense speed. "We're going down!" He repeats, as though they were the only words he knew.

"Yeah, no shit, Harrington!" Robin snaps back, his constant screaming like an irritating itch that wouldn't go away.

"I am supposed to be on a date right now. I am supposed to be on a date right now!" Y/N repeats to herself, holding onto the shelf like her life depended on it. Her brother was on the opposite side of the elevator, pressing the various buttons inside the control panel, with Erica pushing him aside to press the buttons herself. "Hey, Dustin, the next time you tell me that Russian spies have infiltrated Hawkins, I'm going to look you in the eyes, I'm going to tell you you're insane, and then I'm going to laugh in your face!" Dustin rolls his eyes, pushing Erica away as he proceeds to press the buttons again. "Ray is probably-"

"Ray?" Steve scoffs, forgetting about their current situation to focus on Y/N. "Ray Hall? Ray Hall asked you out on a date? Ray Hall and you?"

"Are you done?" She bites back, still holding onto the shelf as she steadily moves toward him. His laugh echoes off the inner walls of the elevator, mocking her. "Why are you even bothered?" She asks, raising her eyebrows. "I hope you're not jealous-"

"Jealous of Ray?" His expression twists, his face scrunching up to show his disgust. "Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart!"

"Why?" Steve goads her, pushing off the wall and grabbing at the end of the shelf. "Why can't I call you sweetheart?" He looks down at her, steadily taking one hand off the bar to brush his fingers through his hair, enjoying the way her eyes watch him. A smug grin tugs on the corners of his mouth. "What's the matter? Do you secretly like it when I call you sweetheart?"

She takes another step towards him, a mere few inches of space left between them, their hands brushing against each other, as they hold onto the same bar. "I would rather fucking die than admit something as disgusting as that," she tells him, tilting her head back to look up at him.

"Well, lucky for you, it might just happen."

"At least then I'll be able to enjoy the afterlife without your annoying presence."

"Oh, you'll never get rid of me," his voice was low as he spoke, his eyes flicking between her eyes and her lips, "even in death I'll be there to annoy you."

She raises her eyebrows, a soft chuckle passing her lips. "God, I knew you had an ego, Harrington, but I didn't think you were this full of yourself. You really think you're going to heaven?" His gaze is pulled back to her mouth as she bites her bottom lip, caging in another laugh. "Newsflash, your name isn't on the list; they'll be no entry for Stever Harrington."

"Well, if I'm going to hell, I'm dragging you there with me, baby."

"Hey!" Erica clicks her fingers in front of their faces, the eleven-year-old pushing past Dustin and nearly falling over cardboard boxes to get to them. "If you two could save the flirting-"

"Woah, woah, woah! Pump the breaks!" Steve holds his hand up, batting her hand away from them. "We're not flirting," he defends himself, "I would never flirt with her."

"Now that is something we can both agree on," the older Henderson agreed.

Erica scoffs, rolling her eyes. "And pigs fly!" She turns her back to them, her braids swinging in the air as she moved. "Now, I would greatly appreciate it if you two would help us find a way out of here," she orders, checking through a box for something they could use to pry the door open, "I have a sleepover to be getting to; Tina may cover for me, but if I'm not home for Uncle Jack's party tomorrow, my mom will hunt each and every one of you down, and slit your throat."

"Well, there will be no Uncle Jack's party if we don't get out of here," Robin interjects, pushing boxes to the side with her feet, "so, do as Erica says and put this sexual tension on the back bench until we get out of here."

Dustin points to the ceiling, a metal hatch directly above him. "What if we climbed out?"

"You want us to climb out of here?" Y/N asks, looking at her younger brother in disbelief. "You want us to climb our way up a hundred-foot deep shaft like it's a P.E. lesson?" Dustin didn't see the problem. "Look, Dustin," she steps toward him, placing both hands on his shoulders, "you might have somewhat of a brain inside of that skull of yours, but that is the dumbest idea you have ever had!"

"Yeah, I have to agree," Robin chimes in, "there's no way we can climb out of here."

"But maybe we can get a better signal," Dustin waves the walkie-talkie, "then we can tell someone about the Russian spies and they can come and rescue us."

"What do you think, Petey the Mall Cop is gonna rappel down here and save the day?" Steve asks, pointing out the flaw in Dustin's plan.

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I'm Tired Of Leaving

Summary: Fate was determined to keep the two of you a part, so you've always settled for a part of him. What do you do now that he wants to have all of you?

