#i'm really just desperately hoping he doesn't like. decide not to put me through

[flashhwing]

*clocks into work*

*does nothing for two hours*

*gets on zoom with my boss*

so you're promoting me, right?

#i lied the meeting is with the boss of the team i'm getting promoted to #also i've only been clocked in for one hour. the meeting is in another hour. i have no drive to do any work rn #i'm really just desperately hoping he doesn't like. decide not to put me through #last year i interviewed for this position and was rejected #they said i was their second choice but they decided to hire new talent from outside the company #which. bleh #apparently they actually want me this time so. heh. idk. fingers crossed #this has been a post #HOPEFULLY he doesn't ask to see my transcripts #this promotion is predicated on me taking classes to finish up a second degree #which i'm doing!!!!! it's just. my grades are not the greatest fjdksl

[matchascara]

HI how was your new year?? 🥰 i hope u had a great time <33

this is a little specific but can i please have cock sucking yan mean dom scara?? 🥺 🥺 im thinking of a scene where hes had a really tiring day or hes just casually chilling around and we give him the sloppiest, obliterating, heaven-scent gawk gawk 3000 of his life 🤤 andand he'll praise us and say somth like "whats the occasion?" and we're jyst "nothing just felt like gagging on ur pretty cock <33" plspls and thank u!! 🙏🏻🙏🏻

my new years was great!! thank you for the request! i tried, it's been a while since i've written anything, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless! <3 also, thank you guys for 1k followers!!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!

IN WHICH: scara's a popular streamer, so much so that he can't even give you a flicker of attention. when you catch him live one day, you decide to take matters into your own hands...

(not proofread)

scara was a popular streamer, his gaming skills, commentary, and his cocky, rude personality followed by his charming looks, brought him only the highest of attention. he's an internet celebrity, no doubt about that, so of course he's going to receive invasive fangirls that want nothing more than his attention, even if it's just him respond to their supa's with a snarky remark.

and as his girlfriend, you found yourself in a one-sided battle for his attention with said girls, even though they had absolutely no chance with him.

still, you couldn't help but feel as though they were the ones winning.

and that really bothered you. not only did you guys have to keep your relationship a secret from the public, but now he doesn't even look twice at you when you go out of your way to spend all day getting ready, just for at least some validation that he's still into you.

scara was in his streaming room, the light of his pc screens and keyboard being the only light illuminating this darkened room.

"he must not be using a webcam today." you thought to yourself as you peaked through the door.

scara, being the competitive guy he is, was way too focused on winning the game to even notice when you entered the room, making sure to quietly close the door behind you.

nor did he notice when you walked up behind him, reading all the desperate girls in his chat, increasing your jealousy ten fold.

you loosely wrapped your arms around him, causing him to flinch slightly. he muted his stream.

"get out." he didn't look up from his screen.

"i miss you..."

"i'm busy, you're gonna get me in trouble. so leave. i'll hang out with you when i'm done."

that was a lie. but you couldn't even respond, he unmuted his stream right away, made up a random excuse to his confused chat, and kept playing, as if you weren't even there.

but you weren't giving up, you had to win this one-sided battle, for the sake of your pride, and your man.

slowly kneeling down, you crawled underneath his desk, your hands trailing up, and down along his thighs as you slightly opened his legs.

scara stiffened at your touch, but ignored you nonetheless.

this only increased your need for him. you were gonna make him pay attention to you, and finally turn that damn stream off for good.

your hands traveled further up his thighs until they found themselves rested upon his bulge within his pants.

scara was in a heated match, he stopped his commentary for a moment as he bit his bottom lip softly, in a weak attempt at ignoring you once more.

noticing his reaction, you slowly slid your hand up and down that area through his pants, his cock now throbbing for more of your touch.

but he couldn't pause the game, or mute the stream yet. it would be too suspicious.

he took a deep breath before he looked down and gave you a glance of annoyance. you grinned and put your pinter finger over your lips in reply, signaling for him to keep quiet.

he clicked his tongue, irritated, but clearly turned on.

your hands slid underneath his the waistline of his sweatpants, revealing his full length of his hardened cock.

you licked your lips in anticipation, whilst scara's leg shook with anxiety.

"just relax." you said in a quiet, soft whisper.

before he knew it, your tongue slid across his shaft, making its way up, where your tongue circled around his pink tip.

his breath hitched. he missed a headshot.

"fuck." his tone was more breathy than usual.

your soft tongue kept sliding up and down against his shaft, getting it as wet as possible before you kissed his tip, before finally putting his length into your mouth.

he instantly moved his mic away from him and a soft, breathy moan escaped his lips, his head fell backward and he put his hand over his mouth.

his eyes being closed for a split second was enough to get him killed in the game, ending his match. his chat spammed, filled with confusion and suspicion.

you moved your head up and down as he let his cock shamelessly filll your mouth, using your hand to help what you couldn't fit in your mouth. your pace started off slow, and sensual.

he could handle that.

he took a few more deep breaths and gathered himself, going back to his mic.

"my bad, i had to do something--oooh"

your head bobbed faster up and down as you went down on him. your mouth and hand moving in a rhythm that sent a chill of pleasure down his spine.

he couldn't ignore this, he didn't even try to. he couldn't even get any words out to make up an excuse to his chat. his finger instantly hit the mute button as his hand took a handful of your hair, forcing you to take in more of his throbbing shaft.

he leaned back in his chair, moving you up and down his cock forcefully. his moans tuned from low, and deep to sharp, and high-pitched.

"fuck yeah...like that. just like that." his voice deep, raspy and completely breathless.

you kept going, not letting up. you could feel your eyes watering slightly as his length hit deep within your throat, causing you to almost gag slightly. but you didn't let up, your hand moving from his cock to the sides of his hips, your fingers digging deep into his skin as he face fucked you relentlessly.

his mouth hung agape, as he looked down at you, his half-lidded eyes struggling to stay open.

for the first time in a while, he wanted to see you. he paid attention to you.

what was he supposed to be doing right now? he forgot.

"ah- so good...fuck--- i'm so--"

his legs which shook with anxiety now shook with pleasure, and he couldn't get them to stop. his grip on your hair only tightened, you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

his harmonic moans sent a strike of pleasure through you, causing the area between your thighs to start aching.

"don't spit." he ordered.

scara failed at keeping his fingers interlocked with your hair for much longer as he leaned back in his chair, releasing a loud, sudden groan of your name. his white fluid filling up your mouth.

he stayed leaned back in his chair, his chest rising up and down heavily as his breath hitched with every exhale.

you kissed his tip and looked up at him with a grin of amusement as you licked your lips.

after a short while, scara cupped your chin firmly, pulling your face up to his level as he stared deeply into your eyes with a burning desire.

"what's the occasion? don't tell me you wanted my attention this bad..." he said with an cocky scoff.

leaning your face closer to his, you spoke. "nothing..."

you sat in a straddled position on his lap, pressing your body intimately against his, your voice becoming soft and sensual.

"i just missed gagging on my boyfriends pretty cock..."

#scaramouche x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #scara x reader #scara x you #genshin imagines #scaramouche x y/n #wanderer smut

[weird-is-life]

hii wondering if you could do hotch x younger!reader? where he's being insecure about the age gap and comforts him and says that she loves it and he makes her feel safe and stuff --thank you in advance!

Hii, ty for the request! I hope you like this, it's short but cute, well at least I hope it is.😅🥰warnings: angsty, fluff, pet names, age gap (reader is in her late twenties or early thirties), (0.9k)

It's your birthday next week and, if truth be told, Aaron has been kind of dreading it. Not because of anything to do with you, but because it's a huge reminder of the age gap between you two.

You've been dating for a few months now and the thought's always been at the back of his head, even if he doesn't want to admit it to himself.

And his strange behaviour gets your attention. At first you brushed if off as him being tired and stressed from work. But as he zones out around you even on his days off, you know something is up.

You are both sprawled on his couch, when you notice his mind is elsewhere. So you finally decide to ask him about what is bothering him.

"Aaron?" you call out his name.

He hums, acknowledging that he is listening, even though his eyes are on the TV.

"Can I ask you something?" this finally catches his attention, making him pause the film and look at you.

"Of course, sweetheart, what is it?"

"I just....- is something wrong, Aaron?" his face scrunches in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Is it work? Or does it have something to do with me, if yes you can tell me, because I won't mind-"

"Honey, nothing is wrong with you or work," he reassures you instantly.

"Then what is it?" you question with a slightly desperate voice.

"Nothing, everything is okay," he lies, but you see right through him. His very skilled lying from work not working, when he is with you.

"Something's been bothering you lately and we both know it," you point it out softly, even if your voice is a little bit stern. He takes one look at you and sighs, he knows, he has to tell you the truth.

"Okay, yes, you are right, sweetheart," he murmurs quietly.

"What is it?" You ask with a gentle voice, putting your hand behind his neck to play with his hair.

He doesn't know how to say it, so the words just spill out of his mouth," I don't think, it's a good idea to be together."

You look at him with so much hurt and move away from him, that he immediately wants to take his words back.

"W-what?" you puzzle, your lower lip slightly wobbling.

It takes Aaron every strenght he has not to take his words back," I mean, look at you and me, honey. You are so much younger than me, you should be dating somebody close to your age. Not somebody who already has a son. I mean, I'm not even home half of the time, what kind of boyfriend does that make me?" He is frustrated, but not because of you, never because of you, he just wants you to live the life you deserve and not waste it by being with him.

And immediately after he finishes his talk your whole face changes. You go from heartbroken to angry and you slap him on the arm (gently).

"You are being ridiculous, Hotchner," you argue. You are frowning so much at him, that in any other situation Aaron would have laughed at your expression.

"But I'm not, I'm being serious. You shouldn't be waiting almost every day for me to finally come home from work. You should be out going on dates, that you deserve, and I can't always, almost never do that-"

you put your hand over his mouth before he can continue. "Shut up, I can't believe you right now," you shake your head in disagreement,

"do you love me?"

Your question seems absurd to Aaron, because it is so obvious. "Of course, I do, sweetheart. But it doesn't change the fact-"

"But it does. You love me and I love you. I don't care, what other people say or think. And i don't care, that you aren't home as much as we would both like. But when you are, you always make it worth it, always. And I like being home with Jack, I don't even really like going out, I'd rather just be home with you guys."

