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I鈥檇 Walk Through Fire For You (Just Let Me Adore You)
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Firefighter Louis is having an uneventful shift at the station when a call comes in about a devastating fire in a nearby apartment complex. All of his worst nightmares become reality when he realises it鈥檚 where Harry, his best friend who he鈥檚 had a relentless crush on for years, lives, and that said best friend is stuck inside among the flames.
Written as part of the @omegaharryfest
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justnnyx a day ago
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"i've always, always liked you," he says - and suddenly you're in a flower field, like those cliche anime. i mean, it's tsukishima, and he's being SAPPY in front of you! you can't deny, you're a bit flustered. maybe more than flustered. embarrassed? okay, maybe more than that. maybe...
"well?" he asks you. you clam up, oh shit oh shit oh shit no. do you like tsukishima? you gulp. "do you think she'll say yes?" he asks you again.
the flowers withered. "oh, definitely!" you reply. shit. you did. you did like him.
why only now? why only realize now that he's fallen in love with someone else? you've been friend for 5 years!
tsukishima stares at you. "um," he hesitates. "thanks for helping me, y'know, with this."
"no problem, lover boy," you laugh and he grimaces. the air is comfortable between you two, but you feel disconcerted. is this okay? just letting your newfound crush on him be buried under a mound?
"don't call me that."
you guess it's okay. as long as he's here and you're here beside him.
yeah. it's okay.
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vicki-toria-kristal 2 days ago
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guys
what would darius鈥檚 penstagram username be
im writing a fic and i need to know
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effloradox 2 days ago
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everyone i know (goes away in the end)
wilford warfstache x da!reader, darkiplier x da!reader, set post-WKM
Sometimes it's hard to be around Wilford. Everyone who lives in the Manor is of the same opinion in that respect, it's actually one of the few things that everyone can agree on. The moustachioed man has good days, and sometimes great days, but he's also occasionally privy to very, very bad days (as are all of the egos though). It comes as no surprise given everything he's been through, but his habit of disappearing for extended periods of time without warning or explanation worries everyone, including Dark even if he'd very rarely admit it.
It's only happened a few times since you started your residency at Markiplier Manor several years ago, but every time it happens it sends you into a nervous spiral. Logically you know that nothing too bad could happen to Wilford without Dark or The Host knowing, and there's no way it would be kept a secret if something did happen, but it still keeps you up at night sometimes when he's been gone longer than you all consider normal for one of his usual disappearances.
Everyone in the Manor knows your history with the pink-haired reporter, and the two of you's shared history with Dark (or as you initially knew him, Damien and Celine), so you understand why, when Wilford appears back in the grounds of the Manor in a frantic state after being gone for almost a month, it's you that's called for to check up on him and welcome him back home so to speak.
It's not the first time he's been greeted back to the Manor by an old friend (and it definitely won't be the last) but you wish it looked like he remembered any of the last times this had occurred, or indeed that he remembered you. You also wish he wasn't frantically waving a gun around at anything that moved, but as you started to move closer to him, you were honestly more concerned of him accidentally shooting himself than you.
"Wilford?" It's hard to approach slowly enough to not worsen his panic whilst fighting your own growing anxiety that if you don't get close enough to him then something bad is very likely to happen to one of you. You have no doubt that back inside the Manor, the other egos have been gathered together, with The Host no doubt live-narrating what's going on so that if something does happen, everyone is more than ready to intervene.
That knowledge is doing little to comfort you though as Wilford's focus seems to snap to you once you softly utter his name. He starts to shake his head upon seeing you, and his actions suddenly get that bit more frantic.
"No, no. You're not real. You're dead. I-" A strangled sob seems to halt his line of thinking for a moment, and you feel like you don't have the words to explain how heartbreaking it is to see him like this. "I killed you."
"Wil, I'm right here, I'm okay." You put your hands up to show you're not a threat and slowly try to walk towards him, but stop when he backs away from you and points the gun at your approaching form.
"Stay back! You're just another trick! You're all gone, you all left me behind! You, Celine, Damien; you all left me behind!" It's an uncomfortable situation to find yourself in. The memories of what happened at that fateful party all those years ago still haunts you, it still haunts everyone who was present. Your death was traumatic to say the least, but you've always felt more sorry for Wilford regarding that night than yourself. Maybe that's why you think about walking towards him consequences be damned, if Abe can survive a bullet to the heart then what's to say you can't too? Maybe he didn't fully load the gun before teleporting back to the Manor so he wou-
"Wilford." Dark's voice comes from behind you, and it's no surprise that you jump at his sudden appearance. You're thankful for it nonetheless. Maybe The Host sensed that you'd not improve Wil's condition if your mind continued down that spiral and thought a tougher intervention was required. At any other time you'd turn to face your de facto leader, mainly in relief that you're no longer dealing with this nightmare of a situation by yourself, but right now it feels impossible to tear your eyes away from Wilford in case he acts.
"Damien?" You can't help but notice the flicker in Dark's aura at his old name, but aside from that, he gives no indication that anything is out of the ordinary. Seeing Dark seems to settle Wilford if only slightly and when the gun is no longer being pointed in your direction, you deem it appropriate to step forward once more, remembering what you were sent out here to do.
"See Wil? We're fine. Come inside with us."
"But I saw you die. Both of you died! When will you stop haunting me?" It's only when you see Dark's calm facade start to crack that it occurs to you that you've never seen Wilford this bad before and from his reaction you're assuming he's thinking the same thing. He's had bad days, but he's never outright denied you and Dark still being alive. It makes you think that Actor had something to do with this event, that the man has somehow twisted Wilford into believing his delusions. Wilford鈥檚 connection to the present is鈥ragile at the best of times, it has been since the poker night but this is uncharted waters for all of you.