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope - another self indulgent fic, I am so sorry to anyone who does send in request, I will write them

Song Inspo: Take On The World - You Me At Six

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut to angsty fluff, fwb!pierre, fwb to lovers, dom!pierre, sub!reader, pet names (baby, good girl, chérie...), praise kink, protected sex, hair pulling, choking, spitting, pierre's favourite position, some body worshiping, smoking, not proofread

Notes: the flow is a little clunky with this one but oh well. feedback is appreciated, it helps me a lot

He leans into your ear, hot breath fanning your face, a strangled gasp leaving your lips as you feel him pulling on your hair. "I missed this, chérie," he moans, deep, grizzly groans falling into your ear each time he pushes his cock back inside.

His grip tightens, pulling until you neck was craned back, your body was arched away from the mattress, and the back of your head resting against the centre of his chest, your eyes staring up into his. Something about the way he towered over you made you feel small but had your pussy clenching around him. "Open your mouth," he grins as your eager go to please, your lips parting, the corners curving as you grin in anticipation, "good girl."

You moan, feeling his spit hitting your tongue and closing your mouth to swallow it before he has a chance to tell you. "You're pure filth, Pierre," you bite your bottom lip, despite loving that about him.

"And what does that make you, huh?" He released your hair, making a comment in French under his breath, his hand now finding place around your neck. The laugh that leaves his lips is dark and silky as you squeeze around him. "Remember that thing you did for me the last time we were together?" He asks you, slowing down to hold off the inevitable of another encounter between you ending. "I think some would argue that to be just as filthy."

Your fingers weave through his messy hair, your hand reaching behind to touch him as he presses his lips to your neck, kissing the spot just behind your ear. "I remember," you respond, pushing your hips back to meet each of his.

"I think it was your best work yet," he mumbles, sliding his hand away from your neck and down the front of your body. The tips of his fingers ghost over your breasts and down your stomach, stopping once his hand was between your legs. You can't see it, but you feel his smile pressing into your neck as he listens to the sharp gasp leaving your lips as he rubs two fingers against your clit.

"I looked at them the other night," he confesses to you, his free hand creeping back around your neck, keeping your body pressed against his, "thought about that night - thought about you - as I stroked my cock; thought about you laid on this bed, your lips swollen and your lipstick all smudged, my hickies all over your chest, your legs spread out for me to see this perfect pussy, all aching and glistening for me-" He takes a second to steady his breath, mumbling something in his native tongue, as he tries to calm himself, his imagination getting the better of him. "You looked so fucking beautiful for me that night!"

"You were the artist that night," your cheeks are red hot from his omission, the fuzzy feeling in your stomach and the whooshiness in your head hard to deny, "I was just the canvas."

"The perfect canvas," he praises your body, groaning as your pussy clenches around him.

Your hand cradles the back of his neck, your fingers playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck, as his forehead presses into your shoulder, shallow breaths hitting the top of your back. For a few seconds, all that can be heard is just the two of you breathing heavily, a whimper and a moan heard coming from your own lips as the muscles grow tighter in your stomach.

"Pierre," you whimper his name, digging your nails into neck, the pressure becoming unbearable as it builds up, "I-so close-"

"Gonna cum for me like you did that night?" He asks, kissing your shoulder and your neck. "Gonna do it again for me?"

You nod your head, swallowing down a moan.

"Good," he mumbles, half-chuckling under his breath, almost relieved even, "because I don't think I could hold it any longer."

Neither of you say another word, him letting your body collapse softly onto the mattress, your face buried in the pillow, as his hands hold onto your hips. From behind, he leans back to watch his hard cock being swallowed up by your cunt as he thrusts into you, which had become sloppier the closer he was to finishing.

You own face, though hidden in the soft cushion of the pillow, shows off your pleasure, your expression bliss-like, as your orgasm rings in your ears and pulsates around your body. The tight spasms of your body clenching tightly has Pierre finishing inside the condom, half strangled gasps for air filling your bedroom as he reaches for the headboard, trying not to collapse on top of you.

"Those will kill you one day," Pierre finds you later at your window, the hatch pushed open so you could sit on the fire escape. At your feet was an astray, a previous failed sculpture of yours you had made years ago, and a cigarette hung loose between your fingers. You mumble something about only having one life, before taking a drag of the cigarette and blowing the smoke away from you. "Move," he mutters, wanting to sit with you.

You stub what was left of your cigarette out in the centre of the ashtray, nudging the faded green ceramic away with your foot, before shuffling across the window ledge to give him some space. "Better?" He hums, touching the soft of your hip hidden beneath his shirt as you lean into him. "You smell like you just had nasty sex," you joke, attempting to hold off the inevitable that would be him leaving.

His laugh rings in your ears, caught off by surprise. "What a coincidence because so do you," he joins in on the joke, "I hope they were worth it."

