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#i was going to draw more but i realized how many hands that would be
pururing · 3 days
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Hi everyone, thank you so much for your supportive messages. I'm not sure if it's okay to answer since I don't allow anonymous questions, so I didn't. I'll go thank you personally later when I have time.
I was pretty upset yesterday and will be thinking about what to do for a while(probably just sit and wait for the next episode for now), but thanks to a few people who were willing to speak up, I had a much better day for you. It means a lot to me that you took the risk of getting involved in a needless dispute and did this.
I think most of the communication failures start with the disagreement that Asians can't be whiter than Caucasians (I'm not convinced of this, so I prefer the way it's portrayed in the show).
And when I said that children tend to have lighter skin than their parents, I meant that they are generally lighter because they haven't seen much sunlight yet. They will change as they grow, This is due to the experience of watching many children(mostly my baby sibling and cousins) and my own growing up experience. but perhaps my translator mistranslated it as "getting lighter as they older" which is opposit of what I tried to tell, and I didn't catch it, so there was some miscommunication.
As I mentioned, I'm just working from what I see on the screen. I did find some pictures that suggest that Jee may look brighter than maddie, but I won't upload them here because the gif creator may be offended that I'm dragging his work into this debate. (My google search was jee maddie. If anyone wants to look it up.)
I don't think there's any more controversy to be had, and I'm sure anyone who disagrees with me has already blocked me, so I'm going to try something a little different. Here's the real reason for my boring and long post.
I wanted to clarify that I am very careful with racial descriptions.
As I said before, I'm a mainstream Korean and because of this, I grew up in an atmosphere that was pretty indifferent to other cultures and countries. When I became an adult, I was fortunate enough to have friends from Europe, America, Canada, Latin America, Southeast Asia, etc. I was quite shocked. The world is so much bigger and more diverse than what I had conceptually known. And that people in those cultures are very proud of their identity. And I really respect it.
After that realization, I could have gone back to living a normal life in Korea, but unfortunately, I was born to be a fanartist, and I started to like foreign content instead of Korean content. (like Japanese, Chinese, English-based content, etc.).
I learned about how some effective but insensitive depictions can be historically and realistically offensive and unpleasant experiences for certain races. The problem is that there are a lot of small details that you really don't notice if you're not a party to them, especially since so many discussions are primarily in English and the information curated by a few active people and translated into our social media is where most of our knowledge comes from, so we can offend people without even trying.
I am very aware of this and am open to input from others in this regard. I am very cautious about drawing a race I don't know in the first place, so I try to avoid realistic depictions. But on the other hand, the "cartoon" style I've been taught actually leads me to omit many features. Age, body type, beauty. So this is the style I've adopted when I want to draw fanart of works based on real people, especially if they're multiracial (especially since I've always been more of a comic artist than an illustrator.) I wish I was a better artist and had more options, but honestly, this is my limit. Sorry.
I would like to apologize if anyone feels hurt or upset by any of my non-Asian characters and thinks they are too stereotypical, don't look like them at all, or are too ridiculous.(Even white people. I was taught that there are many differences and histories even among people who are considered white.)
I really don't want to use my art style as a shield to justify any depiction of race, and I'm worried that someone might get the wrong idea that I have such an opinion.
All of my intentions are simply to make sure that no one in the fandom is offended by the artwork, and to provide some lighthearted entertainment that is just a good laugh at a silly cartoon.
Sometimes people wonder why we invest so much passion into a character on screen, but it's a great feeling to share and empathize with someone who feels the same way. Especially when they have something in common with you. That's why I cared so much about Jee and Chimney even though I'm primarily a Buddie shipper. I don't know a lot about immigrants, but I found it very funny and entertaining that he immigrated when he was 5 years old, his family moved back to Korea, and his father video calls from his very traditional grandfather's room. Despite the many inaccuracies, it's fun to see someone try this hard. I will say here that I am very cautious when drawing other races because I understand that my inaccurate depictions can create an unpleasant experience for others, especially if they feel a strong connection to them.
So, I'm not sure what I will do in the future or when I will draw and share more, but if anyone finds any depictions in my future drawings that may be offensive, I will be open to being corrected. I just don't want my Korean identity to be infringed upon by claims that I don't resemble the way "Asian stereotypes" are drawn. (There's a reason I say Korean identity, not Asian or East Asian. The history here is too complex to group into one word…) I will respect others and you will respect me. That's all I want.
Anyway, that's all I have to say. I am aware that my upbringing inevitably narrows my perspective, and I don't want to use my people of color or non-Western culture as a weapon to further an agenda of agency that I don't have.
If anyone is still reading, thanks for the long read. really. And I'm sorry for bringing conflict into the fandom.
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longtallglasses · 6 hours
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some miwi headcanons just bc !
i see young mike as kind of loud and not realizing how loud (and annoying) his yelling near people is (ie karen yelling in s1 “mike let’s go!” “COMING!!!”) however he quickly learns not to yell around will, adopting his softer voice for him BUT
in school he’s constantly calling over to will “will come here” “will sit next to me” “will! over here! look at this!” trying to get his attention “will, will, hey will…” other kids are like dude shut up… so many kids know will’s name who’ve never seen him, and mike’s thought of as that kid who’s always calling out for his friend.
i’m an avid rock collector!mike enjoyer. on the playground, in the forest, at the park, at the lake. he’s picking up all the cool ones, storing them away for very important scientific reasons like “this one’s shiny in A Different way!” he sets aside his favorites to show and give to will, very much in the style of a cat bringing a dead rodent to their owner, like “got something special just for you :) a Very Cool Rock :)” will loves how much mike enjoys it and is very excited to receive them, feeling quite special.
will loves stuffed animals (i mean we been knew) when he was younger they all had names and backstories, interpersonal drama and storylines he played out. two stuffed cats he definitely thought of as him and mike subconsciously, as they were best friends. he would act out little dramatic scenes of them running away from some oppressive kingdom, going on an adventure and meeting new friends along the way. … and he may have made them kiss a few times …
obviously small will loved drawing, but i don’t think he was always confident in his skill. after people tell him he’s good he gets caught up in trying to be really good, and gets frustrated when he can’t do something the way he wants. hence crumpled up attempts in the trash mike fishes out. there’s a spell of time where he gives up for a bit and jonathan asks why he hasn’t seen him drawing lately, and will says he doesn’t think he can get any better, it’s too hard. jonathan tells him it doesn’t matter if it’s perfect, he should just draw to make himself happy “draw for the campaigns, your friends think it’s so cool” so will keeps at it focusing on drawing what he thinks him and his friends will appreciate
while watching scary movies in the basement mike and will always held hands under blankets. it started when they were younger and they first got permission to watch a scary movie, they didn’t want to admit they might be getting too scared. during a big jump their hands reached out on instinct and too caught up in the movie they didn’t let go. when it was over they didn’t talk about it, but then it just kept happening every time they got scared. which led to holding hands when upset outside of watching movies. they never really discussed it, it just felt like their little secret thing.
all the boys were nice to holly but will was the only friend who actually liked seeking her out to play w them. (fascinated by a little sister unlike lucas and only-child dustin) mike and will would play games with her sometimes, will thinking she was really cute, and mike thinking it was cute will really liked her. cue karen thinking will is the best influence on her son
i have such a strong image of kindergarten miwi right after they become friends making mud pies together every recess. their teacher scolds them the first few times having to scrub their hands when they come back in. it gets so bad when the recess monitor sees them heading for the dirt they’re yelling “Michael! William! don’t even think about it!” they think it’s so funny to rile them up, they start spreading mud on each others arms “will you need more than that!” they only try to eat it a few times, it does taste really gross. after they’re banned from the dirt, they move to the sand box, it’s only a bit cleaner.
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signedkoko · 1 month
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HEHEHHEE OPEN REQUESTS???
Hello koko! I was summoned by your open requests, and I just had an idea, how about headcanons/one shot for Alastor and Vox (separately) with a reader who has powers a bit like Toge Inumaki in JJK?( I saw that you were watching JJK so I assume you know how his powers works) like what do they think about it? how do they react when reader uses her powers? How they communicate with her?
THANKS FOR READING MY REQUEST DEAR KOKO! HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT
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Alastor | Vox X Reader [Romantic]
In which your speech causes action, so you can't speak unless you wish to control others. Reader is female.
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When you first came to the hotel, Alastor was not impressed
You were certainly a gorgeous sight, but it was ruined by the device in your hands that you had your nose buried in, screen lighting ruining your face
It took him quite a while when he heard strings of words emanating from the device to realize you were speaking through it, your fingers pressing on keys faster than he could follow
You introduced yourself to everyone that day, as a new hire for the hotel, and how you couldn't speak but hoped it wouldn't get in the way
He was certainly irked by the device in your hands, but it was funny to see someone so weak that they had to rely on a flimsy device made by an even flimsier overlord
Truly a shame
You learn the hard way not to get too close to him while using your device, or else it starts to act up and get damaged
Alastor still spoke to you; of course he did! Because he was amused knowing you couldn't retort
But eventually, without noticing, he would talk more and more, filling every aspect of the silence between you
You were the best listener, both since you had no choice and because you didn't give any shitty advice
The only thing that weirded him out was the weird clicking he started to hear around you
Something about it was so familiar
J-E-R-K-J-E-R-K-J-E-R
When he looked down at your hand and saw a clicker in your hand, he realized what you were doing
Of course he knew morse code by heart! He studied all sorts of things, but he wasn't sure why you'd do things that way when you had a much easier device
Unless you did it just for him?
R-K-J-E-R-K-J
" And who are we calling names, my voiceless companion? "
Y-O-U
Still, it's very touching to see you go from using your phone to putting it away when you come to him to talk
And not much changes since you can't get out too many words with your morse method
One evening, while on a walk together, Alastor was reciting to you how he'd come to work for Charlie and how she sang on the news for so many to see! When a group of assassins surrounded the two of you, angel steel weapons were on full display
Before Alastor handled them—which, let's be fair, would be no issue to him—you pulled quicker on the draw
" COMATOSE. "
You yelled it with your hands clamped over Alastors ears, and the instant the word came out, they all dropped, beyond unconcious
Alastor laughs, because wow, that was quite the display!
But he's already dragging you over them to continue talking, now teasing you for treating him like a helpless damsel
He was certainly glad that he hadn't made an enemy of you when he first saw you, because you may stand a chance against him with an ability like that
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Most sinners had some kind of ability that grew with their power, often souls under contract or training enhancing them
Vox himself had plenty of tricks under his sleeves, and he'd seen the most pathetic of abilities to those worth cowering before
But he'd never heard of something like yours
Overlords loved showing off their resources, which could include people who became very useful in battle
You were a 'friend' of Zestial, though, while most jumped at the opportunity to introduce themselves to other overlords, you only waved
Of course you piqued his interest, because when he ran his servers over you, he found little to nothing beyond pictures
After several days of stalking video feeds, he caught you and Zestial together when—oh fuck! You sign!
While he could have just waited for the next opportunity, Vox was far too invested in your story and opted to pay Zestial a visit, if it meant he could see you
From what he could tell, you were using ASL, so once he bumped into you he began signing his typical introduction
Something about his heart sparked when he saw you smile, the way those curious eyes sparkled
He was immediately embarrassed when you revealed he didn't have to sign because you could hear
But he was all healed when you signed that you were very glad to have met someone else you could talk with
Vox is used to the overstimulation of noises from news, music, footage, all of it always beaming into his head so much that the silence around you is eerie and takes him awhile to get used to
Zestial certainly has an ace; one Vox is jealous of
Since you got along so well, you and Vox schedule meet-ups so you can interact, seeing as he and Zestial are almost exact opposites
The first time he witnesses your powers is when Alastor shows up at one of your meetings, and he was certainly trying to embarrass Vox in front of you
But Vox was your friend, and you had no tolerance for Alastors threats
" Silence. "
From your lips poured a thick fog, which whisped its way over Alastor's mouth, forming a seal that prevented him from speaking
The radio demon wasn't pleased, but he wasn't about to act up a scene right now, so he turned and left
Vox immediately fanboys because, oh my FUCKING GOD, you showed him!!!
Wait, you can talk? You sound like that?
YOUR POWERS DID THAT???
He is about to waste your evening asking all kinds of things, you probably can't sign as fast as he can ask, too
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Author's Note - Conch anon gets only the BEST of the BEST!!! I did like writing these anyways though, because i adore Inumaki...thank you for requesting!
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unoislazy · 4 months
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Your Touch
Mizu x Reader
Summary: Mizu is touchstarved. That’s it, that’s the entire thing.
A/n: Next story will hopefully be “Caged Bird” part 3, then I will finally post one of the asks that I took an interest in.
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You looked at Mizu, her dark hair pulled up into the high bun it was always in. The loose curl that she always kept out no matter what the occasion, lightly bounced as she walked by, focused on whatever task she had to finish.
You watched and looked on with curiosity, you wondered if she had ever done a different hairstyle on her hair before. You thought a braid might compliment her features, or even half up, you had many ideas and suddenly you were determined to try them.
Well that would require Mizu’s permission first.
“Hey Mizu.” You began, drawing out each syllable of her name to quickly pass on the hint that what you were going to say wasn’t serious.
She paused for a moment, putting down a large box and wiping her brow before looking at you. Her eyebrow rose ever so slightly, her curiosity was piqued despite her not saying a word.
“Have you ever worn your hair differently?” You asked. She simply stared at you for a moment before shrugging,
“A few different times. I just can't really afford to when I’m doing ‘samurai’ things.” She said in air quotes. She never enjoyed calling herself a samurai, for one thing most of the time she purely acted out of the name of revenge not honor. Another, she’s a woman.
Personally, you didn’t really care about the rules of a samurai, you respected them and their ambition but the ones you had met in the past were more focused on their honor over anything else. It had only hit you when you had met Taigen, he was so obsessed with reclaiming his honor like a disowned child that he practically abandoned his engagement. You didn’t understand it, what good is honor if it can be taken away so quickly.
You looked up at Mizu who seemed to be deep in thought. You figured she was just thinking of the different styles she had done before, but her face held a certain sadness as she thought. You began to realize that there was a story attached to the topic of hairstyles that you knew better than to bring up.
“Have you ever braided your hair?” You asked, regaining her attention. She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. It wasn’t a common style for the time so you weren’t exactly that surprised.
“Would you like to try one?” You asked. You had definitely piqued her interest, her eyes shifted ever so slightly wider as you patted the spot in front of you.
She obliged, sitting down and facing away from you, her legs in a crossed manner with her hands peacefully resting on her knees.
She almost seemed a bit eager to try the hairstyle which honestly excited you a bit, it’s not often Mizu openly gets excited about something, especially with her very subtle expressions.
She sat before you, her slim figure not too far away from you as you gently reached up and grabbed the hair tie that seemed to hold Mizu’s entire hairstyle together. You’d never understand how she did it with so much hair, it never made sense to you. Her sleek dark hair unfolded, a healthy glow could be seen throughout it, she took care of it despite it being up all the time.
With one hand you ever so gently began to rake through her hair, making sure there were no knots that might get in the way of the process. Because of this, you noticed Mizu stiffen for a moment, a shiver could visibly be seen going throughout her body.
Having seen this your hand jerked back, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Before you could say anything she turned her head just enough to look at you from over her shoulder and said in a low tone,
“Keep going.”
You paused for a moment as her words sunk in. The way she spoke to you was no different than any other time and yet for some reason… it felt different. You decided to pay no mind to it as your hand returned to her head, slowly dragging it through and sending shivers throughout Mizu’s body yet again.
Despite this, she sat calmly making no other movements other than the occasional twitch here and there as your hands glided through her hair. Having her hair done was a pleasure she never thought twice about, but the way you so delicately pulled at her hair, twisting it and shaping it as if she was some piece of art, it made her feel cared for in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.
You carefully separated her hair, overlapping the pieces in a rhythmic manner, cautiously pulling the groups of hair but never hard enough to hurt. It didn’t take long before you had finished, you tied it all together with the hair tie that she used before, letting go of your work.
“How does it look?” She asked, now turning to fully face you. There was almost some sort of innocence that shone through Mizu's expression, one that seemed to say she genuinely cared how she looked. It was kind of sweet to see her usually stoic and harsh exterior break for a moment, it showed you who Mizu really was even if it was for only a few seconds.
You had seen Mizu with her hair down before, maybe not often, but you had seen it. Something was missing.
You stared at her for a moment, a confused look riddled your face before it hit you, the curl.
You gently reached your hand up towards Mizu’s face, one finger looping around the curl that had been hidden away underneath all of the other pieces of hair. Not expecting this, Mizu froze, letting you do what you needed to do but also not knowing how to react otherwise.
Once you had fixed the curl, you moved back a bit to reassess your work. You smiled, finally happy with how it looked.
“Perfect.” You said, proud of the work you had accomplished. Mizu was happy enough just taking your word for it but she was still curious to see how she looked. She drew her sword partially, only just enough to be able to see at least a little bit of her reflection on it. From what she could see, she truly didn’t mind the look.
“So, what do you think?” You asked, patiently waiting for her answer. You watched as a very small smile graced her features as she said,
“It looks good.”
She put her blade away, turning to look back at you as she brushed a few loose strands out her face.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be so… gentle.” She admitted quite plainly. Her hands rested on her lap as she thought back to a time when someone else had done her hair.
“Anytime my mother did my hair, gentle didn’t seem to be a word in her vocabulary.” She joked, a melancholic yet reminiscent look made its way onto her face as she thought back to the many times her mother had scolded her for looking to feminine.
“Being rough will only get you so far.” You responded, not really realizing how that sounded. It earned a small snicker from Mizu but it still went over your head regardless. It had got you thinking, the blue eyed woman constantly trained, having faced the several hardships in life at such a young age that no one would even dream of facing. She had to be tough in every way possible if she had any hope of surviving.
But you were determined to show her, in your own way, that you can let your guard down every once in a while.
“Let me see your hands.” You ordered pretty out of nowhere.
“What?” Mizu responded, clearly taken by surprise by your sudden demand.
“Let me see your hands.” You repeated, putting one of yours out and gesturing for her to place hers on top.
Her eyebrows wrinkled with uncertainty, having not a singular clue what you were planning to do, but she still did what you told her to anyway. Her confused expression remained as she placed her hand on yours, her palm facing towards the sky. With your free hand you gently traced the lines on Mizushand, slowly going over each callous that you could see. Just as you had expected, her hands were coarse and rough, tense from constant overworking and pressure, or maybe they were tense because she wasn’t used to the feeling of someone else, you couldn’t tell.
At first she didn’t know what to do except watch your hands.
“What are you doing?” She asked, confused what the point of this was.
You continued to trace lines and pointless circles around her hand, occasionally gently massaging different points.
“You’re really tense.” You pointed out, “I figured this might help you relax a bit.”
Mizu sat still for a bit as you continued, still not easing up in the slightest. Having her hair done was one thing, she had it done before so she knew at least somewhat how to react, but this was something different. You looked up at her, noticing her unbroken stare before smiling at her.