鈥淥ld friend, that was a long time ago. We're all safe now. Just come inside Wil, we can discuss this further in my office." The lack of distortion when Dark speaks feels strange; he sounds鈥uman, more human than he has in years (maybe even decades). It surprises you, and it must have a similar reaction for Wilford because the manic look that's been in his eyes since he showed up slowly starts to fade away and the frantic energy that's clung to him dissipates almost instantly.
Wilford slowly looks more aware of his surroundings and the gentle nod of his head to Dark's proposition is the only sign you need to walk up to him and pull him into a hug. His arms wrap around you instantly and the shudders that start to come from his body as he begins to cry into your shoulder break your heart. It takes everything in you to not start crying too as you start combing your fingers through his hair and tighten your other arm around his waist.
It's the second pair of arms surrounding the two of you that jolts you out of your thoughts, and the brief eye contact you make with Dark when you look away from Wilford that makes you understand the implications of tonight's events. The Actor's planning something for sure, and at some point in the future you'll have to confront Wilford about where he disappeared to for the last month. But for now, the three of you remain outside in a tight embrace, the only sound to be heard is Wilford's crying and constant repetition of the fact he's sorry he forgot the two of you.
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xx-thedarklord-xx 21 hours ago
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You ever read a summary for a fic and just gasp? That鈥檚 the good shit right there
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youlightmeupfinn 2 days ago
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The Trouble With Sixx's 鉃 Ella Sixx
鉃 a/n: so i've been working on this for a few days. and apparently, i wanted to end the night with angst. oh well 馃槀
鉃 warnings: mentions of drug abuse, angst
鉃 summary: When Ella misses band practice, Amber knows something's up. Asking for the help of Ella's dad, Nikki, Amber, and Nikki arrive at Ella's place to discover... She's not doing well.
鉃 characters in this fic: Ella Sixx and Amber Lee
鉃 ages in this fic: Ella (22), Amber (28)
鉃 Amber Lee created by @la-undercover-latina 馃挆
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Amber was the first one to notice the shift in Ella鈥檚 behavior. She had inherited Nikki鈥檚 short temper and sense of control, while also maintaining his strong work ethic. The first red flag was when Ella missed band rehearsal. That was totally unlike her.
鈥淲here is she?鈥 Katie asked Lizzy who was sending the bassist a text.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know 鈥 she turned her read receipts off,鈥 Lizzy irritably exhaled. Amber sat behind the drum kit, spinning the stick around in her hand just as her father was the king of, before setting them down.聽
鈥淚鈥檒l be right back,鈥 Amber announced, stepping out of the room. Pulling out her phone along with a cigarette, she quickly dialed Ella鈥檚 number.聽
鈥淗ey, it鈥檚 Ella. Sorry I missed your call. Leave me a message and I鈥檒l call you back,鈥澛
鈥淓lla, where are you?鈥 Amber said into the phone before hanging it up. She and Ella had a pact, they always kept their location on for one another and their parents, just in case trouble stirred. When Amber clicked on Ella鈥檚 name and saw that her phone was pinged to be still at her house, Amber had a sickening feeling.聽
Retrieving her keys out of her pocket, Lizzy and Katie had just stepped out. 鈥淗ey, where are you doing?!鈥 Lizzy called out, blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 going to find Ella!鈥 Amber replied, jumping over the door to her Ferrari since the top was down and quickly turning the engine over. Racing down the strip, she was aimed for Ella鈥檚 house. On the way, she decided to call the one person who may have an answer.
Nikki.聽
One ring was all it took to get the veteran bassist to answer.聽
鈥淗ey, pipsqueak! What鈥檚 up?鈥 Nikki鈥檚 warm voice greeted Amber.
鈥淗ey, Uncle Nikki,鈥 She smiled at the nickname. 鈥淟isten鈥 Have you talked to Ella today?鈥澛
Nikki paused, the sound of shifting in the background heard. Keys.聽
鈥淣o, why? Is she okay? Did she not show up at rehearsal?鈥 He asked.聽
Amber sank her teeth into her lip. 鈥淣o, she didn鈥檛 show鈥 Her phone says she鈥檚 still at her house, so I鈥檓 headed over there to check up on her.鈥澛
Nikki was already hauling foot out the door.