"Meh," you make a sound, shrugging your shoulders, suddenly gasping as he tickles your sides, "I've had better."

He kisses your shoulder, mumbling something in French under his breath that you were sure was probably something along the lines of no one does it better than me. "I get why you like this city so much," he kisses your shoulder again, turning his head to look out of the window, "it's beautiful at night." Your apartment wasn't in the heart of the city but it was close enough to get a nice view of the city lights at night.

"It's beautiful in the daytime too," you throw back, picking at loose thread, "not that you would know." It was almost a tradition at this point that he would fly in, unannounced for the most part, spend the night and leave before you've woken up. It was a rinse and repeat cycle that happened every few weeks. And...you were fine with that.

At least now you were.

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Hold It

Summary: ....smut...it's some smut...i can't think of a summary

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, dom!pierre, sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (chérie, baby, good girl....), praise kink, orgasm control, thigh riding, fingering, begging...that's mostly it

Notes: feedback is greatly appreciated!!

"Go slow, baby," Pierre whispers, mumbling against your lips, "there's no need to rush this." He kisses you, framing the side of your face with one of his hands as the other travels the length of your naked back. You shiver against him, moaning the second his tongue finds its way into your mouth. It's a sweet sound, one that he teases out again as his free hand finds your bum, squeezing at it through the material of your shorts. "We've got all day, remember?"

You smile, scratching your fingers through his hair. "I like the sound of that," you admit, ducking your head to kiss his neck. Instinctively, he rolls his head back, a calm sigh falling from your lover's lips as you graze your teeth softly over his Adam's apple. "But does all day actually mean all day?" You question him, kissing all the way up to his left ear. "You're not gonna suddenly disappear on me, are you?"

Pierre nudges his nose against yours as the two of you come face to face again. "All day means all day, chérie," he assures you, hooking his fingers under your chin and pressing his lips against yours. It's a slow kiss, almost only against your bottom lip, which he pulls at with his teeth, groaning as you whimper at the little bit of pain. "Now," he looks at you directly in your eyes, his own eyes, two pools of ocean blue, darkened from desire, "finish riding my thigh."

Subtly, you nod your head, your lips brushing lazily against his jaw as you start to grind yourself against the top of his thigh. Soft sounds of pleasure tiptoe off your lips as quiet sighs, muffled by his neck as your bury your head into his body. A combination of your shorts and his thigh rubbing against your throbbing clit had your stomach churning, the muscles tightening as you chased your high.

His hand found its place on your hip, squeezing it tightly and helping you to ride his thigh. "You're making a mess of those shorts, baby," he groans, feeling the wet patch grow the longer you ride his thigh. He tugs on the elasticated waistband, luring out a sharp hissing sound as it slaps back against your skin. "Sit back up for me," he mumbles, humming as you do. His eyes settle on your chest, the bed covers falling away and revealing your body to him. "Hmm," he licks his lips, "pretty eyes and pretty tits; it's hard to know where I should look."

You hold onto the top of his thigh with both hands, grinding your hips harder across his thigh. "Pierre," you breathe out his name, his thigh flexing, leaving your clit throbbing with pleasure.

He's captivated by the image in front of him, the parted lips and the breathless moans, your eyes rolling in your head every time he flexes his thigh. "Are you gonna cum, baby?" Pierre asks, palming at his boxes, his hard cock straining against the tight fabric. You nod your head, taking both hands off his thigh and cupping your own chest, making him groan as you play with your own nipples. "Gonna cum and leave a pretty mess for me? Is that what you're gonna do?" He grins, shaking his head, snickering as you whimper and whine. "Hold it," he demands, a flicker of wickedness in his eyes.

"I can't," you whine, the bubbling pressure and the temptation to cum all too unbearable to ignore, "Pierre, I need to-"

"-to cum?" You nod your head, biting down on your bottom lip. "Sure, you can cum," he tells you, squeezing your hip, "but just not yet." Loud laughter fills the space between you as you roll your head back, whining out into the air and showing your displeasure with his teasing. "Just a few more seconds, baby," Pierre takes over, grabbing your hips with both hands, grinding you hard against his flexed thigh, "do you know how fucking good you feel just riding my thigh, baby? Soaking through these little shorts and making a dirty mess all over my thigh."

Leaning over him, your cradle his face, lazily brushing your lips over his, whimpering into his mouth as his tongue lures out a moan. "Baby, please," you beg, pressing your forehead to his, feeling your thighs tremble, knowing there was no way you could hold off any longer, "I'm gonna cum. I-I can't hold it any longer."

"But you're doing such a good job for me," he praises, trailing one hand up your body, roughly cupping your chest, grinning as you arch your back into his touch.