"Plus, have you seen yourself? Guys around my age have nothing on you, handsome. You are too good looking to get rid of me this easily. " Your last sentence is teasing, but that doesn't mean your words are any less true.

"Really?" It's not often that Aaron feels uncertain about things as he does now. So your words are like a warm hug for him. Making him let out the breath, he didn't even realise he was holding.

"Yes, really," you scooch closer to him, caressing both of his cheeks," I love you Aaron. There is never a moment, that makes me doubt you or doubt us. What made you feel this way, huh?"

"I guess, it's always been somewhere on my mind," he confesses, as he completely melts under your hands.

"You should have said something earlier then, " you scowl at him," but I'm glad you told me now. We talk more about it later, yeah and work things out?"

"I love you," he doesn't know what else to say. He shows you his gratitude for you and your reassurance by kissing you, once, twice and more, until you loose the count of them.

There's still a little uncertainty about this for Aaron, but with you by his side, he knows, it will be okay.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner

[exhuastedpigeon]

Buddie Hiatus Fic Recs - Day 1 Fics posted between May 15 - June 15

This is the first of probably 9 rec lists that I'm hoping to put out before the 911 premier! Each list will cover a month, starting with the day of the finale and wrapping up the day before the premier.

0-5k wedding bells by renecdote / @renecdote Gen | 1.9 In which Buck and Eddie plan a wedding.

You Should've Just Kissed Me by chronicallystendan / @chronicallystendan Teen | 2.3k Set after the Poker Date Night, Buck overhears Eddie talking about being set up on a date and wonders aloud why Eddie doesn't just explain that he's already in a relationship - with Buck.

let me see them tan lines by 42hrb Teen | 2.8k Four times the 118 notices Eddie Diaz's ring tan line and one time he was wearing a ring.

The Toothbrush Correlation by MidnightJen Gen | 3.1k ‘A toothbrush?’ Hen repeated dubiously, eyebrows high and tone extremely dubious.

‘A toothbrush,’ Eddie confirmed.

The one where Buck has Celiac Disease by buddiefication (pumpkincreamcoldbrew) / @911onabc Gen || 3.3k Buck has celiac disease. He’s also in love with his best friend. His best friend who has a girlfriend. Somehow, these things keep colliding.

Love is stored in the kitchen by toomanybats / @buckstummy Explicit | 3.6k Eddie loses his mind on a Wednesday morning. The thing is that Buck has been around a lot more lately. Like a lot more. Like twenty four hours a day more, his whole apartment building is being fumigated, apparently. The problem is that it’s been like, two entire weeks, and Eddie is only a mere mortal.

take my hand (knot your fingers through mine) by rainbow_nerds, ransomdrysdale / @rainbow-nerdss Teen | 4.1 what 6x18 could've been, pre-relationship

all i ever wanted was a life in your shape by tuckergreeen / @henwilsonmd Gen | 4.3k Pre-relationship | Buck buys a new couch, and a few other things that happen after the bridge collapse. 

you'll feel the rush of it all by oklahoma / @malewifediaz Explicit | 4.7k Buck convinces Eddie to fuck him while they're on the clock at the station—even if it’s just the tip. To nobody's surprise, Eddie folds easily.

5k-10k please don't take this feeling (if I wanted to, I'd be alright) by rowan_wood / @transboybuckley Gen | 5.1k Double Dates, getting together, love confessions

totally not interrupting. at all. by magicisrealforme Gen | 5.2k Maddie's bored and misses her brother so she decides to drop by. She didn't expect to see Eddie there.

ring the bells by thelikesofus / @the-likesofus Gen | 5.3k Buck starts frequenting a coffee shop near the firehouse in hopes of running into the beautiful man whose coffee he mistakenly drank.

mark me like a bloodstain by MonsterRae1 / @monsterrae1 Mature | 6k In a universe were your soulmarks appear when your soulmate is badly injured, Buck think's his died, until his best friend gets shot in front of him and he finaly figures out it was Eddie all along.

not all of us are heroes (not all of us are brave) by withmeornotatall / @chronicowboy Gen | 6k buck and natalia break up, eddie decides to introduce his girlfriend to his son, christopher knows way too much, and the 118's wine night has never been quite so eventful

to feel the need of your touch by honestlydarkprincess / @honestlydarkprincess Explicit | 7.5k The one where Buck is touchstarved and desperate for Eddie. They fuck but it's also really sweet.

10k + right in front of your eyes by rainbow_nerds / @rainbow-nerdss Teen | 15.2k Buck offers to fake-date Eddie so Pepa will stop setting him up on dates.

very time we stop talking (the universe starts screaming) by withmeornotatall / @chronicowboy Mature | 21.9k buck gets reckless, eddie gets angry, they talk in all the wrong ways, and the universe decides to intervene

let's build this house (into a home, baby) by withmeornotatal / @chronicowboy Explicit | 24k.4 Neighbours AU, slow burn, Different first meeting, getting together

i owe you a black eye and 2 kisses by colonoscopys / @colonoscopys Explicit | 29.3k Four weeks later, Buck completes his first mission. Ft Nurse Buck and Mob member Eddie

today i live for a single drop of you by Underhung_Aura / @eddiebabygirldiaz Explicit | 38.9 Five times Buck dreams about sucking Eddie's cock and the one time he actually gets to do it.

let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts / @shitouttabuck Explicit | 54.4k a bucket list that’s really about buck needing to make a change and an eddie who’s ready to do anything to see him fall in love with life again. it takes some crossing off for eddie to realize—the thing at the top of the list in his own heart? it’s been right here all along.

when it's you i'm with (everything goes quiet) by withoutthetiger / @rewritetheending Explicit | 56.2k Eddie can't speak after he and Christopher are in an accident, but somehow he asks Buck to stay while he recovers. Buck can't imagine wanting to be anywhere else, and even in the silence that lingers between them, they both find a way to say everything.

wishing to be the friction by ipretendtobesane / @useramor Explicit | 97.2k the straight eddie friends with benefits fic

#Buddie #Buddie fic recs #rec list #buddie fic #911

[scalingsvt8thusiast]

Skin-Deep Chapter 4

summary: The one where you fall for Seungcheol amongst all the protests and insecurities. The one where you don't know that he's fallen for you too.

a/n: I ended up listening to Love Wins All by IU on repeat to make myself sad for this chapter. I'm generally quite a happy person so I had to somehow dig into the feelings from sadder times. Sorry if it doesn't feel real/deep/sad enough. I tried D:

“Hi Beautiful,” A voice you knew all too well. You ignored him and kept walking. 

“Pretty?” He was persistent you’ll give him that. You continued walking, picking up the pace.

“Baby? I know you can hear me.” He said, “Please slow down, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

With that you faltered, curse your weak heart! You found your path being blocked by Seungcheol so you really had no choice but to stop.

“Hey,” Seungcheol said, you looked away, turning your head away when he made an effort to be face to face with you. 

“What do you want, Seungcheol?” You sounded frustrated and your grip around your bag tightened, not knowing where else to put your hands. Your eyes still not meeting his. 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” 

After that day with Mingyu, you couldn’t deal with your feelings. When Mingyu dropped you off, you reassured him that you were fine, not missing that look of disbelief on his face. Once you reached the safety of your dorm room, you collapsed. You sat with your back against your front door and knees drawn to your chest, unmoving for hours. You felt nothing but an overwhelming sense of sorrow. 

It hurts to know you would never have a chance but you miscalculated how much it would actually hurt to see him with someone else. 

When you finally willed yourself to get up, you decided to do yourself a favour and avoid Seungcheol. You were hoping that if he didn’t see you long enough, he would get bored and find someone else’s feelings to play around with.

You had successfully avoided him for a few days, even changing your usual route home and leaving uni at odd hours. Today you weren’t so lucky. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, keeping your voice as devoid of emotion as possible. Seungcheol’s eyebrows furrowed as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Did I do something?” He said.

You debated for a moment, talk to him now or say nothing?

Obviously you were a coward, “No, I’ve seriously just been busy.”

You could feel him boring holes into your head. If you looked at him now, you knew the resolve you built would come crumbling down in a matter of seconds. 

“Come on, baby. Tell me what did I do?” He placed his hands on your sides, tilting his head to meet your eyes.

At the feeling of his arms and the sound of his gentle voice, you felt yourself falling apart.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice came out barely a whisper, eyes focusing on the cobblestone at your feet. 

“What can’t you do?” He said, genuinely lost. 

He had finally caught you after searching the campus for days. He even resorted to camping outside your dorm in one of his less extravagant cars to catch a glimpse of you, like a creep. When he finally found you, you didn’t look happy. You would normally give him one of your sweet smiles that made him lose control of his legs. You would look at him with those beautiful eyes that caused his respiratory muscles to spasm. You would laugh when he cracked a joke and he decided that all the best musicians in the world had nothing over your laughter.

“I can’t let you keep playing with me like this.” You said, trying to swallow the growing lump in your throat. Feeling wet streaks running down your cheeks, you cursed. You did not want to cry in front of him. 

Seungcheol’s heart clenched, he had never seen you this way. He couldn’t bear to see you look so down and dejected.

“Baby, why-“

“Cheol,“ you cut him off, pushing his arms off you, not wanting him to touch you any longer. “Maybe we should stop talking.”

“What?” Seungcheol said, he was desperate now, desperate to not lose you. His hands searched for yours and pulled you into his chest. He held you tight against him.

“Baby, I’m sorry for whatever I did alright?” He was practically begging, “I promise I won’t do it again, please don’t say that.”

You were letting out soft sniffles and whimpers against his chest. He continued muttering soft apologies into your hair while rubbing your back. He could only hold you while patiently waiting for you to tell him what was wrong. He couldn’t suppress the small feeling of content as you chose to stay in his arms and not push him away, at least that meant he still had a chance. In a happier situation, he would have chosen to stay like that forever. 

“I’ll get on my knees if you want me too, just please tell me what did I do?” He tried again, pulling away to face you. 

“Cheol, I like you.” You said in between sniffles, you kept your eyes trained on his chest, not daring to look at him. “I like you a lot and that’s on me. I know you don’t feel the same way about me. I do. So let’s just not- “

“Who said that I don’t feel the same way?”

Shocked by his reply, your head snapped up so fast you swear you almost gave yourself whiplash. This was the first time you looked at him in the past few days, he looked exhausted, his eye bags were deep and his face paler than usual. 