Amber and Nikki hung up, the race pressured as to who was going to get there first. The drummer knew that Ella had been going through some things recently. What she didn鈥檛 tell people around her, as she struggled with anxiety. She had started keeping her own diary, ripping a page from her father鈥檚 book when the going seemed to get rough. She documented almost everything, and even Amber was clueless as to the information that was concealed on the pages.聽
But Amber did know that Ella had just started dating Sleeping With Sirens bassist, Justin Hills. Right now though, Justin and the boys were on tour, leaving Ella alone boy-wise. Yet that still didn鈥檛 solve the equation of why she missed band rehearsal.聽
When Amber arrived at Ella鈥檚 house, Nikki was coming from the opposite direction. Stepping out, she hurried toward Ella鈥檚 front door, knocking and buzzing the bell multiple times, the palm of her hand beating against the wood.聽
鈥淓lla Rose Sixx, this BETTER be some kinda prank!鈥 Amber yelled out. 鈥淵ou KNOW how evil I can get in a prank war!鈥澛
Nikki walked over, fishing for the key to Ella鈥檚 house. Amber stepped back and allowed the father to unlock the door, his eyes quickly glancing around. When the door opened, the sound of music was faintly heard from the speakers in Ella鈥檚 LA home. Amber鈥檚 eyes gazed around, seeing as the place looking for the most part, okay. Except for the leftover food containers on the counters and her bass stranded on the couch, the place looked normal.聽
鈥淓lla!鈥 Nikki yelled his daughter鈥檚 name. 鈥淐heck downstairs, I鈥檒l check upstairs,鈥 He looked at his niece who quickly nodded. Amber started to search the house. She looked in the pantry, the outdoor patio where the pool was, inside the pool. She checked the bathrooms and the closed garage where her personalized Ferrari was kept. The bassist was nowhere to be found. When she came back through the spacious kitchen, that鈥檚 when Amber鈥檚 heart shattered at the noise she heard.聽
鈥淎MBER!鈥 Nikki screamed from upstairs. Amber swore she had some sort of power activated due to how fast she ran up the stairs when her uncle called her. When she turned the corner, she was greeted with a hurtful sight. Sprawled out on the floor outside of the bedroom was none other than Ella. Nikki was already pulling his little girl into his arms, her limp body cradled in his arms.聽
Without hesitation, Amber raced forward. Falling to her knees, she did the only thing she could think of. She reached out and slapped Ella across the face a few times. 鈥淗EY! Wake up, you idiot!鈥 Amber hissed, popping Ella鈥檚 cheeks. The bassist released the most inhuman noise. It was a cross between a groan and a whimper, her bottom lip pushed forward. Amber examined Ella鈥檚 limbs as Nikki brushed her hair back.聽
鈥淓lla, what the hell is wrong with you?!鈥 Nikki asked his daughter. Her eyeliner was smudged and in streaks down her face, meanwhile, she remained in her state of deprivation.聽
鈥淗mmmphhh?鈥 Ella mumbled, turning her head inward to Nikki鈥檚 chest. Amber groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose in irritation. She gazed around and that鈥檚 when her eye caught the glimpse of a bottle and a white substance on the table beside her door.聽
鈥...Uncle Nikki?鈥 Amber whispered.
Nikki鈥檚 eyes cut over to see the familiar sight. Amber grabbed for the bottle. She remembered that Ella had gotten hurt a few months ago and received painkillers, but she never would鈥檝e taken her cousin to abuse them. Nikki鈥檚 heart clenched as he realized, his daughter had made a grave mistake. She had leftover cocaine on the wooden surface.聽
Not wasting a second longer, Nikki stood to his feet, Ella鈥檚 body flailing. He began walking down the staircase with the young woman in his arms.聽
鈥淲here are you going?鈥 Amber asked.聽
鈥淭o go knock some sense into my daughter,鈥 Nikki said quite sternly. His overprotective mode had surely kicked in, and Amber was quickly following. He loaded her into the passenger鈥檚 seat of his car and was soon speeding off in the direction of his home. As he gazed over at Ella, he shook his head. 鈥淵ou are lucky your mother is gone for a girl鈥檚 weekend鈥︹ He trailed, gripping the steering wheel.
When he made it to his home, Amber pulled in behind him. They got Ella into the house and on the couch where she was slowly starting to come back to reality. Amber watched her enraged uncle move into the kitchen. He fixed a glass of ice-cold water and came stalking back into the room, while also grabbing a copy on hand of his book.
Not wasting a second longer, Amber gasped when Nikki threw the glass of water onto Ella. The bassist screamed, and immediately her eyes popped open.聽
鈥淲HAT THE HELL!?鈥 She erupted, her entire face drained of color. Nikki held the bottle of her prescribed pills in her hand.聽
鈥淚 should be asking YOU that!鈥 Nikki looked at his daughter.聽
Ella gazed around, her eyes drifting between Amber and Nikki.
鈥淒-dad? Amber?鈥 She looked at them.聽
Nikki gritted his teeth. 鈥淐ocaine, Ella?! Seriously?!鈥 He exclaimed. 鈥淎nd it seems as if you鈥檙e abusing your medication?鈥 He shook the bottle with only one pill left in it. The two bassists were looking at each other, but Ella was frantically searching for a way out. She deterred her gaze from her father鈥檚 boiling stare and instead zeroed in on Amber who was glancing down at her nervously.聽
鈥淲hy did you call him?鈥 She asked.聽
Amber rolled her eyes.聽
鈥淓lla, you didn鈥檛 show up to rehearsal. Look, you鈥檝e been in and out of it the last few days鈥 Weeks, actually, since you got on these,鈥 Amber said, taking the bottle from Nikki鈥檚 hands and shaking it. 鈥淲hat else was I supposed to do?鈥澛
Nikki rubbed his face. He never wanted this for her. Ella could feel the anger pouring from her father yet she remained planted in her spot, unable to move. She didn鈥檛 want it either.聽
Glancing down at the copy of The Heroin Diaries, Nikki tossed it onto the coffee table, causing it to make a loud thud as the book hit the glass. 鈥淵ou remember reading this, don鈥檛 you? Do you remember the HELL I went through back then?鈥 He looked down at Ella. 鈥淚 NEVER wanted this for you OR Jude, but ESPECIALLY you,鈥 His voice was full of disappointment and if there was anything Ella Sixx hated more鈥 It was Nikki being disappointed in her.聽
Her bottom lip started to tremble. She knew she had developed a problem. While the pain killers hardly numbed the ache she felt, she had turned toward cocaine for a bit of a release. And while she knew it was a road that could take her to darker and much scarier places, she saw the look on Nikki鈥檚 face and it triggered something in her brain.聽
Nikki watched the quiver in her lips before her green eyes that matched his entirely watered, developing a shine that he hated to see. Amber looked between the two, seeing as Ella was on the verge of breaking.聽