"So let me cum," you bite back.

You frown watching the left side of his mouth twitch, gradually tugging upwards, smirking as he looks back at you. "I could," he replies, pinching and rolling your nipple between his finger and his thumb, "couldn't I?"

"Yes," you were breathless, panting against his lips.

He hums, releasing your nipple and touching the side of your face, dancing his fingers across your cheek. "But what if I didn't?" He ponders, letting his fingers drag across your parted lips. Pushing his index and middle finger into your mouth, he is eyes light up as you suck on his fingers, eager to do so. "What if I didn't let you cum all over my thigh?" He slips the two fingers out of your mouth, both of them slick with your spit, trailing them over your chin, down your neck and between the valley of your breasts. "What if I made you cum in a different way? Princess, wouldn't you prefer to cum all over these fingers instead?"

It was no secret that you had somewhat of an obsession with Pierre's hands; Pierre often caught you gaping at them during conversations and subsequently teased you about it afterwards. They could both comfort you and make your knees crumble to the ground.

Releasing your hip and moving between your bodies, he tugs on the waistband of your shorts. "Lift your hips for me," he instructs, mumbling good girl under his breath as you do so. A strangled mewl is heard as Pierre slips his hand down the front of your shorts, rubbing your clit with his thumb and inserting two fingers into your aching pussy. "So fucking wet, amour," he mumbles, crashing his lips against yours, his tongue delving into your mouth.

"Don't stop," you breathe against him, grinding onto his fingers. The familiar ache bubbles in your stomach, growing bigger and bigger as you wait for Pierre's permission. "Do not-" You inhale sharply, feeling Pierre curling his fingers as he moves them slowly in and out of you. "Jesus, don't fucking stop, Pierre," you moan, begging him to make you cum, "do not fucking stop!"

"You close?" You whimper, nodding your head. "Do it, princess," he gives you the sigh, circling his thumb faster over your throbbing clit, "cum all over these fingers you're oh so fucking obsessed with." Your body shakes against him, thighs trembling as little white spots blurred your vision. The long-awaited high rocks your body, twisting and tightening in your stomach, igniting like a thousand sparklers and leaving your body tingling with aftershocks. "That's it, baby, that's it! Look at you, shaking and cumming all over my fucking fingers!" Pierre chuckles in your ear, kissing at your temple as your head disappears into his neck, "wasn't that worth the wait, huh?"

You nod your head, nuzzling your face agaisnt him. "Definitely worth it," you mumble, adjusting yourself against his thigh and lying against his chest.

He hums amusingly, staring up at the ceiling, tiredly tracing his fingers up and down your spine, listening as you try to catch your breath. "You okay?" He asks, taking a second to glance down at you. Smiling, he brings his hand up to touch your face, brushing his thumb across your cheek as he finds you gazing up at him. "Breakfast?"

"Depends," you answer, drawing nonsensical patterns against his chest, "will you be cooking?"

He rolls his eyes. "You say that like you're any better than me."

"Aye," you quip, running your fingers against the scruff of his beard, "but I've never given myself food poisoning."

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Forbidden Fruit Never Tasted So Sweet

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Summary: To him you were like the forbidden fruit Adam and Eve were sworn off from devouring, but a nibble wouldn't hurt him, right?

Warnings: brief mention of parental loss, 18+, minors dni, a tiny age gap (reader is in their mid twenties), older brother's best friend!daniel, dom!daniel, sub!reader, pet names (baby, princess ect), praise kink, teasing, a little bit of begging, oral (f receiving), fingering, basically porn with minimal plot, a smidge or orgasm denial

Requested: Nope

Notes: yeah...i normally have a general tag list for my work but since this isn't who i normally write for, i'm just gonna tag @enchantedaniel because i feel like beth might like to read this 😅

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They Don't Love Me, They Just Want To See Me Naked - Part I

Summary: Billy broke her heart, corrupted her reputation with lies and left her unable to trust anyone else. Eddie just wants to love her for who she was. And Y/N doesn't know what to do.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (mentions of a past relationship between Billy and the reader)

Song Inspo: Tattoos - Reneé Rapp

Requested: Nope

Warnings: post season three/pre season four, slow burn, angst, strangers to friends and then eventually lovers in later parts, soft!eddie, talk of blood

Notes: feedback is always welcome and greatly appreciated, requests are open so please do send them in

No one ever plans to fall in love. You don't jot it down in a planner or clear out an hour of your day to spruce yourself up in anticipation of its arrival. Love strikes us all in a single moment. You can find it in a smile or you can find it as you're swept off your feet in some elaborate, grand gesture. It's taking a step back in the moment and saying to yourself that you, out of the six billion that inhabit the planet, have found the one person you want to share the rest of your life with.