“There’s my beautiful girl.” He said, bringing his hand up to touch your cheek, his eyes not leaving yours. Your eyes wide as you watch him, looking for any signs of humour in his face, thinking he was just saying it to make you feel better. 

“I like you too.” He stated. He said it like it was so obvious that everybody knew. He said it as if it was the only thing he knew. “In fact, I probably like you more than you like me.”

His eyes crinkled when he gave you a small smile. You were still too shocked to process what he was saying. 

“Baby, are you still with me?” He was concerned that you still weren’t answering him. You two hadn’t even started dating yet, he couldn’t have broken you when he had just told you about his feelings. 

“I-,” You stuttered, “I-sorry, I don't know what to say.”

“You don't have to say anything.”

One of his hands had found its way to the back of your head. He pulled your face closer to his until you could feel his breath on your lips. His eyes darting between your eyes and your lips.

“Is this alright?” He sounded timid, unsure. 

A smile formed on your face. “Of course.”

His lips came down onto yours and it was like a million fireworks erupted within you. He kissed you slowly, taking his time with you. It wasn’t rushed or bruising like the ones you'd read about in romance novels. It was a hundred times better.

His free arm dropped to wrap around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. Your own arms finding solace around his neck, pushing your fingers into his hair. You let out sighs of content and he drank it all up.

Your lips were so soft, softest thing Seungcheol had ever felt. He knew once he got to taste you, he would immediately be addicted. He wanted to do so many more things to you but he would take what you’d allow. If that meant just kisses for the rest of his life, he would die happy. 

When you finally pulled away, he chased your lips. 

“Cheol, we’re in public.” You said, giggling as you playfully smacked him on the chest. 

“That hasn’t stopped me before, baby.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully and leaned in for another kiss. 

You placed a hand on his cheek and pushed his face away. He whined and pouted. 

“Will you let me take you out, princess?” He said, bringing his nose to yours. His beautiful brown eyes staring into yours. You blushed, feeling shy even though you two had just made out.

“Depends on where we’re going.” You replied. 

“Don’t worry your pretty head about that, I’ve had the reservation down since the day I met you.”

a/n2: hope you enjoyed reading so far! Again, I don't really think I did a good job on this chapter so let me know if you have anything to say about how i could improve :D

#scoups x reader #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol fic #scoups fic #seungcheol fluff #scoups fluff #choi seungcheol #scoups #seventeen seungcheol #seventeen scoups #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen #svt #svt fic #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt fanfic

[l0sercat]

Minors do not interact please!!

I decided to make the one thought into a one-shot since @fairymunson asked so nicely :)) Also the one fic is still in progress and ill try to get it out as soon as possible!!!

CW: slight degradation, insecurity, choking, oral (both m & f)

Buggy x fem!reader

Your legs clenched together and your grew uncomfortably hot in between your thighs. You were bored sitting in Buggy's room waiting for him. You were just daydreaming but those dreams turned naughty real quick.

You were thinking about riding Buggy's face and how'd amazing his nose is. You've always loved big noses because they were so much better to ride. His nose could definitely stimulate your clit while his tongue fucked you. Just thinking about it made you blush and become wetter.

But Buggy hasn't gone down on you yet. He has expressed he wants to so so badly but when he tries to he backs away. He comes up with excuses and a apology. You can tell he's insecure about going down because of his nose. The way he always kills people who talk about his nose. So you knew after the second times he didn't go through that his nose was why he didn't. You never forced him to go down once you figured it out but he still tried.

Your heart felt heavy, your love was super insecure over something so small. You decided you were going to help him with his problem.

"Ah! F-fuck Buggy! YeaH just like that hah..." You moaned out and bucked your hips on his face. You were on top of his face riding it like you always fantasized about. All your did was praise him and complement his nose. And when he asked if you were being serious and genuine you said yes without hesitation. Which caused him to lift you up and take you to his room and then let you ride his face.

"You like that you slut?" He laughed and his tongue teased your entrance. You whined I'm desperation "Please Buggy don't tease me I'll be good I swear-" you moved your hips so you could at least get some friction on your clit. You moaned lightly and Buggy's breath hitched. You knew he was putting up a dominant facade. You knew the moment you said something he was putty but you let him keep his act up. He was still nervous but with your praise he feels better.

His hands gripped your thighs to hold you in place. "Such a desperate whore for me huh?" He laughed and his tongue entered you. You gasped and tossed your head back. Your hands gripped the back board and you moaned. Your back arched as his pace was rough and fast.

You felt like you were seeing stars and you were close to cumming. Honestly for someone who hasn't given oral before he was doing a fucking fantastic job. You moaned out his name like a chant. "Ohh Buggy yeah mm right there ah your fucking perfect! The way your nose is fucking stimulating me and the way your fucking me! AhH please Buggy let me cum!" You ranted on in between moans and gasps.

Buggy's pace didn't stop and infact in increased. His grip got tighter and one hand traveled to your neck and lightly choked you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and with one last thrust of his tongue you came. You practically screamed letting the whole crew know how amazing Buggy is. Buggy just lapped up your juices like a thirsty dog.

"Buggy I love you so much fuck that perfect.." you stuttered and with shaky legs for off of him. He stared at you with wide eyes and parted lips. His face was painted your cum. "You really mean it right my nose is perfect? It doesn't disgust you or get in he way?" He asked with big wide eyes "I meant every word" you kissed his nose and you tried catch your breath. Buggy grinned and got on top of you "Were not finished yet sweetheart you still gotta get me off" You grinned and looked up at him with lust filled eyes.

"Make me" you said, you normally would never defy him but you were feeling bold. His cock twitched and he hoped you didn't notice but you did. He gripped your jaw and forced your mouth open "Take it like a good girl okay?" He said and freed his cock letting the tip rest on your lips before fully sliding in.

You gagged as his length hit the back of your throat. He groaned as your tongue traced the bottom of his dick. You sat there letting him fuck your mouth. His other hand found found itself inside your hair. He gripped harshly and fucked you fast. Your jaw hurt but you didn't dare complain.

Your eyes teared up and you felt him twitch inside of you. His breaths became more ragged. "Mm taking me so well fuckkk" he moaned out softly. You looked up at him with big doe eyes and that had him gone. He gave one last thrust and shot his load down your throat. Your nose buried in his pubes as his whole length sat in your mouth. "That's it swallow every last drop like a good girl" you moaned on response and did as you were told.

When he let go you both laid down on the bed. You huddled next to each other and pressed your foreheads together. You both stared into each other's eyes not saying anything but, it felt like you were until you both fell asleep.

#x reader #female reader #female #captian buggy #buggy smut #op buggy #captain buggy #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #opla buggy #opla #op live action #buggy thoughts #cw degradation #cw choking

[granddaughterogg]

Captain John Price comforts you

SUMMARY: You're going through Something (TM) and your commander offers you a hug and some kind words. Wholesome fluff with a tinge of simmering attraction. (Is it mutual? Who knows?)

Captain Price is an extremely perceptive man. He may be quite literally carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, but that doesn't mean he can't spot when one of his men (or women) is in a bad way. You were hoping that both your face – unsightly red from all this crying - and your general wet cat aura would have escaped his attention. No such luck.

"A word with you, Private?"

"Yes Sir," you sighed obediently. You have survived a week from hell, and now it felt like you've been called to the principal's office. What could your impressive commander want from you? You didn't particularly feel up to the challenge.

The door of the Captain's office closed behind you with a quiet click, but to your ears, it sounded like the swish of a guillotine.

Price circled around his desk, perpetually cluttered with paperwork. He produced a cigar from his pocket, glanced at it - and then put it back. He seemed to struggle with something, which was strange for such a quick-witted and decisive man.

Finally, he sighed, ran a hand over his face and leaned his shapely bum against the edge of the desk. You waited patiently, keeping a proper distance and staring at your boots.

"Tell me, Private…" 

That honey-smooth voice of his always disarmed you. So rough, so well suited to shouting orders amidst battle, and yet so warm. Like a caress dipped in steel.

Sometimes you imagined him using this voice while talking to his children - two mythical beings whom you've never met. It was meant to stay that way.

"…Are you all right?"

The question blindsided you. You lifted your head abruptly and gave him a wide-eyed stare. You could feel the damn tears already welling up.

You hadn't expected this. You were ready for remarks about the quality of your work, which has diminished lately. For a succinct rebuke even - Price didn't like to prolong such things. 

You didn't expect concern.

He obviously noticed that something odd was going on with your face. It would be hard not to.

"Oh dear." Price stated, cutting you a worried look with those tired blue eyes. "That bad, huh?"

"Sir." You swallowed, desperately trying to cook up some excuse that would be halfway plausible (Something got stuck in my eye.) 

"I'm…"

"I prefer not to pry into things that are none of my business, y'know," the Captain admitted, sticking both hands inside the pockets of his regulation breeches. 

"But it just so happens that you're a part of my squad and therefore you're my business. Your well-being is my business, Private. For the past few days, I've seen you slouching around, bumping blindly into things. You've stopped reacting to Sergeant MacTavish's unsavoury attempts at humour. Yesterday at the shooting range you tried to stick the wrong end of the mag into your rifle. If you go out in the field like this, you'll get hurt."

So he did notice that, too? Damn that old man. Your face was burning.

"So understand well what I'm going to say now, Private…" Price took the damn cigar out of his pocket again and twirled it in his fingers. "I realise that a young woman such as yourself might not want to confide in someone like me. You don't have to confess all your sins, but for God's sake, if you're struggling...with anything, really…then say so."

"Sir." The lump that has been long stuck in your throat finally thawed. Compromising moisture trickled from your eyes.

It was impossible to lie under that inquiring, steely blue gaze. The man oozed with embarrassment. He didn't want to do it any more than you did, but he felt that he should.

Captain Price was such a decent man. It's a shame that decent men are always married.

You decided to repay him with honesty.

"Indeed I have not been at my best lately, Sir," you said in a trembling voice. "Last week's been…difficult, for personal reasons."

"A crisis, eh?" Price sighed and began rummaging through his pockets again.

Your head darted up. "A clusterfuck of crises, if I may say so, Sir."

His chuckle was a raspy little thing. Pleasant. Frankly speaking, every noise that Captain Price ever emitted was pleasant to your ears.

"Eh, haven't we all been there? Here. You could use this."