“Relax.” You calmly instructed her.
She closed her eyes, eventually relaxing into the feeling of your touch just like she had done before. She had truly forgotten what it felt like to be touched in a way that didn’t result in a bruise or broken rib.
You continued your motions, occasionally putting slight pressure on different areas. However in one area you had put just a bit too much pressure, resulting in a noise that sounded like a moan escape from Mizu. You immediately stopped, taking your hand away as you apologized,
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“
You looked up at her, ready to continue apologizing but you were met with a serious yet… almost affectionate gaze as she said,
“Don’t stop,” She began, her voice was quiet and relaxed so at least you knew your work was paying off.
“It feels nice.”
There it was, that feeling again. You averted your gaze, not able to handle making eye contact with her while also processing your very wild feelings at that moment. One thing about Mizu was she never truly realized just how attractive she was, she always deemed herself a demon or a monster because that’s what she was taught to believe.
But you saw past that and because of that, things that Mizu didn’t even think twice about doing, would nearly send you into a coma just because it was her doing it.
She had no idea the power she had over you just from a few simple words, and you had no idea the power you had over her just from a simple gentle touch.
You continued on like she had told you, smoothing out the tension in her hand the best you could without any prior training on the subject. Eventually you had switched over to her other hand which was somehow more coarse than the first. You couldn’t help but admire the amount of time and strength that went into forming such things.
As you continued, you could tell Mizu was refraining from making any noises. In all honesty, it was nothing you hadn’t heard before, she’s been in pain enough times around you for you to get used to her whimpering and groaning.
Except this time was different, usually the noises she made were from a place of pain and discomfort.
However, this time, they seemed to come from a place of pleasure.
Caused by you.
“It’s okay.” You began, refusing to look up at her. “The more you let out the more I know I’m doing the right thing.” You encouraged, and sure one could say it was for a selfish reason but really who could blame you.
You could hear her continue to refrain, but over a small amount of time you could hear her a little bit more. Your heart raced as you continued, the act you were partaking in was nowhere near as sensual as it sounded and yet it still felt so intimate. If anything that’s all you wanted it to be, but that was a line you’d dare not cross, at least not yet.
A little more time had passed, you had eased out all the tension you felt in her hands and let go of her. Almost immediately she began to miss your warm and gentle embrace, having returned to her harsh and cold reality. But really, it wasn’t as cold as she had thought because you were still there, right in front of her, looking at her as if she was the only human to have ever existed.
“There now, do you feel better?” You asked quietly, a bit sheepish considering the amount of thoughts that had crossed your mind that you would never say out loud.
Mizu rubbed her hand absentmindedly, her face seemed a bit glazed over like she had been so lost in her thoughts and she wasn’t ready to be a normal person again. Once she had finally, fully, snapped back to reality she nodded.
“Thanks.” Was all she said before you two sat in silence. The tension was practically thick enough to cut through but neither of you wanted to be the one to take that leap, not without knowing for certain it was one they could even take in the first place. Up until now, sure you two had been close, but you had never gotten so close physically. You wanted to, she wanted to, but neither of you wanted to own up to it. She claimed she didn’t need distractions, and you claimed it was a feeling that would flutter away just as quickly as it came.
Well you were both wrong.
You both sat there, not looking at each other, not saying anything before you decided to gain the courage to say,
“Mizu?” You practically whispered. She looked towards you, finally taking her attention off of her hand which she continued to rub, trying to emulate the feeling of your touch but to no avail.
“Yes?” She responded. You very slowly inched a bit closer to her, not trying to make your idea or intention too obvious but she already had a few possibilities in mind on how this might unfold.
None of which she was complaining about.
“Can I… can I touch you again?”
That was all you asked. Sure you had literally just put down her hand but it was the fact that you had even asked that sent the same shivers down Mizu’s spine. She went quiet for a moment, not knowing what to respond with.
She truly had never been asked for permission to do anything before, not in this regard at least, and it shocked her a bit.
It somehow became the most intimate question you could’ve asked.
She nodded, not saying a word as she continued to look at you. It was as if she was trying to memorize your features, as if she was trying to burn them into her retinas so she'd never forget.
Your hand very carefully went towards her, cupping the side of her face as if it would break with too much pressure. She slowly began to lean into your touch, the warm feeling returning quickly as she let her harsh exterior down yet again, feeling uncommonly safe because of your touch. From this position she looked towards you, her hand making its way up to your face, and brushing a few hairs out of the way before asking,
“Can I kiss you?”
Her voice was raspy and low, just above a whisper. She waited patiently for your answer as you both sat in silence before you nodded in response. With that, her hand that had brushed the hairs from your face, slowly made its way to the back of your neck as you both leaned forward and-
“Hey, I found this place that sells food down the road and I- Oh. You’re here.” Taigen had barged into the room, not a singular care in the world as he looked at Mizu with his usual disdain. By this point you had already jumped back from her, being startled by Taigens sudden presence while in such an intimate moment.
With a cold glare Mizu looked towards Taigen,
“What do you want?” She spat. She could get over him annoyingly asking for a duel every now and then but ruining this one moment for her was too far. She finally felt safe and warm in someone else’s embrace and the same man who ruined everything else for her had to come back and fuck something else up.
Before either of them could say any other ‘kind’ words to each other you very quickly made your way to exit the room, not wanting to think about the awkward moment any more than you’d have to.
“I’m going to go… find some things for Ringo. I’ll see you later Mizu, bye Taigen.” You said, very quickly making your way out of the room, leaving both Mizu and Taigen together. Mizu had watched you leave with a certain sadness that you could only really see in her eyes, the rest of her face remained as stoic as ever as she turned back to Taigen.
“New hair style? You look oddly feminine wi-“ The man began, pointing towards her still braided hair.
“Say another word and you’ll lose an arm.” She threatened.
“Noted.”
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moonstruckme · 4 months
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love the doctor!remus content!!!
would love to read about him in a similar setting as the last request u did, where reader doesn’t tell him she‘s had to go to urgent care (maybe she lost her phone) and he‘s in his big scary attending mood but the moment he steps into the room and realizes reader is the patient he goes all concerned and cooing and all the interns are confused as to what happened to calm collected and kinda cool doctor lupin :((((
Thanks love!
cw: hospital, mention of stitches
doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1k words
You can hear him talking as he moves down the line of small curtained-off rooms, your heart contracting at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice but too shy to interrupt him while he’s working. Remus’ tone is clipped and all business, and you can tell by how quickly his voice draws closer that he’s striding toward you in that brisk way he does when he’s busy. 
“This one’s already been treated,” he’s saying to someone, “so we’re just checking in before discharge. Let me ask some of the necessary questions first, and then we’ll ask the patient’s permission for you to ask some as well.” 
He looks nearly imposing as he whips open the curtain, clipboard in hand and a gaggle of what you guess must be residents on his heels. That all drains away, along with the blood in his face, when he sees you. “Dove?”
“Dove?” you hear one of the residents echo bemusedly. 
“Hi,” you say sheepishly. 
Remus steps toward where you sit on the bed, concern etched into the twin lines between his brows. “Honey, what happened? You” —he looks down at his clipboard, flustered— “you got stitches in your hand? What’d you need stitches in your hand for?” 
You glance between the many sets of eyes in the room, self-conscious in the face of so much attention. “I cut myself,” you answer quietly. 
Remus lowers the clipboard, looking devastated for you. “Why didn’t you call me?” he asks, but the reprimand in his tone is barely detectable behind all the fondness coating it. He holds out a hand. “Let me see.” 
You give him your hand obediently, doing your best to follow his example and ignore the murmurings from your small audience. He’s painstakingly careful as he removes the bandages to reveal your cut. It looks far better than it had when it had been bleeding all over your car on the drive over, but Remus still coos like it's the most grievous injury he’s seen in his career. 
“Seven stitches?” His lips turn down into a pout. “What’d you do to yourself, dovey?” 
You see one resident’s eyebrows fly up at the sappy pet name, exchanging a look with the one next to him. 
“I was trying to cut up the squash I bought last week,” you explain, unsure if you’re supposed to be talking to the room but directing your words only to your boyfriend, “and my knife slipped. I was going to call you when it wouldn't stop bleeding, but my phone died. I didn’t have time to charge it before I came.” 
Remus makes a gruff, reluctant sound of approval. “Well, I’m glad you came but I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you. Did it hurt very badly?” 
“Not really,” you lie quietly, but one of the residents behind you goes, “Doctor Lupin, is that one of the necessary questions we’re meant to be asking?” 
You flush, and Remus shifts modes in an instant, his look severe as he turns on the smart aleck. “No,” he says drily. “But this is still the portion where you’re meant to be quiet.” 
You sort of feel for the resident as they nod abashedly. Remus countenance warms again as he turns back towards you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” he says, still cradling your injured hand in his.
“It wasn’t too bad.”
“Baby.” Remus’ brows scrunch together, the sympathy in his eyes almost too much for you to bear. “I can tell you’ve been crying, darling.” 
“Remus,” you chide embarrassedly, looking again to the residents gathered behind him. 
“Ah.” He drops a hand to your knee for an apologetic squeeze, turning to face your observers with more of an authoritative air. “Go find somewhere else to be,” he tells them. 
They scatter like mice, and Remus huffs when the last one out doesn’t shut the curtain, stepping away from you to draw it closed himself. 
“Sorry, I sort of forget they’re there sometimes,” he explains, but he’s already doubling down on the sweetness now that they’re gone, bringing your injured palm to his lips for a very, very gentle kiss. “Did you cry while they stitched you up, honey?” 
You might cry again now if he keeps looking at you like that. “A little,” you admit. “I was being a tad dramatic.” 
“I doubt that,” he says, thumb stroking lovingly over the line of stitches before picking up the bandage and beginning to rewrap it. “Hand wounds are no light thing. It probably bled a lot, hm?”
“There may be some cleanup waiting for me in both the kitchen and my car,” you joke. Remus gives you a small smile for your efforts. 
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it when I get home.” He finishes bandaging your hand and leans in to kiss your cheek. When he pulls back, his eyebrows have bunched again. “You’ve got mascara tracks on your cheeks,” he murmurs, cupping your face and brushing his thumb over the plane of your cheekbone. “S’breaking my heart.” 
“Sorry,” you say bashfully, and he rolls his eyes at you, pecking you again on the cheek like he can’t help himself. 
“What’re you sorry for, hm? Well,” he seems to reconsider, “you ought to be sorry about your knife skills, but that’s an apology you owe yourself, not me. I’ll be stowing all the knives where you can’t reach them from now on, by the way.” 
“First you’ll have to deal with all the residents you just disillusioned,” you tease him back. “Seems like they used to think you were cool and blase, but not anymore.” 
Remus shrugs. “People are multifaceted. If they didn’t know that already, then I taught them something today after all.” He gives you another soft look, though it’s far less worried than the others had been. “My poor darling,” he laments, setting his hands on either side of you to plant one final kiss on your forehead. “Rest here for a bit, and I’ll come get you in a few minutes, yeah?” 
“Okay, thanks,” you agree readily, happy to have a ride home considering the state you left your car in. “Gonna go try to restore your street cred with the residents?” 
“Dove, don’t be silly,” he says on his way out. “They worship me.” 
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I can confidently say that discovering you on AO3 was life-changing and revolutionary for me, and I will permanently fixate myself here on tumblr now that I've migrated. You actually has so many works here holy shit. I aspire to be you.
Anyway. Winter has me feelin some typa way so I've been thinking of a dog hybrid reader, heat cycles, 141 wanting to help (or anyone really, I'm not picky)—you know how it goes ;)
You never fail to amaze!! Can't wait to see what you come up with :]
(gn!dog-hybrid!reader, mdni 18+)
hehehehe, welcome to tumblr!! i hope you've been navigating it okay and continue to enjoy <3 thank you so much for joining me here too!!!
and this is for all you 141 fans who go bark, bark, bark! at these hunky men
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price, who might notice right away that you're going into heat, makes sure that you're well taken care of before, during, and after. whatever you ask for, whatever you need, it's available to you at the snap of your fingers. but most of all, he's going to be the driving force of most of your orgasms. he's in charge after all! it's so easy to submit to him too, ask him to give you more of that fat dick. you're humping him whenever he lays next to you and he always tells you to wait a minute before he can go again. you might end up taking it from him by thrusting against him and fucking him just so you can get what you want. has him twitching underneath you and once you're happy and spent he decides you need to learn your lesson. especially after you bite at him for trying to pull you off his sensitive dick.
it's soap who he calls in to teach you not to misbehave. you're so well taken care of so why are you so bratty? it's because you're so spoiled. you wanna fuck? fine. but don't start crying and whining when soap's got you on all fours and fucking into you wildly. he's the only one who can truly keep up with you during your heat. he's just not allowed to play with you that much because he can be so mean! starts calling you a needy lil' pup, pulls at your ears and tail, bites you back. he crowds your space and mocks you while drilling into your cum filled hole. you have to paw at his chest to get him to ease up so you can have the break you need. but he just loves seeing the way his cum drips out of your gaping hole. just has to keep going and takes advantage of your heat to keep drawing you into this never ending cycle of needing to be dicked down so bad.
tbh the only one who would be able to pull soap away is gaz. always so observant and knows when it's the prime opportunity to cut in and give the both of you a well needed break. but it's also at the worst timing in terms of you not being able to orgasm again. you need it so bad, but you're so spent and tired. you're whining and when gaz approaches you, you can't help the way your tail wags and your cute little ears perk up. because you love kyle, he's always so gentle to you and spoils you. knows how to fuck you right. but you've been split open by two cocks already and don't know how you can take his long one that'll fill you up nice and good too. so he takes mercy on you, says he's going to prep you for the big guy. and by doing so, decides to eat you out. makes room in your sloppy hole by licking the cum from them. makes sure to suck at you so nicely that you're near howling at the overstimulation. but he uses that tongue so good that you're bucking your hips into his awaiting mouth. you might flip him over and start fucking his face, riding it while he takes it all from you. praises you so much. you're about to cum until you feel a hand around your throat and yanking you away from gaz.
"a little mean to ruin the poor pup's orgasm for a second time, eh?" and ghost only grunts, pinning you down under him while you whine and grind your hips against ghost's as he slots himself between your legs. you realize now that ghost has just strapped a collar around your neck, the cold metal of the tag cooling your heated skin. but it's his gaze that makes you shiver. he looks so possessive of you now that you've been properly marked and claimed by the 141 in his eyes. tugs at the collar so he can bring you in for a wet kiss, bites at your tongue when it forces its way into his mouth. just like how his dick forces its way inside you to fill you up once again. soap and gaz got you so pent up that you need to cum this time. and ghost always makes sure he gets the job done. holds you down while his hips start fucking you good, makes sure to watch the way your collar jingles against your chest. you're so close to cumming and ghost just growls at the feeling of you clenching down on him. slicked up his dick so nice that he drags his cock in at a rough pace without faltering. and suddenly the feeling of him shooting his load inside you has you finally cumming like you've been wanting to. he marks you by biting you just above where the collar lies on your throat.
you feel so fucked out by the end of it and so satisfied now that you've finally cum. price has ghost go get you some things to take care of you like food and snacks. all the while soap cuddles you and tells you funny jokes that makes you laugh while calming down. and gaz massages your sore thighs and makes sure to clean you off nicely. you're a well taken care of pup with the 141 <3
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notice me (rafe cameron x reader)
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scribble x's and o's in my notebook, checking how my hair and my nails look.
warnings: obsessive reader(she's delusional </3), explicit sexual content, unhealthy behavior, slight age gap
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your panties were soaking, the arousal leaking from your clothed slit creating a mess of the fabric. it clung to your skin uncomfortably, folds visible through the ruined undergarments. you wanted to rip them off, but rafe held them flush to your pussy as he licked a wet stripe over the drenched cotton.
he stared up at you from his position, blue eyes glowing with mischief as took in your impatient whines. his actions did nothing to solve your frustration. the barrier between his wet mouth and your throbbing cunt was only making you more desperate as the minutes ticked by. his fingers drawing circles over your swollen clit made your hips grind into his touch, the friction of the panties against the bud doing little to satisfy you.
“r-rafe, please…” a broken plea for him to end his incessant teasing left your throat involuntarily. your pussy had taken over your brain function, whatever clear thoughts you had now replaced with a primal need you’d never felt before.
"calm down," he murmurs, his tone tender and soothing. your knees were forced far apart, kept completely at his mercy each time he leaned in to attach himself to your pussy. “just enjoy it…”
you were tempted to push him away, but the hand you placed on the top of his head only pulled him in closer as you bucked your hips into his face. the texture of his tongue and the rough fabric in combination against your swollen lips was far too intense for you to handle, and yet, you still wanted more–needed more.
“y/n…” his voice was muffled below you, barely audible over your heavy breathing and the blood rushing through your ears. “y/n…” your mind was still in a distant place, thighs squeezing tightly around the sides of the blond’s head as he lapped up the arousal leaking through your panties.
“y/n!”
rafe’s voice was clear as day, the fogginess of your brain dissipated as your friend’s older brother stared at you in annoyance. your eyes widened in realization before blinking away the lusty haze that coated them. heat traveled up your chest rapidly to reach the soft flesh of your cheeks. swallowing dryly, you hummed in response, not trusting yourself to use your real voice.
“jesus, kid, what’s your problem? you can’t hear?” 
“sorry, i was…” you blinked at the man on the other side of the kitchen island, his cold eyes leaving a trail of goosebumps over your arms. “sorry..w-what’d you say?”
the years-long crush you had on your best friend’s older brother only increased tenfold the longer you two were in proximity to each other. you thought that it would go away after freshman year of high school, but you were far from correct. your first year at college had just ended, months filled with new parties, new faces, and new boys to become attached to. 
you were certain that you’d get over rafe this time, and yet, here you were. home for the summer and daydreaming about…things you’d never say aloud.
it was hard not to. no matter how many times you told yourself it was wrong, you just couldn't help but let your mind drift when he was around. the smell of his cologne was intoxicating, and the way he carried himself made your thighs squeeze together instinctively.
he was just so...rafe.
rubbing his eyes frustratedly, he sighs. rafe was never one to have patience for anyone and it was clear to you that he was running low from interacting with a barely-there you. while the oldest cameron always had a bit of a soft spot for you, it still didn’t take much to push his buttons. 
“i said get out, my friends are coming. i don’t want you around them.” rafe says firmly. he leans against the kitchen counter, eyes no longer boring into you as they were a few seconds ago. his fingers tap rhythmically against his phone screen, presumably texting the friends that were supposed to appear sooner or later. when you don’t move from your spot by the kitchen’s island, his head pulls up to meet your puzzled gaze once again. “you didn’t hear me? leave.”
your brows knit together lightly in confusion. rafe had never taken issue with you being around his friends before. granted, you’d never been around them alone. sarah had always been there, and it was never on purpose. any time you were around when his friends came over, rafe would never really give time for them to speak to you before pulling them away. kelce and topper were nice enough from what you’d experienced with the two of them, so you couldn’t understand what the issue would be.
sarah stepped out with ward for something a while ago, leaving you all by yourself in the house with rafe until the two of them returned. you stood from your seat on the barstool to make your exit but stopped before you could get too far. facing him again, you opened your mouth to speak.