鈥淚-I鈥檓 s-sorry,鈥 The voice of his little girl sounded. Hidden behind the shell of the woman she had blossomed into was the little girl who used to sit on his lap while he played bass, plucking strings as she created her own music. It was the little girl whose hand he held as he walked her into the first day of kindergarten, only to have her latch her arms around his legs and beg him not to leave her. It was the little girl who was a mirrored image of himself, an image that oftentimes scared him if he wasn鈥檛 careful. And it was the little girl, who no matter how old she got, would always need her daddy to guide her.聽
And the moment she blubbered out, 鈥淒addy,鈥 Nikki caved. He wrapped Ella up in his arms and pulled her close to him. Amber took it as an indicator to give them some space, choosing to walk outside into the lavish backyard of the Sixx home where her aunt had recently decorated the outdoor pool area. Glancing around, she could hear the uncontrollable sobs that echoed from Ella鈥檚 mouth as she clutched her fingertips around the sleeves of her father鈥檚 shirt.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 s-so sorry,鈥 Ella apologized. 鈥淚 shouldn鈥檛 have done it. I-I 鈥 please don鈥檛 be mad at me, please,鈥 She begged him.聽
鈥淪weetheart, I鈥檓 not mad鈥 I鈥檓 disheartened, but I could never be mad at you. If you felt like it was getting too much for you, you should鈥檝e come to me. Out of anyone in this world, I would've understood,鈥 He whispered as he ran his fingers through her jet-black hair.聽
She pulled back and felt as Nikki leaned forward to kiss her forehead. 鈥淎re you going to be okay, or do we need to see about you getting some help?鈥澛
Ella contemplated as Nikki gave her the choice. She knew if she stayed in that large home of hers alone, she would succumb.聽
鈥淐-Can I stay here with you and Mom?鈥 She asked with another break in her voice. 鈥淚-I can鈥檛 at my house by myself, not with鈥 Dad, I have it at the house,鈥 She admitted to him, rubbing her eyes. 鈥淚t鈥檚 in my house,鈥澛
Nikki sighed. 鈥淲e鈥檒l take care of it, Ella,鈥 He promised her. 鈥淚'll get Amber or your mom to grab some of your things. You can stay with us as long as you need to鈥 Does Justin know?鈥
Ella shook her head.聽
Nikki nodded, hugging her close. 鈥淟isten, I love you, okay? You鈥檙e better than this. This is a dark and twisted road that you don鈥檛 want to be on. You鈥檙e better off without it,鈥 He encouraged her.聽
Ella nodded as she hurried upstairs to her bedroom that Nikki and his wife never swapped around to fix herself back up. Amber walked inside when she saw Ella had cleared the room.聽
鈥淚s she going to be okay, Uncle Nikki?鈥 Amber asked, biting at her nails.
Nikki sighed, nodding his head.聽
鈥淪he鈥檒l be fine鈥 The trouble with Sixx鈥檚, let me tell you,鈥 He admitted, rubbing his face.
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secondlastpsycho 4 months ago
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you wrote this instead of sleeping? i'm gonna read it instead of sleeping
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idkwhatimdoingaye 5 months ago
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You mean I have to write it first?!
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max-escaping-reality a year ago
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Oh hello there, fic idea that I'm gonna fantasize about for days/weeks on end but not write. Nice of you to drop by
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fckedbutnotalone 2 months ago
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ao3survey22 2 months ago
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lalahasthoughts 6 months ago
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The grumpy/sunshine trope is unbeatable and no one can tell me otherwise. That shit has me in a chokehold.
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soursoppi 3 months ago
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soppi has written more fic!! post-canon Xicheng switching this time around :)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37191928/
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deheerkonijn 3 months ago
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Some doodles from before I wrote Balcony Etiquette 8)
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im-just-star-dust 4 months ago
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I love how, after everything thats happened in the mcu. People are still making fics where they all live together in the tower and no one died. Like, yes! I do wanna see buck and tony becomming somewhat friends. I wanna see sam being captian america with steves support. I wanna see all my friends still alive and happy and having movie nights. This genre of mcu fics is my favorite!! Plz never stop writing this!
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darkverrmin 16 days ago
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"I'm sorry for the long comment on your fic-"
Please don't be?? I mean, you actually take the time to write paragraphs about something I wrote?? It's so cool?? I cry happy tears when I get comments like this on my fics??
Here's to the people who write long comments on fics, you're one of the reasons I keep writing 馃挮
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christywantspizza 24 days ago
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- happy daddy -
Rating: Explicit聽[MINORS DNI]
Type: Smut with Feels
Pairing: Daddy Ari Levinson x Female Reader
Summary:聽You and Ari spent the whole afternoon waiting for your guests to leave so you could jump each other's pants, and when they do... just read the tags, I don't know what came over me.
Word Count:聽2909
Tags and Warnings:聽Explicit sexual content; d/s dynamic; mention of semi-public sex; vaginal fingering; vaginal penetration; dirty talk (like a lot); daddy kink; innocence, corruption and breeding kink (all play pretend but it's there); brief mention of lactation kink (blink and you miss it but it's there); praise; one use of the term slut very affectionately;power bottom and power top (somehow, i have no idea how this happened. i mean i do. ari is how it happened, he does things to me)
My Masterlist聽|聽My Ao3聽
A.N.: All praise and blame goes to @howdoyousleep3 for sending me a message saying "just the tip, just a finger, just a little taste" and "ask nicely, Daddy". What was I supposed to do? Not go feral? You can actually also blame her for all my daddy kink fics in general because her writing taught me to be shameless about it. Two great examples that were certainly a lot of inspiration for this fic were episodes of one my favorite series: Daddy Steve and Baby Bucky with a breeding kink and innocence role-play. Love you, K, thank you for always enabling my filth and for being such a sweet and inspiring person 鉂わ笍 Thank you also to @sidepartskinnyjeans for reading this and leaving the best comments on the doc, as usual 馃槏
Ari pushed your hips against the counter and groaned in your ear, trailing hot, wet kisses down your neck.