After Billy crumpled her trust up like nothing more than a piece of paper, tearing holes into it with lies he could not take back, Y/N was scared to love. To be in love again meant she was opening herself up to the possibility of being hurt, broken beyond repair, and she already saw herself as a silly, little, helpless, broken girl, who gave away her virginity to the first person who told her he loved her. He didn't.

Love was a strong emotion and Billy had shown her just how cruel it could be.

Dates came and went, calling her a tease when she refused to put out on the first date, as they had been told by Billy. "Buy her a milkshake," he told them, "and she'll give you a blowjob. That's what she did for me on our first date." And others gave her the "it's not you, it's me" speech after enduring weeks of nothing. None of them wanted to get to know her or to love her, they just wanted to see her naked.

But that's when Eddie came along, driving through Hawkins, with his music blaring and fingers drumming against the steering wheel, copying the beat to whatever song had been playing at the time. He had spotted her walking alone, her hair and makeup ruined by the rain, and her arms hugged herself as tightly as possible, her whole body shivering as she moved as quickly as her feet would allow. There wasn't a single spot on her body that hadn't been touched by the rain.

"Y/N!" Eddie shouted her name, pulling his van to a stop and rolling the window down. The wind carries his voice, making her jump; her hair sticks to her cheek as she whips her head in the direction of the voice. To see Eddie had been a surprise, but she was more surprised to know he remembered her name. "Jump in," he insists, preferring that she wasn't spending another minute out in the rain, "I'll give you a ride home."

"It's okay," she initially rejected him, biting her bottom lip to stop it from trembling, "I'm fine with walking."

Eddie frowns. "You're not walking in this rain," he insists, "besides, we're both going the same way." She looks down at her feet, which were now submerged in a shallow, murky puddle. Eddie wasn't wrong, they both were heading in the same direction. "What's the matter?" He attempts to crack a joke. "Scared to be seen with the likes of me?"

She lifts her head, looking back at him with pinched eyebrows. "And you're not scared to be seen with the likes of me?" She fires back, her eyes quickly bouncing around to check who was about.

"Not at all."

Giving in, she climbs into the passenger seat of his van, giving him half a smile as she pulled her seat belt on. The inside of the van smelt like cheap cigarettes and pine air fresheners, but it didn't bother her. Billy had always smelt like cigarettes and strong cologne, so the smell of Eddie's van was no different to her. She was just thankful to be out of the rain.

"What were you doing outside anyway?" Eddie asks, adjusting the volume on the stereo. He keeps his focus on the road ahead of them, silently cursing under his breath as the wipers take too long to sweep the rain away.

"I was on a date," she answers, pulling uncomfortably at her skirt.

"And he let you walk home in the rain?" He glances across at her, watching for a second as she tucked strands of wet hair behind her ear, showing off the small golden studs she wore. "He doesn't sound like a gentleman."

"They never are."

Pulling into the trailer park, Eddie shuts off the engine but keeps the headlights on, casting a shadow onto the side of his uncle's trailer. The trailer she lived in with her mother and her little sister was only a few feet away, the only home she had ever known. "I don't-" Eddie clears his throat, loosening his grip on the steering wheel until his hand drops into his lap. "I don't believe what they say about you," he admits, feeling like he needed to tell her.

"You don't?" She watches him shake his head. "Why not?" It was a simple question. "Everyone else does," she mumbles, anxiously chewing on the end of her thumb, "everyone thinks I'm a no-good piece of trailer trash, who will give anyone a handjob for the price of a smile." She wipes her hand down the front of her skirt. "What makes you any different?"

"Because the same people who say that about you, tell people that the Hellfire Club is a cult, with me as their leader, and we partake in human sacrifices down by Lover's Lake," Eddie answers, recalling the lies that he had heard about himself, "it's all bullshit. Hell, I don't like the site of my own blood, never mind someone else's." She hides her smile behind her hand, swallowing a laugh, but Eddie sees her eyes temporarily light up. "It's true," he insists, nodding his head, "I got a nosebleed once when I was in middle school, fainted as soon as I saw the blood."

"That was you?" She asks, a quick flash of an old memory.

"That was me!"

She releases a sigh that wasn't a sad sigh but still wasn't a happy one. "Thank you for giving me a lift home," she undoes her seat belt, the elasticated strap slotting back into place.

"You know," Eddie follows her as she gets out of the car, swinging the driver side door shut behind him, "I heard the rain isn't going to stop for a few days, I can give you a lift to school tomorrow if you want?"