He extended one of his long arms, firm yet slender, placing an immaculately clean handkerchief in your hand. Like nothing else in Price's possession, it was snow-white and smelled of fresh laundry.

You accepted it and wiped your face in silence.

"I'll give it back as soon as I wash it," you assured him. "And thanks."

"Never mind." He gave you one of those smiles which lit up his whole face, turning those blue peepers velvety and narrow. John Price must have laughed often because he had charming, deep wrinkles around his eyes. 

"Say, Private, would you be interested in a hug?"

You gasped at the idea. On the other hand...

"Yes, please," you declared, smiling at him through the tears. "As long as you don't mind having a wet spot in the front of your uniform."

"My vanity won't stand for it." He spreaded his arms, still grinning. 

"Come 'ere, girl."

You did.

It was a strangely solemn moment. He hugged you slowly, clearly trying his damnedest to avoid any impropriety that might arise. Price smelled like gunpowder, like those cigars of his and some musky cologne – all of the above mixed with the faint undertone of sweat. It was an intoxicating mix. You knew better than to imbibe on it, but it was hard to avoid it while the strong arms of your superior enclosed you in a warm, prolonged embrace. You chased the anxious thoughts away and just enjoyed the here and the now.

"Better now, huh?" He muttered from somewhere way above your head. Price was so much taller than you.

"Yes, Sir..." You whispered into his crumpled green shirt, faded from the desert sun.

"You know, it always feels like the fuckin' end of the world when those things happen...breakups, I mean. But it never is."

He chuckled ruefully. 

"As my ex-wife said when she was fed up with me: It's easy to find a replacement!"

You returned to your quarters fully soothed, warmed up - and stunned by the discovery.

Ex-wife?!

EX-WIFE???

#captain john price #john price cod #captain price x reader #captain price x you #john price x you #price x reader #john price fluff #captain price fluff #modern warfare #captain price modern warfare #captain johnathan price #captain price as a bumbling dad #EX WIFE??? #john price imagine #captain price imagine

[helaelaemond]

Tom Bennett + 42! I literally used an online number generator for maximum game-ification

Plain Jane REMIX ft Nicki Minaj - 'suck a ***** dick or something'

Tom Bennett x unnamed sailor - dirty talk, allusions to oral, man on man action

The sailor gives Tom a tight-lipped smile, before walking past him. “Let me know next time you need a hand. Or a mouth.”

Infuriatingly, the words slide over Tom’s skin like silk, making it difficult to retort. He clears his throat. “You should be so lucky.”

“Yeah. That’s the hope.”

That tryst was three days ago now. Tom rolls over in his bunk with a clenched jaw, and decides enough is enough. His cock is hard, and his stomach sick with want.

Back to the dining hall he goes in the depths of the calm night. He glances over the edge of the ship as he slinks silently along. Below, the inky water laps gently against the hull. How good it would be to be back home. He wonders if the woman from the dock would welcome her back into her company. How warm her thighs were, how wet she got. Trying to remember her face is pointless. Can't even remember the colour of her eyes. Brown? Blue? Black? Green? Doesn't matter. He lost himself in them that night. The ocean offers no oblivion. Not the same kind, at least.

"Hello, Tommy."

Tom's lip twitches. "Been waiting for me?"

The sailor, sitting at a table in the shadows, laughs quietly. "Would you like that?"

"Don't bother me none either way."

"Well, you've got your choice tonight." The sailor shifts slightly and his face is caught in a sliver of light from outside. He's grinning, and then he nods his head towards the far side of the hall. Tom peers through the darkness, and after a moment he sees the figures of three men. He holds his breath, and through the quiet, the sighs and noises of wet mouths fills his ears.

His lip twitches again. Perhaps once, it would have turned his stomach, but he supposes that now, as he's already fucked a man, it shouldn't bother him as much. That being said, he did think about a girl the whole time.

"Sure they wouldn't mind you joining."

"Nah, I'm alright, thanks. Just looking for one mouth. All them look a bit preoccupied, don't you think?" Tom retorts.

"Yeah, a bit."

"So." He pauses for a moment. "You free?"

"I ain't gonna charge you."

Tom actually sniggers at that. "Ain't got nowt to pay you with, anyway."

"Saving up for a whore in Argentina?" he teases. Tom glances down, and sees the strain against the man's boilersuit.

"I don't gotta pay for it, here or on land."

"That much I believe." The sailor stands up and walks slowly to him. He reaches for the buttons on Tom's suit and watches his face. "Tell me what you want, Tommy."

The girl on the dock. His sister's smile. A proper pint. Even his dad, who doesn't laugh at his jokes. Nah, don't think about that, not now. Don't get soft. "What y'good at?"

"Everything."

Behind them, soft moans are choked back by the three men. Unseen movements become quicker, more desperate. There are butterflies in Tom's stomach.

"How's your mouth?"

"Not as loud as yours."

Tom grins again, and when the other man leans in to kiss his neck, he allows it. The man's stubble tickles his skin, and his lips are hard, but he closes his eyes and thinks of her - any her he's even been with, really - it makes him throb. "Use it properly, then."

"You can do better than that," comes a whisper in his ear.

"What?"

"Say it properly."

"You want me to talk dirty to you?"

The sailor bites just below his collar. "Just once. You owe me."

Teeth make him shiver but he smiles. "Alright." He drops his voice slightly, and runs a brave hand through the man's hair. It feels strange, hair this short, but it's the least he can do. "I want you to get on your fuckin' knees. I want you to put my cock in your mouth like it's the last time you'll ever get a taste of it. And I want you to suck me off until the only thing I know is the name of the Heavenly Father. Can you do that for me?"

His mouth hangs open slightly, and he nods. "Uh- yeah. I can do that."

"Good g-" good girl. "Lad. Good lad. Go on then. Get on with it."

He does as he's told, and quickly. Tom's head drops back, and he fights back moans.

God, he misses girls - but no one has sucked him like this jolly sailor bold.

#tom bennett x reader #tom bennett x you #tom bennett x oc #tom bennett x male reader #ask #mine #troublesomesnitch

[odiesbun]

Helloooooo~

Could I request a TXT reaction where you call them by their name? No honey, no baby, no dear. Their name, and they end up like "What did you just call me?"

Hope you're doing good :)

♡...You call them by their name...♡

There may be errors in the text, as my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes and your request!

genre: fluff, some angst

warning: mention of Bahiyyih from Kep1er in reaction to Kai, insults, little banter, resentment, full names of the guys.

w.c: 1.3k.

a/n: I hope you like this part and the ones that came out a little earlier, haha. This reaction is very one-note because my inspiration is at zero, but come on. Happy Valentine's Day, my babies!

♡Yeonjun♡

•Yeonjun is used to the fact that you always called each other cute or funny names. So when his name came off your lips instead of «baby» or «darling», Yeonjun's face contorted into a surprised grimace.

You were sitting on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie after a long, exhausting day. You asked him to serve you popcorn and at first he didn't give it much thought until he realized.

- „Wait, what did you just call me?“ - He arched one eyebrow, crawling closer to you and handing you a small bowl of popcorn. You smirked, pretending not to understand.

- „Yeonjun? What is it about your name that makes you so surprised?“ - You smiled, making Yeonjun sigh and bite his lip. He ran his hand through his hair, leaning back on the back of the couch.

- „Usually you call me «baby», «darling», «sweetheart», but not Yeonjun. It seems rude and dry, like you don't love me anymore... Did I do something wrong?“ - Yeonjun's eyes glisten with the tears that come up, he clings to you desperately, begging you to tell him what happened.

•Will pay you back in kind. Once you decide the reason for Yeonjun's sudden new nickname, he will, in his heart, still be offended. So don't be surprised that instead of the usual affectionate words, you'll be a simple Y/n.

- „Y/n, I'm off to work!“ - Yeonjun smiles slyly, peering out from around the corner and squinting his eyes. You tsk, crossing your arms over your chest.

- „Choi Yeonjun, are we going to keep resenting each other and calling each other our usual names?“ - You sigh irritably, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

- „Well, if you call me my name again, yes.“

♡Soobin♡

•In the beginning, when you first started dating, you kept calling yourselves by your first names, for you were too shy to use the typical, cutesy nicknames. But once you got really serious, you started calling each other cute nicknames. So Soobin was surprised and at least a little offended.

You were both cooking your weekend breakfast in the kitchen, chatting nicely about the events of the past week exactly until his full name flew off your lips.

- „Soobin, could you...“ - You start to speak, but Soobin quickly interrupts you, putting his hands at his sides and adopting a serious expression on his face.

- „What did you call me?“ - Soobin turns around with a maniacal look, holding a knife in front of him and looking annoyed. You instantly startle, nervously guffawing away.

- „Honey? You heard me, ha ha, I really did call you honey!“

And Soobin really believes he heard it. Because he hears his name so often, especially from people he doesn't even know, so he thinks he's really paranoid.

- „That's better, baby.“

•Soobin is usually a soft and sweet boy, but in this situation. In this situation, I imagine he'll be teasing you about it for a long time, so you guys will have a lot of banter(and more) after this incident.

- „Hey, shorty Y/n!“ - Soobin giggles, putting his hand on you like you're his personal armrest. You tsk irritably, rolling your eyes.

- „You're just a skyscraper Soobin.“ - You verbally shoot you a smirk.

- „I'm not that tall, you're just too small, Y/n.“ - I hope you understand what happens after this incident.

♡Beomgyu♡

•I swear by all my original kpop albums, it came out completely by accident. You and Beomgyu had a certain thing in your relationship - you called each other things that normal couples don't call each other. For example, every time before you went for a morning walk with him, you'd say: „hey, long cucumber, let's go for a walk!“ - because Beomgyu is quite a tall boy compared to you. Or every morning, Beomgyu wakes you up with the words: „Thief, wake up“ - thief because you stole his heart.

When you had another evening grooming session, which you did almost every day, giving each other different face masks, my head and all, you didn't notice yourself calling Beomgyu by name.

- „Beomgyu...“ - You started, but the guy interrupted you instantly.

- „Beomgyu? Just Beomgyu? Is that all I've gotten in all the months of our relationship?“ - Choi crosses his arms across his chest, snorting resentfully. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, completely unaware of what he's talking about.