You'd hosted a barbecue at your house with some friends and after some beers he just wouldn't leave you alone. Grabbing your ass anytime he could, staring at you from across the room with a look that would soak your panties, if you still had them, which you didn't because he'd pulled you into the bathroom and fingered you to completion, keeping them in his pocket for the rest of the afternoon. Gonna smell you on my fingers every time I take a sip. You choked on your drink when less than ten minutes later you met his gaze as he finished eating a piece of the cake you'd made and he sucked on the tips of his fingers to clean them, complimenting you in front of everyone, Delicious, love the cream you make. Where was the nearest hole? You needed to hide.
When your last guest finally left, the only question was if he'd bend you over the couch or the kitchen island, because you for sure weren't making it to the bedroom. The island it was.
"Wearing this fucking dress, looking so fucking pretty, you drive me crazy, kitten."
"Daddy鈥" you whined as you felt him press his still clothed cock against your ass, already so hard.
"Couldn't think of anything else but this pussy the entire time, you got me drunk on you, baby."
"Oh yes, you're definitely drunk," you giggled.
"Cheeky little-" a sharp slap and grab on your asscheek made you yelp, and you rocked back against him.
"We can't, we have to clean up," you teased.
"Oh, no, baby, c'mon, give Daddy what he needs."
"And what do you need, Daddy?" You loved when he got this needy and desperate, it was so fun to tease him, even if you both knew you'd spread your legs for him in the blink of an eye.
"Oh you wanna hear me say it? I'll say it." He turned you around suddenly and lifted you up, setting you down on the marble counter. "I want inside this warm cunt that just pulls me in every fucking time." He spread your legs wide and brought two thick fingers to run along your folds and sink into you slowly. "See? She loves me, anything I give her, my tongue, my fingers, this fat cock." He brought your hand to feel him through his jeans, cock throbbing underneath the fabric as he fingered you. "Need her so much, kitten, let me have it, yes? Let me get my mouth on her, make her really fucking messy, hum?"
"Yes, yes, Daddy." You kept stroking his crotch, already drooling at how you could picture his cock, thick and hard, a drop of precum at the tip. You wanted to feel it so fucking bad.
"You're gonna pull on my hair? Grind against my face? So greedy, even when Daddy's already buried in you, you still want more."
"Only because my Daddy does it so well."
He grinned at you like you'd just given him a gift. "Yeah, baby, you like what Daddy does to you? How well he treats this perfect body?"
"Love it so much, I have the best Daddy." His free hand grabbed at your nape to pull you into a filthy kiss.
He squatted down and drew a path of kisses and hickeys from your knees to the top of your thighs. "You look so beautiful like this, baby, just dripping for me." His thumb drew lazy circles around your clit and your hands predictably flew to his hair as soon as he swiped his tongue up your slit. 鈥淚'd be between these legs all day if I could."
He licked up and down between your folds a couple times before his tongue slipped inside you. The room was filled with your moans and the sound of him loudly devouring you. Ari always got so sloppy when he was a bit tipsy and riled up from a day spent laughing and shooting the shit with your friends. A happy drunk Daddy was a messy Daddy. And you loved him.
As you got close to your orgasm, his mouth and his hand switched places and he fingered you once again as he sucked greedily on your clit. You pushed him against you, thrusting your hips forward and tightening your legs around his head, the scratch of his beard a sharp contrast to the softness of his tongue, helping drive you to the edge.
He rubbed the sensitive spot inside you again and again until you were gushing all over his face. Ari came up to kiss you as you reached your peak, both of his hands working every drop of pleasure out of you as you tasted yourself on his tongue and he trapped your lower lip between his own, sucking on the sensitive flesh.
When your pleasure subsided, you pulled his t-shirt off him and kissed him languidly, weaving your hands through his hair, letting them run down over his chest hair, savoring your post-orgasmic haze against his warm body as he pawed at your thighs and your ass, pulling you against him.
Your hands eventually found their way to his belt, quickly unbuttoning his pants and reaching for your prize. He thrust into your hand, desperate for any friction he could get.
You guided him towards your entrance, just rubbing his tip slowly up and down your drenched folds, mewling weakly when it went over your sensitive clit. "You want it, Daddy?"
"Yes, fuck, baby, c'mon, let me in, or I think I'm gonna blow my load right here." His fingers were leaving their mark on your thighs with how tight he was gripping you.
"So soon, Daddy?" Your pout made him grunt, pulling his full lower lip between his teeth.
"I've been hard for hours, thinking of what to do with this beautiful body." His face rubbed up down your neck with the sole purpose of making you feel his beard, making you shiver, as he knew he would.聽
You wanted to tease him but your resolve was weak. He knew there was nothing more you wanted than to let him fuck you, give in to him.
"Good daddies get rewards. You should make sure to ask nicely."
"Kitten, please, let Daddy in, just a bit. Just the tip, baby." Fuck, not this. Everything but this. Having him throbbing and leaking in your hand, smearing your mess around, those big fucking hands holding onto you, and his deep velvet voice in your ear begging to slide in just the tip鈥 Ugh, it was like he was corrupting you, begging for a crumb like that, too desperate to have you not to defile you. This man was going to ruin you.
You let him slide in, just an inch, before you stopped him again, your hand sliding up and down his length, jerking him off as your tight heat clenched the sensitive head. A deep, guttural groan erupted from his chest, and his hand flew to your nape and squeezed.
It was like he was turning into an animal bit by bit the more you pushed him. But you weren't over.
"It's stretching me out so much, Daddy." His cock throbbed in your hand, his forehead scrunched up with the effort of not just driving into you. "If I let you in more you'd have to go slowly, you don't wanna hurt me."
"Fuck!" His knees faltered and he had to support himself on the table. Your heart leapt watching him come undone for you. "Never, sweetheart, I'll be careful, so careful. Would never hurt you, Daddy always takes care of you." Both his hands cupped your face to drop soft kisses all over it, a gentleness that tugged on your heart strings in the middle of such a debauched scene. Because happy, drunk, messy Daddy was still, before anything else, your Daddy.