“why?” you asked the older blonde curiously. his eyebrow twitched in annoyance, but that didn’t deter you from questioning the order. “do they not like me?” ‘do you not like me?’ is what you really wanted to say, but you bit your tongue to refrain from it. you were too scared of what the answer might be.
rafe chuckled dryly as he shook his head at you, hand reaching up to comb through his golden locks. pushing off the counter, he walked around to meet you where you stood. the way he stared down at you left you feeling a bit startled, the pair of heavy blue eyes drinking in every inch of your frame indiscriminately. it was difficult for you to remain calm with him looming over you like that. 
you nearly jump out of your skin when he places a hand on your shoulder and spins you around roughly. it caught you off guard but you didn’t stumble, instead you made a sound of protest at the sudden contact. you could feel the heat of his gaze against your back and if your face could get any hotter, it would. the puff of his warm breath against your ear is what made you jump, but rafe’s chest against your back made you freeze in place.
the feeling of his hand traveling down your shoulder blades, the dip of your back, and the curve where your waist meets your ass left your skin covered in goosebumps and the palms of your hands uncomfortably clammy.
you’d been hanging out with sarah for the three weeks that you’d been home, and each day you meticulously planned your outfits just in case rafe happened to be around. the oversized sweatshirts had been packed up in the back of your family’s garage and the breasts you’d been hiding since you got them were finally free of the skin tight sports bras you used to strapped them down all those years. the shortest skirts you owned were being put to work the entire summer until something came to fruition. 
“do they not like me?” he repeats in a mocking tone. “kid–y/n…that’s not the problem.”
“rafe!” you exclaimed. the feel of his strong hand reaching under the hem of your skirt left you shocked, jaw slack with disbelief. you were worried about what he would find under there if he reached too far, the dampness of your panties enough to leave them sticking to your skin and able to expose you if he were to accidentally brush against them. “what are you doing?” your imagination had left you feeling indecent and hot, and you wished you would have left the room when you had the chance to spare yourself the embarrassment.
relief washed over you at the feeling of him tugging the fabric of your skirt down to cover as much of the exposed skin as the material would allow. you could hear him kiss his teeth as it barely covered the tops of your thighs, the fold of your ass almost visible anytime you weren’t standing completely still.
the sound of the front door opening filled your ears, topper and kelce’s loud voices traveling through the empty house as they called out for their friend.
“go upstairs. now.” rafe pushes you away roughly and you waste no time shuffling out of the room.
his eyes were glued to you until the moment you left, the feeling of his ocean blue orbs burned into your skin as your nike-clad feet padded against the old floorboards. your heart was beating firmly against the bones in your chest and you could still feel the way his warm hands were so close to somewhere they shouldn’t ever be, but where you wish they could stay forever. 
when you reached sarah’s room on the upper floor of the mansion, you finally released the silent scream that you’d been holding in since rafe first walked into the kitchen.
you’d felt him watching you the entire time, his eyes raking over your frame as you stared down at your phone pretending that you couldn’t tell. you knew sarah had plans with her dad today but you insisted on coming over anyway, claiming that you didn’t want to miss a single day with her this summer. you knew rafe would be here too, because that was the first thing sarah warned you of before she left you alone with her brother. 
you spent months–years–doing whatever it took to get his attention without completely throwing yourself at him like you so badly wanted to. the last thing you wanted was to come off as the desperate, embarrassing best friend, but you had to do something to stand out amongst all the other rich, pretty, older girls that flocked to him everywhere he went.
he was the kook prince, and you were just his little sister’s friend. it was hard for you to get him to see you any other way.
when you came home for summer break, you had a plan. your days were meticulously planned around him, which definitely sounded insane, but after years of pining you couldn’t find it in you to care.
the local goodwill took in all your old clothes during the winter to make room for your new wardrobe. you learned how to do your makeup, lost the contacts, and opted for consistent manicures rather than the brittle nubs for nails you had your entire childhood. months worth of confidence lessons on youtube, manifesting, and subtle flirting practice with the boys at your university were going to pay off this summer.
it had to. 
the kid he was used to was gone. the nail biter with chunky black glasses, a stutter, and old band shirts had been banished and in her place was the improved version of you. the one that planned her outfits a day in advance, always had french tips, and could hold eye contact without stumbling over every word like it was her first. you walked with a sway in your hips and showed off parts of your body that nobody except sarah and yourself knew you had. 
you refused to be the awkward, nerdy kid anymore. things had to be different this time–and they were. 
when presented with the opportunity to be alone with rafe cameron, you took every measure possible to get his attention without begging on your hands and knees. for nearly a month you tried to be as lowkey as possible; pretending to not care if he was there or not, ignoring him completely when you two were in the same room, flirting with other guys when rafe was in hearing distance–whatever it took. it was tiring, but you couldn’t give up–not after all these years.
staring at yourself in the full body mirror propped against the sarah’s wall, you smiled and took a step closer to examine yourself. rafe finally saw you. he called you ‘kid,’ but he finally saw you as something more than that. you were finally one step closer to your silly little daydreams becoming reality.
“he noticed me…” you whispered to yourself. 
he finally fucking noticed.
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penne-noodle · 7 months
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Al-Haitham x Male Reader [2/?]
Warning(s): Scent kink, masturbation, exhibition, teasing.
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He’s lost track in how many times he tried getting revenge on you from the day prior, he’s tried subtly dropping stuff and picking it back up in front of you, he’s tried “accidentally” rubbing up on your clothed dick, he’s tried everything he could think of. You knew exactly what he was trying to do but you stayed innocent just to piss him off more. He was starting to wonder if all you did was just to mock him. That was partially right.
What pissed him off the most is when you started hanging around Kaveh, his roommate, and flirting with him. Jealousy arose in Al-Haitham but he couldn’t do anything about it, you didn’t belong to him. Though if only he looked closer he would see Kaveh being slipped money just to be flirted with. It was all a sham just to piss Al-Haitham off, that was your desire, rile him up enough to make him come to you. (Ehem).
You decided to double down and go back to your ways of messing with him, when you handed him files in his office you made sure to get close to his lips but not enough to close the gap, as he goes to close the gap? Oh sounds like someone is calling you. He tries to do the same thing to you? You simply wait for him to close the himself but he doesn’t. You and him reading in the library? You move your hand to his thigh, slowly going up and squeezing occasionally, you notice he tries to hide himself, moving your hand to his clothed dick and pleasing him, watching him try to compose himself and continue reading the book in his hands. You feel him pulsating in your hand and he could feel himself getting close to climax as pre-cum dampens his pants. “Please, just a little more, just let me have this, please-“
Al-Haitham’s thoughts cut off as he heard someone call your name, if he could kill someone with a simple thought that person would be dead as hell. (💀). He watched as you got up and walked over to the person calling your name, not before stopping and taking off your coat and leaving it on the table with Al-Haitham, “might rain today!” You said with a smile and walked away, he would curse you out in that library but he didn’t want to draw attention. After you left he calmed down and decided to leave as well, covering his mess with your coat. He’ll give it back later. (No he ain’t💀).
He safely made it back to his and Kaveh’s shared home. Locking the front door not caring of anything else. He went to his bedroom and undressed, ready to change into fresh clothes, his eyes landed onto your coat, the article of clothing reminding him of the moment in the library, how you continued to touch him like that despite the fact someone could easily see the action. He doesn’t know what came over him but he suddenly got the urge to smell the coat, instantly hit with the smell of you. He doesn’t know when but he could feel the ache of his dick that has hard again, begging for relief. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
He was now laying on his bed, dick in hand and his torso covered by your coat, your scent on the thing getting him more hard. Once his hand was covered in enough pre-cum he determined that it was enough to stretch himself out, he reached down further and pushed past his rim, fingers engulfed by walls of flesh. Pushing his fingers in and out at a medium pace, he moaned out to you, hoping you would somehow hear, he was louder than normal, the scent of you not helping. He suddenly pushed on a bundle of nerves that made him cry out louder, wishing it was you doing this to him, he wished you were in him, all he could think about was you and you only. It was like a virus that he couldn’t get rid of. Soon enough he could feel himself right on the edge, he was moaning your name that kept slipping off his tongue and pleas to come. Sooner than he expected he came. The white liquid spilling onto your coat and his abdomen.
He laid there for a moment, coming down from the high, he looked down and realized he had to clean your coat before giving it back. This all started because of Al-Haitham’s asshole-ish behavior towards you, this is your revenge. This all clicked in his head as he realized he had played into your trap. “I guess this is what I deserve, but he isn’t running away next time.”
He drifted into a calm slumber, using your coat as a blanket.
He never heard the desperate knocks on the front door.
Kaveh was left in the heavy rain as he forgot his key once again. His knocks proved useless as he was left no choice but to settle for staying on your couch again. He literally walked to the next house over and knocked, this time the door opened, revealing you in your comfort attire, “what brings you to this part of town Kaveh?” You said jokingly, knowing you were his neighbor. “Locked out…….. again.” You simply laughed and let him in. You close the door, “what Al-Haitham not home yet?” “No he’s too busy masturbating to you.”
“Oh”
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libraford · 9 months
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Okay so here's what's going on with the bird crimes.
On thursday I was going to Powers Park when I saw what I thought were 2 chickens hanging out in the parking lot, and a lady watching them from the fence. I thought... they could belong to the lady, but chickens aren't the kind of pet that you just let hang out loose.
I approach.
Lady: "These aren't mine."
I look closer. Its actually 2 roosters, one of which is a very small breed and is missing his tail feathers. Both of them have an injury to their backside- like its been plucked.
So we talk about what to do, I end up calling Animal Control. The actual Animal Control officer doesn't get there until noon, I get a police dispatcher. She says she can send one of the cops to grab them until the actual professional gets there.
I tell her that the roosters are being kept by the woman I met, she's coaxing them into her house.
I post about it on the facebook group in case someone knows who they belong to. The comments are full of jokes, obviously. But no leads. Eventually the big rooster gets caught by someone running a sanctuary for abandoned and abused livestock, but they're still looking for the little black one. Evidently they got out of the lady's backyard and were loose again.
I figure he's going to be a coyote snack and don't think about it for the rest of the week.
So now it is Sunday and I'm opening up the bathrooms. I'm at Summit Grove park and as I'm about to reserve the shelter for a birthday party I see...
A black pigeon.
Pigeons are not a common animal in this area- you're more likely to see house sparrows, crows, and mourning doves. So that's odd. What's more, she doesn't seem to be skittish and is definitely accustomed to humans. And she keeps trying to bite my fingers, so she associates hands with food and she's skinny as a rail so she's been abandoned for a minute.
Why does this keep happening to me? Is this the Morrigan come to teach me a lesson in pigeon form?
So I remember the number of the woman running the sanctuary and I give her a call. I tell her I've got a pigeon here that can't fly, is super hungry, and doesn't seem to have any issues biting fingers. She says she can't take her, but she can find a home for her because pigeons have specific needs. But she won't be able to get there until 12:30. We (my work partner and I) have to deal with the bird in the meantime.
We absolutely cannot take this bird with us on our route because we are in a tiny truck cab and don't have a cat carrier to put her in. So our solution is to lock her in the janitor's closet until the rep can get here.
Around 12:15, we head back to the shelter to make sure she's still there and hasn't been disturbed... and I realize that the reason I even saw her in the first place...
...was because there was supposed to be a birthday party at the shelter at noon.
The party is strongly underway and they have shoved a table against the door of the closet.
The sanctuary lady comes by and waves, we ask the party people politely to move the table slightly because we're trying to rehome a pigeon that's inside that closet.
They move the table, but not all guests see this interaction- because it looks like a bunch of maintenance people are just here to boss folks around during a little girl's birthday party and this draws a crowd.
The sanctuary rep arrives and we open the door just a little bit to let the bird out. She bobbles towards us, hoping for food, when one of the older ladies at the party exclaims:
"Does that ANIMAL just LIVE in there?!"
I mean... sure. For the past few hours, she did live in there.
"Do you have any IDEA how many DISEASES pigeons carry?"
The rep scoops the pigeon into her arms and takes her out of the shelter area to inspect her wings, feet, and back. She shows us her breastbone and explains that its been several days since the bird ate anything, which was why it was going for fingers.
Meanwhile, Aunt Ornithophobia over here: "I can't BELIEVE you would just TOUCH a BIRD like that in front of CHILDREN!"
We take the bird away to the van so the rep can thank us and explain what likely happened- which is that someone abandoned the bird when they couldn't take care of her anymore they just let her loose.
"I understand you got one of the roosters," I said.
"Yes, the big one. But the little bantam rooster is very fast- he darted into someone's backyard and I never found him again. If you see him, give me a call."
"I've been told that chickens are legal to own here, but roosters are not."
She gets an exasperated look on her face. "If you're going to allow backyard chickens, you're going to have to allow roosters. It's impossible to sex an avian chick and they don't get their dimorphic traits until they've reached the young adult stage and chick sellers don't care about whether they're a hen or a rooster. They care about the sale. We get roosters more often than egg-layers because someone sold them a male as a female and they don't want to pay the fine. I'd rather have the laws allow both, or neither. But disallowing roosters is patently stupid."
"Hm. Well. Note to self."
"Anyways, you're heroes to this little rock dove and I want you two to know that. She's going on a trip to a bird sanctuary in Toledo where she'll have lots and lots of snacks to eat that aren't fingers."
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jamespotterismydaddy · 2 months
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Five Long Years (Chapter 1)
aemond x niece!reader
A/N: i've been wanting to do age gap aemond with his niece for a while so when someone requested it, i was going to do a smut oneshot but it turned into this so weee new miniseries
WARNINGS: angsty, there will be incest and future smut
WORD COUNT: 1,059 words
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Five years since you saw him last. Two years since the death of his wife, Cassandra Baratheron and he is now finally coming home. He has travelled much, or at least that is what he says in his letters. Aemond Targaryen is a man of few words in everything but his letters to you, his dear niece who has spent the majority of her life doing no less than adoring him. Seeing him has been the thing you have spent the last month looking forward to and the day has finally come as you make your way to the courtyard.
“Ñuha rūs mandianna, look at how you’ve grown.” (my baby niece) 
You hear the voice from behind you, whipping around to meet his eye. Oh, and grown you have, into your name and into your body.
You hold in your squeal of delight as you walk up to him. “I have missed you, Kepus. I didn’t think you had already arrived.” You breathe out as he takes both your hands in his and brings them up to his mouth for a kiss. You feel your cheeks flush.
“I missed you more.” He murmurs, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. He must have noticed your blush by now.
“Tell me everything. I want to hear all about Pentos and Naarth and Lys.” You take his arm, leading him forward for a walk so you don’t have to look him in the eyes.
He smiles at how flustered you are. “You would have loved it, darling. There was so much to learn, so much history in every city.”
You listen to him with such interest as he goes on about each city, their people, their clothes. He’s pleased about how you want to hear it all. You’ve walked through the gardens twice by the time he had gotten through the bulk of it but even so, you can feel that he hasn’t told you everything.
“Tell me more, Kepus.” You beg him, never wanting to leave his side again.
“Not all things are for your ears, sweetling.”
You pout. “What do you mean?”
“You are still just a little girl in many ways.” He holds your hand, his thumb drawing small circles on your knuckles.
“I will be married soon. I won’t be a little girl after that.” A hint of emotion flashes through his eyes as you speak the words.
“I’m not so sure you’re ready for that.” He murmurs, looking at your soft hands before you yank them from his grasp.
“How should you know what i’m ready for?” He’s surprised by your sharp response. He never would have expected you to use such a tone with him.
“Because I know you.”
“You knew me. We have not seen one another for years.” There’s hurt in your voice, in your eyes.
“I had a wife to attend to… a child.”
Both who are now dead.
“A woman grown would be able to understand that.” He says, patronizing you.
“I do understand that.” There’s such jealousy in your voice. You just want to be seen by him, in a way that is different from a little girl who is only now slightly less little.
“You have flowered, yes and you have gotten so beautiful but your petulance has yet to escape you.” He speaks so tenderly as he lifts your chin to force you to look in his eye, but you find his words cruel.
“I’m not petulant.” You protest, pulling your face from his hand. You hate his gentle touches when he’s being mean.
“A well-mannered girl wouldn’t speak to her uncle the way you do.”
“I am well-mannered, just not a pushover.” You say back to him.
“If that were true, you wouldn’t have looked at a man on his wedding day the way you looked at me.” It stings when he says it. You didn’t even realize he noticed the way you gazed at him when he said his vows, all your longing wrapped up in a single look.
“Will you truly hold me to a look I gave you five years ago?” You want to scoff or say something mean but you hold your tongue instead.
“I was too old for you then.” He sympathizes. You didn’t even realize he knew. Men aren’t unusually so perceptive, especially ones who are barely twenty years old.
“Eight years isn’t so long. Daemon and my mother are sixteen years apart.” You murmur, knowing there’s no point in pretending.
“Her Grace wasn’t twelve when she married him.”
“Lots of girls get married at twelve.” You think of your grandmother who married even younger.
“Yes, lots of girls do get married at twelve… and then they die in childbirth at thirteen.” He states seriously. Aemond has little interest in fucking children, whether they have bled or not. “It was not because I did not like you, mandianna.” He reaches for you again to bring you demeaning comfort that you do not want.
“Stop touching me.”
“I didn’t know it would hurt you so. I had assumed it would pass.” He knows you still yearn for him.
“You think I still desire you? I want a man who will treat me like a woman, not a babe!” You’re angry and humiliated and you lash out, wanting that childhood crush to finally die, because that’s all it could have possibly been, frivolous and childish.
“I apologize. I should not have assumed.” You know he’s saying it just to calm you because a man like him is not so stupid, just arrogant enough to think he could never be wrong.
“I don’t want your purportless apologies.” You say with venom.
He sighs. “Then allow me to give you the gifts I brought for you-”
“You wish to distract me with trinkets?”
He isn’t too sure of what to say. You were much meeker as a girl, easily won over with pretty things and kind words. You’re more confident now… more Targaryen.
“I just do not wish to argue when it’s been so long since I saw you last.”
“And whose fault is that? You’ve had two years to see me… I’m starting to think it’s now too late.”
And with that, you stomp off, leaving Aemond dazed and confused… and slightly impressed. Maybe you aren’t just a little girl anymore.
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bi-writes · 13 days
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I LOVED how you wrote ghost and badass!reader omg 🫶 If you’re comfortable, would you be open to writing protective boyfriend ghost at the pub? Some oblivious guy is creepy when ghost goes to get drinks. He has no idea what he’s gotten himself into when ghost returns.
ill take any opportunity to write about my favorite lieutenant spilling blood for love (18+)
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he has been gone for too long. your glass is empty, and the crowd is filling the room, and it's loud. you lose him, even the size of him is swallowed by how many people are moving around, and you sigh as you lean your head into your hands and wait for him.
you know he must hate this. the people. the noise. it's hot, too, and you know he'll complain a little about the stickiness of his mask when you get home.
you gasp when there's a splash of something against your back. you cry out in anger, and when you turn, there's two men cackling as they come into your space.