- „What are you talking about?“

- „About what you called me! Am I no more than Beomgyu to you now? Surprisingly so.“ - Beomgyu splashes his hands, putting all your grooming products aside and going into the other room, offended by you.

•Oh, that baby... We guys won't talk for three days now, until Beomgyu gets tired of resenting you and needs your hugs and kisses. He'll definitely bring it up in the future when you're calm and try to understand each other.

- „Why did you call me by my full name? I'm used to the fact that I'm usually something more to you than just Choi Beomgyu...“ - He lowers a confused look at his hands, watching as you intertwine your fingers together.

- „It was an accident, really... No offense, I just wanted to call you something else, but it came out that way. I'm sorry I made you think I didn't love you.“ - You smile as you watch Beomgyu nod with a smile.

♡Taehyun♡

•Your jokes and «casual» words won't get through to Taehyun! Because he doesn't care what you call him. Even if you call him a hurtful word, Taehyun will keep smiling and looking at you with loving eyes... That boy is so in love with you, ah.

- „Taehyun, I'm going to be late at work today, so your food will be in the microwave. Don't forget.“ - You smile affectionately, waving goodbye to him. Taehyun nods.

- „Ah, yes, of course. I get it, I won't forget.“ - He comes up to you, hugging you by the shoulders and kissing your cheek. But as soon as you hide behind the front doors, his indignation reaches him.

- „Wait, she called me Taehyun... Wait a minute. Taehyun? Why my name exactly?“ - Taehyun assumes a sitting position, hovering in a web of thought.

•He doesn't really see anything serious in the fact that you just called him by his full name. But he'll still talk to you about it once you get home.

- „Honey, hi. How's it going? How's work?“ - He smiles, running his hand affectionately over your shoulders. You sigh relaxed.

- „Everything is fine.“ - You nod, leading the way to your shared bedroom to share a bed with Taehyun.

- „But why did you call me Taehyun, my full name? I'm usually «dear» to you... Or «sweet»...“ - Taehyun frowns his eyebrows in the dark, his gaze turning to you. You giggle, apologetically.

- „I just wanted to see your reaction and what you would do if I did that, honey. Sorry~“ - You kiss him on the lips, feeling him literally melt in your arms.

♡Huening Kai.♡

•Don't touch the poor boy, please. He will seriously cry if you call him by his full name, it's his worst nightmare. Because he once read on the Internet at school that if people call each other by their full name, their feelings cool off for each other. So he gets scared, Kai panics.

You went out with his little sister, Bahi, for her high school graduation day. And when you called Kai by his real name, only Bahi gave it meaning, for Kai was too engrossed in the conversation.

- „Why did Y/n call you «Kai Kamal Huening» and not «cute», as she usually does?“ - Bahiyyih raised her eyebrows, leaning her elbows on the table.

- „What do you mean by that? Oh... Indeed.“ - Kai's eyes widen, and he purses his lips and turns his gaze to you, waiting for an excuse. If you say it was an accident or something, Kai won't rest for days, wondering why, of all the nicknames, you chose his name.

•Soon you settle this silly misunderstanding, Kai will act suspiciously. If you talk on the phone, Kai will stand under the door eavesdropping. If you talk to him, Kai will listen to every word and absorb it like a sponge.

- „Kai?“ - You gasp in surprise as you run into Kai in the doorway after your phone call. You almost hit Kai with the door, the boy smiles awkwardly.

- „Hi.“ - He giggles, nervously putting his hands behind his back.

- „Were you eavesdropping?“ - You arch an eyebrow, clearly unhappy with your boyfriend's behavior.

- „...Yes, sorry...“ - Ashamedly, Kai answers, lowering his head.

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[flowerprincesscherryblossom]

daddy please

pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader word count: 1226 warnings: fluff, smut, established relationship, dirty talk, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, daddy kink, impregnation kink, explicit language AO3 A/N: request - can i please request taehyung having a impreg kink and reader has a daddy kink. they’re trying for a baby. thank youu. Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

In all honesty, it shouldn't have surprised you to find out that your fiance had a few secret kinks in him. Hell, even you had a few in you. But somehow, in all the years the two of you have been together, this one's never were brought to light.

Until recently that is.

You knew Taehyung wanted to be a father, one of the first things he told you once your relationship got serious was that, if able, he would have five children. He was a family man. You also shared that one of your dreams was to be a mother - although you weren't sure about five children.

As your relationship progressed it seemed like that conversation had been archived at the back of your minds. He never forced you to be the future mother of his children and was always careful not to cum inside of you whenever you were having sex - even when you told him that you were on the pill and nothing would happen - he also said that he liked to cum on you so you guessed it was a win-win situation.

All of that changed when he proposed.

With the pressures of wanting your wedding day to be perfect taking the pill had been the last thing on your mind, and you were planning to stop taking it anyway.

However, you couldn't predict that as soon as Taehyung found out that he would want to fill you up with his cum at any chance he got. You wanted to wait until after the wedding to start trying to have a baby but he seemed to have a different plan in mind. Not that you minded much.

You were laying in bed, taking a break from everything marriage related, you might go on a rampage if you see any more flower arrangements. You just wanted to close your eyes and all the stress would magically leave your body.

As if on cue, Taehyung enters your joined room, knowing you would be here after seeing the mess of papers in the living room when he came back from work.

Moving behind you he started to massage your tense shoulders. He felt guilty leaving you to deal with everything that related to the wedding while he kept his focus on his career, the two of you had talked about this and you insisted that he keep his attention on his idol life while you dealt with the rest but that didn't stop the guilt he felt whenever he saw you like this.

"You okay babygirl?" he kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling your closer to him as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

"Just trying to forget the world." you let out a whimper as felt him peppering kisses along your neck.

"I can think of a way to help you."

You let out a chuckle at his suggestive tone. "Really? God, you're insatiable."

"Hey, I was talking about helping you decide on the cake. You're the one that made it dirty."

"Then what's this?" you palmed him through his pants, feeling his cock already hardening. "Doesn't look like innocent intentions."

"I can't help it." one of his hands slowly started to descent towards your center, a hitch of your breath as you felt him rub your clothed core. "When I'm this close to you I can't stop imagining how more perfect you'll look while carrying my child."

Pulling your panties to the side he rubbed your wetness around your slit. "Everyone knowing it was me put that baby there as you get bigger."

He inserted two of his fingers in you as his thumb rubbed circles in your clit, his other hand removing your shirt before cupping one of your breasts. "Your tits are gonna be so big and full of milk."

You couldn't take his teasing anymore. "Daddy please, I need your cock."

He chuckled at your desperation, removing himself from you and shedding himself of his clothes. "You need my cock? Say the words babygirl, loud and clear. Tell me what you need."

"I need your cock. I need your cum. I need you." you whined with a pout on your lips.

Gripping your chin, he kissed you softly and slowly, pulling away before you had a chance to deepen it and biting your earlobe. "Hands and knees babygirl."

You moved quickly into position, wiggling your ass at him trying to entice him but receiving a hard slap on your clit, a loud moan escaping you. "Always so desperate for my cock in you." you groan when you feel his fingers sliding easily inside you.

His free hand running up and down his length, Taehyung heard you gasp as he curled his fingers. "Daddy please."

"You know what other image haunts me? Your swollen belly as I fuck you in every position that won't hurt either you or the baby."

He pulls his fingers from you, gripping your hips tightly and entering you before you had a chance to complain.

"God…" he groans as he seats himself in you.

"Daddy, please move." you rock back against, trying to get him to move but only receiving a slap in your cheeks.

"So impatient. Are you that desperate to have my cum in you?" pulling out until only the tip remained inside before slamming into you, punctuating every word with a hard thrust. "Don't worry babygirl, Daddy's gonna fill you with so much cum, you'll be leaking for days."

You groan at his words, trying to hold still despite the force of Taehyung slamming into you and the overwhelming desire coursing through you.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" his pace increases as his grip on your hips tighten, his breathing growing ragged. "You'd like to be stuffed full of Daddy's cum, wouldn't you?" moaning, you felt a sharp sting on your cheeks. "Full enough that you'd probably get pregnant."

His fingers rubbed firm circles in your clit as he felt his high fast approaching.

"Wouldn't you like that? Letting everyone know that I was the one that put a baby in you? That you are mine?" with a hard thrust against the spot that had you seeing stars, you let a scream.

You were so close to your high that you almost taste. "D-Daddy, please. P-Please fill me up."

"Cum for me baby, cum all over Daddy's cock." his finger moving rapidly on your clit combined with his fast pace and his words was all it took for the knot to break, as you let out a scream and squeezed hard around his cock, your front laying flat on the bed as you regained your breath.

"Daddy please, cum inside."

He kept slamming against you, his thrusts sloppy. "Don't worry baby, you'll take every single drop Daddy gives you." as he finishes he buries himself deep inside of you, pumping his seed into you.

Pulling his soft cock from you, your combined juices leaking from your core. Taehyung runs a finger across your entrance to gather it up and stuff it back inside you, making you whine at the oversensitivity, as he rubbed a hand on your back. "Do you think it worked?"

"Don't know," you pant heavily, coming down from your high. "Only time will tell."

"We can always go for another round."

#bts #bts fanfic #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff

[afewproblems]

Part Three of my Kas!Eddie AU!

Part One, Part Two

***

Steve hits the dirt hard as Eddie tackles him to the ground with his full body weight.

He tries to crawl away but Eddie's faster, flipping him around and dragging him through the rough brambles until he is directly underneath Eddie's snarling face.

"Did you really expect that to work?" Eddie growls, leaning down until Steve can feel his hot breath hit his lips, "did you really expect to escape me?"

"Thought it was worth a try," Steve groans, as Eddie presses him further into the ground, squeezing the air from him lungs, "you're a lot faster than the last time we were running".

By some miracle, he manages to keep his voice steady as he tips his head towards Eddie, "guess you didn't have wings, last time".

Eddie pauses, that same strange expression from before takes over before he shakes his head, his wild matted hair whips around them.

Huh.

"Stop saying those things," he hisses, raising one clawed hand to cup his forehead, releasing Steve's shoulder from his grasp.

Steve's not exactly sure what he's done, he wishes Dustin or Robin were here -granted if anyone should be held down by a God Damn vampire in the middle of the woods, he's glad it's him- but they others were always better at putting the puzzel pieces together in these situations.

Steve sees the way Eddie's shoulders quiver, the way he doesn't move his wild hair away from his face, how he cluches his head as though it's about to crack.