"Oh," she wipes her hair out of her eyes, "uh-"

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charybdiss · 2 years

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Oh no! It's a life update from what basically amounts to a stranger who never posts to tumblr anymore! :O

Hello life has been weird and wonderful lately! Which is a shocker to those of you who do know me in some capacity since all of my life updates before I dropped off the face of the earth were pretty negative. Anyway! On with the show.

I've been working the same job for almost 4 years now (in October) and while it's not what I envisioned myself doing, it's the best paid position I've ever held and I'm finally clawing my way into a position that I could see myself staying in if they'll let me.

I'm training new hires currently, and I found out that I really enjoy teaching/training. It's technically a temporary "flex" position that may end at the end of the year but the worst thing that happens then is I go back to fielding customer phone calls for a while at the same pay rate until I am needed in the training department again.

We finally moved!! We're still renting but it's a cute little house all to ourselves with no shitty neighbors playing their music so loud it rattles the windows. We got in a huge confrontation with our neighbors in the old apartment before leaving where we had to call the cops and she basically streamed live on Facebook and all of her friends threatened to get together and "roll on us" so that was fun. I hope she got new neighbors in our place who are just as loud and obnoxious as she is. Hey, maybe the nazi and his girlfriend moved back in now that the original landlord is gone! Either way, not my problem anymore :)

I had been miserable there for over a decade already (we had been there for 16+ years at the time of leaving) but finances being what they were we couldn't really do anything about it. When we finally ripped the band-aid off and jumped into our current house, it was like night and day. I caught myself for weeks still tiptoeing around and being quiet and fearful that the neighbors could hear us. They can't!!! It's phenomenal!!! And our landlord is extremely nice and flexible and any little problems we've had with the place he has fixed as quickly as humanly possible, and lives in another town so he's never here to "drop by" and inspections aren't a thing anymore. Why didn't we move sooner? To think of all the years we wasted in misery.

I guess the final bit of news is that I'm pregnant! Which is another thing I kind of never thought would happen. We were just getting comfortable with the idea of just being cat people for the rest of our lives and I think the combination of being finally happy at work and happy at home just kind of...allowed it to happen? I don't know but we're very excited and also terrified. I just had my 20 week checkup today and everything is healthy and in order as far as docs can tell. I gave them like 8 vials(!!!) of blood a couple of months ago so they could test for everything under the sun and she looks good.

Coming up with names is extremely hard but being the dorks that we are we are not above considering our (more normal-human-leaning) Warcraft character names lmfao. ONLY IF NOTHING ELSE APPEALS TO US OMFG. We're not that cruel :)

I swear I'm not the type of person who will constantly talk about baby stuff and post baby pics (come on this is a semi-anonymous platform online and is not Facebook) but I will of course tag all of my posts about finding a name and any other wacky baby adventures under some sort of tag I have yet to come up with.

I will also reward (hahaha) your patience with this rambling life update with some drawings in a bit :D

#personal #life update #real life stuff #i don't remember how to tag or what to tag or what do do lmfao just let me know if you need something tagged and i gotchu

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hey tacky! i absolutely love your stories, comments and your blog. you make tumblr such a great experience for me, thank you so much for that! ily. i, however, came in here with a bit of an issue. you see, i'm very new to tumblr and a baby drarry blog. but the problem is, i have virtually no talents; i'm not a brit so no fics for me because i would have virtually no idea what the slang and lingo is, i'm subpar at drawing and my squicks and poor management prohibit me from reading very many fics

(continued from the previous one, very sorry about the length) which means i can't really do proper reclists; and there are such incredible reccers out there (the librarion, liv etc.) that i'm afraid mine aren't enough in quantity and to fit categories. all i do is reblog and extensively ramble in my tags. i feel as though maybe i should just delete my blog because i have nothing to contribute to the fandom. i'm so sorry for bothering but i'm very confused now and need a bit of guidance i suppos

Hello Anon and thanks for getting in touch. So happy you enjoy the restrained chaos of my blog 😂

(Side note before i start: so I will say that I am pretty rubbish at the engagement side of fandom, so if you are thinking of ways to grow your following then I'm probably not the person to ask! I don't check my follower count, and I don't know any of the techniques for maximising viewers or whatever. No disrespect to anyone who does those things, I fully support everyone in pursuing their fandom goals. It's just not a priority for me and worrying about that stuff would ruin the pure enjoyment of a hobby for me.)

That said, I am very much here to cheerlead for you as a member of the fandom and to tell you that your worth and presence here are not defined by how much you contribute, or what sort of things you contribute. You don't have to create fanworks to be here. You absolutely do not have to have a theme to your blog. You don't have to do rec lists. You don't even have to comment or reblog on others' posts (though I will tell you that if you do indeed reblog with extensive rambling tags, I can't think of any creators I know who wouldn't be grateful and thrilled!)