"ohhhh!" the lankier one giggles drunkenly, and his eyes make you uneasy. his hair is curling from the sweat along his brow, and the dark pieces of it fall in front of his face, drawing low shadows over him. he's the one holding the drink that just spilled down your back. "s-sorry, luv--" he hiccups, and you glare.
"fuck off," you snap, and it's then that you realize you've made a mistake. something ugly flashes across his face, and his friend notices, a bleach-blonde with an uneven haircut, and he whistles a little.
"oh, fuck, mate--she wants a fight."
you scoff, shaking your head. "if you aren't gonna apologize for spilling that shit on me, the least you can do is get the fuck out of here."
"oi, you got a fuckin' mouth on ya, lovie," the dark-haired one growls. you sit up a little straighter, brushing off some liquid that's spilled onto the table. they're cornering you, you realize, when the blonde one takes a seat across from you and the other traps you in the booth by sitting next to you.
"i'm not going to ask you again," you say firmly. "get your ass off this seat and move along."
"you're one of those, aren't you?" the one next to you gets uncomfortably close. "one of those feminists? that thinks men are useless, and that you're meant for something more than the fuckin' kitchen?"
you frown, your mouth opening slightly, and you shake your head, "excuse me?"
"you lot," he comes closer. "think you're hot shit. but y'r all fuckin' slags. only thing you're good for is opening y'r fuckin' legs."
you jump visibly when he grabs your thigh roughly, and you're about to react when a gloved hand finds the back of his head and slams it down against the wood of the desk.
you squeak when he cries out in pain, his nose pointing at unnatural angles, and blood splatters the table and the denim of your jeans. you lean back, but then those gloved hands grab the back of his shirt and yank him out of the booth, tossing him onto the floor. he skids across it, wet with spilled drinks, and he doubles over, coughing, cradling his face as he sobs.
you swallow hard when ghost finally turns his head back to the table. his chest is heaving, and he squeezes his hands in and out of fists when his eyes land on the helpless blonde that still somehow sits across from you.
"no--" he holds his hands up. "n-no, w-we were just--"
"just what?" ghost snarls, tilting his head to the side as he looks at him. you suck in a shaky breath, frozen in your seat, and you almost feel bad for the poor thing. but then you replay the words, the way they looked at you, how one of them put a hand on you. you relax a little, blinking, and you realize it must be acceptance.
you take a dog with you when you go out. it's not your fault people don't realize their bite hurts.
ghost takes a step towards him, boots heavy, and he runs. he bolts, running away, out the back door, and he leaves his friend to cradle his bloody face against his shaking hands all by himself. the crowd was quiet for a moment, but the mood softens when ghost turns away, letting out a low breath. people realize the show is over, and they shuffle back in place.
there is blood on the back of your hand. before you can touch it, a gloved hand reaches out and smooths his own over you, wiping it away. you sniffle, looking down, and he comes closer to crowd your space. you feel only warmth with him there, and your lip trembles a little.
"s-sorry, i--"
"wot are you apologizing for?" simon mutters. "apologizin' for those fuckin' twats, luv? don't want t'hear it."
he grunts, shaking his head, and he tugs on your arms, bringing you closer.
"c'mere," he tilts your head up, putting a few fingers on your chin and staring down at you. he narrows his dark eyes, and you smile, just a little, sadly. "was almost too late." he looks behind him, and you see a few feet away, there's two drinks spilled on the floor, glass shattered where he dropped them. "saw him put his fuckin' hands on you, 'n--"
you put a hand on his forearm, digging your nails in there gently. you shake your head.
"it's okay. doesn't matter." you laugh a little. "kinda hot."
you notice him raise a brow, and he tilts his head to the side, and he hums.
"oh, that right, luv?" he leans in, closer, and when he touches your hands, blood comes off on your hands. you smooth your hands against his own, gripping them firmly, and you look up at him as you smile knowingly.
simon would do unspeakable things for you. and that idiot was lucky to go home with his hands still attached. it should scare you that you know this, that you know this is a fact. it's dark, it's cruel, but it's yours, and you like the way it tastes in your mouth.
you like the way revenge feels against your tongue, the sound that love feels between your teeth. this love is fucked and raw, and it will tear you apart, but you can't wait for it, to feel it, the thin line between pain and pleasure. simon pushes the boundary between good and bad, and for once, the blood feels warm, and he paints you with it, and it's fucking poetic the way you look at him now.
pretty eyes, big eyes, eyes that tell him she's going to fuck you when she takes you home.
"yeah, big man," you murmur, and you feel something hot go through you when his eyes drop to your lips for just a second. just enough time for you to know he's losing his resolve. one thought about getting his hands on you, and he falls, and it's pathetic, but he's so fucking hard, he doesn't care. "it's hot."
and when he forces you to look in the mirror later, when it's dark and it's just the two of you, you realize there is blood on your face, and his hands are dirty with filth.
but when he goes to take the gloves off, you don't let him.
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theminecraftbee · 7 months
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Grian’s unsurprised, when he heads back into Decked Out, to find Tango in the waiting room. He’s lying on the marble floor, one hand pressed against the moss, staring up at the fake sun shining down. In here, away from the much dimmer, bluer light of the citadel, he looks pale. Far too gaunt and skinny. His eyes seem a little sunken-in.
He’s smiling, though. There’s wonder in those sunken eyes. He keeps on looking around with something so fragile in his expression. Grian doesn’t really want to interrupt, but…
“You know you’re not supposed to stare at it, right?”
“Oh! Uh, Grian!” Tango says.
“‘Course, we made it so it wasn’t actually the bright bit. Can look at the sun all you want from here.”
“Yeah,” agrees Tango. “I sure can.”
“Touch grass,” Grian continues.
“I mean, technically it’s moss,” Tango says, drawing his hand away almost self-consciously. Grian swears in his head. Stupid. He wasn’t trying to…
“There were a lot of us hanging out,” Grian says. “It’s a nice room, isn’t it? All fun and cheerful.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it sure is,” Tango says. “Hey, Grian—”
“Nope. Not with me. Not gonna bother you about it. Just—you made something really cool, Tango. Plus, it was nice to see you. Haven’t seen you not in a hole in the ground for a while, you know? This isn’t quite the same thing, but since we’ll all be waiting in here for a while anyway…”
Slowly, Tango puts his hand back on the moss “Don’t worry. I’m happy,” Tango says. “I’m really, really happy. Hey, tomorrow, do you think just as many…”
“Tango, don’t be stupid. There might even be more of us.”
Tango sighs. It’s like some tension Grian can’t even name has left him. It should be nice, but there’s also something almost unsettling about it. The amount of contentment on Tango’s face—well, then again, Grian would be that kind of happy too, if he’d finished something that took over a year, and then it worked and everyone loved it.
“Yeah. That’s good. This is all really good. Yeah, I’m happy with this.”
But there’s something about how he’s showing it.
“Eat some more food while you’re up here. Scar’s been worried about you, and for some ungodly reason he’s been making it my problem. Do you hear me? Do you know how annoying it is when Scar makes something your problem?”
“Trust me, I know. Who else do you think he keeps bothering?”
“Fair enough. And don’t break our queue system! We worked really hard! I think Etho would kill you.”
Tango laughs. There are tears in his eyes, Grian realizes.
“I’m just—it’s so bright in here. And you all were laughing so much. And loved it so much. I’m so… happy. I’m so happy.”
Grian softens. “Yeah. Be proud.”
Tango beams. Grian goes back out of the waiting room. Something about it feels private, like he hadn’t been meant to intrude. He’ll dissect all that later. He’d just wanted to check in, since he’s here to add his decorations to the many cubbies everyone has decorated. Everyone really does love it. Tango’s going to be busy; between maintenance and everyone wanting to talk to him about what they’re doing, he’s never going to get a moment of peace alone. Might as well give him a little bit while he still can.
It feels important, somehow, for Tango to lie there and bask in it, in the moments he can.
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blacknedsoul-blog · 3 months
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An unnecessarily detailed analysis of Lenore's face when she realizes how gay she is
(Someone thought to tell me that I wrote "incessantly" instead of "unnecessarily" the last time I did this? Didn't they? You people are terrible).
These two vignettes make me crack up. Partly because it's always funny to see Miss "I can pick fights with the Deans, but thinking about my crush makes me nervous UwU" panic, but also because it's impressive how many things have just clicked in Lenore's head at this point.
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Like, this girl must be feeling like when you finish a puzzle. A very gay one.
What she knows so far
At this point, as far as Lenore knows, she and Annabel have not seen each other again. There was a goodbye, and she is aware of how much that hurt her. For me, there are two possibilities:
In this flashback, Lenore has realized that she is in love with Annabel, but it is an unrequited affection.
She interprets these feelings as "oh, I'm attracted to her because she was my only friend and she was painfully ripped out of my life. Yes, friends. Very good friends.
Personally, I prefer to interpret it as the second option (you will see why).
On the other hand, it's impossible not to see how willing Annabel is to give and receive affection when it comes to Lenore: in this scene, she tries to say goodbye with a kiss,
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And when they're in the closet, she literally throws herself at her.
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And I want to point out one thing: Lenore doesn't remember a romantic relationship, but her body seems to: she instinctively strokes her hair when she cuddles her, even though Annabel didn't ask her to. They have done this before. There is a familiarity to this interaction.
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Finally. Lenore learned chapters ago that she burned down her house, stole her dead brother's clothes, cut her hair to look more like a man for…something. She doesn't know what yet, but it had to be something important.
And she remembers it when Ada opens her mouth.
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(parenthesis: that comment also makes me laugh a lot, like, Ada, dear, if you knew the CRAZY things this woman has done for love).
Please, appreciate this gay panic
If Lenore had any doubt about her feelings for Annabel (assuming option 2), it has been completely erased: she is in love with her. There is no acceptable way to rationalize this as anything else. She was in the past and she definitely is now. That's what draws her to her, that's why she desperately wants to confide in Annabel, that's why her affection seems familiar.
As if that were not enough, Annabel has that ring on her. Not only has Lenore just been hit by the reality of her own feelings, she has just realized that her love is reciprocated, this is not a one-sided crush, they are going to get married. Suddenly, these invasions of her personal space are understood for what they were: an attempt to have a physical relationship on the terms one would have with a romantic partner. Because Annabel was not her friend.
She was her fiancée.
Also, because Lenore is too pure a cinnamon roll for the world, she must be wondering how much she hurt Annabel with this: how she dodged her attempts to show affection, how she doubted her, and, the icing on the cake, that comment:
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And all this mental cocoa is perfectly condensed into the expression she has in these two vignettes.
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Honestly, the scene is perfect as it is, with no dialogue, but you can almost hear her thinking, "I…I did…I told my fiancée we're friends, blaze".
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yinses · 11 months
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pairing: gn! reader x hantengu clones (sekido, karaku, aizetsu, urogi) rating: explicit warnings: absolute filth with no plot. oral sex, creampie, unprotected sex. general demon shenanigans that i'll be speak to my therapist about under duress a/n: nobody @ me about this. blame this tiktok and many more that came before. i'm going back on hiatus before i embarrass myself more.
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they never split off with out reason or insentive. it certainly took you a few years to realize as shared body between several minds meant just as many twisted ambitions and desires. around you, they were rarely ‘one’. the singularity know as hantengu was meant to fold itself as a rouse inorder not to seem as a challenge to the other ranked upper demons; there was enough posturing within the top three alone.
but frankly, it was hardly an issue, because despite the ceaseless mission appointed by muzan, there was rarely every a need for them to be present as one. or as such had been the truth of the mater for nearly a century now.
it was in this instance, that four minds were better than one truly had the strongest effect. because whereas the rest of their brethren had to divide their time in order to achieve their assignments, the hantegu only needed to divide themselves in order to appease both muzan and you.
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SEKIDO
with you sekido’s anger is compressed into the tightest ball of frustration as he tempers every urge to ruin you for himself and everyone else. a heavy groan blows past his lips as his grip on your legs flexes—once, twice and thrice more— as he regains enough clarity not to hurt you as he folds your body into a tighter mating press.
even this fucked out, this absolutely cock drunk and choking on the amount of orgasms he’s drug you through, you have the audacity to look like you could take more. how spoiled you have become during your journey to please all of his brothers. sekido’s fists the sheets above your head as he rolls his hips harder, balls slapping against your ass as he soaks in your soft sighs of pleasure. he absolutely knows you’d let him tears as many climaxes from you as he wanted and still roll over to the others after. the thought should make him so angry—
“am i doing okay, sekido? is it still good for you?”
fuck
sekido ignores you in favor of watching your eyes cross with pleasure as he pounds you raw. and more so, until you're mewling and involuntarily fighting against the firm press of his body as you spaz through the aftershocks.
for once, he wishes he were a lesser man so that he could relish in the scratches that would have surly marked anything other than the demon blood coursing through his veins. but for now, he was satisfied with the sight of his cum leaking from your entrance.
“yes, you were good. always so good for me.”
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KARAKU
the only thing karaku was obsessed with more than the sight of you, was the image of you watching yourself from your position bent over with him seated behind. karaku split through his own commands as his hand curls into your hair with a tug, drawing you back just enough where you hovered off the ground. it was a precarious position for you, vulnerable, as you couldn’t rely on the hands tied behind your back to rescue you should he decided to unceremoniously let go.
of course, that was the last thing on your mind as his lips brushed against your ear.
“such a pretty thing you stay. it’s amazing the integrity you manage to cling to despite taking all our cocks.”
he doesn't expect an answer. how could you with how hoarse and wrung out your throat was from the weight of him and the screams. so maybe it was a touch cruel the way his hand landed a harsh slap against your ass when you didn't even try.
“no gratitude for me? after all i’ve done for you?”
what you do release is a strangled moan as he slips out of your heat, while his hand taps the sloppy weight of his cock against the red swell of your backside. his amusement clear as he jerks his fist again to remind you to open your eyes. as expected, those tears came bubbling free the moment your lids opened.
“see that’s what i mean.” with no warning, he slides his cock back home, shoving your face back into the mat. “so.” he pistons again. “fucking.” and again. “pretty.”
you may not be able to speak, but he still manages to make you sob. and for them that is enough.
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AIZETSU
he had the echoed memories of his 'brothers'. how they molded your body to be pliable to their needs. it certainly made for an arousing cinematography—seeing you laid out, bent over and put on display for their pleasure. it help him soak in the uniqueness of his own preferences even more as he kept himself upright against the wall.
in his own personal opinion, he thought you looked best like this, tongue lolling sloppy against your lower lip as you slammed down against his thighs. you were an absolute mess as you bounced up and down, finding a rhythm that suited you both. it left aizetsu entranced as he reached out to cup your chest and squeeze.
“you’re beautiful.” and he means it as he pants, running his other hand along the curve of your torso in an offer. eventually your legs would give out, they always did. compared to the fire coursing through your veins as exhaustion strained your muscles, he had not even scratched the surface of his stamina.
and yet despite the glaring facts, you urge yourself through it all, ramping up the intensity as your nails dig into his shoulder for purchase. it’s obviously too much for you and you're bound to pass out at his rate, but you don’t stop. aizetsu can feel the determination emanating from you pushing on regardless, wanting this for more than yourself, for him.
his eyes rolled back and a whimper escaped his lips as he sat back and let you take. its intoxicating everything, your body against his, the way you clench so desperately around his heavy length. and the sounds; sloppy, squelching sounds from the concoction of his releases and yours. his brother’s might call him weak for scumming to something as human as overstimulation.
but if this was what letting you have a sliver of power gave him, then it only strengthened his inclinations.
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UROGI
he was aware that each and everyone one of them pushed you past the brink of exhaustion. it couldn’t be helped, even if it was only one of them, you were already facing a steep obstacle. so with this knowledge, it wasn’t necessarily him taking an advantage. you were equally as eager to please as he was to receive.
sometimes he can’t properly handle his need for you. it starts with the possessive arm wrapped under you to bring your slumped form back to your knees as he fucks you through your last peak and into another. he’s relentless as he mouths and bites against your shoulder and neck, fingers stimulating you further as they twist and pinch at your nipples.
at this point, he’s sure the pleasure is numbing; he lost count after ten and didn’t see an end point yet. it could be accounted as cruel, the way he angles his hips to reach even deeper inside. but even as the perpetrator, you would never complain. instead, tears roll down your cheeks as you clench around him anyway, soaking in the endless strings of curses falling from his lips.
“you want more don’t you? you always do.” had to, no doubt conditioned from their attentions to only want them and nothing else.
urogi still gets you to scream, every time beyond this point, as he picks up the pace until he’s pounding into you. you were amazing, always exceeding their expectations despite the way they were surely running you into the ground.
and maybe in, perhaps not. to him, you’d already earned your worth. pephas with time, it would amount to something above mortality.
you’d already given up on humanity after all.
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soft-and-lush · 9 months
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
-Chapter (2/?) ‘Can I keep you?’
Pairing: Tarzan!Abby x Explorer!Reader (Tarzan AU)
MINORS DNI
(Warnings, 18+ ONLY): DubCon, 6’6 Abby, Depictions of death, Drowning, Nightmares, ManHandling, Peeping tom, Major Angst, Size difference, Possessive!Abby Abby kinda loses her virginity, Choking, Smut, Scissoring, Oral, (Fluff because Abby is a human golden retriever)
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Word Count: 16,822
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Previously;
You drop your shoulders in defeat. ‘There’s no way I'm finding them tonight.’ You let out a sigh, and look up to her. “Go back?” you simply say, nodding and pointing back towards her home.
She reaches out to your wrist and grips it, but stops shortly as her gaze focuses on the air in between you both, following the light buzzing noise moving erratically in the air. You go to move back and flee, as to not disturb it, not wanting it to try and attack.
But she stops you, “Buh-Bee” She stutters out. “Yeah.. a bee.” You say, not looking at it. Rather, you keep your eyes focused on the girl before you.
She looks at you quickly before drawing her gaze away, following the bee buzzing through the air. “Uh-bee” she recited back exactly how you said it.
As you look at her, you realize that calling her “Girl” just didn't feel right. She needed a name, and as your eyes scan her face you become stumped. What would fit her?
As you start to try and think of names, all you hear are her mutters while she fixates on the insect. She continues to mutter ‘Uh-bee’ every few seconds. You feel her grip on your wrist start moving, in a soothing gesture. It seemed like she didn't even notice herself doing it.
Hmm..She was kind of like a bee.. She was soft and fuzzy, but could be dangerous when she needed to.
Maybe.. You’ll call her bee? ‘Mm-mm’ You shook your head as you thought about it.
“Uh-bee?” she looked at you with innocent eyes. It clicked in your head.
Abby. You’ll call her Abby.