His heart breaks a little at the sight.

"Eds," Steve says softly and Eddie stiffens at the word, "why are you doing this?"

"Shut up!" Eddie shrieks, the words pierce the quiet woods as he shrinks away, the grip on Steve's other shoulder loosens even further.

"This isn't you," Steve tries again as Eddie howls, bringing his other hand up to hold his head.

He takes his chance, wriggling out from under the vampire, scrambling to his feet which slip and slide around the leaves and rotten mulch of the forrest floor.

Steve keeps the howling man in front of him until Eddie stops and crumples into the ground.

Steve stumbles away, throwing a hand out to catch a nearby tree to steady himself as he catches his breath. He hesitates, just long enough for Eddie to raise his head and whisper in a small, broken voice, "Steve?"

Steve shakes his head, breathing quickly, his heart in his throat.

"I don't know what's going on," Eddie whispers, as Steve takes yet another step back, his voice wavers and cracks into an inhuman whine.

"Steve I need, I need h-help".

Steve feels like he's about to vomit at any moment as he takes another step.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, the words come out wet as he takes off again, leaving Eddie behind him, crying out into the dark.

***

"Tell us again," Nancy says as she paces the floor of Hoppers cabin.

Its finally morning.

They've all gathered around the small cabin, Hopper had decided it would be best to call everyone over after daybreak -once Steve had finished desperately explaining himself after throwing his whole body weight against the wooden front door and screaming to be let in.

Jonathan, El, and Will sit next to one another on the threadbare couch across from Steve, they look tired but not from the early hour.

Dustin sits on the floor beside Mike and Lucas who leans against Max's wheelchair. She moves her leg, still in its bright white cast and pokes Lucas in the shoulder -hard by the way he yelps and shifts away from her with a laugh.

Dustin alternates between shooting Steve hopeful and dirty looks -he's still angry then, perfect.

Joyce makes her way from the kitchen, ruffling Wills hair as she goes, before handing Steve a steaming coffee mug and hiking the blanket around his shoulders even further. He leans into her warmth, a stark contrast to his own mother's touch before remembering where he is.

Robin curls into Steve's side and yawns loudly in his ear as Nancy continues to pace and clears her throat impatiently.

She doesnt look at him, her eyes trace the windows at a point in the distance. It's the same expression she used to get in class when analyzing an English passage for Mrs.Click.

Steve sighs and scrubs a hand over his face, ignoring the sting of the cuts and scrapes from his time on the ground. They've been over this so many times now, he's so sure he's told them absolutely everything.

Well, maybe everything but the way some of Eddie's words made his chest tight in a way he wasn’t quite ready to deal with…

"I don't think it's going to be any different from the last two times Nance--"

"Kid," Hopper interjects in an uncharacteristically weary voice that sets Steve's teeth on edge, "just, explain it again and don't leave anything out".

A soft hand grabs his own, he flinches at the sudden contact before realizing that El has made her way from the couch to sit infront of him.

Her hair has started to grow back, the buzzcut has been slowly taken over by a mop of brown curls that frame her small face. Steve manages a tight smile as she squeezes his hand again.

"We will help him," El says with quiet conviction, as though she said nothing more than an objective truth.

The sky is blue, my hair is brown.

"We will bring your Eddie back".

#stranger things #kas!eddie #vampire!eddie #getting into some more story now #the plot jumpscared me #eddie munson #steve harrington #some angst in this one #and all of the characters are here! #i cant not write ensemble pieces apparently #the party to the rescue!

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

What do you think about the love square as toxic codependent relationship?

Toxic? Yes.

Codependent? No, though it is starting to go that way.

Canon has quite effectively poisoned the love square and put them in a position where they really shouldn't be dating. At the very least, they should be working full time with personal and couples counselors to fix their myriad of communication issues because Ladybug is still keeping things from Chat Noir and now Marinette is keeping things from Adrien. Yay! Plus Adrien desperately needs to work on being open and honest about his struggles. It should not take an act of magic for him to be able to admit that he doesn't want to do a thing (Risk). And quitting out of the blue instead of talking to his partner? Doesn't instill confidence that he'll suddenly magically be good at telling Marinette if she's making him feel similarly on the civilian side of things.

This leads into the other issue: balancing how they support each other. Right now, Marinette is getting all of Adrien's support, but he's getting nothing in return, which is super depressing because canon has the perfect setup to make that aspect of the relationship balanced. Chat Noir supports Ladybug through defeating whatever Gabriel is calling his villain side, Marinette supports Adrien through the fallout of the reveal of his father's web of lies and deception. Simple! Sweet! Easy! But because Adrien can't communicate his needs and because canon decided that Marinette needed romance trauma, their relationship is horribly unbalanced.

Adrien supporting Marinette through her relationship trauma is the one thing that is arguably codependent about their relationship because holy shit was that a terrible choice! As I've discussed before, he should not be her only support in that struggle for many reasons, one of them being that it makes her mental health dependent on him. The way the show is writing him now that they're together is horrible. Apparently perfect boyfriends have no needs of their own and no hopes, ambitions, or dreams outside of making their girlfriends happy!

The ending of season five does not give me any confidence that the above issues are going to go away. I expect them to get worse because holy shit how do you end the season with Adrien newly orphaned and yet spend no time showing Marinette comforting him? I have a sinking feeling that Adrien will mourn his dad about as much as he mourned his dead-for-less-than-a-year mom because I guess healthy people don't mourn. Or maybe this is just a sentimonster thing? Like maybe Emilie ordered him to not mourn her before she died or something like that. Or maybe Adrien is programmed to only care about living people who he loves/who love him? Idk. What I do know is that I'm very over the canon square. Just terrible, terrible writing. I'm especially judgmental of it because of the target age group.

While parents/guardians can model healthy romantic relationships for their children (assuming that the parents/guardians have a romantic partner), the concept of falling in love and starting to date is something that parents/guardians can't model even if they're actively dating because you're not going to take your kids on dates! Kids will mostly learn about falling in love and dating through media and discussions of the concept, which is why I think that it's extremely important to show healthy relationships in media aimed at young kids. And even if kids are being raised in a home/homes that model healthy relationships, that's just one or two data points. We want to give them lots of data points to draw from! We should not be giving them crap like whatever the hell season five of miraculous was.

#ml writing salt #ml writing critical

[marshmellopie]

YOU THERE

Give me your spamton headcanons! Any kind!

loki i love you so much you don't know how much i've been wanting to share my headcanons oh my GOD [scans over my 20+ page headcanon doc]

putting it under the cut because it's a lot of random stuff, i didn't categorize anything so there might be whiplash between everything:

– Five feet tall, previously 5'10 when he was still an Addison. I made Puppet Spam was 4'5 for the longest time, but I decided to say fuck it and make him taller. Still short in terms of Cyber City residents though, I like to imagine normal Addisons are around 6ft.

– I sometimes forget to draw it and I can't really animate it consistently, but his knuckles are constantly bruised because he keeps punching things whenever he's angry. Experiences really severe temper tantrums/outbursts and usually resorts to violence.

– Do not touch his fucking hair if he doesn’t know you. He’ll legitimately plan your murder if you cut any of it off– and that’s not a hyperbole. He can’t grow it back and his hair is his pride and joy, so he will genuinely track you down and rip your goddamn soul out of your chest. It's also permanently black (besides the grey but that's from stress), he changed his coding when he was famous to have black hair. Could've been reversible, but some things kinda stuck after he fucked himself up and became a doll.

– Weird mixture of Addison and mannequin. Mysteriously fell incredibly ill with a virus that was destroying his coding after his phone went dead silent, and became desperate to the point of converting his remaining data into an inanimate object. Kind of like converting a PDF into a JPEG with the compressed quality and all. Kinda iffy with this one and not really canon-inspired, I swap between him gradually and suddenly turning into a puppet. Used to base it off the Acid Theory but I'm tryna be creative sjfkdsjf he did probably fall in/get pushed a few times but it didn't burn him to the point of no return, it definitely stung though

– Blurry vision in both eyes because he had the audacity to peek into the Shadow Crystal multiple times. Hacked his glasses to somewhat correct it, but it only works to a certain extent.

– Talks through a voice box. He really doesn't need to move his mouth at all to speak and has limited range of motion (he can't close his mouth all the way and has no tongue), but he tries to purely out of habit.

– gayest man in cyber city

– Eats basically anything. From spaghetti-code to cardboard, his body is kind of forced to digest all of it, but it obviously hurts him if it's not supposed to be eaten.

– Sometimes doesn't recognize his own reflection.

– Riddled with viruses for so long that he probably wouldn't ever be able to get rid of them. He could probably minimize them if he got treatment, but only to an extent. They're a permanent part of him now.

– His nose is simultaneously the strongest and weakest part of his body. Either pierces through metal or bends like a bendy straw depending on if you throw him or just lightly poke it.

– Terrifyingly amazing aim. Can throw a pipis at a specific target without much thought. His pipis explode.

– Calmed down a bit as the years went on (because he lost hope LMAO), which isn't saying much considering he's still extremely rabid. Was extremely volatile when he first decided to give up the good life and live in the dumpster. Frequently tried to break into the mansion, probably stole a few cars, mugged a few Plugboys, picked fights with other malware on the streets. He still continues to do these things, of course, but to a lesser degree.

– Spiteful cunt. Wrong him once and he'll never forget your name. Rarely apologizes even if he's in the wrong.

– Can't say names properly unless he's being completely serious.

– Upholds his end of most deals, but words himself carefully so that if what he has to bring to the table isn't up to par with what the other person asked of him (which is 99% of the time), he can easily swindle his way out of it. No refunds on the sword. It's broken? I told you that. Cut anything, two pieces. You heard me clearly, and you obviously had no qualms with it from what I could tell. (Except he'd say that in a really fucked up and more condescending way.)

– Constantly hears static, but it grows and fades depending on his mood.

– Laughs at the most inconvenient times. Someone's threatening him? He'll chuckle. He's nervous? A little giggle. He just received some devastating news? Roaring laughter.

– Very unreliable narrator and storyteller. Tends to exaggerate things that have happened to him (doesn't mean that he didn't go through some wild shit though).

– Doesn't celebrate his birthday, for obvious loneliness and conflicting self-resentment reasons. Also because he doesn't keep track of the time. He don't know what day it is fam.