"Yes, you do Daddy, always so gentle, so good to me." You kissed along the expanse of his chest, releasing his cock and running your hands up his sides. A smile grew on your lips when he didn鈥檛 move, not until you told him to. Good Daddy. You bit the bottom of his ear lightly before whimpering, "Get inside me, Daddy, make your girl feel good."
Even you didn鈥檛 believe he would keep up with the play and not just fuck into you, you were ready to drop it. However, he did slide in excruciatingly slow, stopping along the way to pull back and little and thrusting gently on that spot before continuing and again and again, as if he was truly trying to get you used to him before he ruined you.
"Is that okay, baby? You're feeling good?"
"So good, so good."
"I knew you would, this pussy was made for me, sweetheart, takes me so well." He finally bottomed out, staying still deep inside you for a moment, enjoying how your walls clenched around him, and you purred Daddy, Daddy. "I know, baby, it's a lot, isn't it?" His nose brushed against yours and he kissed you, sucking on your trembling bottom lip.
He started to thrust into you gently, reveling in the noises you let out, kissing down your neck and shoulders, the top of your arms, any inch of skin he could reach. He chuckled against your skin when you pulled him into you with your legs, once again proving that his sweet girl could never deny him for long, even to play pretend.
Ari gradually started to fuck into you faster, pulling the fabric of your cleavage to the side to reveal your breast and suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth. He growled against the soft skin when the angle wasn't letting him do it the way he wanted.
You were suddenly empty, having only the few seconds it took him to remove the rest of his clothes to complain, before two big hands underneath your buttcheeks lifted you and he told you to wrap your arms around his neck. He carried you to the couch and sat down, making you straddle him and lower yourself on his cock.
A surprised yelp escaped you as his hands stayed in place and he was practically fucking you on his cock like a doll, his mouth finally full of your soft beast, like he鈥檇 intended.
His strength and his mouth on you had you reaching your peak at a breaking neck speed and he continued to make you bounce on him as your orgasm washed over you.
"That's it, making such a mess on my cock, kitten." He laid you stretched out on the couch and your brain was fuzzy as he moved you, maneuvering your legs to line himself up again and slide in, your body pliant under his touch. "So sweet, baby, love you so much." Another deep kiss brought your attention back, while your body was still jelly. "You just lay there, let Daddy get his, yes?"
"Yes, Daddy, want you feeling good."
"I am, kitten. Always feel so good when you're wrapped around me."
Your fingers stroked his beard as he kissed you, licking into your mouth and then wrapping his mouth around your tongue, sucking on it, knowing how that always went straight to your core. He chuckled when he felt you clench around him, triumphant in how he knew exactly what would rile you up, and started fucking faster into to you, chasing his pleasure. But, as you'd already proven today, you also knew him pretty well, and a daring idea sprouted in your mind. If you were still in full command of your brain, you would probably be too embarrassed to try it, but, since Ari had fucked it out of you, you didn't even have to think twice.
"Are you close, Daddy?"
"Yes, so close, kitten." His voice strained as his body was tensing up, ready for release.
"Don't forget to pull out, Daddy, you don鈥檛 wanna get me pregnant."
His hips faltered and came to a halt as he hissed at you, "What did you say?"
"I let you do it without a condom, Daddy, but you promised to pull out, remember?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. She's gonna fucking kill me. You smiled mischievously at him, waiting for him to get his brain into gear and pick up what you were putting down. And when he did鈥
"I did, baby, but this warm cunt feels so good." His hips were pistoning into you again. "Are you sure you don't want it?" His face was rubbing at your neck once again and his voice got deeper, hungrier, as he spoke, "Don't you want Daddy's baby? You'd make such a beautiful mommy, all full of me."
"Daddy鈥"
"I wanna see you big and round with our child, sweetheart, these tits are gonna look even better." He kneaded one of your breasts and pulled on your nipple, making you cry out.
"Will you- Will you suck on them like you just did, Daddy?"
"Fuck! Is that what you want, want Daddy sucking on your tits?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Do you still want Daddy pulling out?"
"No, no, Daddy, don't!"
He lifted his head to look you in the eye, mirroring the smile you gave him before. "Then ask nicely, kitten." Motherf-聽
"Come inside me, Daddy, please, fill me up. Give me a baby, Daddy!"
"Where do you want it, show me."
Your hands flew to your belly, rubbing it over the scrunched up fabric of your dress. "Here, Daddy, want it in my belly, want it to grow with our baby inside."
"You know I can't say no when you beg so pretty." He guided your hands under your knees so you'd hold your legs spread for him,聽 and he started to drop all his weight in every thrust, going impossibly deep and making you cry out. "This is how we make a baby, kitten." One of his hands stayed by the side of your head, supporting him, as the other sneaked under your dress to grab onto the soft fat at the bottom of your belly - a part of you he'd always insist he loved, when he saw you suck it in, looking at the mirror. "Gonna come deep inside you, feed this hungry pussy and stay there, make sure you keep it all in, give us our baby."
"Yes, Daddy, it's so deep, you're gonna get me pregnant." In trying to play Ari, you'd clearly played yourself, words spilling out of you with no filter, your walls tightening around him as you approached yet another orgasm.
"Are you gonna come? Gonna come because Daddy said he'd put a baby in you? You're so easy for me, kitten, such a sweet slut, just want to be owned, don't you? You wanna go around knowing everybody can see you're taken, I know you do." There was nothing for you to do but mewl high and needy, tears running down the sides of your face. "Come with me, baby, milk my cock, c'mon, show me how much you want my baby."
His hand moved down so his thumb could press on your clit and your body shook as you came for the fourth time, feeling him spill inside you too, both of you shouting out your pleasure as you held on to each other.