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You bring the tips of your fingers up lightly to her sweaty and glistening chest. Her body reacted heavily from the panic you had bestowed upon her a few minutes before. The pulse is prominent in her neck, her vein easily pops out along it. She was sweating bullets at this point, but she didn't seem to mind.
Her small and bare breasts peek through her ever long hair that was now being pushed back and forth with the gentle breeze. The hair that’s bunched up on her shoulders, rises and falls as she breathes in and out quickly. You were unaware how startled and angry she had gotten once she had found you gone.
You couldn't understand why she’s reacting the way that she was.
Abby turned her attention away from the bee once she couldn't spot it anymore, and looked down to where your hand was lingering on her chest. Raking her eyes up to your face, she blinks hard at you with her mouth agape. She wanted so badly to say so many things to you but for the life of her, she didn't know how to say them.
“You.” poking lightly at her chest, “You are Abby.” You say the words more fitted as a name, rather than breaking down the syllables for her.
She must have a name already, but it didn't matter, this will have to do for now.
She looked at you confused. In return, you repeat yourself. “Abby.” You tapped her chest with an encouraging nod. As she looks at you a few moments pass, her face looks as though she let your words sink in.
She crinkles her brow while tracing over your face with her eyes. Pointing to herself, she repeats you. “Ah-bby?”
“Yes!” You beam up to her joyously. Shaking her head at you suddenly, she blinks at you. “Girl.” Pointing to herself once again. “No!” Squeezing your eyes shut, you open them again. “Well yes, but-” You huff, shaking your head.
A big gust of wind comes flying through the tree’s, rustling everything that it passes through. The cool breeze of the night was starting to set it. You could smell the salt in the air that was being dragged with the draft, all the way up from the beach, forcing a shiver to run up your back.
As much as you were anxious and scared, you could admit to yourself how amazing the current setting was.
The freshness of the nature around you was immaculate. The sound of the mysterious echoes of the bugs and animals it produced deep and far out in the jungle, was definitely something you’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing first hand before. At least, in such a gorgeous place like this.
You knew you needed to head back, it was darker than ever before and you knew that it was dumb and dangerous to be out here like this. The urge to find your friends was completely taking over your mind, and every second that passed was making you want to find them as soon as you could.
You knew your search would just have to wait until the morning. Knowing that they had to be out there somewhere, you’d find them tomorrow. Bringing your lip in between your teeth, you breathe in and then let out a deep sigh through your nose.
Tipping your head back and rolling your eyes in annoyance, not at her but at the situation, you sniff sadly and grab Abby’s wrist, “Lets g-” you’re interrupted by Abby’s arms shooting out to you, she roughly yanks you into her chest..
You yelp as your body connects with her’s aggressively.
You hear what sounds to be a chorus of sharp whistles very far out in the distance of the jungle. Soon accompanied by a quick movement of light through the trees and hanging vines, you think fire. It startles the animals all around as you hear settled birds fly from the trees to get away from whatever was moving so quickly.
’People! There’s other people! They can help me!’
“No Abby! Stop! W-wait! Maybe they can help!” you stutter and struggle against her grip, but she doesn't let up. “Bad. N-No! Bad.” she says back in panic, her face is alert as she starts dragging you away.
“What? Hey, st-stop!” You squeal to her, trying to fight back, but there’s no point. Her monstrous body basically engulfed you. Her strength easily overpowered you, and it seemed like she wasn't even trying while she continued to whisk you away.
“What are you doing!” You grit out.
Pushing at her face and arms, you turn your head in the direction you had heard the whistles and call out, “Hey! Please! Ove-mmm!” Your loud shout gets stopped short by a large hand covering half your face. Abby’s grip over your mouth doesn't move as you try ripping it off with a whimper.
She roughly turns you around, keeping her hand on your mouth. “No.” she growls out and keeps her eyes trained on yours, her nose flares with anger.
Her harsh voice and venomous eyes made you shiver. Your wide eyes beam up to hers with utter fear. You stop flailing your arms and go stiff against her, trying to breathe through your uncovered nose.
Her serious demeanor slightly falters for a second once she sees your eyes glaze over in an emotion that she never wants to see you show ever again.
Keeping eye contact, you nod up to her shakily. She blinks hard and swallows thickly, giving you a single nod back. She lets go of your mouth slowly but keeps her large hand in a cupped structure, allowing it to hover over your mouth.
She stares intently at your quivering lips, hoping and praying that you don't scream again.
She brings her attention back to where the whistle’s came from. Without looking, she drops her hand down to yours as she continues scouting the area to see if anyone has heard you. After waiting a moment to see if anyone did in fact hear you, deciding to come and investigate, her body went rigid waiting for someone to come out.
Yet no one did. So she turned swiftly on her massive feet and yanked you along with her.
On your way back, she pulled you as if you had wheels instead of legs. You wrap your free hand around the one gripping you, trying to keep up. Your feet barely kept up with her trained ones, tripping and stumbling over the bed of the jungle, all the way up until you were out of it and back safely, on the sand of the beach.
She leads you down to her home that currently feels tainted, at least on Abby’s part. Walking you up the ramp, she leads you both through the door that she left wide open from her quick exit earlier, with a large frown of anger mixed with sadness on her face.
As her mind raced, her own thoughts started stirring up more emotions for her. Igniting her chest again with that burning fire.
You had left after she told you not to. She went to get you food to stop you from hurting, and you didn't listen. You just… left her. All she wanted to do was take care of you, like she knew she was supposed to.
If she hadn't found you when she did this afternoon.. You could've died. The wrong people could have found you but luckily, it was her. And now that she’s found you, why would she ever let you go?
She doesn't even know you, yet she wanted to do everything for you.
Abby couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that this was really happening to her. It was like the stars had finally granted her the one wish that she begged for every single day, evening and night.
After so many times of praying for someone that she could call her own, it's finally come true. You were here for her. And only, for her. That's the only thing she could conclude about all of this.
Last night when she had done her usual routine before trying to ultimately go to sleep, she had caught sight of a deadly storm conjuring up in the sky, far out in the sea.
She had watched it all night, worrying for her own safety. She stayed safe all through the night though, the storm never having even reached the shore.
Abby had never liked storms. They made her feel uneasy, and they usually caused her great distress. And although she was a large person and was so physically strong, the simpleness of a storm had this giant predator cowering in utter fear.
She would lay in bed, curled up with her blanket over her head and her small keepsake of a doll, cradled flush against her hammering chest. She’d have her hands over her ears and her eyes squeezed shut as she was counting down the seconds for it all to be over.
Even passing out sometimes from the stress of it all.
Some of the storms she has had to go through would cause horrible destruction to her home, and the area around it. Always having to pick up the chaotic mess that was left behind when the morning had finally greeted her.
She never knew that in the morning upon her wakening, she would be finally blessed with a real companion. A friend. A partner.
Walking you back to her bed, she pushes you down, making you sit. You look up at her, not really knowing what to say as you bring your arms around yourself in a soothing motion.
It’s nearly too dark for you to even see her face, the moonlight coming through the door and left open windows was the only light illuminating the dark home.
As she looks down at you, she brings her large hand up to your cheek. You shrink back slightly, nervous on how she’s going to react next.
Hurt washes over her features. You genuinely were.. Scared of her. Abby’s eyes widened in fear, shaking her head. She quickly cups your face with both hands, bending and bringing her face close to yours.
She doesn't know how to explain to you how much she’s sorry with words. Resting her forehead against yours, she closes her eyes and sighs deeply. Abby tries conveying to you how much she’s sorry, the only way she knows how.
You blink and sit awkwardly as she continues her actions of holding you quite intimately. Not knowing what to do, you bring your hands from the small hug you had yourself in and rest them on the side of her tense and hard shoulders.
Abby nuzzles her cheek into yours after she feels your response. She pulls back and stares at you intensely, trying to show you how much she feels about this.
You look back and forth from her eyes to her mouth, “Who were they?” you point back towards the direction you were just in. Somehow she knew exactly what you were asking, she let you go slowly, while starting to stand back up.
She keeps her eyes averted and head down, which causes her hair to hang in her face. She steps back away from you, swinging her heavy arms down at her sides.
What was she supposed to tell you? How was she supposed to tell you? She wasn’t going to try. She couldn't.
She ignores the question entirely, causing you to clench your jaw in frustration.
Abby can barely see you anymore, reminding her that she hasn’t made the fire outside, like she usually does for herself. “Fire..” She mumbles out, turning and walking out the door, but stops short to stand with her back to you.
She turns her head over her shoulder to look at you in the dark. What if you left again? She won't let you do that. She didn't know what to do, knowing that using her words wasn't enough with you.
You looked at her questioningly, waiting to hear her at least say something else, from the way she was looking back at you. Instead, she turned straight ahead and sauntered down the steps, straight into the sand.
Was she just going to leave you? Why did the question upset her that much? How bad could those people even be?
You quietly stand up and walk to the door, watching her form continue on to wherever she was going. The bright moonlight cascades across her beautiful sun kissed skin, making her look like an actual Greek goddess.
She really was beautiful, there was no denying that. You shamelessly watch her retreating form, her bare and plump bottom moving with each step from her thick legs. Her strong arms swaying back and forth- stop.
Shaking your head, you try flushing away those inappropriate thoughts. You knew that you shouldn't be thinking this way about someone you didn't even know.
She stopped in front of a weaved basket, which seemed to have several different shapes of wood in it. And what looked to be.. Sharp rocks? You squint as you try to see what she’s doing.
As you step slightly to the side to try and sneak a look over her body from this distance, your foot comes in contact with something.
Moving your foot quickly so as to not step on the unknown object, you avert your eyes down, allowing your sight to come in contact with a scattered pile of yellow and somewhat green bananas.
Was this why she was taking so long?
You suddenly hear the sound of grinding? You look over to Abby, her back is to you as she’s crouched down into a squat. Her long hair moving over her back as she aggressively moves her arms, you’re not really able to see what exactly for.
Seeing that she’s not moving from her spot, you turn back to the bananas. You were pretty hungry.
She brought these here for me anyway, i don't think she’ll be upset if i take one.
Bending down, you pick one that looks the best to you, standing straight you turn back to her as you peel the banana open. Bringing it to your mouth, you bite and chew while watching her work at whatever she’s doing.
She stops her movements, suddenly bringing a little bundle of something in front of her quickly, moving her head in close to it. You slowly see the flame come to life as it lights up around her large form.
Her head shoots back to the home, checking to see if you’re still where she left you. Eye’s land on you with a stoney stare, probably wondering why you were standing up at the door, rather than sitting down.
You stand there holding the banana as you look at her, you wave it up like a white flag. Her angry stance completely falters, making her throw you a big goofy grin. She grabs a small piece of wood and wraps something around the top, bringing it to the fire, catching it ablaze.
Standing, she turns and heads straight up the ramp to you. Stepping back to let her through, you watch as her arm extends into something, not really able to see over her towering body. Whatever she did, caused it to light the corner of the room up.
It’s a beaten up old lantern on top of a small table, next to the bed.
The lantern has some of the glass panels around it either broken or completely missing. She walks past you to the other side of the room, on another table lays several different lengthened candles. Bending, she lights them each quickly.
As the light illuminates the room in a soft mix of orange and yellow flickers, you couldn't help but look at her all over again. Her beautiful and oddly strong body, bare as the day she was born, without any shame.
The light flickers over her skin as the flames dance with the air, making her look so soft… so gentle. She really kept you on your toes, knowing that she can be the complete opposite in a matter of seconds.
Maybe that's why you don't want to leave. You like that she can be so soft and yet so bold.
Swallowing roughly, your mind fuzzes with the thought of gliding your hands over her hard yet plump body, just to feel her warmth on you once again.
Cupping her hand around the flame, she blows it out until it starts to fizzle into nothing, making smoke loop and drift off into the air.
Setting it down next to the lantern, she then turns to look at you. She has an oddly shy look on her face as she brings her hands up to push her hair behind her ears.
“Thank you.” you say after you swallow a bite. She looks confused as she tries to decipher what that means. As you catch onto her creased brow, your own eyebrows shoot up, “Oh, this-” you point towards the banana and then to your chest, “Happy. I’m happy.” you finish with a smile.
“Thank you?” Abby repeats unsure. “Yes! Good!” You beamed back. She smiles widely at your praise, but as she goes to walk to you, she stops in front of the opened door, looking out. She’s reminded that she hasn’t done her nightly routine of going around and checking to see if things were normal around the area, before ultimately trying to fall to sleep.
“Stay.. ?” She sounds unsure of herself again. “Oh.” Your eyes widen. “Yes. I Will.” You make a point to start walking to the bed to sit and wait for her, you shuffle slightly until you’re crisscrossed and comfortable. “Wait?” she questions you shyly.
You simply nod at her with obedience, not wanting to cause anymore trouble. You’re also tired, although you haven't been awake that long. The stress this evening causes your brain to feel like tv static, you just need to wake up fresh in the morning.
Knowing a good night's rest will be the best bet at helping get you ready for tomorrow, and all of your endless unanswered questions.
Turning, she bends and grabs at a makeshift looking hammer that was sitting beside the door. Built from some wood, with a piece of smoothed over stone rammed through it at the top. It looked like it could do some great damage if wielded by the right person.
And Abby had definitely fit the mold.
She looks at you and nods, starting to walk out the door, but stops short as she looks back at you one single time while shaking her head, more to herself than you, before she shuts it stiffly.
You hear her feet pad down the ramp with quick and heavy stomps as you continue chewing your banana. You’re left alone with yourself, accompanied by the big pile of bananas left on the floor and the small sizzles of the burning candles filling up the quiet home.
You look down, eyes landing on the flower she had given you. Grabbing it, you bring it up to your nose and breathe in lightly, taking in the floral aroma. Without thinking, you graze it over your cheek delicately, just like she had done to you earlier.
Smiling, you drop it to your lap, twiddling with it between your fingers. You shake your head but you can't shake the small smile from your face.
You then go to set it on the edge of the table next to the lantern, to keep it out of reach from getting messed up by accident.
Merely glancing back over your shoulder, your eyes are drawn to something peculiar. You frown, squinting at the smaller object that was peaking halfway from under the blanket.
Blinking slowly, you contemplate grabbing it. Looking away, you feel as though it would be slightly weird, picking up her things.
Drawing your hand out, you pull back slightly as you think about going against it, not wanting to be too snoopy. Eventually, you get over that feeling and yank the blanket back, exposing the object.
It's a doll. A very.. broken and old looking baby-doll.
Swallowing, you grab it gently by the middle of its body and pull it to you, resting it on your thigh. Its left arm is missing. You run your thumb over its scratched up face, the dark paint on it was chipped pretty badly. It isn't the cutest, sure, but it obviously held some value to Abby, hencing why it's up on her bed.
You snicker, thinking about how someone with such a rough and tough exterior such as Abby, could possess something so small and fragile like this.
Around the tiny doll's neck was a necklace made out of tiny unique shells. It rested against its chest neatly. It was very beautiful, and it looked like it took some time to make. You wonder if Abby had made it. The brightly colored handcrafted piece really stood out against the dark brown skin of the doll.
Brushing the tips of your fingers through its uneven chunk of black hair on its head, you let out a sigh. Dancing your fingers across its face one last time, you shake your head and turn to place it near a handmade looking pillow near the top of the bed, with a sudden gush of care.
As you sit there, not thinking of anything in particular, your eyes suddenly widen as you swallow hard against the residue of the leftover banana in your mouth. You don't remember the last time that you’ve had anything to drink.
Setting the banana down, you look around searching for anything that can help quench the awful thirst. You don't think that she’d really be upset with you getting up, as long as you stay inside.
As you look around, your eyes catch onto various things. From the position you sat in, you focused your eyes on a large bow resting against the wall, with several arrows in a stack next to it. You stand up from the edge of the bed, slowly walking up to it.
Gently you brush your fingers over the bowed wood until your fingers get to the string. You wrap your fingertips lightly around the somewhat tight string, strumming it as they follow down along it.
Your peripheral to your left catches onto something very shiny, eyes darting to it. On a low table sat a small standing mirror. It had a long crack going through it from one corner, to the other. It was very dirty and quite old looking, as it sat with a few dusty fingerprints on it.
You bend down to see yourself, taking your appearance in through the layer of gritty muck and dust covering the reflective glass.
Your fingers come up to trace your face. You don't look as bad as you had thought, just slightly exhausted as you look at your droopy and bloodshot eyes. Looking down beside the mirror, you see a decent sized hairbrush. The handle seems to be snapped, only half of it remains.
You can see some light blonde strands in it, but it also looks like it hasn't been used all that much. Thinking back to the look of her hair, you assumed she stopped using it, at least frequently. It seemed very wild and very unkempt, as if it was a golden bird's nest upon her head.
The corner of the table has a couple of wooden bowls inside of one another, and what looked to be a couple of cups sitting next to them. What intrigues you more though, is the small little treasure box just to the side of them.
You didn't know what was coming over you all of a sudden. Wanting to be so nosy about her. She was weird, and yet so intriguing.
Fingers itching to see what's inside, you flip the latch of it up. Lifting the lid, your eyes weren't expecting to see this.
Coins. Many coins. They looked oddly beautiful. Unlike any type of coin you’ve seen before. Dipping your fingers in, you move the small coins around, hearing them clatter together for a few moments before ultimately closing it back up again.
Pushing yourself to stand, you notice the random whisked baskets hanging from the ceiling above, but you don't bother looking through them.
You rake your eyes up the wall and see what you think to be, shark teeth, that were strung up littering across it. As though they were proud banners. Many small and large dried out starfishes were very unevenly placed onto the walls. Including some fishing nets, splayed up above droopingly.
Huh-She likes to decorate…You squint and flash a light smirk at the thought. It seemed very endearing to you.
Bringing your vision lower, you notice a small barrel like bucket that had the lid leaning against it, opened. You hunch over to look into it, catching sight of what seemed to be 100’s of different shapes and colors of sea shells. What rested on top of the shells were random handcrafted necklaces and bracelets made from the shells.
So.. she must’ve made that doll one.
Blinking hard, your eyebrows dart up, “Wow..” You murmur out in awe. Each one is very unique. Some are showing off a serene shine from catching the flickering light of the dull fire or even the sliver of light coming in from the moon, and some are dusty and ashed over from the sand where they must've been found.
You glance your head to the opposite side of the room, eyes landing on a ladder that was leading up the wall.
Curiously walking to it, you rest your hands on it to look up above into the darker looking room. Your hand tightens around one of the steps of the ladder.
As you contemplate climbing up, you cast your gaze back to the door, tilting your head slightly to try and hear anyone coming up to it. Hearing no sign of shuffling or creaks, you look up and plant your foot on the ladder, and start to slowly climb.
As you climb up at least 4 steps, your head peaks up and over the upstairs flooring. It was light enough from the moon peeking through a window left set open, allowing a light hue to cast over the room.
Casting your eyes over the room, your gaze once again catches onto something fairly shiny.
A big wooden chest. The reflective buckle on the lid was unlocked and leaning back onto the wall, opened.