– Can mimic voices really well, though he still retains that bitcrushed/noisy overlay and the ad pop-ups.

– Tends to chew on things occasionally as a nervous habit. He doesn't exactly have a tongue, so he instead picks up random small items scattered around (ie. a pencil) and chews on them. Worst case scenario he just grinds his teeth together.

– Gestures with his hands a lot when he speaks. It literally looks like he's going through an emote hotbar. Also very expressive when it comes to his face, despite rarely being able to frown properly. You can garner a lot about his mood from his glasses.

– Mostly bark over bite. Tends to make empty threats a lot when he's startled in hopes his loudness will be intimidating, but will indeed bite if he needs to… or wants to. Sometimes there’s no bark at all, and he’ll literally bite.

– Has a weird fascination with shiny objects. He steals many things that seem valuable or visually appealing and hoards them in his shop.

– Once you put the KEYGEN into NEO, it takes a little bit for him to actually take over the body because he's transferring his data onto it. Permanently. Even when he becomes small Spamton again, he's permanently linked to the machine now, so he can change into it at will. Technically not at will because he has trouble controlling it, but you get what I mean.

this was insanely long but thank you for letting me ramble <3

#[PRICE SPEAKS] #spamton... my salesman... #despite usually drawing him happy i assure you he's like. really fucked up #i don't draw angst much but only because it comes out looking weird for some reason #i think i should make him cry #spamton #deltarune

[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter Ten

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story. Also some information here is not in the order of the series or the same way it happened in the tv series. I'm changing some things to fit the fanfic story. Hope you like it!

You decided to provoke memories, whether good or bad. Depending on yourself is not working. Whatever happened to your brain, you're having no memories, only suggestive nightmares. In the last nightmare, you were trying to kill Damon and Stefan stopped you, causing his death. In the previous one, you tried to kill Stefan and he turned you into a vampire. There was a nightmare that you even dreamed about your old hunting clan, where they banished you and threatened to kill you and anyone else that is covering up vampires or werewolves. You can no longer trust yourself, just like you can't ask anyone else what happened. So you decided to look for the cabin of your visions. 

"You shouldn't be here." You hear a female voice speaking as soon as you arrive at the place where the cabin is. Cabin that you used to have dates with the Salvatore's brothers. 

"And who are you?" You ask, feeling like you've seen that face before. The witch who helped you erase your memory.

"I'm glad you actually forgot what you needed but I think you're making serious mistakes." The witch says with a certain tone of certainty, as if warning you of your own good.

"I need to know what happened to me. Nothing else matters beyond that." You don't even know exactly what you're saying but you know you want to know who it is.

"That's what you think. Have you ever stopped to think that leaving this city and forgetting everyone was your decision?" She's absolutely right. You caused this to yourself.

"In that case, I should know more about myself. I can't go through life ignoring part of my history." You respond almost breathlessly, there's something desperate about having no idea who you truly are.

"I told you this would happen, you thought forgetting Damon and Stefan would be enough. But it wasn't. I'll tell you enough so you can decide if you really want to remember everything." The witch speaks in an enigmatic way, giving a mysterious tone to this conversation.

"I accept the consequences of knowing the truth, you can tell me." You try to appear confident but inside you are nervous.

"Your memory needed to be erased because the hunters were hunting you and the Salvatore's like crazy. They used a type of spell that tracks feelings and memories." The witch says and something inside you start to fit in.

"Were you the one who erased Stefan's and my memories?" You asked wanting to fill this gap.

"Yes, Stefan by accident; he didn't want you to erase his memory. Like the good "hero" he tried to stop it and ended up falling under the spell." No wonder he was against this joke. Suddenly his heart seems to tighten. 

"Just tell me one thing, who killed me?" You ask, hopeful that you will finally be able to put an end to this doubt.

"I think deep down you know the answer. But I understand that your mind doesn't let you see things clearly. The spell to track your feelings and memories started to drive you crazy.  Your sense of reality was ending. You almost killed Damon. And..." The witch seems to be avoiding getting to the main point.

"Stefan killed me to stop me. It makes sense." You speak as if you finally understand everything.

"He did it with great pain in his heart. You two no longer had any memory of what you felt for each other. I'm sorry for what happened." Bonnie says softly and soon after you fell to the ground. You start to remember Bonnie, the witch in front of you who helped you; and suddenly you remember everything. Unconsciously and with a bloody nose, trembling. You feel like you're dying. But in fact, you are being reborn. Your memory is with you again. What you didn't realize is that your old clan is also getting closer.

#tvd angst #tvd fanfiction #damon x reader #damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore x reader #stefan x reader #stefan salvatore fanfiction #stefan salvatore x reader #bonnie bennett #elena gilbert #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #hunter au #Spotify

[sapnapstummy]

A Scrap of Hope

Um, hi everyone ^_^ I found a little dsmp fic all the way at the bottom of my drafts. It's my take on the scrapped lore scene of Dream waking up in the recreation cell in Las Nevadas :] I finished it up and I hope you enjoy!

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As Dream steps into the room, his hair stands on end and his heart pounds. The sound of pistons sends his mind racing.

His heart drops to his stomach, beating wildly. Had Punz betrayed him? After all this time? Had Punz known the trap was here? Had they heard the stories of the torture, the absolute hell he was put through, and decided to make him relive it?

This brief moment, this blindsided panic makes his hands sweat. Trembling and clammy, his hands bring his shield closer to him. The sight of Quackity, smiling too confidently for someone cornered in a cell, sets his nerves on fire. But the sound of potions breaking against obsidian freezes him on the spot. Terror and potion effect climb up his legs in tandem, seeping their way into his bones. They squeeze into his stomach and claw their way to his heart. Filling his lungs with weakness and covering his eyes with blindness, Dream clings to his wits. Slowness seeps into his brain, making his thoughts too slow, too confusing to sift through.

There's a kick to the back of his knees and a hand in his hair and then nothing.

Waking up with his face pressed to the floor is familiar. Panic and desperation doesn't set in until he feels the cool damp air of the cell so different from the oppressive dry heat of the Vault. Another difference is the thick chains around his hands binding him to the wall. It takes too long for his brain to feel clear enough to assess the situation he's in. He's completely at the mercy of Quackity now. There's no back up plan, no calling in a favor. For the first time in a long time, Dream can't think of a way to fit this into his plan.

Footsteps, heavy and loud, ring in his ears. Sam. Dream waits for Sam to come to a stop in front of the cell. Dream listens with fragile hope in his chest. Sam's alone.

"Sam?" Dream shoves the shakiness and fear out of his voice. He let's false calmness wash over him, a persona he steps into easily. "So you let Quackity boss you around again? You let him tell you what to do?"

"I'm not talking to you, Dream." Sam readjusts his grip on his trident, but doesn't turn to look at him. He already has doubts about this.

"Alright, if you want to let Quackity boss you around and turn you into the bad guy again, that's on you." Dream shrugs his shoulders, it makes the chains clank against the floor. He rubs the sleeve of his undershirt between his fingers. The smooth texture contrasts the canvas feeling of the prison uniform and reminds him you're not there. The fact that he's lost his freedom so quickly after he got it back worries him. The fact that Punz might've led him to a trap scares the shit out of him. He takes in a steady breath.

"Just look at me Sam, you gave up your morals, you twisted them to justify my torture, for months, and it didn't even work. You really want to do that again? Heh, Quackity's better than I thought." Dream let's out a sad chuckle, like he's disappointed in Sam. Like he's more upset that Sam decided to drop his morals at Quackity's call than he is about being locked up.

A new voice, high on adrenaline and power, speaks up. "Yeah except this time, we're going to fucking kill you. I don't give a shit about the revive book anymore. Fuck that shit. You're dead. Listen to me Dream," Quackity's voice is crazed, words tumble out nearly tripping on themselves to get his message across, "I'm going to fucking kill you, right here. In this cell, with no control, you're all mine."

Dream's frail hope is stomped under Quackity's boot. Quackity isn't fucking around anymore. He's going to die right here, right now.

It's Sam that revives his hope. "Quackity...is that really necessary? Shouldn't we be, I don't know, using him? We have him under our control and no one knows. We could-"

Quackity looks absolutely livid. "No! Fuck that! He's caused too much trouble than he's worth. Y'know, of all people Sam, I thought you would understand. Dream, fucking killed you! He- with a pickaxe right, right? He fucking- I'm getting that pickaxe, and I'm going to fucking kill him, since you're too much of a pussy to give him what he deserves."

The moment Quackity turns the corner, Dream walks as close as he can to Sam. He's desperate and he doesn't care that Sam knows. He'll say anything to get out of here.

"Just listen to the way he's talking to you! He's pushing you around, making decision for you. He's going to kill me to avenge you, but we both know we're even. I wasn't even here for you. I was here for Quackity, the guy who tortured me. C'mon Sam, weren't you the one who wanted to be a sense of good on the server. Let me go and I'll leave you alone, hell I'll leave Quackity alone."

Sam's eyes stare back at Dream's pleading face, full of conflict. His brows furrow and his shoulders raise. Sam brings his trident close to Dream's face. Fear grips at Dream's heart, filling him with a familiar helplessness, except there's no secret allies waiting for him, no way to reconceptualize, no way to fit it into the plan.

"If I let you go, you're not getting your stuff back. And I won't stop Quackity from following you. And you'll owe me." Yes yes yes anything.

"Okay, alright. I'll owe you a favor." The trident moves from his face down to his hands, smashing down on the link connect the cuffs and the chain to the wall. The heavy cuffs stay wrapped tight around his wrists, a reminder this is what happens when your gaurd is down.

Sam shoves him through the door and into the hallway. Dream doesn't let his shoulders drop with relief, doesn't let his lungs take in gasping breaths, doesn't let his guard down. Dream can hear Quackity walking back to the cell. Sam still has a grip on the back of his shirt, as if he's not sure of his decision.

"Sam, please." Dream can feel his heart pounding in his throat, get out get out get out. Sam pulls Dream close. His mask presses close to Dream's ear.

"Get out. Don't let me see you again." The grip on his shirt is released, and Dream sprints down the hallway. A mad dash to the exit. He ducks into the door frame, out of sight of the cell. He can hear Quackity's enraged yells echoing off the walls. He slips outside, watching carefully for any signs of a patrol. He wants so badly to take off running, out of Las Nevadas, out of this cold desert, out of Quackity's control. But a glance out across the desert would have him noticed in an instant. He has to be strategic.