He was panting loudly, exhausted, lowering his body fully into yours as you wrapped your legs and arms around him, welcoming the soothing weight to help you calm down after having your body so violently rocked.
He felt so heavy inside you too, the warm come inside you making you clench around him in the aftershocks. It had been such a filthy scene but you felt so connected to him, emotional.
"Shhh, baby, it's okay, it was a lot, you did so good." His thumb swiped away the fresh tears you didn't notice you were spilling, his other hand slipping under your head to gently squeeze at your nape, the tips of his fingers stroking you softly.
His gaze demanded your attention, so intense, so piercing, and he made a show out of inhaling deeply and letting the air out slowly, until you started mimicking him, calming down your heart rate, relaxing your body.
He smiled softly and dropped his lips to rub against yours, whispering sweet praises between soft kisses.
You stayed for a long time like that, until he was sure you'd both be okay. As you looked at him, his head on your chest, face turned up to look at you, and stroked his hair, you knew that it was all just a dirty fantasy for now but, if you were ever ready for the real thing, there was no one else you'd want it with. Ari was the one for you, and maybe you weren't ready for a baby, but you were sure ready for the next big step.
A lump formed in your throat before you let out the words, never thinking this would be how it happened. "Ari, I wanna-"
"No, don't say it." He brought a thumb over your lips, reading you in ways that made your heart swell. "I know, baby. I have everything ready, let me do it right."
You relaxed your head back, letting him kiss you. Happy Daddy and happy you.
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secondlastpsycho 3 months ago
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to : fic writers
subject : motorcycle rides
if you're sitting behind the rider, grabbing onto their shoulders makes it uncomfortable for them and holding onto their waist is uncomfortable for you. you don't really need to hold anywhere, you can just lean your upper body forward and your balance will be fine.
that being said please don't stop writing fics with the 'hold on tight, don't want you falling for anyone else' trope, like i'm begging you to never stop writing it like that
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imthebadguyyy 7 days ago
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late night talking
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pairing/ harry styles x reader (sixth member!fem!reader)
fandom/ one d, harries 馃
synopsis/ harry and you've been doing some late night talking.
a/n - fav song on harry's house right now : )
harry wasn't a hundred percent sure what was happening. it was you, just you. y/n, his band mate and best friend. and love of his life that annoying voice in his head whispered and he swatted away at nothing, earning curious looks from mitch and sarah.
the tone of the facetime call was soothing and nerve wrecking, as he waited for your familiar face to pop up on the screen. glancing at the clock, he swore slightly under his breath. it was nearly 2 am, were you even awake?
his question was answered when the answer shwoop caught his attention, and after a few blurry pixels, before clearing up and morphing into your face. his heart sped up at the sight of your hair, ruffled and messy, and the slight swell of your sleepy eyes.
"ello babe, did i wake ya?" he asked, watching as you hummed a soft no in response, the stretch of your arms giving away the truth : you were, in fact, asleep. "no?? then why'd you look like death reincarnated?" he smirked, watching as you rolled your eyes.
"oh bugher off harold, fine i was sleeping but i'm awake now" you grumbled at the grinning man on your phone screen, ignoring the butterflies in your tummy at that cheshire cat grin. that stupid, stupid, Cheshire cat grin.
"sorry, didn't mean to wake ya" he mumbled, feeling a twinge of guilt. "nah, s'okay, i gotta get to the studio anyway" you replied, watching as his eyes brightened.
"you're in the studio soon? whacha working on?" he asked, watching as you began to move about turning on your mushroom bedside lamp, something he realized with a blush, was gifted to you by him.
"yeah, thought it was time to haul my ass to the studio before the fans have my 'ead on a stake" you replied, hearing his deep laugh resonate through the speaker.
"been working on a few ballads, a r n b ish song, slight kehlani vibes and then ive done a 180掳 with something that sounds like it's off a bon jovi or queen album" you snorted, and harry felt that familiar fondness rise in his chest.
"kehlani, bon jovi, freddie mercury and ballads. 'can already see it making sense" he giggled, and you laughed. "yeah, hasn't really come together yet, but m'hoping it does soon" you confided, feeling a little worry creep into your heart.
"all okay darlin?" he asked, watching as your pretty eyes clouded over a little bit. "no, s'okay, just a little concerned 'cuz i havent released a song in a bit, don't know how the fans'll respond" you admitted, biting down on your thumb, your nervous tick.
he caught on immediately. "hey, look at me, s'okay. whatever you put out, theyre gonna love it. your fans adore ya darlin' and they'll be glad to get new content. and i know i can't wait for it either" he smiled softly at you, seeing the way your shoulders visibly relaxed and that sparkle reappeared in your eyes.
"thank you haz. y'always know what to say, don't ya?" you smiled, seeing him flush slightly.
"well, i learnt from the best didnt i?" he replied, and you felt that slight light headedness again. why did he make you feel so...giddy? so happy? so comfy? he was just harry, your best friend, your band mate and now, your superstar best friend. it wasn't as though you felt this way with liam, louis, niall or even zayn.
this was different. this was electric. this was safe.
this was home.
*:锝ワ緹鉁*:锝ワ緹鉁*:锝ワ緹鉁*:锝ワ緹鉁*:锝ワ緹鉁*:锝ワ緹鉁
you groaned in frustration as the note rang off into dead silence again. this bridge was going to kill you, you were sure of it. your eyes travelled to the clock in the studio, sighing as you registed the time, 2:58 am. had you really been in the studio for ten hours straight? apparently, yes.
feeling the same strings of tiredness begin to pull you into the warm tendrils of sleep, you shook yourself awake. you absolutely had to finish this today. it had been put off for far too long.
before you knew it, frustrated tears were forming in your eyes and you blinked them away furiously. reaching for your phone, deciding to call the only one person who could help you through something like this : harry.
you bit your thumb nervously again as his facetime tone resonated. maybe it was too late in the night to be calling him. just as your fingers hovered over the end button, the sound of the answer tone snapped your attention, and harry's familiar curls came into view for you again.
to your surprise it looked as though he was very much awake. it was bright, and the lights in his room were all on. a room, you realized, was anne's living room.