Fandom isn't a trade off, where you can only enjoy it and be part of it if you're somehow contributing to it in some specific and narrow ways. It's not a reciprocal game. We don't create in order to get something back, we're doing it because of a shared obsession, some sort of deep and abiding urge to be a part of something, and born out of pure love/enjoyment/engagement on an emotional level that drives us to explore the world alongside other people who feel the same.

Your blog has all the worth it needs because you're doing it for something you love and are interested in, and because you want to share that love with other people. That's what I did when I joined, just reblogged everything I loved and hoped that my five followers would enjoy them too!

It really does make a difference to find other people to chat with though, I do understand that. But I just think these things have to happen sort of organically, like they do outside the internet, where you chat and find common ground, and sometimes you find people you click with and sometimes you don't - friendships can take work and it can be daunting (as a very shy person, I understand this so well!). I found the Drarry Discord servers really helpful for making friends, as they're more contained and easier to navigate than Tumblr. Happy to provide links to a few if you want!

As a final point, if you want to start writing fics, do not worry about not being British! I'm not, loads of us aren't. In fact there are loads of writers for whom English isn't even their first language. There really is space for everyone, plus on Discord you can find Britpickers to help with this stuff. I'd hate to think that your creative impulse was stifled by worries like that. (Though as someone who can barely draw a stick person, I feel you on the drawing skills 😂 we can just admire and reblog all the brilliant art already out there).

(eta while walking my dog i thought - i should have clarified that you should write and post anything you want! You don't have to have it edited or britpicked if you don't want to! What matters is enjoying the creative impulse and if that makes you happy then go for it. But equally if you want support or input, the fandom can offer that too)

Maybe other people can offer better advice than me (wouldn't be hard, sez me, looking at my rambling post) but I really hope you don't delete your blog because as long as you're having fun and finding things to enjoy in fandom, then it's worth sticking around. You sound like a thoughtful, kind person and I hope you can be confident about what sounds like a really fun and generous Tumblr experience!

#asked and answered #lovely people being lovely #rowing and chatting #this fandom life #please if anyone can offer their thoughts #would love to hear them #i always worry my advice is rubbish #tl;dr i want anon to stick around and have fun

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pettyvxbes · 3 years

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Colson Baker x Reader - Ocean Eyes III

This was originally only supposed to be three parts, but I have so many ideas. . . I might be getting a little carried away. If anyone is interested in being included on the tag list for ocean eyes drop me a comment. ❤ Btw, ya'll rock, and I'm so thrilled that you're digging where this story is going as much as I am!!

SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL COFFEE DEALER

Colson had insisted on going to a coffee shop across town, even though there were plenty of great coffee shops near Shaker Square that you two had frequented on your previous Saturday adventures. He initially suggested that you ride with him, but you declined the offer and opted to drive yourself, much to your dismay. You considered making a wrong turn to head back to your sister's house several times as you followed closely behind him but decided against the outlandish idea.

Pulling into the parking lot, you immediately noticed the sizeable pink skull painted on the side of the brick building. It read "Drink. Eat. Work. Meet" arched across the top with "The" on the forehead, a 2 and 7 in separate eye sockets, "club" on the chin, and the most clever part was the nose which was a cup of steaming coffee. The aesthetic was everything, and you quickly understood why Colson had wanted to bring you to this specific coffee shop. It was edgy and artistic, kind of like you, and he knew you would love it.

"This place is fucking awesome." You gushed, taking in the surrounding interior. The walls were painted pink and accented with black. There were skulls in various places throughout the room, and directly in front of you behind a large circular counter were the associates, wearing "Coffee Dealer" tees, waiting patiently to take your order. Capturing every aspect of the shop, you noticed the music playing. It was a synth-pop-R&B beat accompanied by the voice of Chris Brown and Usher.

"You gon' be my baby Love me, love me crazy Tell me you with it Baby, come and get it Maybe try a new thing And let's spark a new flame."

It was one of those songs that stuck in your memory and could take you back to a specific time and place. You looked over at Colson to find him looking back at you, and you were instantly transported to that cold January night eleven years ago, the night you had first met Colson.

The air was crisp, and the night sky was aglow with the bright city lights of Atlanta. You were visiting your best friend for what was left of your winter break at NYU. She couldn't wait to take you out on the town. So naturally, you both ended up at the Gold Room less than five hours after you had touched down in the Empire State of the South.