Ducking under windows, around doors, hiding in the shadows, he falls into an old mindset. This is just manhunt, just don't get caught. Easy. It's nothing he hasn't done before. Don't think about the consequences of being caught, just go.

He spots a shack on the edge of Las Nevadas. He doesn't dare go in, but ducks behind it to catch his breath and collect his thoughts. He can hear Quackity barking orders, calling for his capture. He can't tell to who, but they're close. He listens as the voices fade away, moving to a more manageable distance.

"Who are we hiding from?" Holy shit. Dream moves slowly, cautious. Wilbur. He's got a white streak in his hair and a sly grin. Dream doesn't have anything, nothing to make a trade, or buy his silence, so he keeps his mouth shut. "How can I help you, my dear and gratuitous savior? How may I repay my debts to you, my wonderful conductor?"

Dream takes a moment to collect himself. He's still in the danger zone run run run and with one yell Wilbur could seal Dream's fate. He doesn't want to give out any more favors, but he doesn't have anything else to rely on.

The sound of crunching sand, has Dream pressing flat agaisnt the back of the shack. His eyes exposed hide vulnerable lock on Wilbur. He moves smoothly around the building, greeting a very angry Quackity. Dream pushes down the absolute terror the threatens to rise up. Wilbur and Quackity's bickering cover the shifting sand under his feet as he makes a break out of Las Nevadas. He makes a note to himself to make it up to Wilbur not a favor just payment.

He feet take him towards his meeting place with Punz on instinct. His breath catches in his throat when he realizes. Dream's learned a lot about instinct. The instinct to keep his family close, the instinct to be fair, the instinct to protect not only his family but himself too, and the instinct to love, they're important. Even when you have nothing, you have instinct. But instinct is nothing without a way to follow through.

Now, Dream is lost. Not in the trees, but in his mind. He's thought about what would happen if someone offered Punz a higher prize. He's planned out what to do if Punz were ever to leave him. Punz had been there for the excessive delay in the plan. They had greeted him with enthusiasm. They'd filled him in on everything he needed to know. They'd listened to everything that happened in the prison; they had seemed outraged, how much of that was an act, how long had they been playing him? They'd become someone Dream could rely on. He's not sure now.

If Punz had intended for Dream to walk into the trap, they wouldn't expect him to come waltzing back into the base. Dream needs his armor. With his head held high and his hands in loose fists by his side, he walks calmly into the base. He let's the same false confidence he used on Sam to wash over him.

Punz greets him when he enters, a regular occurrence, routine. They look over him, confusion covers their face. Their hand comes up to Dream's bicep where a slice in his undershirt exposes his skin. Dream refuses to shiver.

"Dude, what happened?" Dream barks out a laugh at Punz's question. What happened? Oh, I walked into the trap you lead me to, but I handled it, no big deal. He could say, he wants to say. But, to his horror, a broken hiccup makes its way out instead. Punz looks so confused, not at Dream's presence, but at his appearance.

"Dream? Dude, for real, what happened?" Punz's voice shakes too much for the question to come off in the calm way they intended. They're hand tightens around his bicep again, not hard, but enough to say I'm here.

Dream doesn't let himself collapse, doesn't curl into Punz's arms, doesn't let tears bubble up to the surface. "Fuck, it was a trap. Quackity was waiting for me, he spam potioned me. I woke up in a copy of m-the cell. I convinced Sam to let me go, but Punz, dude, Quackity was gonna- he was, I-" his breathing turns harsh. The reality of it all comes crashing down as the adrenaline fades.

"Holy fuck, dude. That's terrifying." Punz's voice is firm but caring. "If I had known, I never would have let you go alone. Fuck your solo stealth mission."

Dream doesn't respond, just sucks in a relieved breath. They didn't know. He finally lets himself rest his head on Punz's shoulder, drawing in their warmth.

A calloused hand moves slowly to his cheek, rubbing under his eye when he doesn't pull away. "Dream," Punz's voice rumbles softly in his ears, "you're not alone anymore. Let me be here for you."

He doesn't respond, but his fists clench in their hoodie and Punz breathes a sigh of relief. He lets them bandage his arm and doesn't say anything when their lips seal the fresh bandage. And later, when he feels the phantom affects of potions and the haunting sounds of moving pistons, he lets their warm arms and slow breaths lull him back to sleep.

#blazewrites #c!dream #c!punz #c!awesamdude #c!quackity #dsmp #dreblr #i literally found this abandoned halfway through a sentence lol

[feroluce]

Hello!! I came here because I was informed you had some Wriowinne headcanons and ramblings to share? Would it be alright for me to ask for some 👉👈 (or as much as you want to share please I'm desperate for food)

OH BOY DO I.

I feel you anon, I've been shipping them like...since the PV. So I've been stuck in utter absolute hell, getting nothing but father&daughter content from the fandom (shoutout to @hydrachea for being able to dual wield and letting me talk ship to her, light of my life fr weh). I'm hoping now that 4.1 has been out for a little bit, we'll get some more of them, though. I've dug through our dms, and found a hc that takes place after 4.1. So spoilers for that archon quest, but no leaks are involved!

Anyway, I love thinking about how close they cut it at the climax of 4.1, and the aftermath of it all.

Sigewinne somehow finding out what happened down there at the bottom of Meropide while she was evacuating the inmates, and like. She knows what the stakes were. The Primordial Seawater could not be allowed to rise. Clorinde made the right decision in shooting the gate lock. Even if it had killed Wriothesley, it still would have been the right decision.

That doesn't mean it's not a bitter pill to swallow.

Sigewinne can usually put it out of mind during the day, especially when she's busy treating patients, but it's harder when she's asleep. She dreams of the evacuation, and the alarm blaring, and waiting and waiting and waiting, and Clorinde walking past, alone, with her head down and her fists shaking, until Neuvilette finally approaches. Wriothesley isn't with him.

And Neuvilette's face doesn't really show much. It never does. But Sigewinne is close enough to the surface that she can hear the absolute downpour raging outside as Neuvilette tells her that he's sorry, he's so so sorry, and he gives her a gray and black and red coat, so soaked through with Primordial Seawater that he'd been afraid to let anyone else touch it, and the fur collar is matted and wet against Sigewinne's face when she clutches it close-

Sigewinne jolts awake, grasping at whatever is in her reach, which just happens to include Wriothesley's arm. His eyes almost immediately fly open, slurring out a mix of what's goin' on and what's wrong, and then a do we need to evacuate and poor Sigewinne, she feels awful. He hasn't been sleeping as well since the almost-flood, every little sound wakes him up now.

(There are nights where she'll wake up alone, and if she goes looking, she'll find Wriothesley, still in his sleep clothes and looking exhausted, down under their secret passage and staring at Neuvilette's seal over the sluice gate. Like he's keeping watch over it, or just daring it to try and do something.

Whenever she finds him like this, Sigewinne tells him to come on, come back to bed, and he'll keep his eye on it until the last possible second, but generally Wriothesley comes when called, and he'll let her lead him away. On his worse nights, he'll tell her to go back without him, he can't sleep anyway, he's going to stay down here for just a little while longer. He'll be back later. And she does occasionally go back to bed, but most of the time she stays, because she doesn't like the idea of him alone down there. Sigewinne will tuck herself into his side, or she'll get him to relax his guard just enough to lay with his head in her lap, and they'll stay there like that until Wriothesley finally decides he can bear to leave it alone and go back to bed with her.)

So with all that in mind, when she accidentally wakes him up, Sigewinne quickly gets her breathing back under control and pets his hair until he relaxes again. She tells him it's fine, everything is ok. Meropide is safe. Their home and everyone in it is safe. Go back to sleep. He needs his rest if he's going to go up to the overworld for supplies in the morning. She'll go sleep in the infirmary, she just had a nightmare, is all (the truth), it was nothing, she barely even remembers it anymore (a lie).

Sigewinne doesn't even make it out of bed, though, because when she tries to go, she finds her wrist suddenly caught. She turns back and Wriothesley is squinting up at her face, human night vision isn't nearly as good as a Mélusine's. They sit there like that for a moment, until she can see through the expression on his face that he's come to some sort of decision. Wriothesley pulls her back in and Sigewinne lets him, lets him rearrange them into something more comfortable. It's easy to give up when it's him, she didn't truly want to leave anyway. By the time he makes a satisfied little huff into her hair, Sigewinne is tucked under his chin, her face against his chest, one arm wrapped around her to keep her there. She pats his side and tells him ok, ok, she gets it. She won't go anywhere.

Wriothesley buries his face in her hair and sighs at that, something deeper and more content that hilariously reminds Sigewinne of a dog asleep on the floor. "Good." Wriothesley sounds like he's already half-asleep again. His arm still tightens around her waist though, just to make a point. "How could I sleep, when I know you're off somewhere crying alone?"

Sigewinne touches her cheek, and sure enough, it's wet? She has tear tracks. No wonder Wriothesley had been staring at her so hard. She hadn't even realized. And she opens her mouth to protest because she wasn't crying, some tears in her sleep doesn't count, but. Wriothesley is already asleep again, breathing slow and deep and even, and his arm is heavy and warm around her, and his sleep shirt is soft and comfortable against her face, not at all like the fur-collared coat in her dreams.

Sigewinne gives in again, curls into all that warmth and wraps herself up in it, until it lulls her back to sleep.

#sigewrio #wriosig #wriowinne #genshin impact wriothesley #genshin impact sigewinne #THEM..... #augh my heart #I love them so much rolling around kicking making girly noises on my bed #I love thinking about Rosie being protective of Meropide #he put so much work into this place #into these people #I have bigger longer thoughts for that which will maybe go into their own post later #but after his release because I wrote them in a dm one (1) whole day before reading project amber and oh my god #the leaks made it SO much funnier JFKLJASKLDFJ #just realized I called him Rosie in a tag so just for the record that's my nickname I usually use for Wriothesley #it will probably happen again #but anyway yes post-4.1 hurt/comfort #they're so so sweet and they go through it a little bit but they have each other for it <3 #I hope this is enough of a starter anon I have more for later though #thank you so much it made me really happy to get this ask <3 #genshin impact #genshin impact 4.1 #wriothesley #sigewinne #ask #answer #anon