"oh, m'sorry haz, didn't know you were visiting your mum. I'll call you back later, hmm?" you said, feeling guilty creep into you. he rarely got to spend time with his mum, and here you were, about to burden him with your own troubles.
"don't be silly, s'okay. no one here's asleep anyway" he mumbled, and gemma and anne's faces popped into the screen behind him.
"hello darling, all okay?" anne's familiar voice made you smile. she had been your second mum when one direction was created, always there with an extra cookie for you, and some motherly advice whenever you needed it. gemma had been your go to one d sister, simply because you clicked together so well.
"all good here, what about you guys? havent got a chance to catch up in a while, m'sorry" you replied, smiling at the three brunettes on your screen.
"oh dont worry at all hun, it's totally understandable!" gemma answered, blowing a kiss through the screen.
"thank ya gem, I'll meet you soon!" "I'll let you get back to curly over here" she smiled, throwing her brother a glance.
it was obvious to both the women that harry was deeply in love with you. he had been talking about you non stop but in all honesty, they had all seen that spark between the two of you since the one d days. but that spark had ignited into a flame, much to their delight.
bidding you and harry their goodnights, they made their way upstairs, leaving you to talk to harry in peace.
"all okay babe? s'pretty late no?" he asked, concern laced with every syllable.
"I'm okay, its just... i can't figure out this damn song and i just feel like a failure" you whispered the last bit, watching as hurt flashed in his eyes. "oh bubby.." he cooed softly, watching as tears welled in your eyes again.
"s'okay to not be able to figure out a song at times. i struggle with it too. but just cuz one song isn't working out for ya sure as hell doesnt mean you're a failure. yer one of the best musicians in the game, so don't you say that ever again. broke my heart for a second out there, all sad on your pretty face" he said, and you felt that familiar flush of heat rise up in you.
"ya think I'm pretty?" you teased, watching as he smirked at you, the pixels doing a grave injustice to his beauty.
"always thought you were pretty, just never said it out loud i guess" he finished, eyes tracing the sparkle in your own.
you flushed. he smirked. he felt peace. he was already at home, but with you? he was always home.
*:锝ワ緹鉁*:锝ワ緹鉁*:锝ワ緹鉁*:锝ワ緹鉁*:锝ワ緹鉁*:锝ワ緹鉁
harry reclined in his chair, listening to the same beat for the thousandth time. it was just him, mitch, and kid harpoon in the studio. it was quiet, but in a good way.
the only thing was he had a constant distraction : you.
every song he had written for his album, if he listened hard enough, had traces of you in it. but there was one song he kept coming back to, and it was the same song that he couldn't finish.
your late night conversations had become a regular thing. and he couldnt imagine not having those conversations.
it could be the simplest things, his day, your day, music, ice cream, or even deep conversations. they felt like home.
"so, anything going on between you and y/n?" mitch asked casually, quirking an eyebrow up when his best friend began to choke and splutter. it was quite hilarious to watch him deny his feelings for his band mate. it was so blatantly obvious to everyone but then, it was painfully funny to watch the both of you jump in circles around each other.
"w-wha? of course not, she's my best friend mitch, no offense" he joked, ignoring the pull in his chest. "yeah right, as if" he scoffed. "haz, we can all see it so clearly, how have you not said anything to her her??" mitch continued, exasperated at the Brit.
"because she doesn't feel the same" he admitted, head hanging low in the dim light. "bullshit" his producer interupted. "i know you two like to do this thing where you look like lovey dovey puppies when you look at each other, and pine after each other because youre too stupid to admit your feelings, but for the love of god, if i see you look like a kicked puppy and sigh one more time over her i will tell her you love her myself" he threatened, earning a whine from harry and a whine from mitch.
"maybe, i should tell her then?" harry mused, earning cries of "finally!" from his two friends. "oh fuck off" he smiled, poking them in the shoulders.
"what are you waiting for man, call her!" mitch interjected, making him reach for his phone.
"alright, alright, i will" harry said, trying to hide the grin on his face.
"oh and also, i figured out the title of the song" was all he said, before he slipped into the booth.
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a few weeks later, you lay curled up on harry's couch, said man in question resting his head on your tummy as you waited for him to play you the song he had promised he would.
"you really wrote a song for me?" you asked, a shy grin playing on your lips.
"no lovie, i wrote an album for you" he replied cheekily, heart warming as you got flustered and pressed a kiss to his hair. "m'honoured hazza" you whispered, running your fingers through his thick curls, making him smile.
"i think all my future albums would be about you darlin', you're not getting rid of me are ya?" he whispered back, reaching up to trace your jaw.
"i've stuck with you for eleven years now, what's a few decades more?" you replied, feeling your love for him plunge into something deeper when his eyes sparkled with happiness.
"a few more decades. i could live with that" he smiled back at you. leaning up to meet your lips in a soft kiss. it felt so right, to feel your warm, soft lips pressed against his own, the taste of your cherry lip balm sweet and tart together. it was intoxicating, sweet, and delicious.
your lips tasted like home. for so long, he had wished he could kiss you anytime, anywhere, and now he could.
you were his home. harry's home. hence the title, harry's house.
"whats the song you're gonna play me bubs?" you asked, pulling apart softly. his lips twisted into a mischievous grin.
"late night talking"
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idkwhatimdoingaye 5 months ago
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Thinking about writing counts as working on your fic right?
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