The Gold Room was fancy. Golden poles were lining a transparent window rail in the main seating area. Each roped-off section donned eccentric gold couches, chandeliers, and splashy tropical lighting, all of which highlighted the significance of those seated there. You happened to find yourself smack dab in the middle of the distinguished crowd, behind the velvet ropes. All thanks to your gorgeous best friend who had been casually seeing one of the Atlanta Hawks.

"Y/n, don't look now, but that guy over there has been staring at you since we walked in." Your best friend screamed into your ear over the loud music.

"Which one?" You questioned, waiting to turn and look.

"The blonde with the tattoos!" She paused, taking a sip of her drink. She could tell you were waiting for a more descriptive answer. "You'll know which one. He's fine as fuck!" She screamed, causing you to chuckle at her bluntness.

You casually turned to the side to look for the mystery guy, and you were quickly met with his blue eyes. You felt your cheeks flush a bit as he maintained eye contact.

You were beautiful in a way that the other girls in the club weren't. You were confident but not cocky, and your attire was modest but still sexy. You didn't need to be accepted by others, which was apparent in how you carried yourself. Your smile was beaming as you looked back at him, and Colson could have sworn it illuminated even the darkest corners of the room. You were authentically you, and the blue-eyed boy was captivated.

Your eye contact was broken by one of the tall basketball players in your section offering you a glass of champagne. You accepted the drink and made small talk for a moment before quietly excusing yourself to the ladies' room. At least that's what you told your friend, but if you were honest, you were actually looking for those blue eyes. You made your way slowly through the horde of people keeping your eye on the VIP section that the tattooed man occupied. You couldn't see him, so you wandered closer until you were stopped by a husky voice.

"Are you looking for something?" You turned, looking up into the blue eyes you had been searching for.

"Not anymore." You smirked. He was taken aback by your forward response, and you could tell by the look across his face that he was speechless. You chuckled at his expression. "I'm sorry."

"I wasn't expecting you to say that, but I was hoping you would" He laughed. "I'm Colson."

"Y/n."

"Y/n, that's beautiful." He smiled at you. You couldn't tell if it was the champagne coursing through you or the fact that he was extremely handsome, but all you could think about was kissing him. The thought was soon pushed to the back of your mind as you began exchanging information about yourselves. Where you were from, what you were doing in Atlanta, your relationship status'. . .the basics. You two eventually found yourselves halfway through a game of 21 questions in a more private area of the club where you could actually hear each other speak.

"If you could have one 'do over' in your life, what would you do differently?" You inquired.

"Ooh, we're going there now?" He chuckled. "That's easy though, I wouldn't do anything over because then I wouldn't be sitting here with you."

“Smooth.” You chuckled at his cheesy answer.

“Yeah? You see what I did there?” He joked "Ok, my turn. . ." He changed the subject, trying to think of a question quickly. "If there was one piece of advice you could give, what would it be?" You thought for a moment before speaking.

"To always appreciate the little things in life."

"The little things?" he questioned, waiting for you to elaborate further.

"Yeah, you know, like early morning sunrises or late sunsets. The ones where you'll see an array of colors in the sky that you wouldn't normally see." You raved. "Or road trips and motorcycle rides, when you have music in your ears and the wind in your hair. Or the days when you're surrounded by your favorite people, the ones who make you realize that the world isn't such a cold, harsh place." You rambled, and he smiled like a fool.

"The little things that make you realize what life is about and what it means to be alive?" He pondered quietly, contemplating what you had said.

"Yes!" You extolled. "Appreciating the little things makes you enjoy where you are, right now, in the present."

"Enjoy where you are right now," He reiterated. "I like that" A comfortable silence settled in for a moment, and you could hear a catchy synth-pop-R&B beat surging through the room. The voices of Chris Brown and Usher were crystal clear.

"Who said you can't find love in a club? 'Cause I wanna tell them they wrong Come on, just baby, try a new thing And let's spark a new flame."

You both let out a little chuckle at the lyrics, and the next thing you knew, his right hand was on the side of your face pulling you into him. The kiss was magic, chaos, and a little bit of poetry. You felt a fire deep in your bones, and he melted every part of you.

"Hey, Colson!" The barista greeted him, pulling you from your memory of the man standing next to you. You hadn't even noticed, but you two were still staring at each other, and you wondered if the same memory had crossed his mind too.

He turned towards the barista as your eyes continued to explore the coffee shop. That's when you saw it—a mural on the wall situated above black leather dome seats. In large pink letters, "Enjoy where you are right now." and it clicked - this was his coffee shop. . .and he still thought about that night, just like you.

Colson glanced back at you, preparing to order, you smiled at him, and yet again, he could have sworn it illuminated even the darkest corners of the room. You were still authentically you, and the blue-eyed boy was still captivated.

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