What looked like clothing, hung out of the chest haphazardly. As if it was being searched through for something in a frenzied state. Some pieces were scattered across the floor in front of it.
Other miscellaneous things are thrown about across the floor, messily. You notice stray pieces of paper, some crumbled, and some completely balled up.
You continue your short climb until your knees are shuffling onto the flooring. You put your palms flat to it as you try to stand on the bumpy structure, With your legs slightly shaking from questioning your trust in the boards, you go to walk forward but stop short from what you see at your feet.
It was a piece of paper, which seemed to be slightly crumpled and also ripped down the middle. Your eyebrows draw together. One piece is at your feet while the other is slightly further away, flipped over.
Reaching down, you grasp it and hold it up. Leaning over further, you reach for the other stray bit. You slowly raise your body up, bringing the ripped papers together, connecting them like 2 puzzle pieces.
Your face molds over in confusion.
It was .. Abby. Her face was sketched onto it, pretty well. Below it was a black symbol that you don't think you’ve ever seen before.
And next to the odd symbol read the bold words,
’FIREFLY’
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All the while you're snooping around her home, unbeknownst to her, you have no clue how much Abby’s mind is absolutely racing when out of your presence. As she tries hard to keep her mind on her normal tasks and get things done, her mind almost immediately flies back to you.
Every few seconds it seems, the blue eyes flicker back to peek at the house to see if you’ve decided to open the door and leave again. She tries to continue checking to see if her traps have caught anything, or.. Anyone.
She notices that some of her animal traps seem to be oddly perfect. Which wasn't normal.. She usually doesn't come home empty handed. Ever, really. It stumped her.Her eyebrows crease in confusion as she huffs.
She decides to turn in and head back to you. Along the way, she thinks about all the possibilities of why she didn't catch anything throughout the day. She grunts and gobbles out annoyed noises, unhappy with herself. Even more from the fact that she couldn't proudly bring you home anything to eat before going to bed.
Shaking her head, she reminds herself that she’ll just go fish in the morning quickly before you wake up for the day.
Flower will be happy. She smiles at the thought of you being proud of her tomorrow morning.
Stepping out of the rocky and rough ground of the jungle, she trudges her strong body onto the sand of the beach. As she steps, her feet fling the sand every which way as she goes to make her way around the front of the house.
Her mind is on you, thinking of all the little things she gets to experience with you now. Abby felt as if you were sent to her. You were hers now, and she was going to do anything and everything she could to keep you.
She’s quickly broken from her thoughts as she turns the corner that leads to the front of her home, her strong tanned legs collide with a barrel, holding many of her frequently used hunting spears.
As she knocks it down roughly, they clatter loudly against each other, ultimately falling and landing into the sand with a clattery ‘Pfff’.
Her shoulders and hammer drop as she lets out a breathy grunt, she goes to bend down and pick the spears up. But once she starts picking them up, she hears quick padders of feet from above and the uneven movement of creeks following.
Her hair hangs in her face as she’s bent. Averting her eyes from the spears, she turns her head to the odd noises. She looks down and stares into the sand, her mind races as she thinks of what you could’ve been doing up stairs. Wondering what you could’ve.. Seen.
Blinking hard, she shakes her head quickly. Swallowing harshly, she then wets her lips, bringing her bottom one into her mouth, now biting along the rough skin anxiously.
Setting the barrel back up right, she sticks them back into it 2 at a time. Clapping her hands together, she dusts off the residue of the sand and ashiness. Swooping her arm down, she grips her hammer and brings it up to her side.
Finally starting up the ramp, she approaches the door and opens it, automatically connecting her wild eyes to your panicked looking ones.
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On most nights, Abby never really slept for long. Always too antsy as she would toss and turn in her bed while trying to fall to sleep. So in turn, she would try keeping herself busy. Her body would be exhausted but Abby's mind felt as if it never wanted to sleep.
Even if she did fall into a slumber, it was always plagued with nightmares or full on night terrors. Most nights, she would sadly scare herself awake with her own cries and screams. It made her never really want to fall to sleep, anyway.
So she always tried tiring herself out in other ways. Feeling as if she always had to keep her hands moving to soothe her clouded mind, She would either spend her nights building things or crafting.
Those nights included staying up, just laying on the sand while looking up at the twinkling night sky. Her mind would drift in many directions, thinking of everything all at once. It overwhelmed her but also kept her contempt.
She wondered about many things, but one of those things overpowered everything else. The one thing that she could never, no matter what, tear from her mind. She was always wondering if there would ever be someone that could be with her forever, so she would never have to be alone again.
So she could have a purpose. A reason for just, ‘being’.
Abby was very lonely. So dreadfully, lonely.
She would always try imagining what it would be like to be in the presence of another person, and just be happy. It wasn't easy for her to do that though. She would always grow frustrated at trying to conjure up a scenario in her head. It was usually hard for her, because one of the main problems was that she didn't know how to be ‘normal’ around someone in the first place.
It wasn’t like she’s never been around another person. She has. But those moments were usually very short. Most of those said ‘moments’ was her sneaking around them.
It took her a long time before she ever built up enough courage to try and ‘speak’ with them.
Any of the times she’s tried making peace offerings, they wouldn’t ever accept. And although they were not nice or kind to her, she liked being around them.. At a distance.
She’d climb up high in the trees just to sit, watch and listen to them talk to one another. She might not have understood much but, It made her feel so much less alone while hearing them just be around her. It was hard picking up on small words here and there, from them talking so quickly, but she did it eventually.
The big turning point for her was when she was just a young teen.
One morning while scouting out their large growing camp, she had stumbled upon a river that wrapped around the side of their base. She climbed up high into a large tree that led straight into the shallow water. The large leaves kept her easily hidden within the shade from the imposing sun.
That early morning, all of the older women of the group had decided to go and bathe, not having time the night before because of the large and late feast they all endured late that night. Abby had watched from afar with envy and a grumbling stomach.
The early morning sunlight shone through the trees, down upon the noisy and serene river that passed through the jungle, with a beautiful burst of light coating the surface. It made the water glitter and ripple in gold as the group of older girls stood in the shallows, cleaning themselves peacefully.
Her curious eyes were glazed over in awe as she watched down on them. They weren’t doing anything significant, other than purely bathing and keeping conversation with one another, every once in a while. And just from that, it had lit a fire within her heart.
It was like alarm bells were racing throughout her brain.
She couldn't quite decipher what it was, or even what it meant. As the women would lug the soapy rags over each of their unique breasts, down past their bellies and over their bundles of dark hair, she’s felt things that she’s never felt before.
Her mind would become fuzzy when she would watch the older girls or women anytime she’d sneak over to visit. Whether it was when they were at their most vulnerable, bathing. Or when they were doing their normal daily tasks throughout the day.
She would look down at herself and run her hands over her body, just like they would do to themselves. The girls all looked so different from each other yet, were all the same. Just like her.
As she grew older and started discovering more things about herself, she couldn't stop. She would run home quickly after the whole camp would slowly start to fall asleep.
As soon as she got back home, she would explore herself lovingly under the stars, imagining her hands as another. But once she would finish and open her eyes, seeing that she was still oh-so alone, she would fill up with bitterness and cry in frustration with herself, until the sun had risen.
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“Hi.” You swallow hard following it with an awkward smile as you sit down onto the bed rigidly, waiting to see how she would react to seeing you standing, rather than being exactly where she left you.
Her eyes glance around the room, landing on the ladder to her left. Keeping her eyes trained on it, you see her jaw tighten, making you avert your eyes from her and look at the ladder as well.
Quickly trying to change the subject, you blurt out, “Water?” causing her to snap her gaze away from the infamous ladder and shoot her eyes to yours. Slowly, very slowly, she bends her knees and titles herself to the side, letting the hammer fall from her grasp and land against the wall with a solid thud.
Straightening herself back up, Abby keeps her hands dropped down at her sides, clenched. As she looks at you, her head tilts to the side, blinking hard. It felt like her gaze was piercing a hole through your head. Abby didn't answer you, remaining silent.
You ask again, “Abby?” You point to your mouth and nod.
As if she was in a daze, she shakes her head quickly, knocking herself out of it.
“Thirsty.” Abby grunts out. Her long legs allow her to cross the room in big strides. She hurriedly reaches down in the far corner of the room, lifting what seems to be a pitcher up in front of her. Turning, she goes to the small table and picks up one of the cups sitting there.
Your eyes glide over her burly form as she keeps her back to you, pouring the drink. Setting the pitcher down with a thud onto the table, she turns to you and automatically brings it to your mouth and tips it forward.
“Mmm!” You splutter at the surprising gesture. Water spews from the sides of the cup and down your neck, and all over your front. Bringing your hands quickly up to her arm that was wielding the cup, you pull it away speedily to try and stop her from fully emptying the cup onto you.
Coughing and burping slightly you squeal out “Abby sto-Hold o-Wai-” You can barely get out even a full word as you continue to try and cough up all of the water you had breathed in. She looked like she was a fish out of water as her mouth opened and closed many times, seeming as shocked as you were.
From your aggressive splutters, many flicks of water droplets land on her face, which causes her to flinch and flutter her lashes quickly. Her thick and wild eyebrows seemed as though they were permanently set into a frown at this point.
Abby didn't know what to do, or how to even react. She’s never dealt with someone doing this before. Standing there, she just stares wide eyed at you, uselessly.
Once you had finished coughing as much of the water up as you could, you sat there as you tried calming down. You grit your teeth and glare up at her while taking in slow and deep breaths. Bringing your hand up, you begin to wipe at your wet mouth and chin.
Abby’s eyebrows raise at your reaction towards her. Abby didn't understand what she had done wrong. You were thirsty, and all she was doing was helping take care of you.. so why were you upset with her?
She brings a big hand up to her face, wiping lazily at the water that randomly landed on her. Her hand then moves to the side of her temples as she pushes her wavy hair out of her face and behind her ears.
Sniffling, you clear your throat. “Give it to me, please? I can do it.” You urge her with a gentle nod, patting the back of her monstrous hand, that basically engulfs the cup. Her grip instantly loosens just from the softness of your tone.
You take it from her once you feel the weight of her hand retract from it and bring it to your mouth, sipping it easily as your gaze stays connected with her weary eyes. Fluttering your eyes down, they catch on her sweat slicked throat bobbing as she swallows tightly.
Without saying anything, she bends one of her knees and plants it to the floor to kneel in front of you. Abby doesn't really allow any space between your knees and her body. And although you were sitting down, it seems like she was still somehow towering over you even while she’s down on her knees.
Pulling the cup away from your mouth, you look away from her unwavering eyes, awkwardly. “Uh-you, can.. Sit?” You pass the cup from your right hand to your left, and pat the free space beside you on the bed, signaling for her to sit next to you.
Abby’s eyes follow the movement of your hand, but she continues to sit there, unmoving. Bringing her attention back onto your face, she bows her head slightly and looks up at you through her brows.
Stopping your hand that was patting the bed, you sigh at her lack of movement and continue sipping from the cup anyway. You start sipping at the liquid that was saved while trying to keep your eyes away from hers, choosing to look around her form instead.
It was awkward. Her just sitting there in your face, staring. Your eyes are brought back to her once she suddenly starts moving. Instead of getting up though, she brings the knee that was still posted up, down and beneath herself, now sitting on top of her feet. Resting her palms flat on her thighs, her eyes don't waver from your face.
After a minute or so of finally finishing the rest of the water, you set the cup down onto the small bedside table. Clearing your throat, you shuffle a little. Giving her a quick glance, you try moving back to give some distance between the 2 of you.
Abby’s eyes slowly fall from your face, and follow the path down your neck to your chest. Her tongue darts out to lick at her dry lips, then swallows as she keeps her eyes on your glistening breasts.
Unable to really feel it at first, simply because you were choking, you finally realize the water had made its way down your chest and down your belly, stopping right before your dark bikini bottoms.
“Oh..” You mutter as you look down at yourself. Abby’s cheek twitches as her eyes trace over them. Her left hand slowly raises, being brought up to rest the tips of her fingers on the edge of the bed. As you’re looking down at yourself, you dart your eyes to follow the motion of her hand.
She lifts her thumb and grazes the side of your knee, it was such a light touch that it felt almost ghostly. She brushes back and forth over you, causing your skin to litter with goosebumps.
Your breath hitches as she applies more pressure, her rough thumb against your soft skin makes you quiver as it shoots down to your core.
Clearing your throat, you try and think of something to break the current tension that lingered in the air. It wasn't an uncomfortable tension, it was more or less an awkward one. You didn't know why she was being so attentive and sweet to you, having just met you.
Shaking your head, you dart your eyes to the side and focus them on the blanket behind you. Which is still lying crumpled up on the bed with the doll sitting next to it, exactly where it was left.
“I-um, can I use this?” Turning to grab at the dark and old looking blanket. You pull it in front of you to let it lay in your lap halfway, presenting the cloth to her bright eyes. Abby doesn't really catch on to what you mean though. Raising her eyebrows, she tilts her head as she looks between you and the blanket, trying to understand what you might be referring to.
You let out a small ‘tsk’ with your tongue against your front teeth, trying a different tactic. “Uhhh..” you bring it before your stomach and motion to pat yourself. You point at it with your other hand while nodding, “Dry?”
Her mouth forms into a small ‘O’ once she realizes what you mean, she grunts through her nose. Very much like a bobblehead, she nods up at you. An amused huff comes from you.
Turning the blanket every which way, you try to figure out which end of it you should use to dry yourself off. You don't want to ruin your chances with a damp blanket as you try to stay warm throughout the night.
Quickly dabbing at your body, your mind forgets about all of the problems of today in these very moments, having to worry about something so miniscule. Such as simply drying yourself off.
You kind of had to suck it up and get over the fact that the middle of your bikini top was soaked, meaning you would just have to leave it alone and let it air dry. It wasn’t too bad, so you just soaked up as much of it as you could.
Her burning stare slowly starts to feel less claustrophobic. It almost feels like it's second nature now, since she’s basically done it all day at this point. You understand that sometimes, some people just can’t help themselves.
And you knew she wasn't doing it in a rude way, so you didn't mind. You could tell that she was just curious, and that was ok with you. You were definitely just as curious as her, but you were just better at hiding it.
You hadn't looked at her since you first started drying yourself off. So once you glanced up with amusement etching onto your face, her head flinched back a little. After a few moments of patting yourself, you finish. You go ahead and turn the damp end of the blanket around and down to where your feet would be.
Planting your hands down on the edge of the bed, your posture becomes less stiff as you try and make yourself come across more comfortable. You don't want her thinking that you’re taking her kindness for granted.
“Thank you.” You say sheepishly. Her brows twitch at your words, but she stays silent. She lowers her head as she looks down at your knee. Her hand raises slowly as she darts her eyes back and forth from your knee to your eyes.
Abby looks less confident this time around as her somewhat shaky hand cradles your knee. Your eyelashes flutter as you glance down at her hand veins bulging up under her tanned skin. She tilts her chin down as she ducks her head and looks up at you, waiting for you to react.
Your skin feels hot as she grips you tightly, but not too tightly. Just.. perfect. Like she was holding back her strength so much as to not smother you with it, and you knew she easily could.
She seemed to be trying to work on it, looking back at all of the other times she’s tried to show you her emotions, and somehow always messed up.
You not only surprise Abby, but also yourself at what you do next. Your hand works on its own accord as it comes up to plant itself over hers. “Good.” You mutter mindlessly with a small nod. Abby couldn't hold in her excitement at this.
So as soon as your hand touches hers, she launches herself up and forward to be even closer to you. If that was even possible.
Your eyes shoot open at her quick movement. Although alarmed, you try to stay still and just let her come to you. Abby’s face is now inches from yours. Her belly button was now at the height of your knees, making her small breasts to be resting right above them.
The intensity of her stare consumes you, and for some odd and unexplainable reason, she looks at you like you held up the stars. You hold her stare, noticing how her pupils waver and enlarge as she continues looking into your eyes.
It was like these blue eyes could say a million things. At least, they say more than she could ever physically say.
As you examined her so intimately, you seem more appreciative this time around. You just wanted to feel her.
Your hand starts to pull away from hers, but is stopped by her lightning fast pace. Her own hand follows in pursuit of your own, and wraps around your wrist, causing it to stop right over her cheek.
Abby just holds your wrist midair, eyes not wavering from you. Slowly, your hand continues to travel to her face, resting your palm gently on her strong jaw. Her eyes shut as she pushes further into your hand, nearly purring.
Her heart rate picks up quickly. At least you assumed so, from the small gasp coming from her lips. She pulls her hand from your wrist and uses both of her massive ones to grip onto your knees, ripping them apart. Her hands grip your hips and yank you forward so that her bare chest is clad with yours, forcing your center to smother against her abs.
Your legs bow around her thick and strong middle. Instead of keeping eye contact, she dips her head into your neck and breathes in deeply. Breathing out, her warm breath fans over your neck.
Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth falls ajar as her grip on you continues to stand strong. Her hands start squeezing at you, rolling your skin in such a possessive way. Gasping, you push forward into her.
Her hot and wet mouth drags across your skin, rather lazily. Your right hand falls from her cheek and cups around the top of her shoulder in a tight hold. Abby grunts against you at that, making you feel the graze of her teeth poke out.
Your left hand comes up to slide into her hair and cup the back of her head, pushing her deeper into you. Her hands begin to wander over you without any real plan. They thoughtlessly grip you here and there as they slide over your soft curves.
Abby’s mouth feels as though it hesitates against you, like she wants to kiss at your skin. Finally abiding by her own wishes, she firmly plants them onto you. She knew she was doing good by the way you hadn’t pushed her away. She then does it many more times, but does it less and less stiffly as she goes on, getting the hang of it.
It's not until you feel her large hand come to the front of you, and feel it palm at your inner thigh that your eyes shoot open in realization. “Abby.” You gasp out, trying to tell her to stop. As if your talking spurred her on, she pecks open mouth kisses at you, quickly.
You can feel her hard nipples against your own chest. Her large thumb goes further, sliding over your puffy lips through your bikini bottoms. “Wait, fuck-” You simultaneously snap your eyes shut and arch your back into her, moaning out.
Clenching, you feel yourself gush into your bottoms. Her thumb catches your clit, making you stutter a surprised jump against her.
Your hips move on their own accord, grinding up into her thumb. Abby takes the leap and bites on your neck gently, sucking as she rolls her tongue over you. “Fuck, Abby..” you sigh out. She removes her hand from in between your legs and brings it up hastily to your chest, groping you. She drops her mouth down to your other breast, sucking at the skin.
Although it felt good, you weren't sure if it was right to do this. At least after the events of today. “Ok, Stop!” You grit out, shoving her away. Your physical push didn't do much but as if your words burned her, she flew back off of you.
You look down at her on the floor. She leaned back on her legs, while her hands were planted on the floor. She was heaving, nose flared and naked chest rising up and down heavily. Her eyes were blown wide with lust as she stared up at you.
Your hand flies in between your legs, cupping yourself. You shiver at the feeling of how wet you had gotten with very little touching. From this position, her legs were spread, presenting herself to you. As the small flame next to you flickered, you could see how her thick inner thighs caught the light. They shimmered with her own wetness.
“We can't.. Ok? I'm sorry.” You shake your head down at her, sadly yet sympathetically. You feel horrible for stopping her so abruptly, but this seemed wrong. The current circumstances weren’t the best, and you felt like you just shouldn't be doing this right now.
“I-Abby.. we should go to, uh-” You were unsure if you knew what you were going to mean, so you gestured at the bed. “Sleep.” You say, bluntly. She averted her eyes from you, her face had completely washed over with sadness. She must've known what you meant as she just simply nods, clenching her jaw.
As she hesitantly goes to stand up, you don't want her thinking that what she did was wrong, so you hunch over quickly and place your hand on her thigh. “It's okay. I-im not mad.” You crease your brow and shake your head. The frown slowly grows into a smile as you rub at her, soothingly.
Even though she definitely doesn't need help getting up, you wanted her to know for sure that you weren’t upset with her. “Come on.” You whisper as you pull your hand from her, holding it out in front of her face with a come hither motion.
Her shoulders dropped at your gesture. Abby’s hand once again engulfs yours as she barely even uses it to get up, mainly putting her weight on her other hand to help. She wanted you to feel like you were helping.
You shake your hand from her grasp so she would let go. Abby was obviously too tall while standing but you raise your hand up to her anyway. She takes the hint and dips her head down, allowing you to caress her face once again, sweetly.
Letting your hand fall, you put your palms to the bed and scoot yourself further back. You then motion for her to come up there with you. She easily follows your direction this time, dropping a knee on the bed, sitting down.
Her eyes suddenly dart behind you, just as her hand flies out. She pulls the beaten up doll in front of her and up to her face. As if shying away, she somewhat hides behind it as she looks at you.
You give a small smile in return. “Where did you get it from?” You gesture at the doll. A moment passes before you see her pointing towards the front door of her home, she mutters from behind its head. “Water.” You just simply nod at her, not really knowing what else to ask.
Her long leg that continues to hang off of the bed, starts shaking. The doll is small, sure, but as you look at Abby holding it with both hands, it looks even smaller against her. From the sound that comes from her, you think it to be a small sound of a kiss.
Suddenly, she pulls it away from her face and into yours, “Lily.” She grunts out.
“Oh.” You say in surprise. Nodding, “Lily.” You echo back softly, patting the doll. She didn't bring it away from your face though. She urges it forward. “Uh..” You look back between her and the doll. It then clicked. You lean down and give it a quick peck. Smiling sheepishly.
She toothily smiles and hums out a delighted noise. She then pulls away and sets her down in the far corner of the bed, away from you both.
You and Abby just sit there for a minute, comfortably amongst each other. Letting out a big yawn, you squeeze your eyes closed. Opening them once you’ve finished, they sting with a small amount of tears.
You look at Abby as she follows in toe, doing the same as you, giving out a powerful yawn.
Both of your minds were fuzzy with exhaustion. The confusing and draining aspects of the day’s discoveries were really taking a toll on you at this point, even more than before. And all you really wanted to do was pass out.
You were going to ask her to blow out the candles, thinking it would help you sleep with less light. The nerves got to you though, thinking about how dark and creepy it would be in here, making you decide against it.
“Lay?” You ask her. Her face shows that she doesn't know what that means. Huffing, you grab her wrist and pull. You shuffle and lay yourself down on your back, pulling her with you. “Lay.” You whisper.
She follows you down, and lays on her side, facing you. You don't face her though, you stay planked on your back.
You move to pull the blanket from underneath you, shoving your legs under it. You try throwing the other half of the blanket over her but it barely even covers half of Abby’s body. It doesn't seem to bother her though.
Her pillow is under your head, only realizing now that you took her only one. You go to say something, mainly to apologize, but she brings her arm down and folds it to prop her head up, not really paying it any mind.
After a few minutes of trying to get comfortable, you finally settle as peacefully as you could.
Sighing as your brain starts to gently nod off, you whisper “Goodnight.”
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“Oh come on, it’ll be fun! Brunch is cool.” Your best friend whines to you as she walks around the kitchen island. Nora was cooking, and you were currently helping fill the fridge with food.
You groan, “Whatever. I'm not a fan of the whole middle ground thing, it’s either Breakfast or Lunch. I dont get why they mashed it up.” You roll your eyes playfully at her.
“I think it's because it's like right after breakfast.”
“Then that would just be lunch.”
“Ok then” Nora sighs, “Do you have lunch directly after you eat your breakfast? Or do you-ugh. Nevermind. I'm genuinely debating with the most stubborn person ever.” She grumbles.
“Wait,” You laugh. “Why would that even be fun? It's just food.” You close the fridge and start walking away.
“Uh-Exactly. It's food.” Nora huffs as she throws the mushrooms she just cut up out of her way and into a bowl. ‘Idiot’ you hear her snicker. The atmosphere is full of a light and airy, playful mood.
“What are you making again?” You question her, going to sit down on one of the stools at the kitchen island, watching her. You look at the couple of random magazines littered across the large space. Lazily grabbing one and flipping it open.
This time, she groans. “Would you just let me do what I gotta do?” Glancing up, you see her pick up the big knife and wave it at you, arching her brow. “Yeah yeah.” You answer back flatly. You hear her mumble under her breath, ‘nosey ass’
You huff a little laugh through your nose at that. A couple minutes pass of you mindlessly looking at miscellaneous things throughout the pages, while Nora tries convincing you of coming with her tomorrow for ‘brunch’.
It's gotten less talkative and more just sitting there within each other's presence at this point. Not really bothering to keep talking. Just comfortably hanging out.
That was, up until Nora’s voice cut in,
“Why did you leave me?” Nora laughs, now with her back to you. She’s now over the stove, stirring the pot of food. In your peripheral vision, you can see her shake her head as she says it. You let out a short and confused hum, you keep your eyes on the magazine as you answer,
“Huh?” you flip the page.
All that fills up the kitchen is the sound of you boringly flipping through the crinkly pages.
There was an odd beat.
“Why didn't you save me?” She says with a sudden graveley, flat tone.
The drop in her voice causes you to stop your eyes from scanning over the magazine, your eyes waver from the pages and move up the counter slowly, to allow the words to set in for a few seconds.
With you not answering and her not continuing, there’s a feeling in the air that you couldn't really explain. The once playful joy in the air was so suddenly.. drained.
Frowning, you dared to look over at her. And what you caught sight of made your entire body shudder. It was as if the air was completely knocked out from within you.
In a blink of an eye, your best friend's usual dark brown skin was sucked dry, and was now a deadly gray. Her once loving brown eyes are now glazed over in a soulless white.
Your eyes fly open as you shoot up from your chair, it aggressively falls over as you stand. Your nostrils flare as you try to catch your breath. Stumbling around the island, you put your hands up, shaky palms facing her cautiously.
“Nora.” You breathily stutter out to her. The beat of your heart was hammering so hardly against the inside of your chest, that it felt like it was going to burst out from within you with every beat. “Wh-Wha..” the sides of your eyes start to sting as you feel the wave of tears start to come through.
“I’m.. I'm just so cold.” She gasps out, then shivers violently. Her gray arms come up to hold at herself in a small hug.
“You left me.”
You shake your head at her words. “I didn't!” You cry out. You wanted to run up, hug her, and comfort her. But you couldn't. You were so scared that your feet were as though they were glued to the floor. “I can help. I-i, Nora. please-” You plead to her through your whimpers.
“You can’t help me if I'm already dead.” She grunts out over your voice. It looked like her body was thinning out. Her clothes began to look like they were 3 sizes too big on her. Bringing your hands up to your mouth, you sob into them with pure terror.
Her body stops shaking, becoming still as a plank. Nora’s white eyes slowly widen. She drops a hand down to her stomach, grasping at it. She lurched over as a sudden choke was spewed out from her lips. Her pale hands fly up to her throat, holding onto it as she begins to violently choke.
Water starts spewing out from her mouth as if her lungs were completely filled up with it. She jerkily falls down to her knees as the water aggressively starts spewing out from her and all over the kitchen tiles.
You slam your hands over your ears as your entire mind fills up with the sounds of her chokes.
“NORA!”
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Your eyes pop open while you gasp sharply upon your wake. There's a moment of sheer disorientation as your vision is blurred while scattering around. Tears well up quickly in your eyes and fall down your cheeks in warm streams.
Scared eyes look around the unfamiliar and dim room, as you try catching your breath. You push your body up with your palms and sit up with a chest full of devastation.
Your face is quickly taken a hold of tightly and turned to the right. Screeching, your hands fly up to grasp at whatever had a hold of you.
Body shaking, your eyes come in contact with wide alerted, blue ones. Abby. Her large body is fully sitting up as she hovers over you. Instead of sitting there doing nothing, you fling yourself into her arms with a cry.
It was so unexpected that once you collided your chest to hers, she let out a surprised yelp as she fell back onto her butt. You use your leverage on her strong shoulders to help pull yourself up to your knees, wrapping your legs hastily around her hips.
She’s stiff as a board at first, unsure of your sudden explosion of emotion. As you uncontrollably sob into her shoulder and messy hair, she slowly wraps her arms around you. Once she makes sure you aren't going to pull away, her arms tighten dramatically around your frame.
Closing her eyes, she does the same as you and buries herself into your shoulder. You feel her blunt nails dig into you as her grip becomes more tight, but you’re unable to care. You just need someone, anyone, to just hold you.
After a few minutes of you crying out as many tears as you could, your eyes began to burn uncomfortably, forcing you to finally stop for your and Abby’s sake. Your nose was now stuffed to the brim, and your lips felt like they could have been swollen to the touch.
Abby didn’t move for anything other than adjusting you and herself, as she tried to make it more comfortable for you both. The entire time she would run her rough hand over your back every few seconds. Abby’s shoulder had been drenched with your tears, but she couldn't care less.
As you slowly pulled away from her for the first time, you kept your eyes averted from hers, purposefully. The corner of your lips perk up as you sheepishly smile, sniffling. Bringing the blanket up, you wipe her shoulder off.
You were embarrassed for sure. You didn't know if you should be feeling silly for freaking out over a dream. It was just a dream, sure. But how could you just simply let it go? In these circumstances, was it so far-fetched after all? There were too many possibilities, and that's what made this feel so much worse.
You cast your eyes over your shoulder and look around the room. Not knowing how long you had been asleep, you catch onto some of the candles that have been drowned and put out by the wax.
Looking up, you catch her eyes already on you. Your eyes waver, making you squeeze them shut. You tip your trembling chin up, shaking your head back and forth to try ridding the images of Nora away. You just want to forget that dream.
You slowly start to open them as you hear her mutter, “Flower?” You then feel Abby bring a hand up to around the side of your neck, cupping it to pull you closer. Her eyes run over your face.
“Pretty.”
Her eyes drop to stare at your lips. Wavering only to look back and forth from each of them. As if in a trance, her breathing picks up and her head slightly sways.
Moving your hand from her shoulder, you let it drag to her collarbone. You sit there as you bring your bottom lip into your mouth, contemplating whether this was a good idea or not.
Maybe this is what I need right now. To get my mind off of everything.. Just for a little while.
Swallowing, you hesitate as you move into her.
Just do it.
You surge forward, crashing your lips to hers. As you bombarded her with the kiss, she had no real reaction to it, besides sitting still. Assuming she showed a lack of reaction from you catching her off guard, you continue.
Taking the lead, you go slow as you try to get her to start kissing you back. Only, she didn't.
After noticing her lips were still stiff against yours, you go to pull away with an apology at the tip of your tongue. But instead, you’re stopped by the grip she had on your neck. Now, Her lips start to move against yours.
Abby tries to keep up with your kisses as best as she could. After a minute or so, she slowly starts getting the hang of it. As it goes on and the kiss starts becoming deeper, you teasingly slip your tongue out to lick at her lower lip.
Gasping, Abby parts her lips just enough for you to dip into her mouth. You could tell that she was hesitant as she connected her tongue with yours. It was insanely foreign. Her tongue dances across yours with sloppy licks. You stop here and there from kissing, just to allow you to explore eachothers mouths.
She lets you shove her back onto the bed by her shoulders, allowing you to sit on top of her. Instead of laying all the way down, she keeps her upper body up against the ‘headboard’ of the bed.
Before going any further, Abby cuts off the kiss as her hands fly up to the bottom of your bikini top. Slipping the tips of them underneath the bottom of the cotton, she rips it up and over your head.
Instead of reconnecting her lips to yours, she brings her hot mouth down to your now free nipple. Both of her hands come up to squeeze both of your boobs tightly, pushing them together. You tip your head back with an open mouthed cry.
Your hands come up to wrap around her wrists, they continue to flex and squeeze against you. She lets go of your nipple with a wet smack, moving to the other to do just the same. “Fuck.. Just like that.” You gasp out.
Catching you off guard, you jump with a yelp as she nibbles at it. “Please.” You whimper out. Your words spur her on, but not how you thought. Her mouth stays on you as she drops her hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls of it.
Your hands fall to her hard chest, just above her breasts. Your nails dig lightly into her skin. She slowly starts to drag your core back and forth over her. Letting out a sharp gasp, you start to move with her.
She hums around your nipple at the feeling of your nails digging in. She takes her mouth off of you, looking up. The loss of her mouth makes you open your eyes and look down at her. Her mouth is ajar just like yours. You bend down a little, gritting your teeth, you move your hips more firmly against her as you stare her down.
She looks up at you with what seems to be a hurt expression littering her features. Abby’s eyes dart back and forth quickly from your moving hips, to your face. Your pussy moves in slow rough drags just over her lower belly.
You were absolutely soaked through at this point, and you knew she could feel all of it. Her breathing was just as heavy as yours, the top of her collarbone started to shine in a beautiful sheen. Not even needing to check and see if Abby was wet, because you definitely knew she was.
Moving them a little further down, you palm at her breasts. A groan flies out of her once you start swiping your thumbs over her already hardened nipples.
She brings her legs up a little, bending them at the knee to give her more leverage underneath you. Your eyes flow down to her face as you hear the call of your name, forcing you to stop in your tracks. Hunching over her, your chest and belly heave as you try catching your breath.
You blink quickly, your name sounding weird coming from her mouth. You don't say anything, you’re not really sure what to, anyway. Looking down to your center, you guiltily look back up to her face.
Maybe it was too fast. Maybe.. she wanted to stop. You hoped to god she didn't.
Instead of saying something, she wraps her big hands around your wrists and pulls them up to her mouth. Your hands fall open as she kisses one palm, and moves to the next.
“Thank you.” she murmurs after pecking you.
“Good, Flower?” Kissing you once more.
Relief rushes over you, making your shoulders raise. As if a heavy boulder was being laid on them. Huffing out a breath you didn't even notice you were holding, you swallow. Nodding, you reply “You’re good, Abby. So good.”
Her head then moves forward, wanting to initiate a kiss. You easily fall into her, kissing back. She lets your wrists go as you feel a hand slither behind you, sliding down your back and settling on your waist.
Holding your waist tightly, she plants her free hand onto the bed and scoops you up, you yelp against her lips from the sudden swoop. Before you can say anything, she lays you down gently onto the bed.
Her lips fall from yours as she litters kisses down your chin, your neck and then down the dip of your chest. She pecks across your breasts, sucking at your skin here and there. And then suddenly, they slow down as she brings her mouth lower.
Your belly tenses and raises with your gasps against her mouth. The trail of her wet kisses down your chest starts tingling and becoming cold as your breath fans down over yourself.
You try keeping your eyes open that are now heavily lidded with lust. Squeezing your thighs together, you feel how sticky you’ve gotten. You huff from the pure ache between them.
Scooting herself easily down the bed, Abby slowly stops her trails of kisses once she gets to the top of your swimsuit. Your bottoms might be dark but she can see the large shimmering puddle as you move. Your thighs flex, antsy for what she’s going to do next.
Her hands fall underneath your legs and roughly push them up by your thighs, your knees being forced to the sides of your waist. Licking her lips, her eyes don't move from the big puddle you’ve produced.
You feel your already warm cheeks bloom harsher at her stare. She brings her lips to your thigh and grazes them over your skin, your wet walls clench from the ghostly touch. You decide to tease her in return. Bringing your hand down, you pull at the top of your bottoms.
By doing that, they ride up your puffy lips and outline them perfectly for her. Humming, you loosen your grip on them, just to pull them back up harshly. The fabric rides up against your clit perfectly. Biting your lip, you start moving your hips into it.
At this point, you’re just putting on a show for her as you continue to ride against the thin cloth. She’s absolutely mesmerized by your movements, not even realizing that her head was coming closer and closer to your sopping center.
The smell of your deep musk invades her senses, causing her lashes to flutter. Without fully thinking about it, she shoves her nose right against the fabric. Breathing quickly in and out, she shakes her head back and forth against you.
Wincing, you grit your teeth from the stiff hold she has on your thighs. Her hold is becoming so tight that you believe it'll most likely bruise. Suddenly, the pressure is lost as she lets go and rips your bikini bottoms down your legs, throwing them somewhere your eyes don't follow.
She instantly drops back down to the same position she was previously in, but instead of her having to part your thighs, you do it for her instead. Exposing yourself quickly to her, she lowers her head down to you.
You thought that she would get straight to it but she hovers and just stares at your drooly pussy. She could easily smell you from the small distance and it caused her mouth to water.
You assume that she doesn't know what she’s doing, knowing that she barely even knew how to kiss that well.
Sitting up slightly onto your elbows, you try to pull your legs up into a more comfier position. She quickly takes a hold of your ascending legs, and throws an evil glare up at you. Flinching, your lidded eyes become wide at her switch of emotion.
“I'm not leaving.” You try calming down the tiger. “Just.. Here.” Your hand comes up from the side of you, slowly being brought down to the top of your lips, her eyes follow it as if she was about to pounce. You apply pressure to the top of your cunt and pull up the hood, exposing your clit to her. It makes you hiss.
It was hard and throbbing at this point, and the warmth of her breath fanning over your wetness wasn't helping. Her eyebrows twitch at that. “You can- um. You can lick it?” You thought that maybe she was waiting for the consent, but she still doesn't move.
“Please.” You sigh out, wanting to just feel her on you again. Catching her attention, she looks up at you. Shoving your hips up to sway in front of her mouth, you repeat yourself more firmly this time. “Lick.”
Her eyes follow your swaying hips, and the word repeats in her head. She takes the hint and her mouth finally drops onto you. It's messy and uncoordinated. And although it feels good, the movements seem as though they are more explorative, than wanting to give you any consistent pleasure.
You groan as she shakes her head into you, your juices wet her chin and cheeks. Her tongue slips down and scoops at your sloppy entrance. Her big mouth was basically devouring you as it licked everywhere it could. Even darting into you at random moments.
It was like she was teasing you. How every few seconds, her mouth would come up and lick and suck at your clit, just to be dragged away so she could focus elsewhere.
You note that she really doesnt know what she’s doing. And if this really was her first time doing this, you wanted her to go at her own pace. But at this point, it was really irking you. You felt like you gushed every time she finally paid attention to the one thing that you hoped she would.
“Please, Abby-God. Right here.” You bend forward to cup the bottom of her wet chin and pull her from you. She was against it at first but she stopped once you moved her to hover over your neglected clit. With your free hand, you bring it to your clit and start rubbing it in tight circles.
“This.” You grit out. Throwing your head back, your throbbing clit finally finding relief. “Suck right here.” Your voice deep with desire, hips grind up into your hand, “Can you do that? Fuck-Just for me?” Not caring if she understood you or not, your own words were helping you work yourself up.
“You wanna make me feel good?” Your words are followed by embarrassing whimpers.
Even though you didn't want to stop touching yourself, you knew that you wanted this beast of a woman to get you off, far more than your own hand. You drop your hand from yourself and also her chin, laying them lazily at your sides.
When you pull away, she immediately engulfs your clit into her mouth. A harsh intake of breath is heard from you as a refreshing feeling coats your chest. “Fuck!” You squeak out. Your throat is tight as she sucks harshly at it. Your hands fly down to her messy locks. You help her move against you, fucking her mouth.
Your head feels too heavy at this point, not really being able to keep it up anymore. Letting your head fall back, you squeeze your eyes shut and groan out as she nibbles against it. A single shiver stirs in your lower back, and then shoots up your spine.
With no real control, your thighs start to close around her head as her mouth feels like it's devouring you. They’re stopped quickly by a single slam of her hand on your inner thigh, keeping at least one of them parted.
You don't expect her to bring her right hand up to your pussy, as she drags the pads of her thick fingers at your entrance. “Huhh. Oh-Fuck me. Please.” You whimper, whispered pleas are followed after.
Turning her wrist, she pushes 2 fingers in without warning. “No! Ngh-Wait. Start sma-” Groaning, Your entire body clenches up. Her intent doesn’t falter as she starts dragging them in and out of you. Unable to even conjure up anymore words, you lay there and take it.
You might have been sopping wet but, the stretch of her fingers felt like you’d never just simply get used to it. Her thrusts aren't that slow or gentle, they oddly seem more articulated. As if she’s at least done this before.
The moans you’re releasing feel as though they’re being punched out of you.
The flicks at your clit help mask the stinging stretch of her fingers. The contrast of her making out with your bundle of nerves, to the delicious stretch of her fingers, make you truly breathless. The quick drags of her digits are slowed by how tight you clench around her.
You cover your mouth with the back of your hand to muffle your cries, even going as far as to bite yourself. Solid wet thumps are heard as she continues to beat into you with no remorse.
Curling her fingers, she punches them up roughly. You’re unable to think straight, only able to babble out incoherent words mixed with dragged out moans. Your grip on her hair was starting to become loose.
You were somewhat scared to let go but you did, only once you felt her free hand slither around your thigh and up your belly to take a hold of your boob. She possessively holds onto it as she growls into you.
Your back arches off of the bed as you place your hand over hers. She lets go of your clit with a soft smack as her jaw becomes slightly tired. She starts to focus on her fingers. Breathing in and out heavily, trying to catch her breath. The warm air fans over your thigh as she rests her temple onto your squishy skin.
Your entire body ripples against her harsh pounds, and you add to it once you start fucking down onto her fingers. “Im-i fuck. I'm so close.” You manage to get out. The middle of your chest was becoming damp, just like Abby’s hairline was, as it started to bead up with sweat.
Her cheeks were as bright as a fire truck now. Her hips start to grind down into the bed. You only notice now that she hasn't felt anything in return, only focused on giving you everything instead.
Letting go of her hand, you wrap both of yours around her thick wrist, bringing her fingers up to your mouth. Parting them, you bring her index into your mouth to suck on it. She looks up as she continues beating her fingers into you with no remorse.
Her lips part as she stares up, watching you pop her out of your mouth, just to lick a long stripe up the long digit, as teasingly as you could. You make a show for her, letting your spit web from your tongue to her finger.
Abby watches in pure awe. She feels herself pulse between her own legs as your tongue runs along her.
She must've been dripping straight onto the bed all this time, you were sure of it. Knowing how worked up she had gotten with just simply touching you before bed, this must've been a pure dream for her.
Not knowing what came over her, without thinking she bites the inside of your thigh. Not sweetly, but aggressively. Yanking her hand from your mouth, you scream in pain.
Her fingers were painfully pulled from your pussy after you started yanking away from her. A loud squelch follows from her dripping fingers being pulled from your abused hole. You yelp from the departure.
Abby shuffles further up the bed, so that she could hover over you. A sour look was etched onto her face. Her normal blue orbs were completely taken over by her predatory blown out pupils. Her eyes were dangerous, looking like a shark that just had a taste of blood.
The ache between your thighs is once again forced to strain against the stretch of her big fingers. “No-fuuuuhck!” You squeeze your puffy eyes closed as you feel them once again sting with tears. Her face drops down to yours as you feel her hot breath pan over your face.
“Flower.” She grunts out to you. The hand that's planted next to you comes up to grab your throat. Both of your hands lay next to your head pathetically. Your face strains as you try holding your breath from her fingers gliding tightly through you.
Abby’s hand could probably wrap around your entire throat, twice. So instead of holding her entire body weight up by your neck, her knuckles push into the bed. She tries not to put too much pressure on you, because she doesn't want to hurt you. She simply just wants you to stay still.
She rocks herself into her hand, acting as if she was actually fucking you. Your neglected clit twitches as you feel her start hitting that deep spot within you. You knew you wouldn't be able to cum from just this, though.
As she starts to get rougher, her hips snap into the back of her hand continuously, pushing her fingers impossibly deeper. Your trembling knees shoot up as you let out a scream, following it with a deep sob.
She lets out a groan for herself every time her hips come in contact with the back of her hand. Her clit hits against it perfectly, making her stutter against you a few times. Besides your own obvious wet sloshes, she was so wet that with each smack of her clit, there was an audible ‘shuck shuck’ with every land.
Your hand comes up to wrap around the wrist that has a hold of your neck, as the other goes down to help the throbbing of your bundle of nerves. Your fingers swiftly find a solid motion, playing with yourself at the same beat of her thrusts.
You could feel her long hair flick across your face every few seconds with her thrusts, tickling you. But you couldn't pay it any thought. Your mind felt like a wheel, just spinning and spinning.
With each rub of your clit, your lower belly clenches up. As you fuck yourself onto her fingers, you try to peak your eyes open to look at her.
All that your hazy eyes can see is, her face pulled up into a snarl. Her blonde hair aggressively sways while curtaining around you. Before you can continue peeking at her, you feel your eyes start crossing, now rolling back into your head.
The wet smacks of your cunt and Abby’s grunts start to slowly fade away as you keep playing with yourself. Her solid thrusts barely falter in contrast to your own hand that starts to lose rhythm. The familiar feeling starts burning in your belly, causing you to tense harshly with each piston of her fingers.
The deepness of her digits just wasn't enough. And the worst part about it was that you could barely form anymore words, all that you would try to say comes out mainly like a garbled mess. All you could really do now was plead to her in your mind.
Oddly enough, It was like she heard your thoughts and prayers in those moments. Meaning a few beats later, she starts slamming them up. Curving them up against the ceiling of your tight heat.
As you hold your breath every few seconds, your hearing starts to hollow out. You’ve never felt like this before. Never had someone treat you this rough during something like this. No one has ever made you feel like this before.
The thick air was intense. It was full of both of your hungry and desperate noises, accompanied by the solid sounds of you getting brutally fucked into this giant’s bed.
Her mouth comes down to your blubbering one, kissing at it. Dragging her lips down, she sucks anywhere on your neck that she can. Coming back up to your face, she sloppily kisses over your mouth yet again, making a mess of you.
“Ye..es. Y..es.” You struggle to get out. Your hand stops and so do your thrusts, body stiffening and tightening up to no end. Your grasp on Abby’s wrist causes your knuckles to brighten against the clutch.
The feeling of release gushes from within you and all over Abby’s thick fingers. The tight compacting of your walls makes her unable to move anymore. She tries pushing through the barrier but your walls clench aggressively as they keep her still.
Your body moves on its own, frenzied as you wail out. Just trying to get away from her consistent battering. Abby tries keeping you as stock-still as she can, proceeding to milk your cunt. Body shaking, your pussy gushes more than it ever has before. You can feel it starting to spill past her fingers.
Without you having to ask now, she stops. Allowing you to start falling down from your high. Your body is limp as your hand falls down lazily. Your chest racks with soft puny cries as you feel your knees buzz with near numbness.
With a small pull of her wrist, she pulls out of you. Your body cringes as she pulls completely out of you. You feel hollow now that she’s gone. Without fully pulling away from you, you jump as her fingers drag up your swollen lips, grazing over your sensitive clit. She brings her pruned and slicked up fingers to her mouth, sucking your cum off of them, dirtily.
As you lay there with your eyes closed trying to build up enough strength to open them, you feel her shuffle above you. The hold that was once circled around your throat, disappears. Head lolling to the side, you sigh in discomfort.
The dark shadow she casts over your closed eyelids is only a bit brighter now that she retreated back onto her knees, sitting up.
Wanting to just close your legs and rest, unbeknownst to you, Abby has other plans. You didn't even think about the fact that she hadn't even cum yet. Your thinking skills felt like they had to swim through miles of fogginess to actually reach your brain, in order to even make a single finger twitch.
You lay there dumbly. Abby doesn't seem to move, as if she’s contemplating something.
Barely lifting your head, it slams back down onto the pillow, seeming as though it weighed a thousand pounds. You feel her take a hold of your legs again, moving them in odd directions.
One knee is brought up near your chest again, just like earlier. Grunting, you muster up enough words. “Wait.. Mm-No. I can't.. No more.” You whimper out. Mustering up enough strength, you open your swollen eyes to look down at where you were both once connected.
She brings a large leg over your lying one, slotting her center right above yours. “nng-Abby, i can't..” Your efforts to deny her are purely moot by now. You stare at her waiting for her to stop, look up at you and listen.
But she doesn't. All she does is keep your leg up and her head down looking at you both. Her hips came down a little, almost touching you. Before bobbing back up. Seeming like she was contemplating the act.
It was as quick as you blinked, her drenched heat drops and connects with yours, slotting together like they were both puzzle pieces. And all you can do is whimper from the sensitivity, along with slight pain.
The amount of wetness Abby has been exuding all this time is ridiculous. She glides her lips through yours, mixing your juices together with deep guttural groans. She rocks and crashes against you in strong waves, just like the ones that were just outside.
As much as you denied it, you wanted it just as much. Your belly and overly-sensitive clit were begging for it. You wanted to cum again. Laying there, you let her use your body to get off.
Your arms are finally coming back to their senses, springing up to grab at her waist. Letting you pull her down. She allows herself to fall into you. Her body completely dwarfs yours as you bring your forearms up to her back in a bear hug.
Your teeth are tightly clenched together but you try very hard to get some audible words out anyway. “Ungg-Feels s’good. Just like that!” Her long and dark hair that framed her drenched cunt, dragged across your clit deliciously.
Now chest to chest with each other's hot and sweaty bodies, you hold on to her for dear life. Hands run up and down her scarred back, you find comfortable spots to dig your nails in.
She lets go of the leg near your shoulder and lets it hang over her bicep, it flops in the air with each thrust. Dropping both palms down next to your head, she uses it as leverage to keep herself going but also to keep herself up, so she doesn't crush you.
Her loud and normal noises are all of a sudden nowhere to be heard, as she continues dragging her hips down into yours. Flipping her head, she makes all of her long hair go over her right shoulder in a swoop, moving it out of her way.
Your ears burn but they perk up at the sounds of, ..not grunting, but.. Whimpers and sniffles. Turning your head from her shoulder, your vision is kind of fucked up by her large body rocking into yours. You catch onto her head tilted back, her eyes closed and mouth ajar.
You see that her muscular neck is protruding with thick veins. And from her head position, you see the slight curve of an adams apple beautifully bob as she swallows her quiet cries.
Your mouth is stuck in a silent scream, now that every thrust is making your clits bump into one another perfectly. Your nostrils flare as you babble every so often.
Wanting to shut your eyes and just take the pleasure being given to you, you can’t make yourself do it. You don't want to look away from her angelic face. Her red cheeks are now damp and streaked with tears, now falling down her neck.
“Th-ank you..” She struggles out. The deep rumble of her voice vibrates straight against your chest. You mewl at that, feeling yourself getting closer. And you know she is too by how uncoordinated her thrusts start becoming.
“Pre-tty Flower.” she sobs out. “Mine”
If you thought they were sloppy before, then you wouldn't even be able to express how they are now. And that helps you get there even quicker. The feeling of her losing herself in you and the solid swipes against your bundle of nerves is enough to tip you over the edge.
Your eyes are shut, body seizing up once again as you cum. You’re unable to feel anything but Abby.
Just her.
You never thought that someone you had just met, could ever make you feel this euphoric. The pure adoration she’s given you since you first connected eyes, was something out of a dream.
As she looks at you like this, she can't help but gasp. She drops her quivering lips to yours in a bruising kiss, squeezing her own eyes shut, forcing the tears to spill out. She cums just like that, kissing you.
Her strong body stutters against you as she clenches. Cumming harder than she ever has before. But it was so much different. So much different than her hand could ever make her feel in these moments.
This isn't something that she could have ever dreamt up, or conjured just from her mind. You were the one person that she felt like was sent here for her, the one person she was able to have just for herself. It was like you truly held up the moon for her.
Her body finally falls down against yours. Sticky chests heave together in destructive harmony.
If she thought that she’d do just about anything for you earlier in the day, there were no words to describe what she’d do for you after this. She’d like to promise that she would go as far as rotating planets for you, if all you did was even suggest it.
Abby shuffles her leg off of yours, so now that it rests comfortably on the bed. It was kind of hard to breathe, but you didn't want to say anything. Even if you did want to, you probably couldn't.
You dont know if you were imagining things from being so delirious, but you swore you could’ve heard Abby whispering against your skin.
She gives lazy kisses to the side of your head, knocking you from your daze. In turn, you peck at her shoulder. Abby tiredly rolls off of you after a few more minutes.
It felt like a train was ran on you, but by a single person. You don't even try to move, you just lay there. And somehow, she has enough strength after all of that to pull you into her front, cradling you like you were the most fragile thing she’s ever held.
And you were. You were the most fragile thing that she’s ever held.
Head raising up and down as it lays over her heavily breathing chest, you doze off into a dreamless sleep.
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ITS FINALLY OUUUUT!!!!
I was gonna have a huge paragraph talking about this chapter at the end but I’m absolutely spent. I feel like death and I now hate writing lol.
Anyway, Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it :3 🧡
Chapter 3 is gonna possibly kill me.
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Hi!! I just recently discovered your blog and I’m in love with your Spencer fic’s. :)) Could you perchance write one where reader is sick and Spencer takes care of her??
Hi lovely, thanks for requesting <3
Spencer Reid x fem!reader ♡ 792 words
“I’m fine,” you croak. 
“You’re not fine,” says Spencer, stirring honey into your tea. “You let this go too long without resting, and now it’s bad.” 
You inhale, looking like you’re going to disagree, but a coughing fit supersedes you. The force of it bends you over, and Spencer rubs your back, wincing. You sound like you’re hacking up a lung.
“Okay,” you say once you can, still coughing weakly. “You’re right, I’m dying.” 
“You’re not dying either.” A smile tugs at his lips. “You just need to rest. Is anything bothering you, other than your throat?” 
You shake your head. 
Spencer eyes you skeptically, passing over your tea. You’re infamous for this sort of downplaying. You’d been so good at covering up that you were feeling sick that even your FBI profiler boyfriend hadn’t been able to spot it until a couple of days ago, and even then you’d managed to convince him it was mild enough to go to work until he’d heard you coughing in the shower this morning. Spencer still isn’t sure if, when he’d come home today to find you flushed and miserable in the bed, you’d gotten worse or only stopped hiding it. 
 “Really, nothing?” he asks. “You don’t have any other symptoms?” 
You shrug. “Just other normal sick stuff.” 
“Tell me about them. How do you feel?” 
You frown, blowing on your tea. “Hot and dry. I feel like my entire body needs chapstick. And I’m tired, I guess.” 
Spencer frowns. He brushes a piece of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers stoke down your overwarm cheek. “You look terrible,” he says. 
You snort. Your cough latches onto it as an opportunity, and you launch into another fit. “Ow,” you wheeze, putting a hand to your chest. “Thanks, you’re really—really wooing me, Spence.” 
“No, I’m sorry,” he laughs, somewhat nervously. “I just meant that you look so sad, honey. I don’t like seeing you so sick.” 
“Me neither,” you admit. You take a scratchy breath in, deep as you can without it catching. You look like you’re savoring it. 
He feels his eyebrows draw together compassionately. “You should try to sleep.” 
“It’s barely six. I don’t want to sleep.” 
“You don't have to wait until it’s late to go to sleep. It might make you feel better.” 
“I know, I just…I don’t want to.” 
Spencer looks at you for a while, thinking of what to do with you. Your tea is still too hot to drink. He’d bought you cough drops on his way home, but you’d already had so many throughout the day that now you say they’re making your mouth feel sore and raw, and you don’t want to take them if you can help it. Maybe he could have you gargle saltwater…
“You should stay at your place tonight,” you tell him gently. “I don’t want to get you sick.” 
He knew you would say that. He’s practically moved into your apartment, though he keeps his basically as a storage unit at this point. Whereas Spencer has filled his apartment with enough things for one person (one towel hook in the bathroom, one nightstand, only one really good pillow on the bed), your apartment looks like you’ve always assumed you’d eventually share it. The first time Spencer came over, you already had fuzzy socks for guests, enough towels for an army, and two really, really great pillows on the bed. It made him realize that his apartment was really just a place to sleep; yours was a home. He never wants to leave, but certainly not while you’re like this.
“I won’t get sick,” he lies. (He definitely will. He’s already been exposed to you for days already and his immune system has never had his back.) “And anyway, how will I teach you chess from my apartment?” 
You groan. 
“This is really the best time,” Spencer says, going into the living room to grab the chess board you’d let him keep here. “You’ll never have more free time than when you’re sick. And this way, you won’t get bored.” 
“Sure about that?” you ask wryly as he comes back in, but you’re smiling. 
“Unless you want to try to sleep?” 
You look like you’re actually considering it. “When I was little and I got sick, I used to play mad libs.” 
Spencer feels his face screw up. “I don’t really like that game. They never make any sense at the end.” 
“That’s the point,” you laugh. A weak cough follows it. “Anyway, I’m sick. I promise I’ll let you teach me to play chess soon.” 
“You’re sick,” he allows, setting the chess board on the floor. Not that you don’t get what you want the rest of the time anyway.
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